Present Mixed in the Past

Chapter 8| Old Friends in New Lives

There will be some German words here, I'm sorry if I use them wrong... I only really know Spanish and French... And that's iffy at best...

                                 ~SR

Harry spent the next while preparing himself to meet the Weasleys and all his old friends from his past life. This time around, he won't be used, he'll show them the right way to end this war with as little causalities as possible.

Soon, he was on the London Platform, walking a little behind the loudly talking redheads. That certainly brought back good memories, even if they were made to keep him docile. Smiling some, he hurried forward. He paused though when he saw the twins. Weirdly, one was in Gryffindor colors while the other was in Slytherin. Before he could think about it too much, the twins were gone.

"Excuse me, Miss, what did they just do?" He pushed his cart forward, watching as Molly's head whipped to him. Her eyes widen at the sight of him before narrowing into a greedy smile. He should've known, he's seen that smile on Vernon on a lot.

"Well, you see, that's the entrance to Platform nine 'nd three quarters. You just run at it head on. Just like the twins did." She gave a chirpy hum.

The boy nodded, carefully turning his cart to the magic wall and rushing in as he always did. He took a breath as he appeared out onto the old platform. When he retired from being an Auora, the station had become a little more modern. The train no longer required coal, the seats were bigger and softer, nicer too. It was nice to see it back to its old style.

"Harry!" Twin voices called out, bringing the old soul from his memories.

Waiting for him off to the side of the entrance, was the twins. They had large smiles on their faces, faces he recognized.

"Twins!" He called out, moving towards them. They laughed a little, winking to him. They then motioned with their heads for him to follow them.

The boy chuckled, following them eagerly. It was good to see Fred again, George wasn't the same without his brother, nor was the jokes. Their shop was still good, but those who really knew him, knew he could've done better with his brother. They knew that his jokes were only half done and half thought of.

It wasn't long before the three of them were in their own compartment. The twins sat opposite of the boy, letting him observe them and let them do the same.

Quickly, Harry noticed that the two looked like mirror copies of each other, more so than usual. Their hair was settled in a fluffy, surfer's comb over, it was a style that George had liked the best when he was an adult. Each sported the same grin, had their ties carefully made the same way, even the wrinkles were in the same place! Everything, right down to how they were sitting, said they were the same person! The boy couldn't help himself and laughed. He found what they were doing to be quite funny. He then looked at their auras and smiled more.

"You're Gods as well?" He quirked an eyebrow.

"Ja!" George grinned, leaning back in his seat.

"Du?" The other twin also leaned back, tiling his head to the side.

"Sí. Soy el dois de vida. Y tú?" (Yes. I'm the God of Life. And you?)

The twins looked impressed before grinning those devilish grins.

"Unfug und Chaos." The twins put their heads together, joining their hands tightly.

Harry's eyes widen in surprise. Mischief and Mayhem, what a perfect fit for those two. Similar in plenty of ways, but different in others, that's how the boy-who-lived would classify the two ways of life. Just how he would classify the twins.

He then narrowed his eyes down at the two, a sudden moment of confusion forming inside of him.

"Tú... Tú murist?" He leaned back as Fred opened his mouth, liking to explain what was going on. He was interrupted by the door opening their younger brother, a young brunette with an entanglement of hair, and a chubby dirty-blond haired boy. (You... You died?)

"There you two went!" Ron cried out, rudely sitting himself next to his brothers.

The twins only rolled their eyes before they narrowed on Hermoine, who looked awkward standing where she was. She shifted to the side as Neville moved himself in, his toad in hand. He gave Harry a smile, a confident joyful smile. A smile he's only seen when they were adults.

"Hey, Harry." He hummed as he sat next to him.

"Harry?" The two others looked to him, a frown on both their faces. Then the girl stepped forward, almost hesitantly.

Shakily, she reached her hand out.

"I-I'm Hermoine... Granger." Her brows furrowed together in slight confusion, as if she was unsure of her own name.

The dark-haired wizard took her hand, giving her a sweet smile. Gently, he squeezed her hand in a friendly manner.

"That's a beautiful name." He chuckled softly.

A light dusty of pink formed on her face before she took a seat beside Neville. She casted a worried look to powerful wizard, wanting his approval. Thankfully, it was happily given to her with a subtle nod.

Harry looked at the lot, watching them all with a gentle, grandfatherly look. Soon, the ones who remembered began to speak, and his smile only grew. He was going to genuinely enjoy himself this time around.