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"Levitating Sugar Balls," Albus Dumbledore said cheerfully as he approached the gargoyle leading up to his office. The gargoyle shifted to the side, letting the headmaster past. As Dumbledore approached the main door to the office, he heard voices.
"Ouch, Hugo, you're on top of me," moaned a girl, one that Dumbledore didn't recognize.
"What did you do James?" he heard a boy ask. James? That was interesting.
"Yes, James, you landed us in McGonagall's office!" he heard another, more hysterical girl. McGonagall's office? Even more interesting.
"Relax, Lily," said another boy, the James, Dumbledore guessed. "We won't get in any trouble." Lily? James and Lily?
"Oh, yeah, of course not," drawled the voice of a different boy, one that had spoke earlier. "With you there's always trouble."
"Not always," piped up another boy, a new one. "Sometimes he gets away with it. Can you get off of me, Al?" Al. Hmm.
"I can't," the boy, Al, said. "Rose is on top of me."
"Well, why can't Rose get up?" moaned the boy. You're hurting me."
"Ok, I'm out."
And Dumbledore opened the door. There were five kids standing there. There was a boy that looked around fourteen, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. There was a girl of around thirteen, with light red hair and clear blue eyes, with a smattering of freckles across her nose. There was a boy of thirteen as well, and he looked exactly like one of his students, Harry Potter. But he was quite certain that this wasn't Harry. There was a tall boy that looked maybe eleven or twelve, with light brown hair that fell longer than most boys' hair, and chocolate brown eyes. And then there was the last girl, who looked to be about eleven, with dark auburn hair and sparkling brown eyes. The kids all gaped at him.
"Hello," Dumbledore told the children. "Who are you?"
"You….you…." gaped the oldest boy. "You're Dumbledore."
"You are correct," the old man said with a smile. "Is it such a shock to see me?"
"You…you're dead," said the boy who looked like Harry.
"What do you mean?" Dumbledore frowned at the kids.
"You died before we were even born," said the youngest.
"And when might that be?"
"1997, of course!" said the red-headed girl.
"I'm sorry," Dumbledore said, his frown becoming more pronounced. "But it is only 1994 at the moment."
"What are you talking about?" said the Harry look-alike. "It's 2019! We were just in the common room, and this idiot," he jabbed his finger at the oldest. "Stole this one thing from her," he pointed at the younger girl. "And pressed a BLOODY BUTTON and we ended up here!"
"Well, I think that I am correct in the fact that you have traveled to the past," Dumbledore told them heavily.
"What? That's impossible!" The red-headed girl spoke up. "No one's found out how to travel back more than 24 hours!"
"Well, it seems that you five have proved experts wrong," Dumbledore smiled. "Now, until I find a way to resolve this problem, I'm afraid you must pretend to be exchange students for now. The Triwizard Tournament is taking place for the first time in centuries this year, and we can make it seem that you are all American exchange students observing it.
"Now, on to another matter of business," he smiled at them. "Full names, age, and parentage, please."
The kids looked uneasily at one another. Then the oldest stepped forth. "James Sirius Potter, at your service," he said with flourish.
"I am correct in assuming you are Harry's son?" Dumbledore asked him, eyes widening slightly at his name.
"Yes," James said. "Age fourteen, first-born son of Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley."
"Ah," said Dumbledore. "And who might the rest of you be?" he asked kindly to the remaining children. Then the Harry look-alike stepped forward.
"Are you Mr. Potter and Ms. Weasley's son as well?" he smiled at the young boy.
"Yeah," the boy muttered. "I'm thirteen, and my name is…" he took a deep breath. "Albus Severus Potter."
"Harry named his son after me?" Dumbledore smiled slightly. He was touched that the boy would do this. "And after Professor Snape as well?" he asked suddenly, becoming alert. "He must find it out," Dumbledore muttered softly to himself.
The little red-headed girl stepped forward timidly. "I'm Lily Luna Potter," she smiled. "My mum and dad are the same as there's, and I'm eleven."
"That's nice dear," Dumbledore smiled down on her. Oh, how she looked like her grandmother!
Then the older girl stepped forward. "My name is Rose Marie Weasley," she said boldly, flashing him a grin. "I'm thirteen and the oldest daughter of….Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger!"
Dumbledore chuckled softly. That was interesting news. "And you?" he asked to the final boy.
"Hugo Arthur Weasley," he muttered. "I'm eleven and her sister." He jabbed his finger at Rose.
"I think that all of you can keep your names, along with your appearances," he said, pacing back and forth. Albus, however, should at change his hair color to a dark brown, as to not draw suspicion to how much he looks like his father. I am assuming you're all in Gryffindor?" They nodded.
"Then I will get you robes and trunks. You can move in tomorrow. Now," he said, drawing up his sleeves. "We must go to the Halloween Feast. I will introduce you after the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students. Now, let us go down."
And the five troubled time-travelers had no choice to follow him, down to their impending doom. (Or so James would come to think of it.)
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