Dumbledore looked around the room. Lupin was looking at his son with an odd expression on his face, unlike Tonks, whose hair had been through pretty much every vibrant colour, ever since hearing about her offspring. Sirius was clearly happier than he had been in months, looking between James and Teddy. Molly seemed to be bursting to talk to her grandchildren. He looked at his fellow teachers. Severus was glaring openly at James, who, despite not showing it physically, mentally was extremely alike the first James Potter, Severus tormentor.

It was Minerva who expressed herself to him, in a low voice, "Albus, I, for one, would like to go and congratulate Remus and Nymphadora. Perhaps we should all take a few moments to converse among ourselves?"

He smiled and nodded at her suggestion, before rising and speaking clearly to the room, "Now that we have introductions out of the way, why don't we all take some time to talk between ourselves, before we discuss what has brought you here and how we can help?"

Almost everyone immediately nodded enthusiastically. Some of the Order members wanted some time to discuss what they had learned so far while others wanted to meet the children. Severus and Moody sent his dirty glares, both wanting to get it over with as soon as possible. In their opinion, Albus was taking too much joy in the situation.

"Well then, please take the time until dinner and we can continue afterwards." The headmaster suggested.

Again, they all acquiesced and suddenly there was noise everywhere of people moving around. Almost everyone went to Remus and Tonks, in order to congratulate them, before anything else.

The table cleared. After the Order members got up, so did the time-travelers: James, Fred and Louis went to meet with Sirius, Dom went to Teddy and Lily and Rose parted slightly, and had gone to talk in a more secluded corner.

"Let's get out of here." Lys muttered to his twin, Al and Scorpius. Unnoticeably, they left the kitchen and travelled to the upstairs level, quietly, remembering the screeching portrait of Sirius's mother.

7pm - Second floor, Bedroom

The floor was as deserted as the first, apart from the kitchen, of course. They quickly entered a room, occupied only by two single beds, side by side, a huge, sad wardrobe, which took over the entire wall opposed to the beds and an old wood desk, which appeared to have been caressely tossed into one side of the room.. Al could only hazard a guess at how much work his dad and uncles had put into turning this house into Teddy's current one.

They settled into the room, as comfortably as possible, in a room as uninviting as that. Lys and Lorc sat on one of the beds, while Al lounged on the other one, leaving Scorpius to sit by the end of it.

"So…" Started Lorc. "That was a huge disaster."

Scorpius snorted, running a hand through his short, blond hair.

"To some of us, anyway." He said. "It's refreshing to know that prejudices never change."

"I knew Sirius was never the most open-minded person but dad never said he was this bad…" Muttered Al.

"Well," Started Lorc. "He was his deceased godfather… you couldn't expect him to tell you all the bad things about him, could you?"

Al simply shrugged and said, "Doesn't matter, we just have to search our way out of this, it's not like they will remember anything, anyway."

"I don't know Al." Said Scorpius, hesitatingly. "Maybe this isn't so bad."

"You mean being hated by the Order of the Phoenix?"

"No, I mean… this is a great opportunity. Look at your brother, he gets to know the Marauder's. And Teddy gets to meet his parents." Scorpius explained. "And you get to talk, in person, to Dumbledore."

Al frowned and said, "Why would I want that? Or Teddy, or James? It'll just make it hurt more when we leave."

"Or, you can make some memories with these people, enjoy while we're here. And even if it hurts leaving, it'll be better than constantly wondering what it would have been like if you gave it a chance, and got to know them." Said Lysandre, his voice solemn.

Al opened his mouth to answer but was interrupted by three knocks on the door. They all exchanged looks before Lorcan shrugged and called out for the person to enter.

The door opened and Albus Dumbledore walked through, smiling kindly at the boys, his eyes stalling a little on Al.

7pm - Kitchen

As soon as Dumbledore had finished talking, members of the Order got up and went to Remus and Tonks.

Sirius was already there and quickly hugged his glowing cousin and Remus afterwards, clapping him on the back and quietly saying in his ear, "Don't freak out, Moony." Next came the Weasleys, McGonagall, Dumbledore, Moody and Kingsley. Kingsley congratulated them both, before turning and striking a conversation with Snape, who had been watching the commotions with an almighty glare.

