a/n: Yay, chapter four-ness! I think you'll find this chapter to be pure awesome-ness. I definitely added some father/son sadness into this, even some Harry/Ginny cuteness. I wanted to make them feel OLD. Forever young, right guys?

Disclaimer: I don't own these beautiful, lovely, wonderful, super-mega-foxy-awesome-hot characters. But I do own a poster of them! Go me!

This story is co-written with EnchantedWords17, and this chapter was also written by her.

WHAT HAPPENED LAST:

"You can stay in Sirius' room; I think you'll find it pretty similar too how it was in your time." Hermione said. She pulled out her wand and a lock appeared on the door, "For privacy from these little mischief-makers" She explained fondly before turning and heading down the stairs.

Albus grinned, "Right outside my room" He said happily. He had already started to plan everything he wanted to do with the people he had always wished he knew.

Remus groaned as he checked his watched. Bloody hell, it was bloody seven thirty in the bloody morning and he was bloody awake. It was so bloody unfair! The sandy-haired boy looked around the room, at Sirius, whom was only half on his bed, his head hanging upside down and snoring lightly. Then at James, who was curled up in a ball on top his bed covers, his glasses askew. Shaking his head fondly, Remus rolled out of the bed he was in.

Remus padded barefoot across the bedroom gently, not really caring if he woke the other boys, more concerned about the racket they would cause if they were woken, waking the rest of the residents in the house.

He quietly unlocked, open, closed and re-locked the door before making his way to the bathroom across the hall, still rubbing his eyes blearily. Before he reached the bathroom, however, he began to hear someone talking and he stopped, listening.

"I know Teddy," a female voice said in a slightly exasperated voice. "Okay, well, I don't really know." The voice softened quite a bit. "And I can't say I wish I did know how you felt because I'd be lying." A slight chuckle came, obviously Teddy. "But I do wish you didn't have to feel this way. But there's nothing we can do, so you might as well just try to make the best of it."

Confused, Remus turned the corner of the hall, and stepped into the bathroom, leaning against the frame of the door. Lily was standing in front of the mirror, showered and fully dressed, braiding her long red hair back carefully. Watching her was Teddy, who was sitting on the lip of the tub, his hair still blue –or turquoise.

"Is this a private party or can I join?" Remus asked from where he was standing. Teddy turned suddenly, looking at Remus with an odd expression on his face – it was a mix between joy and confusion. Lily didn't turn, but glanced at him in the mirror.

"Oh good morning Remus," she said, tying the end of her braid tightly. "I was actually just leaving," she turned around, leaning against the counter. "When you're hungry there's food downstairs in the kitchen and if you're going to shower there's extra towels in the closet across the hall. Bye boys," with that and a light wave, the young girl bounced out of the bathroom, her just completed braid whipping out of sight as she turned the corner.

Both Lupin men watched her leave before turning to face each other. Remus, who did not want a long, dragging, awkward moment (not that Teddy did either, mind you), spoke up as soon as son and father glanced at each other.

"Morning Teddy," Remus said.

"Morning Dad," Teddy jumped up from his spot on the bathtub and flattened out the grey, V-neck tee he was wearing. Teddy and Remus were roughly the same height and looked as much as each other as Harry did James, with a few noticeable differences here and there (namely the hair).

Remus stared at his offspring, a completely blank look on his face for a few moments. Teddy was starting to get unnerved by the staring until Remus finally said something. "It is so weird to have someone call me Dad. You have no idea," he shook his head, sounding oddly awed.

Teddy laughed. "You don't know how weird it is seeing you," Teddy replied. "This young." He made sure to add.

Remus groaned and covered his face with his hands, muttering into them, "I forgot I get old in the future." The werewolf moaned.

"Sorry, but it's inevitable," Teddy said. "Don't mention getting old to Sirius though. You might confuse the poor chap."

Remus laughed, "You know what, kid? I think I like you. Although, since I'm your father, I guess I kind of have to."

Remus had no idea, but at this, Teddy's chest swelled with genuine happiness and pride. He smiled at his dad. "Eh, I kind of like you too," Teddy shrugged jokingly, still smiling; a hint that what was previously said meant more than the world to him. "I'm going to go eat something. Are you coming?"

Remus nodded. "You go down I'll go get the others."

Teddy nodded and went down the stairs, practically skipping.

