A/N- So here's the next chapter! I know that it's short but it's got some major stuff in it... plus I wanted to update. Thanks to those that reviewed/faved/followed.

As for Hermione in this chapter, I tried to imagine how most people would react if they heard/saw what she did. Sorry if she seems out of character. And Teddy, well, I've got a plan for him... kind of. It was mostly to get Ron suspicious though.

Enough rambling! ONWARDS.

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Chapter Thirteen

Scorpius had taken to the library with Al the next morning, having caught an early breakfast. The two were scouring the shelves for books, searching desperately for something that might help them. Rose had been reluctant to get out of bed, so they had left her behind. They had planned, however, to all meet up right after dinner that night to continue their search together.

A search which was proving useless. No matter how hard they looked, Al and Scorpius could not find documentation on a broken time turner. It was unheard of. After an hour of flipping through books, Scorpius made a command decision.

"We need to go into the restricted section,"

Al glanced up from the dusty tome he was studying, his brows furrowed in confusion, "And how exactly are we going to do that?"

"I dunno, talk to your dad or something," Scorpius hunched his shoulders forward, thinking, "Or… steal the invisibility cloak!" He cried, snapping his fingers.

"What are you crazy?" Al hissed, leaning across the table to whisper, "I can't just steal the cloak from my dad! That is wrong on so many levels! I mean, how…"

The library doors swung open and in walked a gaggle of Ravenclaws, only a few years younger than Al and Scorpius. They were whispering intently, holding books on their arms. As they passed by their table, Scorpius recognized one standing in the middle of the group. He had seen her school picture hundreds of times as he passed by the fireplace mantel at home, enough to recognize the dark brown hair and wide blue eyes.

It was his mother.

Astoria Malfoy, nee Greengrass, was a beauty, even at fourteen. Her eyes shone with cynicism and knowledge, though she did not appear to be vain. Her cheekbones were already defined, her skin a creamy alabaster. She was clutching a book to her chest, glancing about the room with disinterest. Her friends were all discussing a project for Transfiguration, but Astoria remained silent. She fiddled with a strand of her long hair absently.

For a split second, Scorpius and Astoria's eyes met. A faint pang of homesickness sounded in Scorpius' heart, though he did not betray any emotion on his face. His mother, his loving, kind, amazing mother, was right there. And she didn't even recognize him, which was the saddest part of all. She didn't know that she had a son…

That would freak her out.

Sighing, the wizard turned back to his concerned looking friend. "You ok?" Al questioned, closing the book with a dull thud. Scorpius nodded, gesturing that they put their books back.

"Yeah. Let's go meet Rose, ok?"

Al agreed, and they left the library for the Great Hall.

X

Meanwhile, Ron Weasley was eating breakfast with his two best friends, Hermione and Harry.

"So we have double Potions today with… Sl…Slughorn?" Ron managed to say in between bites of food. Harry nodded slowly, as though it was obvious. Hermione merely shook her head at his rude table manners.

"Honestly, Ronald," She said primly, taking a tentative sip of her hot chocolate, "You should know by now which classes we have!"

Harry rolled his eyes, glancing upwards as the owls swooped in. One dropped a copy of the Prophet in front of Hermione, which she promptly opened and began to read. Ron watched as, much to his surprise, his owl ancient family owl Errol skidded to a halt on the table. Tied to his leg was a letter, which was addressed in his father's handwriting to 'Ronald Weasley'. Ron undid the knot of the twine and let Errol drink out of his water goblet. The redhead tore into the letter, devouring the words with hungry eyes. It was always good to get news from home even when….

What. The. Hell.

Ronald-

Hello son. I hope that school is going well. Are you enjoying your classes? I heard that Professor Slughorn was teaching again… He was there when I was a student. It's a wonder that he's still alive!

On a much stranger note, Remus was visiting yesterday when two people appeared in the garden. It was quite odd, quite odd indeed. They claim to be 'Teddy Lupin' and 'Victoire Weasley'. We are not sure if they are Death Eaters, though we checked their memories and discovered that they are from the future. Right now we have them at home, though they are being guarded by Tonks and me. Please keep me informed if anything strange has been occurring at school lately. We are not sure if they are Death Eaters or not, and Kinsley has been informed of the appearance. Until then, tell no one about this except for Harry and Hermione. I have sent a letter to Ginny as well, so don't worry about her.

