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The Order meeting occurring at the dining table of number 12 Grimmauld Place was just drawing to a close, when a loud bang was heard, followed by a flash of bright light and the sound of bodies crashing to the floor.

Almost immediately, the entire Order had their wands out and pointing towards the door, a few members craning their necks to try and peer into the hallway. A short, momentary silence seemed to thicken the air, until painful moans and murmurs echoed into the room.

And then suddenly -

"JAMES POTTER!"

Sirius and Remus jumped, swiftly exchanging shocked glances, eyes wide and jaws dropped. "What the…?"

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL HAVE YOU DONE?"

Snape, Moody and Dumbledore all strode forwards until they were standing in the doorway, and to say that they were mildly shocked at what met their eyes was an understatement.

Picking themselves up from the floor were ten people, the oldest of which seemed to be a young blue-haired man in his mid- twenties, and the youngest seemed to be the small, tanned girl at about fourteen years old. The one currently being yelled at was almost a clone of Harry, however with chocolate-coloured eyes and a slight auburn tint to his messy hair - and the one yelling at him? She made Snape and Dumbledore contract the sudden urge to get back to Hogwarts just to check that Hermione Granger hadn't suddenly dyed her hair red and painted on freckles.

"How could you be so idiotic, James?" the red-haired Hermione yelled, blue eyes flashing dangerously as the tips of her ears began to redden in her fury. "Where are we?"

Cowering, her poor victim whimpered, "I had no idea that the necklace was going to do that Rose!"

Rose (for that seemed to be her name) seemed to swell in fury, before speaking in an eerily calm voice, "James, when a sign says 'Do not touch - dangerous', you do not pick it up and play catch with it!"

By now, the order members were all crowded around the door, open mouthed as they watched this scene. A younger boy, about 16, who was actually a clone of Harry, right down to the last hair follicle, seemed to be trying to get the attention of Rose, whilst Blue-Haired Boy seemed to be trying to calm down a beautiful blonde woman, who also seemed to want to launch herself at James and pound him into a pulp.

A blond boy that looked remarkably like Draco Malfoy was staring around the room in interest, not even batting an eyelid at the screeching witch in the centre.

"Rose," he drawled, interrupting her angry flow of words, "Although your murder of James would be highly amusing to watch, it's not going to help us find out where we are, so calm down."

Rose stopped to take a breath, either to calm herself down or to launch a tirade at the blond boy whilst James took this opportunity to run and hide behind the blue-haired boy, dragging the younger clone of Harry with him. "Eek! Teddy, save me!"

Teddy crossed his arms over his chest, raised an eyebrow at James and then sighed, saying, "James-"

"Oh, are you going to tell me off too?" James interrupted, pouting at the elder boy, before turning to glare at the sniggering Harry Clone next to him.

"No," Teddy rolled his amber eyes, suddenly looking so overwhelmingly Remus-like that Sirius had to blink and rub at his eyes furiously, as though trying to dispel the image. "I was just going to ask if you still had the necklace on you."

"Ah." James replied sheepishly, before rooting around in his pocket and pulling out a delicate golden chain with a dented pendant of a clock hanging from it.

"Ehm, guys," a small redheaded girl began in a slightly shaky voice, wide eyes glued to the group of Order members congregated at the doorway, "I think we have a slight problem."

As one, nine other heads turned towards them and stared unblinkingly for a couple of long seconds, before the Harry Clone broke the acutely uncomfortable silence by uttering, "Holy. Shit."

Almost as though those words had broken a dam, Rose began shouting again, advancing on James like a predator stalking down her prey; the beautiful blonde began to hyperventilate at the sight, causing Teddy to move from shielding James and begin deep breathing exercises with her in order to calm her, ignoring his own stuttering heartbeat; the redheaded girl who had pointed them out was still staring at them whilst the Harry Clone had moved to stand next to her, the protective manner behind his actions clear; a younger version of Ron Weasley was trying (and failing) to stop Rose from committing murder and a tan boy with a glint of mischief in his eyes that reminded the Order of Fred and George (that alone struck terror in their hearts) grabbed the tan girl and pulled out his wand, as though getting ready to defend her.