Dumbledore and McGonagall quickly said their part, smiling happily at the not yet founded couple. Their thoughts were the same: if anyone deserved a normal, happy life, was Remus. Moody, on the other hand, congratulated Tonks on her son, before directing a much harder stare at Remus. It was no secret that ever since joining the Aurors, Tonks had become his protégé, and thusly, he was quite protective of her.

"I hope you take good care of her Lupin." He said, shaking the still dumbfounded werewolf's hand much harder than needed.

Molly was clearly ecstatic, pulling them both into a bear hug and crying about how happy and proud they must be of their son, who was clearly a good boy.

Tonks nodded and smiled politely, while chancing a sideways look at Remus, the man had a hard expression on his face, and his amber eyes glowed with something she didn't understand. She was distracted from her observations as Dumbledore cleared his throat.

The man had his eyes fixed on Remus, clearly understanding the metamorphmagus predicament, as he said, "Why don't you take some much deserved time away from the rest of us and retreat to the drawing room to have a chat? Maybe take your son with you and get to know each other better… within boundaries."

Tonks said nothing but her eyes expressed her obvious gratitude to the Hogwarts Headmaster. Seeing as Remus wouldn't make the first move, she sighed and gently pressed a hand to his back, urging him to move and murmuring, "C'mon." She briefly stopped on her way, in front of Teddy, who was leaning on one wall of the kitchen, talking to Dom. He stopped as he saw his parents approaching and pushed himself into a fully standing position.

"Teddy." Tonks called, slightly nervous.

"Yes?"

"Would you come and talk with us for a bit?"

The boy stopped and considered both of his parents, before nodding. "I will meet you in the drawing room in a couple of minutes, alright?"

Tonks smiled at him, her hair turning blue for just some seconds to match his and left, dragging Remus by the wrist.

"Great." Teddy turned to Dom, sighing. "What am I supposed to do now?"

"How about you try and get to know them? Enjoy the time you have with them, albeit limited?" The girl suggested.

"How do I get to know them? I can't just start asking stuff, they'll find it weird that I'm talking to them as if I never knew them." He said.

"Teddy, be that as it may, we can't leave things like this. We have altered the future just by traveling through time. Chances are, we'll have to erase their memory if and when we find a way to go back. So, the only thing I can tell you, is make the best of the time you have. A lot of people would give everything to be in your shoes, even Uncle Harry, and you know it."

Teddy considered her words and nodded, smiling at the girl.

"Thanks." He said, hugging her. "Now, if you excuse me, I have a very difficult conversation to attend."

He left Dom, who joined James and the others and moved to the kitchen door. As we was walking by, he passed through Rose and Lily, who were talking quietly. Lily seemed extremely upset. He stared and was starting to make his way to them, in order to console his god sister, before he saw Rose shaking her head negatively in his way, indicating that he should go. He hesitated, but finally nodded and kept walking to his destination, leaving Rose to fix the issue by herself.

"Lily…" Rose said, gently pulling her cousin to a few disregarded chairs, near the wall where they were standing. "It'll be okay, we'll find our way back!"

"You don't know that." The smaller girl said quietly, clearly fighting off tears.

"I can't believe you're being like this!" Rose exclaimed, punching her cousin jokingly on the shoulder. "You, who never back down from an adventure! And this is surely the biggest one any of us have ever been in! Can you imagine how mad Hugo, Roxy, Lucy, Molly and Vic will be because they couldn't be here with us?"

"And I can't believe you, of all people, are calling this an adventure." Lily said, much more amused, grinning at Rose.

"Well, now that I've managed to cheer you up, I have to be honest. I'm not a big fan of this. And I will be killing your brother once we get back to our time."

Lily laughed before sobering up a little.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to add even more to this situation by being a total pain about this." She said. "It's just, we just got here and things are already going wrong. And Al is hurt because of them. And we'll probably have to answer about the war and tell them who died. And we're nowhere near of finding a way to go back to our time… and to my parents."

Rose paused. She couldn't really blame Lily for feeling all of this. It was true, things hadn't been good, so far. And she hoped that James could put some sense into Sirius, because none of them would be able to hold back much longer if the man kept attacking Al and Scorpius like that.

Lily was so lively and brave on most situations, so she and the others sometimes forgot that the girl was just 12 years old and this wasn't a situation where any 14 year olds, such as her should be in, never mind a 12 year old, despite how mature she could act.

