AN- IMPORTANT- Just so everyone knows, I'm writing this story as if the kids have no clue what they're parents went through at school, or of Voldemort, or anything else they did. I'm not positive if this is how J.K Rowling intended it to be, but that's what I got from the epilogue.
"Who the bloody hell is that?"
Lily shrugged.
"Rose and Hugo aren't gonna be too happy about this," James said.
"How long can they go for?" Lily asked, as Ron continued to suck face with the girl.
"I don't want to find out," James said, moving his little sister along.
When they arrived at the corridor where the Fat Lady was, James and Lily waited, out of view of the Fat Lady, until somebody came out.
"Hey, who's he?" Lily said as a boy stumbled out of the Portrait. "He looks really familiar…"
"It's Professor Longbottom!"
"Neville?"
"Yah, shh."
Neville was heading towards them, but tripped over his unlaced shoe, and fell, spilling the entire contents of his bag.
"Are you okay?" Lily asked, walking over to him to help.
"I think so. Thanks."
James gathered up some of the books.
"Here Professor," he said, handing them to him.
"Why did you just call me Professor?" Neville asked curiously.
"Um…"
"Why'd you call me Professor?" he repeated.
"It was an… accident."
Neville still looked wary. James suddenly got an idea.
"It's just that, I've heard your so good in Herbology, I consider you to be on a Professor's level. In fact, Lily and I were just on our way to the library to finish up our Herbology homework. If your not doing anything, would you mind helping us?"
Neville's face lit up at being addressed on such high terms. Meanwhile, behind him, Lily mouthed to James, "What are you doing?"
"I'm not busy at all," Neville said. "I'd love to help you."
"Great," James said, giving Neville the rest of the books he picked up.
With Lily giving James scrutinizing looks, the three made their way back down to the library.
"You're back early," Rose said, as she saw James enter the library. "Thought you'd be gone at least an hour. Did you-"
She stopped at the sight of Neville.
"Oh hi guys," James said, leading Neville over to the table. "Didn't know you'd be here."
"What'd you mean? Where else would-"
James gave him a vicious stare, and catching on, Albus shut up.
"You all need help in Herbology?' asked Neville brightly.
"Well, truthfully, we don't need help in Herbology," James admitted.
Rose, who saw what James was doing, spoke up and said, "But we do need your help."
Neville looked nervous. "I dunno, I'm not good at anything else. I can do Defense Against the Dark Arts, but you should really talk to Harry if you want to learn a lot."
The five exchanged glances. "We need to tell you something,"
"Um, alright, I don't know you very well though."
"But we know you. I'm Rose Weasly. This is my little brother Hugo, and our cousins, James, Albus, and Lily Potter."
"Weasly? Are you related to Ron?"
"Yes, he's my-"
But before he could finish, he turned to Albus, "I know you can't be related to Harry Potter, though you do look like him a lot, he doesn't have any family except for his aunt and uncle, but are you a descendant of Dumbledore's, you know, since you have his name?"
"Actually," Rose cut in. "He IS a relative of Harry Potter. We all are, though me and Hugo technically aren't blood relatives of him, he's still our Uncle…."
"Harry's your Uncle, that's impossible!"
"He's our dad," Lily said.
"YOUR WHAT!"
Madam Pince swooped in, "Shhhhhh! This. Is. A. LIBRARY!"
"Sorry," mumbled Neville. He waited until she was out of earshot, then said, "Follow me, I know a place where we can talk in private."
He led them through halls, and up many flights of stairs before they reached a deserted corridor.
"In here," he gestured for them to go in a small deserted classroom.
After they all entered, Neville locked the door, and faced them. "Now, what do you mean Harry's your dad? He's 16. And you look like your at least 10. It's impossible…"
"But see, we're from the future," Rose said gently.
"The future?"
"Yes, we accidentally came here because James activated a Portural Revinsive."
"A what?"
"A device that takes the users back to another time frame."
Neville had a look of utter confusion on his face. "So, you're not even born in this time?"
