Hello! Again, sorry for the wait…thanks to my readers!

The day dawned innocently enough. All of the miscreants in the Room of Requirement slept far past usual hours. ('We don't have to go to class so what's the point?' Sirius pointed out.) James went through the Hog's Head Passage to get food from Aberforth around noon. It was not until six o'clock in the evening when something out of the ordinary happened.

James and Remus were playing a game of Exploding Snap (Or 'Exploding Snape' as James dubbed it), when there was a knock on the door.

"Who is that?" Remus asked, curious. "Most of the members of the DA are in here."

"It's not coming from out here!" Seamus called from the doorway. It seemed that he, too, wanted to check it out.

"Then where's it coming from?" Neville wondered aloud.

"It's the passage to the Hog's Head!" Remus jumped up and hurried over to the door.

"Could it be a trap?" Sirius wandered over to where Remus was standing.

"It could be," Neville looked troubled. "I'll open it to see. Stand back!" he called to the members, who all followed his commands.

The door creaked open at Neville's touch.

"What is that?" James breathed. "Is it a ghost?"

There was a faded outline of a young girl standing in front of them. She was wearing a blue and white button-down dress and had long blonde hair.

"That's the picture outside the entryway to the Hog's Head," Remus remembered.

"Can we trust her?" Neville cocked his head. "Aberforth could have sent her to us."

As if an answer to his question, the girl breathed. "Come. Harry's here."

Neville glanced behind him. Obviously, no one but he, James, Remus, and Sirius had heard, otherwise they'd be celebrating, not huddled against the back wall.

James, on the other hand, looked stark white. His son was here?

"Listen," Neville said in an undertone to the three boys. They leaned in closer to him. "I'm going to listen to her. But it could still be a trap, so I want you three to come and follow me through the tunnel, just in case."

"Yeah," Remus said. "We can do that. You know, if James closes his mouth."

James was gaping like a fish. When he realized this, he quickly shut his mouth. "Sorry," he muttered.

"Okay, everyone," Neville addressed the rest of the DA. "I'm going into the tunnel with James, Remus, and Sirius. "Stay here and be prepared for something to come out, just in case"

So no one else could here, Neville leaned in to whisper to Seamus. "Contact Ginny, Luna, and the rest of the old DA members. Then tell them to tell the Order of the Phoenix that Harry's here."

Seamus stared at him in wonderment. "Harry's here?"

"That's what the girl says," Neville said, still whispering. "Don't tell anyone, just in case it's a false alarm, but if he's really here, maybe we can throw Snape and the Carrows out of Hogwarts."

"Okay," Seamus's face split into a grin.

"C'mon," Neville jerked his head at the Marauders as he walked back to the tunnel. "Hurry up and put the Cloak on." James draped the Cloak over himself and his friends.

They crept through the tunnel until they reached the entryway to Aberfoth's pub. "You ready?" Neville whispered into what any bystander would think was thin air.

"Yeah, hurry up!" Sirius's impatient voice rang through the hall. "I want to see Prongs's kid!"

Neville opened the door. "Harry! Ron! Hermione!"

James, Sirius, and Remus crept forward, still under the cloak. As they saw what was before them, each and every one of them gaped.

There was a boy there that looked exactly like James. Down to a tee. He was hugging Neville at the moment, and when Neville moved on to hug Harry's friends, they got a better look at him. Good enough to see his eyes. Lily's eyes.

"Guess you really do marry Evans, Prongs," Sirius whispered, nudging James under the cloak.

"Hey, Aberforth, there might be a few more people coming through," Neville was telling the bartender.

"But the Caterwauling Charm!" Aberforth protested.

"And that's while they'll come directly in here," Neville said. "Just send them through the passage."

"You're lucky I like you, kid," Aberforth mumbled

"Oh, and, erm, Harry…" Neville began. "There's a few people here who'd like to meet you."

"Meet me?" Harry looked confused. "What do you mean?"

"You lot can come out," Neville called to the Marauders.

Sirius ripped the cloak off of them, much to James's displeasure. He didn't think he could handle meeting his son.

"Hi, Prongs Jr.!" Sirius waved to Harry.

Harry looked at them. Then to Neville . And then to them. And back to Neville. "What the bloody hell?" Harry asked.

"They time-traveled," Neville explained. "Back at the beginning of the year."