Meanwhile, in his room, Albus was sitting on his bed, talking to James II, who was sitting at Albus' desk. Both spoke in hushed whispers, not wanting to wake anyone up with their, erm… planning.

"I still think we should go with the jelly though!" James Sirius argued. Albus sighed.

"And I'm still saying it won't work the same as the potion would!" Albus whisper-yelled.

"I bet it would!" James II said.

"No, it wouldn't!"

"Yes, it would!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"NO!"

"YES!"

By this point the boys had forgotten where they were and what time it was, and were both shouting at each other.

"BOYS SHUT UP!" Harry roared from his bedroom. The brothers jumped, and grinned at one another sheepishly.

"Opps," James II said.

"No kidding," Albus laughed. "OK, so we're going to use the potion, that's settled, now –"

"Jelly," James II coughed into his fist, making Albus glare at him. "Fine," James II sighed. "We'll use the stupid bloody potion."

Albus beamed, looking rather proud with himself.

"Okay, so now that that is settled, and I'm right – as usual – we should probably figure out how we're going to prank them without them noticing… I think that we should do it when we're having dinner, perhaps, and you excuse yourself first, and later on I do the same. Or maybe it would be easier if we got Lils, James and Teddy to play a game of Quidditch with them, and we can both make up an excuse and leave," Albus pondered

"I think the Quidditch idea is better and I can say that… I have a date with Juliet and you… have a book to read," James II suggested, shrugging.

"Yes, because, I, the greatest seeker since Dad, would pass up a game of Quidditch to read a book," Albus said sarcastically.

"You are so humble Al," James II snorted.

"Well, I learned from the best, didn't I?" Albus shot back.

"Alright," James II re-thought. "Why don't we invite Rose and Hugo over and you and Hugo can skip the Quidditch game together, so no one really questions it?"

"James that is so –wait… that might actually work…" he pondered.

"See, I can come up with good ideas too!" James II puffed out his chest.

"Yes; every once in a blue moon!"

"Or a full moon," both brothers turned sharply to see Remus standing in the doorway. "I came to wake you up Albus, but clearly I'm not needed here. The rest of us are going to have breakfast, if you're hungry."

"Sure, we'll be down in a minute," Albus got to his feet, pulling jeans out of the drawer next to his bed. Remus nodded and left.

James II whistled lowly. "That was close," he observed.

"I wondered how much he heard…" Albus stripped off his grey plaid pyjama bottoms and buttoned up his jeans.

"Don't worry Al, if he heard anything I doubt he would have known what we were talking about. And if he did, don't you think he would have asked what we were talking about?" James II reassured him.

"I guess so," Albus tried to flatten out his unruly dark locks, but gave up almost as soon as he started.

"I'm going to go get dressed," James II said, standing up and stretching. "See you downstairs."

Remus sighed, glaring at Sirius' and James' still sleeping forms. He had shaken them, pushed them and yelled at them, but they still refused to wake. Frustrated, he kicked Sirius in the gut, but Sirius only winced in his sleep, rolled over and continued to sleep.

"Wake up," he begged, but neither heard. He pulled out his wand, gave a sharp flick and thought hard 'Levicourpus!' James gave a strangled cry, Sirius only blinked blearily, his face going slowly red as all his blood rushed to his head.

"Finally," Remus rejoiced. "I've been trying to wake you two for forever."

"Well, we're awake, can you let us down?" James begged his face the color of Ginny's hair.

"Well…" Remus pretended to think about it.

"I don't think you should," Harry said from the doorway. He took in the scene, his father and godfather hanging upside down in the air, his old Professor twirling his wand in his finger. "They look better like this."

"Hey!" Sirius pouted, folding his arms across his chest.

"Wow," James shook his head. "Wow, Harry. You'd do this to your own father. Oh, I've taught you so well," James pretended to wipe a tear from his eye.

"Morning Dad," Al walked into the room. "What did you do?"

"It wasn't me!" Harry insisted, throwing his arm around his youngest son.

"Mum says it's always your fault," Albus argued.

"It was him," Sirius pointed an accusing finger at Remus, who tried to look innocent (but failed) while James nodded his head vigorously.

Albus shrugged, "I still think it was Dad," he told them, turning on a heel and leaving.

Harry shook his head as he watched his son leave. Then he turned back to the Marauders. "You probably should let them down, though. They'll probably hate you forever if they miss breakfast."