Your mother and I can't wait to see you for Christmas! She sends her regards.

Love Dad

"Holy SHIT!" Ron bellowed, silencing the entirety of the Great Hall. The Slytherins sniggered at the spectacle he was making, and the Ravenclaws clucked in disapproval. Hermione glared, and Harry leaned forward, his eyes ablaze.

"What is it?"

"Here," Ron muttered, shoving the letter into his best friend's hands. The usual talk resumed slowly in the room, though Ron felt quite red in the face at this point.

Once Harry (and Hermione, as she had been reading over Harry's shoulder) was done reading the letter, he glanced up. "Wow… that is…"

"The new students!" Hermione gasped, slapping her hand to her forehead, "Of course! They just showed up, claiming to be Weasleys… how did we not question it? Why didn't I question it?!"

Ron felt like a complete dunderhead. Of COURSE. No one just comes to Hogwarts in the middle of the school year, saying that their parents were nutters….

"Morning all," Elizabeth's voice brought Ron back into the real world. She took a seat next to him, and he slid over to give her space, "I'm tired. Have you seen Victor and Benny?"

Hermione, Harry and Ron all shook their heads in unison. Elizabeth gave them a peculiar look, but buttered her toast none the less.

"Well, alright. I thought that they said they'd be in the library, but I would've thought they'd be down here by now…"

Harry had discreetly tucked the letter from Ron's dad into his robes pocket. Elizabeth did not even notice.

"There they are," Hermione said, pointing to a determined looking Benito and a thoughtful Victor.

"Hello," Victor slipped next to Hermione, Benito next to Harry, "I'm hungry,"

Ron shoved some bacon in his mouth, as if in agreement. He wasn't in the mood for an interrogation. No, he'd need Hermione for that.

X

Hermione sat in her usual corner of the library, staring out the window at the gentle falling snow. She had a book on her lap, though it remained untouched. She was trying to unravel the mystery of the new 'Weasleys'. She didn't know much, just that Harry was being distant, Ron was confused and Victor didn't act much like a brother towards Elizabeth.

It was one puzzle Hermione Granger couldn't figure out.

"Scorp… Scorp c'mon. We'll get caught," Hermione heard Elizabeth whine playfully from a row of bookcases nearby.

"Shut up, Rose. This is the only way we'll get to spend time together," A voice that sounded suspiciously like Victor rang out, "Besides, Al is off doing his own thing—"

"Spending time with Uncle Harry, no doubt,"

Uncle…

Slowly, as not to make a sound, Hermione stood, taking the book with her. She peeked around the corner of the wooden bookcase. There stood none other than Victor and Elizabeth, though they were standing rather close to each other.

"Shh, not so loud. Do you want the whole world to know that we are from the future?" Victor asked jokingly. Hermione felt her jaw go slack.

Before she could process the information, however, she became aware that Elizabeth was speaking.

"Scorpius Malfoy, you are a total prat!" She joked, before stroking Victor's cheek. The brunette wanted to curl up in a hole and implode. It was weird, much too weird to…

And then the two SIBLINGS were snogging.

Well, maybe not siblings since they were 'from the future' and Victor had been called Scorpius Malfoy (though he had neither the blonde hair nor silver eyes to prove it). And if Victor really was a Malfoy from the future, then she had kissed someone younger than her! But not technically, since he was her age now but he wasn't even born yet. Not to mention that he was a Malfoy.

Hermione wanted to bang her head against a wall. Of all the things that could've happened, she was NOT expecting this. And she had been having such a normal day…

All those thoughts ran through her head in a second, before the brunette took a deep, calming breath. It was alright, weird stuff happened to her all the time. She was Harry Potter's best friend, for the love of Merlin. She could handle time travelers from the future, or mentally deranged siblings kissing. Either way, she had to say something before Elizabeth's hands got any closer to Victors…

"Yeeachhhhhhbllleegchhhhhshhh mmmeeechhhh," Hermione let out an unintelligible sound, her left eye twitching.

The duo broke apart, looking rather guilty. They spoke at the same time.

"It's not what it looks like, we're not related!" Victor stated hastily.

"I'm your daughter from the future!" Elizabeth shouted, before slapping a hand over her mouth.

Hermione blinked several times before whispering, "Oh, ok,"

The book Hermione had been carrying fell to the floor, only a few seconds ahead of her unconscious body.