Arrivals [Next Generation]

Chapter Four

— Arrivals: Chapter Four —

          DOMINIQUE LOOKED DOWN AT the mirror in her hand, delighted by the fact that she was talking to her uncle, older uncle, while his teenage self was a few feet away from her. She held up the two-way mirror so that everyone could see. "Everyone meet Harry Potter. But like . . fifty-year-old him."

         "Oi," gasped Harry, older Harry, "I'm not that old."

       "Nearly there," Dominique mumbled.

       Harry shook his head at his niece, "Is everyone there with you? Where even is there? Are you alright?"

        "Oh yeah, fine as a twenty-first-century child could be in the twentieth century," Dominique smirked, some of the people around her laughed but the majority of them were too enticed by the two-way mirror to notice her bantering. "Everyone's with me, even Teddy. We're at the Grimmauld Place in 1995, weird, right? I would've suspected them to be in the Forbidden Forest when you—"

       "Yes, I know the story, Dom," older-Harry sighed, "may I speak to my children before Ginny arrives back with 'Mione?"

       Dominique nodded understandably and handed the mirror to Lily, all while dodging James who attempted to take the mirror. Lily smiled, her dimples showing on her freckle-covered cheeks, "Hi dad!"

        "Hullo sweetheart," older-Harry sighed in relief, the past twins snickered at young Harry who blushed at his older-selfs sentimentality. "are you doing alright? Being treated well?"

        "Yep!" Lily smiled, "A few people got mad at the fact Alby and I are Slytherins but I put them in their places, like how you taught me."

       "Suck up," James snickered, Lily kicked him on the shin.

        "That's good," Uncle Harry nodded, "I suppose your brother has a part in this mishap?"

       "That's right!" Rose darkly stated, stomping up to the mirror. "Your son is a bloody buffoon! Right when we found it he was fighting me for it like a hungry wolf."

       "I'd say a lion, but, okay." James murmured, rolling his eyes. Sirius smirked.

       "James, may I speak with you?" Older-Harry asked, his voice strict and unwavering. James bit his lip and took ahold of the mirror, the people in the past watched in curiosity as the arrivals sat in fear—that tone of voice was uncommon for his dad.

       "Hi dad," James waved in a sickly-sweet manner, Lily snickered behind him. Albus was frowning, he wanted to speak to his father.

        "James," Older Harry greeted, younger Harry flinched at himself. "why did you think it'd be a good idea to use a time turner?"

     "I-I dunno," James shrugged, looking away from the mirror guiltily. "to have fun?"

      "Fun," Older Harry laughed, at that Lily stopped snickering and went wide-eyed. That was not good. "Fun, you think using a two-decade-old time turner is fun? Merlin's beard, it's like a bunch of idiots raised you, where do you get this idiocy wrong, hm? Not even the Marauders would do something that stupid."