Here's the translation with the added section from the moment the door opens:

The room in the Ministry of Magic was illuminated only by the soft glow of levitating candles. Hermione Granger, now the Minister of Magic, sat behind a large dark wooden desk. Her eyes, tired from years of struggle and unending responsibility, still radiated determination. Next to her stood Harry Potter, her best friend and Head of the Auror Office, looking as if he carried the weight of the entire world on his shoulders. Across from them sat Teddy Lupin and James Sirius Potter, each lost in their own thoughts.

Teddy, now in his late twenties, looked like a mix of his father and mother—gentle but with a firmness that reflected Remus's spirit. His hair, currently dark brown, barely concealed traces of nervousness. He was aware of his legacy, but also of the fact that he was now a future father. Victoire was at home, pregnant, and that thought gave him strength.

James, on the other hand, was the spitting image of a young Harry. He had the same untamed charm but with a touch of seriousness that came from years of fighting dark forces. Despite everything, the two functioned as family—brothers, not by blood but by love and shared life experiences.

"Thank you for coming," Hermione began, breaking the silence. Her seriousness was almost tangible. "This is no ordinary mission. This is a mission of the utmost importance."

Harry added, crossing his arms, "Athena Petrović is no ordinary dark witch. She's the heir of one of the oldest and darkest bloodlines in Europe. Her family has spent centuries studying blood magic and time. And now she's found a way to alter the course of history. If she succeeds, the future we know will be destroyed."

Teddy took a deep breath. "What exactly is she planning?"

Hermione stood, revealing a map that lay on the table. It was a map of the world, crisscrossed with interwoven magical ley lines.

"She's found a way to use blood oaths and time magic to create a parallel reality where she is the absolute ruler," Hermione explained. "But she isn't powerful enough to carry it out alone. She'll try to recruit allies from the past—specifically from the year 1995."

James looked confused. "Why that year?"

Harry placed a hand on the table. "Because it was a critical time for the Order of the Phoenix. That's when Dumbledore's forces were at their most vulnerable. If she manages to turn members of the Order against him or eliminate them, the entire course of history changes."

Teddy slowly nodded. "That's why you're sending us back."

"Exactly," Hermione said. "But this isn't simple. You mustn't reveal anything about the future. You can only tell the Order members that you were sent by me and Harry and that your mission is confidential. Under no circumstances can they know who you really are or what Athena Petrović is capable of."

James was quiet for a moment, then looked up. "Do you have a plan? How can we stop her?"

Hermione took a deep breath. "The plan consists of three steps. First, you need to track her movements and identify where and when she plans to intervene. She won't act directly; she'll use intermediaries and manipulation. Second, you must destroy the artifact she uses for the blood oaths—it's the heart of her power. Without it, she won't be able to control time magic. Third, you must ensure that key events in history unfold as they should. This means Dumbledore and the Order must remain steadfast."

"What if we fail?" Teddy asked quietly.

Harry replied, his voice heavy. "Then everything is lost."

An hour later, Teddy and James stood in the center of a special department in the Ministry of Magic. A circle of runes glowed with a bluish light around them, as Hermione and Harry double-checked the final details.

"This letter," Hermione said, handing them a parchment sealed with red wax, "is signed with both my and Harry's blood. It will serve as proof to the Order members that you can be trusted."

Harry looked at them with a mix of pride and concern. "Teddy, James... I know this is a lot to ask of you. But we trust you. You're the best we have."

James nodded. "We won't let you down."

Teddy glanced at the parchment, feeling the weight of the task. "We owe you this," he said. "Both of you."

"Good luck," Hermione said before reciting a complex string of incantations. Light enveloped them, and the room blurred as they vanished into the past.

Grimmauld Place 12 was almost exactly as Teddy remembered it from his childhood—dark, ominous, and full of secrets. But now, knowing it was a place full of life and people he had only known through stories, the feeling was entirely different.

"This is... strange," James said as they stood before the door.

Teddy nodded, trying to calm his racing heart. "Get ready. This is just the beginning."

The door swung open abruptly, and before them stood Alastor Moody. His magical eye immediately scanned them, while his normal eye fixed on them with a piercing glare.

"Who are you?" he growled, his wand already in hand and pointed at them.

James raised his hands in a gesture of peace. "We were sent by Hermione Granger and Harry Potter."

Moody scrutinized them, his gaze hard and suspicious. "Hermione Granger is just a teenager, and Harry Potter? He's nothing more than a boy with a scar. Real Auror leaders don't send strangers to my door."

Teddy slowly pulled a letter from inside his cloak, careful not to make any sudden movements. "This will explain everything."

Moody snatched the parchment without lowering his wand. His magical eye swept over it while his fingers traced its edges, checking for any signs of tampering.

"Whatever you're trying, you'd better be right," he said sharply. "Because if this letter isn't authentic, you won't leave this house."

He opened the parchment and read it. His expression remained unreadable, but he paused for a moment longer than necessary on the seal. Then he looked up at them.

"Come in," he said tersely, though his tone was cold and distrustful. "But this doesn't mean I trust you. You'll have your chance to explain yourselves to the Order."

As they stepped inside the house, Teddy and James exchanged a glance. This wasn't just a mission—it was a battle for their lives and the future of the world.