They shook their heads. "Blimey. How long have you been here?"
"A couple of hours," James said.
"And we really have to get back to our time, but we need a potion made. It's really complicated to make and-"
"Sorry, can't help you there. My potion making is horrendous."
"We know. You've told us," Hugo said.
"I did?"
"Did we mention we know you in the future?"
"NO!"
"Well, we've known you pretty much our whole lives. You're a good friend of the family."
"And, you're the Herbology teacher at Hogwarts," Albus added.
"Me? A professor?" Neville asked in surprise.
"And head of Gryffindor."
Neville got a dreamy look in his face. So he would amount to something after all…
"Anyways," Rose continued. "We need you to help us get our parents together. We've been trying, but we can't get in the common room, and our parents are always separated."
"Or snogging in broom cupboards," James said under his breath, but Rose heard him.
"What?"
"I saw your dad attacking some girls face when me and Lily found Neville. It was really quite disgusting."
"What girl? Mum?"
"No. Deffinatly not Aunt Hermione."
"Hermione's your Aunt?" Neville asked James.
"Yah. And our Uncle's name is Ron."
"Whoa, Hermione and Ron end up married? Weird."
"What's so weird about that?" Rose questioned. "They said they were friends in school."
"They are, except it's usually more of a fighting relationship than a love one. They're not even speaking right now."
"Really? Why?"
He shrugged. "Harry keeps trying to get them to talk, but it isn't working."
"Well, that complicates things a bit," James said.
"I'm sure we can still get them together," Rose said, though not looking so sure of herself.
"How exactly?"
"Well…" Her face suddenly lit up. "If Neville could bring Uncle Harry and dad, and we bring mum, then we can just sit them down and talk to them."
"We need our mum too," Lily said.
"Yah, and dad and Uncle Ron might come with Neville, but Hermione won't come with us. We've already tried talking to her, and she wont listen to us."
"She was in a rush before," Hugo reminded him. "I'm sure she'll listen if she's not busy."
"I guess."
"So you'll help us Neville?"
"I dunno, this is all really weird. And with the war going on and everything…"
"Wait, what war?" asked Albus.
"You don't know? Your Harry Potters son!"
"So? What's that have to do with the war?"
Neville was quiet for a bit, then said, "They must've not told you."
"Told us what?"
He shook his head. "If they choose not to tell you, then I have no business telling you."
"But-"
"I'll help you," Neville said sternly. "But I am NOT going to tell you anymore then you need to know. If Harry and them tell you fine, but seeing as you're not my kids, I can't."
James opened his mouth to argue, but Rose cut him off. "Alright. Thanks so much Neville."
Neville looked at his watch. "I have to get to class. Break's nearly done. Meet me back here at 8."
"We don't exactly have anywhere else to go," James mumbled.
"Thank you so much for believing us," Rose said gratefully. "I know it must have been hard to accept that we're from the future and all-"
Neville gave them a friendly smile and said, "Albus looks so much like Harry, and Hugo like Hermione. You're obviously not lying. It's undeniable now that I look at you." And with that, he left the room.
"I want to know what he's not telling us," James said at once.
"So do I, but our main focus right now is getting back to our time. We can ask our parents about this later. We'll say we came across it in a book," Rose said.
"Think they'll tell us?"
"Well if they don't we can REALLY look it up. If it's as big as Neville made it out to be, it has to be recorded somewhere."
They heard the door handle rattle, "Blasted door is locked, hold on."
"Hide," Albus mouthed. Fortunately, there was a desk in the front of the classroom, so they all ducked out of sight behind it, just before the voice said, "Alohomora."
"Don't see why you wanted to talk to me," came another voice, sounding angry.
"If the best you can come up with is a necklace Draco, I'm afraid the Dark Lord will be most unpleased with your work." The first, cool oily voice said.
"So I had one mishap. Big deal."
"I'm not sure the Dark Lord will see it that way."
"I don't need you. I'm doing fine on my own Snape!"