"Who is it, Harry?" the girl called Hermione asked.

"M-my dad, Sirius, and Professor Lupin," Harry whispered.

The redhead (probably Ron) looked shocked. "Weird!" he said, walking over and looking closer at the three. "If I didn't know better, I'd think Lupin was never a kid."

"Well, thanks," Remus said sarcastically. "I feel so touched."

"Weird!" Ron said again.

"When you're done inspecting us?" Sirius said impatiently. Ron immediately stepped back looking sheepish.

"James, you haven't said anything yet," Neville said anxiously. "Are you alright?"

"Y-yeah," James got out. "Fine. Just not every day you see your kid the same age as you."

"Or your dad the same age as you," Harry glanced at Neville. "You could have warned me, you know."

"It would have been less entertaining that way," Sirius waved an impatient hand. "The expression on your face? Priceless."

"So, how about we head back to Hogwarts?" Neville suggested. "You can see everyone else, and more people will be coming soon."

"Why are more people coming?" Hermione asked. She, obviously, was not as flustered by the people from the past here.

"Isn't it obvious? Now that you're here, we're going to drive off the Carrows!" Sirius said.

"No, that's not what we're doing," Harry said. "We have to find – something – and then get out."

"What do you need to find?" Remus asked.

"Nothing," Hermione said quickly, giving Harry a glance as she did. "We can't tell you."

"Look, let's go back to Hogwarts and then we can talk about this with everyone else," Neville said.

The group made their way through the passage.

"This isn't on the Marauders Map," Harry said, glancing at his father, Sirius, and Remus as he did.

"You have our map?" Sirius said gleefully. "Excellent."

"It formed a couple weeks ago when the Carrows started coming after us," Neville told them. "Almost all of the DA is hiding in the Room of Requirement."

"They're part of the DA?" Harry asked, gesturing to the Marauders.

"Of course," Remus said. "You think we'd sit back and watch the Carrows torture people?"

"They torture people?" Hermione said.

"Why do you think I have these bruises?" Neville pointed to his puffy face. "Here we are."

"HARRY! RON! HERMIONE!" Choruses of this phrase could be heard all throughout the room. Many people were coming over and hugging them, laughing, etc. James, Sirius, and Remus happily stayed in the background.

Once everyone had settled down, Neville relayed that Harry, Ron, and Hermione needed to find something and get out, not fight off the Carrows.

"So you're going to leave us in this mess?" Anthony Goldstein said angrily.

"It'll help us defeat You-Know-Who –," Harry began.

"Then let us help!" Sirius interjected.

Harry gave his godfather a sad glance before turning to Ron and Hermione and conversing quietly with them. They seemed to be arguing – eventually, Harry lifted his head.

"Okay, you can help," he said, which resulted in the DA cheering. "We're looking for something that belonged to Ravenclaw."

"There's the Lost Diadem," came a voice from near the passage.

"Luna!" Neville cried, and ran to give her a hug. "You got the message!"

"Yes," Luna smiled at Neville. "More are coming, I saw them coming though. But like I said, Ravenclaw had her Lost Diadem."

"But it's lost," Michael Corner pointed out. "No one's seen it for hundreds of years. Not in living memory, at least."

"I think it could be what we're looking for," Hermione said slowly.

"I can take you to see the Rowena Ravenclaw statue in the Ravenclaw common room, Harry," Luna said brightly. "She's wearing it there."

"Sure," Harry said. After saying something to Ron and Hermione, he followed Luna out the door.

A little over twenty minutes later, Colin Creevey came bursting into the room. "Voldemort's coming!" he cried.

"What?"

"Voldemort – is –coming!" he panted.

"Good thing we contacted the Order," Neville paled. "Are they coming?"

As if on cue, a group of people entered through the door. Old DA members, the Order of the Phoenix, the Weasley family…

"Ginny!" Neville rushed to greet her.

"Hi, Neville," she laughed. "How are you?"

"Just grand," Neville grimaced.

"I expected as much."

The Marauders, on the other hand, were gazing intently at the adults entering the room, wondering if they'd see someone they would recognize from their time.

"No," Sirius whispered as they looked at a tall black man that entered and started speaking with who they recognized as Molly Weasley. "We don't know him."

"Now he looks familiar," James said, gesturing to a young man that just walked in. He was tall and thin, with pale skin and thin scars running down his face.