"No one faults you for feeling this way, Lil." Rose assured her. "We won't let Al be mistreated again. And remember that he said he may know something about our situation? Even if it's not clear to him yet, you know that if someone can figure it out it will be him. You'll see, we'll be back in our time, listening to a lecture by grandma in no time, okay?"

Lily stared at her for a few moments, before suddenly grinning and nodding, every trace of distress vanishing as if they were never there, making Rose laugh fondly at her cousin.

"C'mon, let's go and see what the boys are up to."

They got up and returned to the big table, where many people had chosen to sit again. James, Fred and Louis were, not to their surprise, in the middle of everything, clearly the center of attention, sitting on the top of the hard surface. Sitting on the chairs, near them, were Sirius, Dom, Mad-Eye and the Hogwarts teachers, minus Snape, who was still talking to Kingsley, now joined by Arthur. Molly was already cooking dinner, as it was nearing 7:15pm.

The troublemakers were exchanging stories while the teachers and Moody talked quietly. As the girls approached, Dom was delighted.

"Oh finally, you came to save me!" She cried.

The attention turned to them as they laughed and settled between the others.

"Excuse me!" Called James, outraged. "You should feel blessed for getting to hear our discussion. A lot of people think anyone can prank another. But not true! It's an art. It involves wittiness, thinking and… you know, stuff."

"Three more troublemakers in our hands, it appears, Minerva." Dumbledore said quietly to her Deputy, observing the children antics, amused. The woman did nothing but sigh, resignedly.

"I see." Said Dom. "So, I'm guessing, Louis does the thinking, Fred the wittiness, and you the, you know, stuff?"

The others laughed, but James merely bent down and said, "You better watch that attitude, one of these days, you'll find yourself with 68 years of age, and the number of cats to match it." Dom pulled a face at him and he hopped off the table.

"Hi, Minnie." The boy said, sitting down next to her. Dumbledore looked on, chuckling and ignoring the glare Minerva sent to him, before redirecting it to the boy next to her.

"Do I really let you call me that in the future?" She asked, although she was fairly certain that would not be the case.

"You know what? For the sake of fun, let's say you do."

"I thought so." She said.

"So, anyway, I was thinking…"

"Careful, don't hurt yourself." Dom interrupted, before returning to her conversation with Sirius, ignoring the look sent at her.

"As I was saying, I was thinking…" He restarted. "Do you think that, in the future, when I accidentally set fire to your desk you could be a bit more… understanding?"

"Excuse me?!" She shouted, indignantly.

"Never mind, just checking." Lily and Rose laughed with Dumbledore, while Moody snorted.

James checked that Sirius was being entertained by Dom before asking the girls, "Where's Al?"

"Somewhere with Lorcan and Lys." Answered Lily.

"Is he okay?" Asked Fred, worried.

"I think so, or at least I think he will be, if you can keep Sirius from turning on him for something as stupid as his Hogwart's house." Said Rose.

The boys nodded, sparing a glance at Sirius, who was laughing at something Dom had said. James then turned his eyes to Dumbledore, with something akin to expectance.

Dumbledore had been listening to the conversation intently but was confused at James's stare, and answered it with an inquiring one of his own.

"Maybe you should go and check on my brother, sir?" James suggested, although it sounded more like a plea.

The old wizard was even more confused by this, but he had wanted to meet the boy and talk to him, especially after what had happened with Sirius. He didn't know exactly why, perhaps was the fact of the shared named that created some sort of familiarity, or perhaps was the fact that the boy looked so much like Harry, which was drawing him to him. He just knew that he had wanted to comfort the child when he had been mistreated with no reason, and he still wanted. So he smiled at James and stood up, excusing himself and making his way upstairs.

7:07pm - Drawing room

"Alright, Remus, spill." Tonks said, turning to him as soon as the door was closed. "Why do you look so upset?"

"What do you mean, why do I look so upset?!" He cried, balling his fists tightly. "We have a child together at some point in our lives! Why don't you look more upset?!"

"Are you kidding me? I don't think I've ever been this happy!"

"Tonks… Dora… I'm a werewolf, I can't have children." Lupin said, bitterly.