Remus sighed and flicked his wand at Sirius and Remus. Both tumbled to the floor, hitting it with a resounding crash, rising to their feet swearing. Only Remus noticed Harry, who was pulling on the edge of his collar and occasionally running a hand through his hair – the same thing James did when he was nervous.

Harry gulped before he asked the question he was dying to know. "So… where's Peter?" he tried to sound casual.

Sirius piped up first. "He wasn't there when we dropped the potion. I wonder if time has passed in the future too," he pondered.

Harry shrugged. "If you're going to ask anyone about that, I'd ask Hermione," he called over his shoulder as he left the room.

When Harry reached the kitchen, Teddy, Lily, James, Albus and Ginny were already down there. He kissed Ginny lightly, ruffled James' hair and pulled out the chair between his daughter and godson.

"What were you screaming about this morning boys?" Harry asked his sons, who immediately tried to look innocent.

"Nothing," they said at the same time, avoiding their fathers gaze.

"You sure about that James, Al? I don't think it sounded like nothing," Ginny asked from the stove. Harry pushed back his chair and grabbed the plates, forks and knives and placed them in front of everyone.

They both nodded their heads, looking down at their plates and occasionally stealing a glance at each other. Their mother sighed, rolled her eyes but let it go. There was usually no point in arguing with James, he was too damn stubborn like his mother, and Al was too good at changing the subject and using flip answers.

"Where'd Remus, Sirius and James get off to?" Ginny asked, waving her wand to put the food on the table. She sat down next to her eldest son.

"They're upstairs," Al answered before Harry could. "Remus was er… waking them up."

There was a moment of silence when everyone piled as much food as they could onto their plates, then the chatter resumed itself. Harry was talking to Lily when the Marauders walked down the stairs.

"Nice hair Sirius," Lily said immediately on cue when the boys walked down.

The dark-haired boy clutched his locks. "Merlin's pants, I haven't done my hair yet!" he threw himself into the chair next to Lily, while James and Remus took their seats a little more calmly. "How bad does it look? How bad does it look?" Sirius was nearly on the poor girls lap, shaking her, begging for an answer.

"It looks awful," Lily giggled, pushing him off her. "I should buy you a mirror for your birthday."

"No, please!" James jumped. "Don't buy him a mirror, he has too many!"

"We think he's narcissist," Remus nodded. (A/N: Look it up!)

Lily frowned. "Maybe I'll just buy him some new hair for his birthday," she thought out loud, looking at Sirius' hair again.

"Shut up," he muttered, shoving a forkful of eggs into his mouth.

"Don't count on it," James II, Albus and Teddy said under their breaths while their sister glared at them.

While the kids were outside playing a game of Quidditch, Harry and Ginny called Hermione and Ron over again. Hugo and Rose came too, and were immediately excused. Once they were gone the four sat at the kitchen table, discussing in whispers the best form of action.

"Well, we can't really do anything until we found a counter-potion," Ron pointed out.

"Ron has a point," Harry whispered. "I think we should go talk to McGonagall, or Kingsley, see what they think." Next to him, Hermione nodded.

"I can go talk to Professor McGonagall today and one of you three should go talk to Kingsley tomorrow," Hermione said, glancing over her shoulder at the back door again.

"I'll go talk to Kingsley," Ginny volunteered. "I have to go into the Ministry anyway. What should we do with the kids while we're gone? I hardly trust James, Al, Lily and Teddy home alone, there's no way we're going to leave the Marauders here as well. They'll blow up the place!"

"I'll ask mum if she can take them," Ron said, standing. "Mind you, she hasn't had that many kids around since we were still at school."

"Will you come over for dinner?" Ginny asked, grabbing their coats.

"If we can," Hermione nodded. "Bye Harry, Ginny!"

The rest of them said their goodbyes as well, and Hermione and Ron left, hand in hand, disappearing with a crack outside.

Ginny glanced at her watch. "We should probably drag the kids inside for lunch."

Harry smiled at his wife, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her head. "We can hardly call them kids anymore, can we? James is eighteen, Teddy is twenty-one and even Al is sixteen! At least Lily's still young."

Ginny snorted. "I'll still be calling them kids when they're married with their own children. Now come on, their probably starving but unwilling to admit so because their playing Quidditch."

"You would've done the same," Harry called to her retreating back.

Ginny turned and smiled, leaning against a door frame. "Yes," she said. "I suppose I would have."

"You guys are going to your grandparents tomorrow, is that okay?" Ginny had asked them. There was no protesting (everyone loved Grandma and Grandpa Weasely), but a bit of confusion.