Albus's stomach gave a lurch. His father said he was named after a person named Professor Snape… Could this be the 'bravest man' his dad told him about?
"That's Professor Snape."
"Whatever."
They heard the door slam, leaving only the one man, Snape, in the room.
"Dumbledore will have my head for this," he said under his breath. Then the door closed once more.
No one dared move for nearly ten minutes, before James finally stuck his head around the edge of the desk, announcing the coast was clear.
"What was that all about?" Hugo asked.
"I don't know. But it didn't sound good," Rose replied.
"Was the Snape dad said was one of the bravest men he ever knew?" Albus asked nervously, still not sure why his father would name him after such a person.
"Obviously not. That man sounded horrible."
Maybe he was right. But Albus couldn't help feeling unsure. After all, Snape wasn't a common name was it?
If seemed like days instead of hours before Neville finally returned.
"I just saw Harry and Ron in the library," he said as soon as he came in. "And Hermione was only a few tables down."
"What about our mum?" Lily asked. "She needs to be there too."
"Who is your mum?" Neville asked curiously.
"Ginny. She's Uncle Ron's little sister."
Neville's eyes widened a bit. "Oh, I suppose that still works then, because she's in the library too. With Dean though."
"Well," Rose said. "I reckon we better get it over with now. The sooner we tell them, the sooner we get back home."
They all agreed.
No one spoke on the way back down to the library. It was a nerve wrecking task, talking to young versions of your parents, who had no idea who you were that you are they're kids.
Neville gave the kids a nod, and went over with Harry and Ron. Hugo and Rose went over to Hermione, and James, Albus and Lily, to Ginny.
"Hello," Rose said as she reached Hermione's table.
Hermione looked up. "Hello."
"Can we talk to you?" Hugo blurted out.
"Um… Okay. What about?"
"We can't tell you here. We have to tell you over there. With them," Rose explained, pointing over to Ron, Harry and Neville.
Hermione shook her head. "I'm not going anywhere near Ron. If you have to talk to me, you can do it right here."
"Please," Rose begged. "It's really, really important. You don't have to even talk to Ron. Ignore him. Please."
Hermione thought about this for a minute. "Oh alright. But it better be quick. I have loads of studying to do."
Meanwhile, over at Ginny's table, James, Albus and Lily trying to persuade her to come over to Harry and Ron's table as well.
"I don't even know you three," she said.
"We'll tell you over at the table," said Albus. "Just please come with us."
Ginny looked over at Dean, who James was shooting a dirty look to. "I'll be back in a minute,"
"Looks like Hugo and Rose were successful," Lily whispered, as they saw their cousins lead Hermione to the table.
"What's going on here?" Ron demanded as everyone came to a stop around him and Harry.
Hermione merely gave Ron a reproachful look, and turned away from him, but Ginny pointed at Lily, Albus and James and said, "They told me they had something important to tell me, but they couldn't do it unless I was with you."
"Same here," Hermione said, still not looking at Ron.
"What about you Neville?" questioned Harry. "Same story?"
Neville stared at the ground. "Just listen to them guys, it actually is really urgent. " He stood up. "I'll let you five get on with it then." And with that, he left the library, leaving the other four desperately befuddled.
"What do you have to talk to us about?" Ginny asked. "I really have to get back over to Dean."
Albus noticed his father shift uncomfortably in his seat.
"Do you know what a Portural Revinsive is, first of all?" Rose said finally, getting straight to the point.
Harry, Ron and Ginny shook their heads, but to nobody's surprise Hermione replied, "Yes, it's a magical object that transports the person or persons who activated it to another time frame."
"Yah, and well," Rose looked at the others who were standing next to them. James signaled for her to go on.
"Well we've gone and set one off. Well, not US, just James there, but we all suffered the effects."
"Can't let that go can you Rose," James said.
"So wait. You're from a different time?" Harry asked, his face full of puzzlement.
"Yes."
"But why would you tell us that?" asked Ron. "Why us of all people?"
Rose was quiet for a few moments, and them at long last said, "Because you are our parents in our time."