So sorry for the lack in updates. I have no legitimate excuses this time, other than that I procrastinate quite a bit. I hope this helps make it up to you!

"RUN, RUN, RUN!" Fred Weasley, his twin brother George Weasley and James Potter were currently running at top speed through the corridors, completely out of breath. George craned his neck back as they were running only to see a gaggle of Slytherin fourth-years still storming after them.

"They're still coming," George panted two his two companions as they passed the prefect's bathroom.

"And I thought they would have given up by now," James said, wheezing. He had never been a particularly fast runner.

"Any ideas on how to get rid of them?" Fred asked. "I don't know about you two, but I'm exhausted."

"I've got a dungbomb," James said, pulling the aforementioned object out of his pocket.

"And you didn't feel the need to mention this before?" George gasped out.

"Yeah, we could have thrown it a good five minutes ago," Fred chimed in.

"Alright, alright," James said, grinning at his new friends, and chucking the dungbomb behind him. A nasty scent filled the air as the Slytherins behind them stopped to try to regain their breathing.

"Duck in here," James whispered, grabbing Fred and George and shoving them into an unused classroom off of the main hallway. "Hopefully they'll be too dumb to look in here."

"They're Slytherins, of course they'll be too dumb," Fred snorted as he shoved himself up onto the teacher's desk in the front of the room. "By the way, good job, Porter. And mate, am I glad you had that dungbomb on you, otherwise I might've busted a rib."

"Dungbombs are God's gift to mankind," James said, lazily sliding himself into one of the seats.

"Truer words never spoken," George nodded in assent.

"What classes do you guys have Monday?" James asked, cracking his neck as he leaned back. It was Saturday; therefore, no learning was happening, much to the trio's liking.

"Defense with Moody," Fred said. "Quite the scary chap, you had him yet?"

"On Thursday," James said, shuddering. He knew Moody was a war hero that his father had highly respected, but the man was quite a sight to behold, and not in a good way.

"You got the class with our darling little brother?" George snorted.

James gave a hollow laugh. "Not so darling, I should think. He's a right git to me, and my family."

"Don't worry, ickle Ronnikins will come around eventually," Fred reassured him. "He's going through an awkward stage right now."

"Yeah; his life," James cracked a joke, making Fred and George roar with laughter. James felt a stab of remorse, for Uncle Ron wasn't that bad…in his thirties. At fourteen, however, James felt he could easily make fun of him.

"So…tell us about your old school…Leakwort's… in America, wasn't it?" Fred said casually, trading a look with his twin. They had decided to be discreet about their questioning- wouldn't want to push the boy too hard.

"Oh…um…" James stammered. Fred and George briefly glanced at one another again. He was in obvious discomfort about the situation.

"America, yeah," James nodded. "A lot smaller than Hogwarts, and a lot less fun. People there care about studying, exams, stuff like that, more than they do here."

"Sounds tough," George said.

"It was," James said, biting his lip. If Al and Rose got word he let something slip, it would be the end of him.

"James, we're going to be honest with you," Fred said, hopping down from the desk. "We know your hiding something. What we want to know is what." He gave James a long look.

"Um…erm…" James could feel sweat pouring down his back. "Well…uh…bye!"

And with that, he hightailed it out of the classroom.

"Checkmate," Hugo said, sliding in his queen to capture Al's king.

Al groaned, putting his head in his hands. Hugo had beat him three times in a row now.

"Better luck next time, Al," Rose said sympathetically.

"Yeah, I'm sure someday Hugo will mess up," Lily smiled up at her brother.

"But not today," Hugo said with a small smirk.

The four's casual conversation was brought to a halt by a huge slam- James had come stomping into the Common Room.

"You four," James jerked his finger at them. "Meet me in the kitchens in five minutes."

Al shared a worried look with Rose as James rushed out of the portrait hole again. "What did he do this time?" Al wondered aloud.

"I don't think I want to know," Rose said, shaking her head.

Five minutes later, the five were in the kitchens, the house-elves given specific instructions to stay away from them and not listen to the conversation. James was giving the low-down on their newest predicament with Fred and George.

"And so they know something's up," he finished. His siblings and cousins were staring at him, openmouthed. He had a strange urging to see what would happen if he pinched their cheeks, but refrained from doing so. He was in enough trouble as it was.

"And…you just…left?" Rose asked.

"Yeah, that covers it," James nodded, cringing, waiting for her blow.

"Well," Rose sat up. "We need to get them off our trail. Come up with a fake story, one that's completely plausible and not ridiculous. Whatever we do, we can't let them figure out the truth- that we traveled backward in time."

"And that we're their family," Al added in unhelpfully.

"And Uncle Fred's death," Lily chimed in.

"And…" Hugo began, but was cut short by Rose.

"No more help from all of you!" She threw her hands up in the air exasperatedly. "They can never find out anything about us, okay? All we can hope for is that Dumbledore will find a potion or a spell to send us back before anyone else becomes suspicious."

"What is it, Lily?" Rose snapped slightly, for Lily had been tugging on the back of her robe for quite a while now.

"It…it might be a little too late for that," Lily stammered, pointing at the doorway.

For there, standing right where the exit to the kitchens was, was Hermione Granger, staring at the five of them in complete and utter shock.

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