THIS IS AN EDITED CHAPTER BECAUSE HERMIONE IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE IN THIS PART OF THE STORY! SORRY FOR THE MIX UP!
A/N: Sorry about the wait guys! I went somewhere last week and things got a little hectic. This week is Spring Break though (YEAH!) which means more writing (YEAH!), and homework (BOO!)
Disclaimer: The characters in my fanfic would be smarter if this was written by J.K. Rowling, who by the way owns Harry Potter, just in case you didn't know.
Teddy shot to his feet, sending both him and Victoire to the ground. Moaning, they both lit their wands. Lumos. If he hadn't been half asleep he would've seen that the third party's wand was already tracing the breathed a sigh of relief as the light bathed across the long silver beard, half moon spectacles, crooked nose, and X-raying blue eyes of Albus Dumbledore.
"Merlin's beard! I never thought I'd get to meet you in person!" Teddy knew Vic would have punched him in the arm, if she hadn't momentarily lost the use of limb.
"I'm afraid this beard isn't quite that old young man, and I must admit how unaccustomed I am to finding thirteen young strangers in my friends' sitting room. I can assume you're not Death Eaters. They would consider it beneath themselves to pose as children. I doubt the thought has ever occurred to Lord Voldemort. Which begs the question, who are you and why are you here?" The younger children were beginning to stir and poking each other and squeaking in turn. Teddy filed through his thoughts, trying to come up with an acceptable answer to Dumbledore's question that didn't make him sound like a lunatic. This is what he came up with.
"I'm Teddy Remus Lupin. Son of Remus and Nymphadora "Tonks" Lupin and godson of Harry Potter. You're Albus Dumbledore, you were a major contributor to the downfall of Voldemort by teaching Harry about Horcruxes. If we've got the time line correct, you will die at the end of this year. Severus Snape with kill you upon your request in order to save Draco Malfoy's soul." Dumbledore looked incredibly shocked. Teddy took Victoire's hand, the latter of whom was still motionless, "This is my girlfriend Victoire and these are her cousins. We're from the future and we need your help." There came the sound of feet on the stairs. Though about 20 years younger there was no mistaking the sight of Molly, Arthur, Bill, Fleur, and Ginny on the staircase, mouths hanging open.
Well, Teddy thought wryly, there goes our plan of indiscretion.