"HE GOT OFF, HE GOT OFF, HE GOT OFF—"
"Be quiet, you three! Yes, we saw him talking to Fudge on level nine, then they went up to Fudge's office together. Dumbledore ought to know."
"Absolutely," said Sirius. "We'll tell him, don—"
There was a loud bang in the hallway, loud enough to stop Fred, George and Ginny where they were, mid-chant (They had not listened to their mother in being quiet). The bang was followed by:
"-AMES SIRIUS POTTER! YOU ARE IN SOOOO MUCH TROUBLE WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!" Rose used James' full name most, since she yelled at him more then she talked to him.
Sirius' head jerked up when he heard 'James' and 'Potter'. "James is here! What! But he's dead! And… Wait! His middle name is not 'Sirius'! I would've know, it's such an awesome name!"
"Shhh!" Mrs. Weasley hissed at him. They all crept closer to the door.
"But Rose!" They heard a boy complain. "Fred's the one who didn't catch it!"
All of the present people turned to Fred. He had a puzzled look on his face. Mr. Weasley walked over to the fireplace to floo Dumbledore. There was something fishy going on here…
"Hey, hey, hey! Don't drag me into this!" Another boy's voice cut in.
"But it's your fault we're here! Speaking of here, where is here?"
"It looks like Grimmauld Place. Except darker, creepier…."
"You're right. This is definitely Grimmauld Place. It just doesn't look right…"
If this doesn't look like Grimmauld Place then what does? Thought Sirius.
They all exchanged glances. Time to barge in.
The door banged open and all of them jumped in. "Who are you and what do you want?" demanded Bill.
"JAMES!" A red-haired girl screamed at a boy who did, in fact, resemble James. "LOOK WHAT YOU DID!"
"STAINS OF DISHONOR! HALF-BREEDS! FILTHY MUDBLOODS! BLOOD TRAITORS!"
"OH WOULD YOU JUST SHUT UP!" Rose shot a red spell at Mrs. Black's portrait, and she was immediately silenced.
"I've gotta learn how to do that!" Said Sirius, adding it to his metal 'to do' list. Not that it had many things on it, or anything. Then remembering why they were there, took a good look at all the kids.
There was the girl who liked to scream, with bushy red hair and freckles. Then there was the boy who looked like James. There was also one who was the spitting image of Harry, except without glasses or a scar. There were three more red-heads, two boys and one girl. Then there were another two with silvery blonde hair. There was one with brown, and one with, blue? No, that can't be right….
"What do you want?" Bill repeated.
"Nothing… Well actually, some cake WOULD be nice…" Louis put in his opinion.
"Don't be an idiot, Louis. Why on earth would they give you cake?" Asked Victoire.
"Well my birthday is coming soon…"
"It's not for another six months."
"No! Five months and twenty-nine days!"
"Well, if I may cut in," Sirius cut in. "We don't have cake."
"Why would we give them cake if we had cake? They're probably death eaters!" Hermione was watching them carefully. They may look like kids, but there were always things like polyjuice potions and aging spells.
"But of course we know you Au—"
Roxanne slapped a hand over Fred's mouth before he could finish the sentence. "Sorry. He suffers from extreme stupidity sometimes. OW! Fred!" She dropped her hand as Fred had bitten it. "What was that for?"
"For calling me stupid. But how stupid am I now? Huh? Huh? As I was saying, Aunt Hermione, we've know you our whole lives! Why would we be death eaters?"
"FRED! You IDIOT!"
"What? Wait. Oh. Oops. Hehe…. I'm gonna shut up now…."
Hermione, for her part, was staring at Fred with a look of disbelief on her face. "No. you're wrong. I'm not an aunt. I've never been called 'Aunt' in my life. I don't know who you are! I've never met you! You're wrong!"
"Yeah. Like I said. EXTREME STUPIDITY."
"I love you too, Roxanne."
"If you aren't death eaters, then who are you?" Asked Remus.
Teddy turned to his father. He tried to restrain himself from running over to hug him as he tried to decide whether or not to tell the truth. "Well, we aren't from here. Well we are, but at the same time we're not. It's different. For the better and for the worse. I can't tell you where we are from, though." There. That out to confuse them.
But, just his luck, Dumbledore happened to walk in at that moment. "Now, what's going on here? I heard there were some strange people here."
"Well, you see Albus, these kids all showed up here, but they won't tell us where they came from or who they are," Bill informed him.
"That kid over there did tell us a nice riddle, though." Tonks said, jerking her thumb in Teddy's direction.
"Oh, really? I do like a nice riddle once and awhile. What was it, young man?"
"Uh, well it sorta went like… I forgot." He couldn't tell Dumbledore! Harry had told him that Dumbledore had been the best wizard of his time! And great wizards don't have problems figuring out riddles! He would figure it out in no time at all. No, it was best not to be said.
"I'm assured that you haven't forgotten. Now tell me. How did it go?" Dumbledore couldn't see past any lie. It didn't help that Teddy wasn't a good liar.
"Uh, 'well, we aren't from here. Well we are, but at the same time we're not. It's different. For the better and for the worse. I can't tell you where we are from, though.' It wasn't meant to be a riddle, sir. It was just something I made up."
"Ah. I see. Then, assuming I'm correct, some introductions should be made."
"But sir, won't it mess things up?"
"I assure you that we have spells for that. And besides, why not have fun for a day? Learning about the future! Isn't that everyone's dream?"
Gasps were heard around the room. "Albus, you aren't saying… Are they really? It can't be! Is it…?" Mrs. Weasley inquired.
"It is. Now! I suggest we all get comfy and get ready to listen!"
They all trooped into the living room and sat down.
