A/N- Don't kill me! Sorry it's been forever, I've been super busy plus I've gotten a couple of ideas for original stories so I've been pursuing those. I'm also running out of ideas for this story, so I'll be finishing this up soon. Thanks to all of those who have reviewed/faved/followed. Please tell me what you think!

Chapter Fifteen

Albus stared at Severus Snape, who was looking a bit shocked. His aunt Hermione coughed awkwardly. Scorpius stared intently at the ground. Rose shuffled her feet.

"Have you been lying, Mr. Weasley?" The dark-haired Potions Professor glared, folding his arms.

"Uhhhhermmm I…" Albus started, but he could not finish. Rose didn't let him.

"You see Professor, technically he is a Weasley, so he hasn't been lying to you at a—"

"Shut up, Rosie. You might kill the future," Scorpius argued, wrapping a secure arm around her. The redhead stuck her tongue out at him, wrinkling her nose.

"Albus mentioned that you were not from around here…" Snape looked thoroughly confused, something that didn't suit him.

Rose smiled, "Oh we are from around here, we just aren't from around here until about twenty years from now,"

"That made no sense, Rose," Al interjected, rolling his eyes, "Honestly, you call yourself smart,"

"I thought I was the smart one!" Rose bit her lip, mocking the angry expression on Al's face, "I am the one who always makes you guys go to the library!"

"The library… The Restricted Section!" Al exclaimed, clapping his hands together and jumping, forgetting Snape and Hermione altogether, "YES! Why didn't I think of it earlier! We've been looking in the wrong place!"

"If you think that you are getting into the Restricted Section, Mr. Potter, then you are sadly mistaken," Snape glared at the trio, his voice laced with disapproval.

"I…" Al trailed off, not sure of what to say.

"Fine. Let's put it this way," Rose said, "We need to get back to the future so we cannot screw up things even more! Do you want me to tell you what happens?"

Snape raised an eyebrow, "You are being preposterous. If this foolishness continues and you do not leave the hospital wing immediately I will be forced to take house points—"

"We-el, Scorp's dad is really a Death Eater but in the end he's an ok bloke, Ronald Weasley is my dad, my best cousin's name is James Sirius Potter and he is always trying to live up to the name, Remus Lupin has a kid named Teddy—"

"We get it, Rose," Surprisingly, it was Hermione who spoke. Al turned to look at her, and she was sitting up in bed, smiling.

Rose flushed scarlet, "I'm sorry,"

"It's alright… So Ron is your dad," Hermione glanced away, mumbling the last bit quietly. Rose positively grinned, dimples appearing in her cheeks.

"Your husband, technically,"

"Right… earlier you said, Albus—"

"Call me Al," The dark-haired boy corrected.

"Ok. Al, earlier you said that you were part Weasley… what does that mean?" Hermione's brow furrowed in confusion, before smoothing out in realization, "Oh," The unsaid answer was there: "Harry marries Ginny."

"Yeah," Al shuffled his feet awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.

"And…" Hermione's eyes shifted to the side, staring into space, "And why did Harry name you after Professor Snape?"

Snape gave a small grunt from behind them, though Al paid it no mind.

"Lily and James got named after four amazing people… Lily Luna and James Sirius… but I've got it worse. My dad once told me that I was named after one of the bravest men he'd ever met… And having Albus Dumbledore's name tacked on doesn't help either,"

The hospital wing was dead silent. Nobody moved, nobody breathed.

"What did I say?" Al asked, glancing at his friends and the surly Professor.

All four teens looked at Professor Snape, who had a curious expression on his face. He blinked furiously, and Al thought it looked like he was getting rid of tears. Finally, he spoke, but not before clearing his throat first.

"I suppose that I could give you a note… but if anyone hears of this, I will take away so many house points that Gryffindor won't win the house cup until your grandchildren are born. Got that?" He snapped, before turning to leave the room, his black robes billowing out behind him.

X

Teddy Lupin was just a normal man. He wanted to have loads of children, have a small house in the country, work at the Ministry of Magic, and grow old with his one true love. He had been planning on proposing to Victoire at the family get together. He still had the ring in his pocket! Now his plans, however, had been shot straight to hell.

Teddy Remus Lupin was being held at the Burrow, his surrogate Grandmother's house, until they could find out more information on him. He was actually locked in a small spare room at the back of Arthur Weasley's 'junk shed', though the room had been swept of anything considered dangerous prior to Teddy being put in there. It was especially upsetting, however, because he was separated from Victoire.

And he had seen his dead father. That could alarm one quite a bit as well.

"Listen, I just want out of here so I can go to—" Teddy pleaded with the guard standing outside the thin metal door, a gruff looking man with a scraggly beard.

"Nope. I'm not to let ya' out 'till Kinsley n' them arrive—"

"Sir, I've just seen my father, who is DEAD, and my future fiancée is—"

"Mr. Burkley, there you are," A calm voice interrupted their conversation. Just from the way he spoke, Teddy could tell that this man was Kinsley Shacklebolt. He was the Minister of Magic in Teddy's time, though the dark-skinned man was considering retiring due to old age.

"This one's a Hufflepuff, I can jus' tell, Mr. Kingsley sir,"

"So what if I was in Hufflepuff!" Teddy argued indignantly, "It the best house if you ask me,"

There was footsteps from the other room, as if someone was walking into the conversation.

"Let me in," A high pitched voice commanded. Teddy sighed and sat back against the wall, closing his eyes. He didn't want to be interrogated by these people, he just wanted to go home. What was a broken time turner even doing in the yard anyway?

Wait a minute…. If Rose, Scorpius and Al had that thing… are they here somewhere?

The door swung open, and Teddy opened his eyes, halting his thoughts for the time being. Standing in the doorframe was a spunky-looking woman with short brown hair and a frown on her face. However, she was nearly identical to every picture that Teddy had ever seen of her—she was his mother.

Without thinking of what he was doing, Teddy flung himself at her, wrapping her into a hug. He'd always wanted to meet his parents, especially his mum. He'd had many father figures in his life—Harry, Ron, Arthur, but mothers was another story. He'd always desired motherly love, because he never got much.

And here was his real, actual mother, a shocked expression on her living, breathing face.

The image was shattered, of course, by the fact that Nymphadora had shoved her wand into his stomach, shouting, "Stupefy,"

Teddy felt himself go ridged and unconsciousness slipping around him, which he could not fight off. He surrendered to it without protest, but not before vaguely wondering where Victoire was.