Potter Time Travel Troubles

Magic: The Gathering

Okay, I was initially just going to call it The Gathering, but I couldn't resist. I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters ( nor do I own Magic: the Gathering)

     James rubbed the back of his neck guiltily. "Yeah, about that..." He confessed to the twins, " They're my family."

     "What!" cried Fred/George.

     "Who are you?" the other demanded. James was about to answer when Victorie shot him a glare that was meant to say, 'shut up, doofus' He did.

     Victorie turned to Teddy and mumbled something in his ear. Teddy looked up at the distrustful Molly, "Mrs. Weasley, could you please call an Order of the Phoenix meeting. We need to talk to everyone."

     "Why should we trust you?" Sirius Black disrupted the conversation warily. 

     "Sir, my family and I have no desire to hurt you or anyone here, you can take away our wands away if it will make you feel safer," Victorie tried to reason with the escapee, "Well, for the ones of us who have wands." She added with a glance to the youngest members of their group. Sirius looked hesitant but eventually agreed, he disarmed each and every time-travelers, even the ones far too young to have a wand. During the process Arthur Weasley had gotten in contact with the members of the Order who weren't currently at the residence.

     Everyone filed into the dusty parlor, members of the Order shuffling in at a slow trickle until all who were yet to arrive were those who were escorting Harry to the headquaters from his Aunt and Uncle's home. Suddenly, eight wet and cold wiches and wizards trudged through the door. It was quite a site; a woman with bubblegum pink hair had barely gotten through the door when she knocked over the umbrella stand which caused a painting at the end of the hall to start screaming insults, "Mudbloods! Filthy mudbloods, in my household!" Tonks, the pink-haired lady, rushed to shut it up and struggled with the curtains that had covered the woman in the painting.

     "Rose, what's a mudblood?" Lily asked, pulling on her skirt leg. This startled everyone, as  the room had been silent before (Well, save the angry portrait's cursing) The Advance Guard had not noticed the visitors yet and they all nearly jumped out of their skins.

     "It's a terrible name, Lils. You cannot call anyone it. Ever. It's what some people call those who were born into muggle families and are the first witch or wizard in their families." Rose crouched down explained to her firmly. Lily nodded in understanding.

     "So, was your mommy ever called one?" She asked sadly. Rose just hugged Lily and nodded, trying not to tear up. Everyone else in the room was shocked at the exchange, wondering if this meant that they couldn't be Deatheaters after all. 

     "Who are they?" Alastor Moody looked to Dumbledore in confusion as the eight integrated into the room, leaving Harry's trunks in the foyer. Harry ran over to his friends and gave them all huge hugs, but not before being stopped by Mrs. Wealsey for one of her own. 

     Dumbledore answered, " I believe that they were just about to tell us, Alastor." He looked toward the kids in question. Molly started shooing the children of that time period out of the parlor, as it was an Order meeting. Dumbledore stopped her, "No, Molly. I believe that the children are going to want to hear this." Molly nodded, embarrassed.

 Okay, so I know that I haven't updated in so long, and y'all probably thought that I had given up on this story.  But there's a good reason I randomly updated again. I dropped my phone off the balcony of the second floor of a furniture store today. It was like 20 feet up and on to tile floors. I'm lucky though, only the screen shattered. But it still works! But anyways, I was so bored that I open up my laptop and here we are. Everything you never wanted to know. Thanks for reading! Bye!