"Why?" James II asked. "We're hardly kids anymore."

"No, but you're still my kids," Ginny argued. "And we don't trust you, especially with Remus, Sirius and James here, not to blow up the house while we're out today. We'll try to come get you around dinner though."

Everyone nodded, and slowly, one by one began to disappear from the room until only Teddy and Harry were left in it.

"It's weird isn't it?" Harry asked after a long, but not uncomfortable silence.

Teddy, who knew exactly what he was talking about, nodded. "Weird? Try bloody insanity, mixed with some happiness and awkwardness. And while you're at it, you might as well throw depressing in there too."

Harry laughed. "I know. And we're older than them too!"

Teddy shook his head. "Imagine trying to explain that to someone. That your dad is younger than you."

Harry began to absentmindedly hum the song he remembered from living with the Dursely's: 'I'm my own Grandpa.' "Imagine trying to explain to someone that your supposed long-dead father was alive again, and still in school, not to mention." He said, some bitterness obvious in his voice.

Teddy sighed. "So what's the plan? Do we know how to send them back yet?"

"We're trying to find the original potion, then the counter-potion. If we can't do that by the time summer break is over though, I think they're going to go to Hogwarts anyway, under disguise of course. And we'd have to erase their memories at the end of it."

"I kind of wish I was going back to Hogwarts this year," Teddy gazed out the window beside him.

"Me too and I bet James wishes he was going back also, but I'd feel bad for McGonagall; having to deal with the Weasely/Potter's and the Marauders. It'll be a fun year for her," Harry shook his head wistfully.

"Very true, I wouldn't be surprised if she quit by the end of the year."

Harry looked down at his watch that had once been Fabian Prewet's. He sighed, standing up. "I have to get back to the office Teddy. See you at dinner," he kissed the top of his godson's head and left him to his own thoughts.

On his way out of the house, Harry ran into James, who was standing in the hall, hands in his pockets and staring at the pictures on the walls. He didn't turn when Harry walked in, but started speaking all the same.

"I think all this must be the weirdest thing that's happened to me since Sirius dared me to serenade Dumbledore during dinner," James shuddered, still not looking around. "Actually, that was more mortifying and hilarious, but it was still pretty weird."

"What did Dumbledore do?" Harry chuckled, going to stand beside his dad and looked up at all the pictures too.

"He just sat there; he looked stunned at first but then he found it funny. It was certainly a better reaction then when Sirius asked out McGonagall. She flipped on him, giving him detentions and lecturing him… but the funny thing was she was blushing like mad the entire time," James laughed, finally turning to get a good look at his son.

"Do you have a girlfriend back in your time right now?" Harry asked, looking at the picture of a newborn Teddy and Remus.

James looked at Harry as if he was insane and shook his head. "I'm guessing Lily Evans is your mother right? You have your eyes and even named your daughter Lily. And if not, this is really awkward. But I haven't dated anyone since fifth year, I've been too busy trying to get her to go out with me."

"Here's a tip: stop acting like a prat and try being her friend," Harry told James, picking up the picture the time-traveler hadn't noticed yet –the picture of Lily and James' wedding day. He handed James the picture, who looked at it in awe. "She comes through eventually."

James shook his head. "But I've stopped acting like a prat and we are friends but I still don't think she likes me! I don't know what to do anymore!"

"Girls are odd creatures. She probably does like you even know and she just won't say anything about it. That's all I know, you should really go to a girl for better advice, perhaps Hermione, Ginny or Mrs. Weasely," Harry watched his dad set down the picture.

"Tell me about it, if there is any creation stranger than a women, then I'll be damned. Hey, speaking of people from my time, why'd you name your son after Snape? He called your Lily a Mu – a you-know-what, you know!"

Harry nodded, and cast his scrutinizing gaze on James. "I know what he said… and he's not as bad as he seems. A story for another time, I think. And if you want to meet a, er… strange creation, we should invite our friend Luna over sometime."

James opened his mouth to protest, but Harry cut him off. "No, really, it is a story for another time. I have to get back to work."

"Alright, bye," James waved, frowning slightly.

Harry opened the front door, facing James and smiling. "Bye dad," he said.

a/n: Woah, almost four thousand! (3,430 words, without the author notes!) I'm feeling very proud of myself, so I will be going to reward myself with some raspberry ice cream (Yum!) Bye!

-EnchantedWords17