"Enough!" Dumbledore said, raising his voice and injecting as much power into the word as possible before moving forwards into the room, followed closely by Snape (whose sneer was already fixed in place). "Drop your wands and tell us who you are and where you've come from. Now."

At these words, Teddy slipped his wand into his pocket, raised both hands as though surrendering and cautiously moved to the front of the group. He cleared his throat, shocked, expressive eyes flying from Tonks to Remus and then back again. "Do you… er, do you mind first just telling us the year?"

"What kind of fool question is that?" Alastor Moody growled, stomping into the room and capturing the attention of the teenagers ("Whoa…look at that eye!" "Shut it, Fred!"). "Answer what you've been asked, boy!"

Teddy raised his eyebrow, standing his ground. "Please, just tell us - it'll be easier to answer your questions."

Kingsley stepped forward and replied in his deep, soothing voice, "It's 1995."

"WHAT?" the blonde girl yelped, cheeks reddening as she glared at James, murder in her eyes. Teddy took her hand into his and shook his turquoise head at her. "Teddy. Do you even realise how bad this is?"

"Of course I do!" Teddy exclaimed, shooting her meaningful look before he glanced at Remus and Tonks. The blonde seemed to soften and nodded, allowing Teddy to step forward and speak to Dumbledore without interruption. "We, er, aren't from this time…" he took a deep breath, "We're from the year 2022."

Dumbledore's brow crinkled minutely, ignoring the cries of: "Outrageous!", "They're Death Eaters!" and "That's not even possible!" from the behind him, he hummed, looked into Teddy's eyes and probed gently at his mind.

The blue-haired boy raised his eyebrows at this, knowing exactly what he was doing, and having been trained to resist mental attack by his godfather, dredged up certain memories that he knew would satisfy the headmaster without giving much away about his time. Teddy was five and just about to fall asleep, head nestled into Harry's shoulder and arms wound around his neck as he was carried to his room… the Sorting Hat telling him that GRYFFINDOR! was where belonged… his first ever detention in the second week of school… asking out Victoire in his seventh year… stuttering over his proposal to her and being interrupted halfway through with her lips on his and a loud YES echoing in the air…

After pulling out his the young man's mind, the aged wizard's face split into a wide smile as he turned back to announce to his fellow Order members, "They are telling the truth." Without pausing to allow the group to protest at his words, he ushered everyone back into the kitchen and continued, "Some introductions are in order, don't you think?"

"Spies!"

"But Albus-!"

" Spies!"

"Did you hear, Moony? At least one of them is a Potter! And a James Potter at that!"

"SPIES!"

"Alastor, I assure you, they are anything but spies – please, sit down and allow them to speak." Finally, the entire group of people were gathered around the table, the Order of the Phoenix sitting and the future teenagers standing, looking more than slightly unnerved as they glanced at the kitchen and the other occupants of the room.

"Teddy," Dumbledore began, twinkling his blue eyes at him, "perhaps you would like to go first?"

"OH, hell no!" James interrupted, bounding forwards and grinning around at everyone. "I wanna go first!"

"No!" The tan boy pushed past him, "Me!"

The two boys began to argue with each other, causing the Teddy to strike his forehead with his palm in obvious frustration, lips twitching all the while.

Rolling his eyes, the Harry Clone stepped forward and spoke, raising his voice several notches so that he could be heard over James and the other boy's relentless 'Me!'-'No, me!' business. "Hi everyone! I'm Al Potter – fifth year Gryffindor, seeker on the Quidditch team and-"

"-completely bonkers," the blond boy finished, smirking at the disgruntled expression on Al's face.

"I am not bonkers, you prat!" Al retorted, "You're the one who-"

"Shhhhh!" blondie hushed immediately, flapping his hands at the messy-haired boy, "you promised never to mention that again!"

Al grinned triumphantly at him before turning back to the Order members, taking in the large grins of amusement on Remus, Sirius and Tonk's faces, as well as the ever-present twinkling from one of his namesakes (he ignored the scornful face of one Severus Snape, though). "Anyway, these two idiots next to me are James Potter and Fred Weasley and that moron who interrupted me is Scorpius Malfoy."

"WHAT?"

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