Two: Meeting George Weasley

The room stopped swirling and the twins stood in a brighter looking owlery. They looked around, and noticed that the owlery was somewhat tidier. They left the room, and walked through the corridors of Hogwarts. The students walked in tight pacts, a look of fear etched on every last one of their faces.

"What's wrong with them?" George asked.

"I dunno…" Fred replied back.

They walked on until they stopped outside Professor McGonagall's office. They knew they shouldn't mess with time, but they had to see McGonagall. Fred opened the door to her classroom and they waslked inside. It looked somewhat new in the classroom, but it still had the same McGonagall touch to it.

"Professor?"

"Professor McGonagall?"

The door to her office opened up, and McGonagall stepped out. How far in time they went forward, they had no clue, but the majority of her hair was a light grey with brown highlights, and her face was a bit more wrinkled. She looked at the twins with a looked of surprise and worry.

"W-W-What are you two doing here?" she asked disbelievingly.

"Well professor," Fred started out.

"We just wanted to get a sneak peek at our futures, you see," George finished.

McGonagall ran out, and closed the door to the classroom, and then she turned to face the twins.

"Now is not a good time for you boys to be roaming around in a different time period!"

"What's wrong, professor?"

"I can't explain now, but I know who can."

She walked into her office, grabbed a sheet of paper, and brought it back to the twins.

"Go to this address here in London. The person there will be able to explain what's happening. Go into my office, and use the fireplace. The Floo Network is up and running."

The boys thanked her, took the paper, and went into her office. They stepped into the fireplace, then Fred ook some Floo Powder in his hand and yelled the address that was written on the paper.

"1061 Summerton Village!"

He threw the Floo powder onto the hearth, and the two of them went flying in a flame of green, spiraling past numerous grates until they flew out of the right one. They shook themselves off and looked around. The living room looked a bit homey; there were pictures lined up all around. However, they were all of George, Angelina, and the couple's newborn child. The pictures sparked some jealousy and anger from Fred; Angelina was Fred's current girlfriend. How did George end up getting her?

"How? How did you get my girlfriend?"

"How should I know? It's just the future Fred!"

"Yeah! A future in which my girlfriend has a family with you!"

They heated up against each other, but just then, footsteps descended down the stairs. As the person came into view, he was adjusting his tie like he was going to work. He looked up at the twins, and instead of being in shock, he sported a small smile.

"Well, well. If it isn't myself and my brother!"

"Hello to you too, George," Fred greeted.

George chuckled. His flaming red hair came down to his neck, and was parted from his face. His goatee was neat, and there was barely a trace of freckles on his face. He looked at them with the slightest of interest.

"What are you two doing here?"

"We just wanted to have one more adventure before we left Hogwarts," Fred answered.

"But we noticed that there's a shift in the atmosphere amongst the students at Hogwarts," George continued.

"So we went to McGonagall, and she told us that she couldn't explain what was going on, but that you could-"

"And she sent us here, and here we are."

"Well, I guess I can tell you guys what's up," The elder Weasley said. He sat down in his recliner, and the twins sat on the couch.

"It kinda started about six or seven years ago. Up in Romania, the werewolves began to get restless. The ringleader, Fenrir Greyback, ordered attacks on the Romanians, particularly all with wizard heritage or muggleborns with magical powers. They want to take over the Wizarding World in their own werewolf utopia. They've made it clear to us as well. Just last week, one of the students from Hogwarts was attacked and killed by one of Greyback's cronies."

"Woah…that's terrible," Fred said.

"Unbelievable…" George whispered.

"And what's worse," Elder George continued, "Is that it's rumored that Greyback and the werewolves plan on invading Britain to attack civilians, and that the Hogwarts attack was just the beginning…"

"How true are the rumors, George?" Fred asked.

But before Elder George could answer, the door rattled. Growling noises surrounded the house, and seemed to get louder with each passing second. Fred and George hid behind the couch, and Elder George took out his wand and aimed it at the front door. The growl reached its peak point, and whatever was outside let out a sharp grunt and broke down the front door, causing George to cry out.

"Holy shit—"