"Hello…" Neville had just approached the man.

"Hello, Neville," the man greeted him warmly. "How are you?"

"Good, sir," Neville said. James and Sirius exchanged looks. Sir? "There's just…"

"What is it?" the man asked curiously.

"I…I think I should let you see for yourself," Neville said. "Er – mates?" He looked around for Remus, Sirius, and James.

"What is it, Neville?" Sirius called.

"Come here," Neville glanced nervously at his former professor, who had gone a bit pale at the voice.

The Marauders approached Neville and the man cautiously. When the man got a good look at them, he nearly fainted. He had to grip Neville's shoulder to keep from falling.

"What – how?" he gasped.

"Erm," Neville said hesitantly. "Remus, Sirius, James, I'd like you to meet…Remus. The older version."

Remus gaped at the man. WHAT?

"Wow, you look very different," James examined his twenty-year older best friend.

"You look old," Sirius said disgustedly.

The older Remus turned to Neville. "How?" he managed in a hoarse whisper.

"Time travel, back at the beginning of the year," Neville said.

"What do they know?"

"Sirius and James know about their deaths and the circumstances surrounding their deaths," Neville said. "They know about Harry. They met Harry."

"That all?" The future Remus asked.

"There's more?" Sirius asked. "Neville, why didn't you tell us?"

"Neville doesn't know," elder Remus gazed at Sirius and James. Oh, how he had missed them…

"What is it, professor?" Neville asked, curious.

"Oh, I'm, ah, married now," Remus said.

"No way!" Sirius and James cried together. They turned to the younger Remus. "You finally found someone to marry you!"

The younger Remus looked even more deeply startled. "I'm a werewolf!" Remus said. "I can't get married!"

"No law against it," Remus smiled at his younger self. "Would you like to know to whom?"

"YES!" Sirius and James answered for him.

"Nymphadora Tonks," Older Remus smiled.

"Andy's daughter? That's six?" Sirius asked.

"That'd be the one."

"NO WAY!" James laughed.

"Oh, and, there's one more thing…" The elder Remus said, casting a glance at his younger self. "If...ah…I promise not to freak out."

"Sure," Remus said. "Nothing could disturb me more than this."

"You'd be surprised," his older self said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a picture, giving it to his younger self. "That's Teddy."

The picture was of a young baby with bright turquoise hair, smiling widely at the camera.

"Is that your son?" Sirius said gleefully.

"It is."

Young Remus wanted to collapse. "But – but – but –."

"Not a werewolf," Remus said pleasantly. "Well, not a full one, at least. He doesn't transform."

As the Marauders were talking to the future version of Remus, and Harry had come back into the room with Luna. The older Remus had gone over to talk to him, and Neville was quietly conversing with the Marauders. The Weasley family now seemed to be in a fight. Apparently, one of their sons was there, one that hadn't spoken to the family in a few years.

While the argument was going on, Ginny came over to stand with Neville and the Marauders.

"Mum says I can't fight," she said darkly. "I'm too young. I'll be seventeen in a few months."

"It's okay," Remus reassured her. "I'm sure it'll turn out fine."

"That reminds me…" Neville began. "I don't think the three of you should fight, either."

"Why not?" Sirius said, affronted, James following his lead.

"He's right," Remus said softly. "We should stay in here. If we die…the whole timeline gets screwed up."

Neville looked relieved. "See? You really should stay in here."

"Fine," James grumbled. "But if it weren't for the timeline, we'd be unstoppable."

Eventually, the room cleared out until it was just Ginny and the Marauders. They were all heading down to the Great Hall to fight.

"This is stupid," Ginny growled. "We should be allowed to fight as well."

"I'm going," Sirius said. "No one is going to stop me." As he prepared to stand up, Remus forced him down.

"Bad dog, Sirius," Remus said firmly. "Sit."

"I don't want to sit," Sirius said angrily. "I want to fight."

"Remus is right," James sighed. "We can't risk dying. No matter how much I want to fight."

Suddenly, a voice rang out throughout the room. "I know that you are preparing to fight. Your efforts are futile. You cannot fight me. I do not want to kill you. I have great respect for the teachers of Hogwarts. I do not want to spill magical blood. Give me Harry Potter and none shall be harmed. Give me Harry Potter, and I shall leave the school untouched. Give me Harry Potter, and you will be rewarded. You have until midnight."

