Potter Time Travel Troubles

Um... Hello?

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    James' body crashed to the ground. He groaned and slowly opened his eyes. immediately, he knew that this was not the Burrow, the place that h knew so well, for one it was musty, kinda grimy, and it smelled like a smoking house elf. He gasped, which made him go into a fit of coughing. The air tasted like moldy, old newspaper. By then he had been making enough noise that two gangly redheads were peering down at him.

    "Hi?" James said/asked. They looked suspiciously at him.

    "Who are you?" one asked. The other just nodded, as if he agreed with the former completely.

    "What are you doing here, and how did you get here?" questioned the redhead who had just been nodding. The one who had asked 'who are you' raised his eyebrows, as if waiting for an answer. This was getting annoying, he needed to know the boys' names.

    "What are your names, I can't keep calling you the redheads, in my head? Wait you both look like my Uncle George..." James babbled.

    "How did you-" one began.

    " Know that?" The other finished.

    " We'll tell you our names if you tell us yours first" the one from the beginning finished.

    "James" the boy said his name.

    " I'm George"

   "And I'm Fred" James gasped, he may not have been the smartest boy, but he knew that his Uncle George used to have a twin who died in the war named Fred. Uncle George didn't talk to anyone in the anniversary of the day, nor did he on his birthday. If Uncle Fred was still alive, that meant...

    "Is your mother here?" The boys nodded, "Can you bring me to her?" The boys again nodded and started walking toward out.

    They had barely reached the door when they heard Molly's  voice echo in the halls "Fred, George get down here now!"

    "Coming mum!" The twins replied in unison. All three boys picked up the pace as they rushed through the long halls, and creaking staircases of the dusty house. They past a hallway of screaming paintings, and arrived at the kitchen. 

    There stood a line of people James knew very well, and they didn't look too happy with him.

    There stood ( from oldest to youngest) Teddy, Victorie, Dominique, Lucy, Roxanne, (who was only older than Fred by five minutes, but liked to wear it out) Fred, Louis, Al, Rose, Hugo, and Lily. "James," Dominique growled, "what did you do?"

    "Wait!"Fred began, " You know-"

    "These people?" George ended.

Done! Molly was at a friend's house that night, so she's not there. Thanks for reading.