"But-but I hate Snape!" Harry stammered. "I wouldn't name my son after him!"
"And since when is he headmaster?" questioned Ron, frowning. "Dumbledore is."
"You told us that after Dumbledore died, Snape took over the school and-" Rose began, but was cut short by Harry, who exclaimed, "when did Dumbledore die?!"
Rose shrugged. "Sometime in either your sixth or seventh year, you weren't very specific with us, you know."
"But we're in our sixth year now!" Hermione pointed out, sounding worried.
"He must die doing something in the war," Ginny muttered to Harry.
"What is this war?" James asked, exasperated. "Can't you just tell us?"
"But if he dies, then You-Know-Who will have free range. Dumbledore's the only one he was ever afraid of," Ron said, ignoring James.
"Who's You-Know-Who?" asked Hugo, but like James, he got no response.
"We have to warn him," Harry said firmly, rising to his feet. "Tell him that he's scheduled to die soon."
"But would he believe you?" Hermione questioned cleverly. "I mean, what would you say Harry, 'Oh, by the way Professor Dumbledore, my kids from the future came to our time, and they told me you're going to die soon.'?"
"I wouldn't say it like that," Harry told her indignantly. "What do you want me to do? Just let him die?"
"Of course not, all I'm saying is that you have to be careful how you tell him."
"You can't tell him tonight anyways," Ginny said calmly. "He's gone again. Or he wasn't at dinner at least. Besides, I thought once the kids go back to their time, we'd forget everything that happened."
"Damn it, you're right," Harry cursed, punching the back of the couch. "So Dumbledore is just doomed then? There's nothing we can do to help him?"
"Harry, he's very old," Ginny said gently. "He was bound to go sooner or later."
"I know," Harry said heavily.
Suddenly, the sound of the portrait door swinging open was heard, and the group immediately stopped talking.
"It's just Seamus and Dean," Hermione mouthed silently to them as she carefully peered around the couch. "They're going up to the dormitory."
A moment later, Seamus and Dean returned from the dormitory, this time equipped with there bags, and without a glance towards the hiding spot, left the common room empty once more.
"I still don't get why I named my kid after Snape," Harry said as soon as the portrait closed, bringing up the old subject once more. "He's so, I dunno, evil!"
"He's not evil Harry," Hermione said. "He saved your life in our first year, remember?"
"Yah, and then he spent most of the time after that trying to get me expelled!"
"Dumbledore trusts him," she said, as though that settled the matter. "And if Dumbledore trusts him, we should too."
"But he was a Death Eater before," Ron said thoughtfully. "Who says he really gave up his old ways."
"Ron, we've been over this a hundred times," Hermione sighed, rolling her eyes. "Dumbledore obviously has his reasons."
"And Snape is in the Order," Ginny added.
"But there's loads of people in the Order," Harry said. "Sirius, your dad, Remus-"
"Remus? That's Teddy's dad!" James said.
"Remus has a son?" Ginny inquired.
"Yah, Teddy's our god-brother," Lily spoke up. "He's not at Hogwarts anymore, he works with daddy at the Ministry now."
"This is all too confusing," Ron muttered shaking his head. "Who's he married to anyways?"
"He's-"
"Hold on," James said abruptly, interrupting Lily. "Why are we telling you all this stuff about our time, when you won't answer any of our questions? I say we don't tell you anymore until you answer what we want to know."
"Pretty bright kid," Ron said to Harry under his breath.
"Oh, just forget it," Hermione said, getting up. "We're not telling you anything, and that's final. Come on, we'd better start on our homework." She made her way over to a nearby table.
"Don't dwell on the whole Severus thing," Ginny told Albus, who had been sitting with a distant expression on his face. Albus nodded, but said nothing.
Harry looked at his watch in surprise. "We have Quidditch practice in twenty minutes!"
"Blimey, we do? I've forgotten all about that!" Ron said, as he started spreading out his work across from Hermione. "Suppose I'll have to get to this later."
"But you're already so behind," Hermione pointed out. "I'm sure Harry would understand if you skipped practice just for tonight."
"Hermione, we have a match in two weeks!" Ron exclaimed.
"Fine," Hermione said simply, crossing her arms. "Just don't come crying to me when you have to stay up the whole night to get this done."
"Come on, it's not due until Monday. I have the weekend!"
"Just don't say I didn't warn you," she said, opening her book.
It was midnight, and the common room was completely desolate. The fire was put out, and the only light came from the full moon shining through the window.
James, Albus, Rose, Hugo and Lily were all wide-awake, lying cramped together on their spot behind the couch.
"I'm going to find out what the war is," James whispered furiously for the third time that night. "They can't hide it forever."
"James, why don't you just wait until we get back to our time?" Rose asked softly. "They're obviously not going to tell us, so long as my mum's around."
"I just want to know why dad would name me after someone that's evil," Albus said more to himself than everybody.
"It can't be that hard to out," James continued. "If it's a war, everybody's got to know about it. We just need to ask someone who's not our parents."
"James, we're supposed to stay right here until the potion is done," Rose hissed. "We can't go around asking people what the war is about!"
"Sure we can," James said, grinning. "We've just got to do it while they're not here."
"You're going to get us in so much trouble," Rose sighed.
AN- I'm so so so sorry I took forever to update! I just finished my midterms, so hopefully, updates will be quicker now. Like always, thanks for reading, and I hope you liked it. Reviews are loved!