"That – that must have been Voldemort," Remus said shakily.

"You don't think they'll turn him in, will you?" Sirius asked.

"No, they won't," Ginny said. "If they do, however…" She fingered her wand.

The entryway to the Hog's Head burst open to reveal two women, one an older lady with graying hair and bright grey eyes, the other young, with cropped purple hair and dark eyes.

"What's going on?" the younger woman asked.

"Everyone went down to the Great Hall to fight," Sirius groused. "But we can't."

"Well, why ever now?" The elder lady asked as she sat down.

"Ginnys' too young and we're too valuable," James rolled his eyes.

"Well, who are you, anyway?" the younger witch sat down as well. "This is Augusta Longbottom and I'm Nymphadora Tonks."

Remus fell out of his seat.

"What's the matter with him?" Tonks asked as James and Sirius laughed loudly.

"I bet you're in for a surprise," Sirius said, still guffawing. "We're time travelers. I'm Sirius Black, this is James Potter, and the one that just fell is Remus Lupin, who we recently learned you're married to." More snickering. Remus glared at his so-called friends.

"Really?" Tonks asked excitedly. "That's awesome! And I'm finally older than you!" She gave Remus a winning smile, who returned it shakily.

"That's right!" Sirius said. "You'd be…twenty-five right now!"

"Yep," Tonks said proudly. "Have you seen Remus – the older Remus – by any chance?"

"Not since he left for the Great Hall," James said. Tonks frowned.

"Hey!" Remus sat up straight as he realized something. He started rummaging in his bag.

"What is it?" Sirius asked.

"The potion that McGonagall gave us," Remus said. "She said it'd be ready in four months – that was on January 3rd."

"So?" James asked, unsure where this was going.

"It's May 2nd. We can take it at midnight."

"We can?" Sirius asked. "I'm oddly sad about that – it means we won't get to see some of the battle."

"I'm sad about it," Ginny said. She had remained quiet for the duration of the conversation with Tonks. "It means I won't get to see you lot again."

Sirius grinned at her. "But you shall remember us always."

"But we do get to go home," James pointed. "And I can tell Lily that we get married! Then she'll finally go out with me."

"Or she'll call you delusional," Remus chuckled.

Harry, along with his friends Ron and Hermione, burst through the door at that moment.

"Tonks?" Hermione asked. "Aren't you supposed to be at your mother's watching Teddy?"

"Erm –," Tonks shot Remus a glance.

"I know," Remus reassured her. "Your husband told me."

"You mean you told me," Tonks grinned. "Have you seen Remus? The other one?"

"He was leading fighters to the grounds," Harry told her.

Tonks set off quickly. "Bye, guys!" she called to the Marauders.

"And my grandson?" Augusta asked. "Where is he?"

"Fighting," Ron gave his answer briefly.

"Then I shall go and join him," the old woman set off quicker than would be thought possible.

"Er – Ginny, Remus, Sirius…Dad," Harry said awkwardly. "I really don't like this – but we need you to leave now."

"Really?" Sirius asked, beyond excited. "You are giving us permission to go fight?"

"But what if the Death Eaters kill us?" Remus protested. "That would screw up the timeline."

"He has a point, Harry," Hermione said nervously. "They need to stay in here."

"Well, whatever you decide about them, I am leaving," Ginny departed the room.

"Well…" Harry pondered.

"LET US FIGHT, LET US FIGHT!" Sirius chanted loudly.

"Can't argue with that logic, Hermione," Harry smiled. "Do you lot have your cloak?"

"Yeah, we do," James said hesitantly. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to act like around his son.

"Good, I'd be reluctant to let you have mine," Harry said. "Just stay under it and go to the…erm…"

"Go to the edge of the Forbidden Forest," Hermione put in. "There might be some fighting happening in that area, so go in deep enough that you can see it, but can't get hit by any spells that go astray."

"Good idea," Remus said. "But why do we have to leave?"

"It's…complicated," Ron said nervously.

"Well, I don't care what it is as long as we get some action in!" Sirius grinned. "Let's go!"

"Be careful – try to avoid jets of green light!" Hermione said anxiously. But her pleas fell on deaf ears as James draped the cloak over the three of them and they hurried out of the Room out into the battle.