"I can't believe you talked to James, Harry," Hermione said disapprovingly, stirring a cup of lacewings into the potion. "It was completely irresponsible of you."

Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny were once again crammed in the stall in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, all huddled around the steaming cauldron containing the Revictero.

"I didn't actually tell him anything important," Harry said. "And everything he told me, we'll forget when him and the others leave anyways. What's the harm?"

"It's just so sad about Lupin and Tonks," Ginny sighed.

"Yah, it is," Ron agreed. "But I can't believe they got married! I mean, who would've thought?"

Harry nodded. "I still want to know what Malfoy is up to."

"Harry," Hermione said sternly, looking up from the potion. "We have enough to worry about without you obsessing over what Malfoy might be doing."

"Hermione, I told you what James overheard Snape and Dumbledore talking about. He's supposed to be doing something for Voldemort!"

"And how do you know James didn't mishear something?" Hermione said. "Besides, Harry, I keep telling you, it would do you no good to find out about anything-"

"Hermione, I know that we'll all just forget everything in a few days," Harry said. "But if I have some of the answers sitting right in front of me I can't just sit back and not even ask about them. It's been driving me insane!"

"Harry," she sighed. "I know how hard it is. I want to know what happened in the war, and with everything else just as much as you do, but right now the important thing is getting the kids back into their own time."

"She's got a point, mate," Ron said.

"So," Ginny said, changing the subject, how much longer until the potion is ready?"

"Oh, only about a week and a half longer," Hermione said brightly. "It's coming along really nicely. Once the dragon saliva has completely brewed, I can add the beetle eyes and dried pixie wings."

"You do realize that once the kids go back to their own time," said Ginny. "They'll bombard our future selves with questions about the war and You-Know-Who and everything else."

"Yes well," Hermione said. "Lets deal with one problem at a time. There's really nothing we can do about that anyways."

"So you told dad all about what happens in the future?" Albus exclaimed as James told him and the others about what had happened the previous night. "But why? You're the one who said not to unless they told us stuff about the war!"

"I know, I know," James told his younger brother. "But well, it's not like dad will remember once we leave anyways, so really I didn't help him all that much."

"And he didn't tell you anything?" Rose asked.

"No, I told you, Scorpius's dad interrupted us before I could ask anything."

"But I thought Luna already told us what we wanted to know," said Lily.

"Luna only told us the basics," Albus explained. "There's still a ton more our parents have been hiding from us."

"Well, we can find all that out when we go back to our own time," Rose said.

"I can't believe how long we've been here," sighed Hugo. "I'm starting to get homesick."

"We only have a little more than a week left," Rose told her little brother comfortingly.

"Thank goodness," said Albus. "I'm getting real sick of sitting behind this couch the whole day."

"I know what you mean," James nodded. "We should at least be allowed to sit by the fire or something while lessons are going on."

"We can't!" Rose hissed. "Students might come back up here during their break! Or worse, a teacher might come in!"

"Rose, in all the time we've been here, a teachers never once come in," James said. "Come on, I'm freezing. Lets go over by the fire, just for a few minutes."

"James-" Rose started, but him, Albus, Lily and Hugo had all climbed over the couch and were now heading over to the flickering fireplace. Rolling her eyes, Rose reluctantly joined them.

"You see Rose," James said, grinning. "This isn't so bad."

"James Potter if you get us caught-"

But before she could finish her sentence, the portrait door swung open, and Professor McGonagall stepped in.

"What in the world!" she said, stopping in her tracks when she spotted he five children by the fire. "You lot again?"

"Er, hello professor," James said nervously.

"I don't know who you five are," she said sternly. "But I do know that you are most certainly not Gryffindors, and this common room is off limits to any other house. You all are in serious trouble, come with me."

She motioned for Rose, James, Hugo, Albus and Lily to follow her out of the portrait hole.

Slowly, the children rose, and followed Professor McGonagall.