"Well, clearly you end up changing your mind sometime in the future, because about to enter through the door is your son. Our son, Remus." She said, her eyes shining madly, as she took a couple steps forward, gently pressing her hands against Lupin's chest.

Amber eyes softened. He took her hands and stared at her with such indescribable emotion that she was tempted to look away. She didn't.

"What if he's like me?" He whispered, as if scared that saying the word aloud would make them true.

Tonks didn't bat an eye, she immediately responded, "Then we'll be there to help him, support him and love him, Remus. Just as I'll always do for you."

"I'm too old for you, too poor…"

"I'll stop you right there." She interrupted, dropping her hands and taking a step back, setting a hard glare on him. "You know full well that age is relative in the magical world. You are 13 years older than I am, there have been much greater age gaps between couples. I'm a grown woman, who can make her own choices and I don't approve of you trying to make them for me, nor do I approve of you taking me for someone who cares more for gold than for happiness, love and a family."

"That's not what I meant!" He blurt out.

"No, well, that's what you said."

The man's excuses were cut short by a knock on the door.

"Yes?" Tonks called.

Teddy walked in, smiled at his mother and gave a much more tentative smile at his dad. He knew, from what Harry had told him, that his dad had had a hard time accepting his mother and the pregnancy as well, due to his "furry little problem".

Tonks grinned at the boy and even Remus couldn't help returning the smile with one as hesitant as the one he received.

Teddy signaled for the couches and chairs and his parents nodded in response. They each took their places, Teddy and Tonks sitting side by side on the couch and Lupin taking a chair, in front of them.

They stayed in silence for several moments. None of them really knew how to act in this situation and, to be fair, who would?! However, Teddy gathered all his courage and addressed something he knew to be an immediate problem to his dad.

He cleared his throat and said, "I just want to start this by saying that I'm not a werewolf." He directed the statement fully at his father and could see that, as the words settled in, so this much of the panic in the man's eyes. "Although, I do get extremely moody when it's close to full moon and I do prefer my meat red."

Tonks laughed and Lupin couldn't seem to hold his chuckle, although his seemed to hold relief as well as amusement.

"Can you tell us about yourself?" Tonks asked, her demeanor much more relaxed now that Remus seemed to have come to terms with his feelings for Teddy; he was looking at the boy with as much curiosity as she was, so that was something, she supposed.

"Sure." He smiled. "Let's see. You already know I was a Gryffindor and now I'm an Auror, graduated from the Academy last year. I started academy one year after I graduated from Hogwarts, as I had wanted to travel and rest some, before going into intensive training. I was Prefect, as well as Head Boy, though I caused my part of mischief. I never played Quidditch, in fact I'm pretty awful at it and I prefer to have my feet set on the ground. I have a girlfriend, who happens to be Bill's oldest daughter, her name is Victoire. I don't really know what else to tell you…"

"Do you have any siblings?" Teddy was surprised when it was his dad who asked this, and it was with a heavy heart that he answered softly in the negative.

Tonks didn't seem to come up with anything and, to be quite honest, she very much wanted an answer to a certain question, so she decided to ask it, "Are we good parents?"

Teddy said nothing. He was uncertain of what to do, to tell his own parents that they didn't live long enough to even celebrate his first anniversary, or to lie to them and keep the lie for as long as their staying was. The former seemed the most sensible and yet, he knew it would hurt, to see their faces, and just when his dad seemed to be accepting him. But then again, for the latter, it seemed incredibly hard to keep a lie such as this for what could very well be an extended period. Not only that but the others would have to play along with it, and he would have to act as though he actually knew his parents and as if he wasn't in awe everytime he looked at them.

On the other hand, telling them of their future death could have huge altercations, they could decide to try and change it, and while we would love to have his parents with him, he knew he would be risking everything should that happen.

"Teddy?" He heard his mum calling, gently. He had to tell the truth, he couldn't lie to them. He could barely talk to them without stuttering. And, anyway, he'd never been very good at lying, his hair had even betrayed his, sometimes, by turning into a shade of blushing red.

He sighed, how the hell was he going to do this?

7:20pm - Second floor, Bedroom

Dumbledore went in the direction of the voices. He knocked and waited for permission to enter, which was quickly granted.

He entered the bedroom and let his eyes travel around, letting them rest for more than a moment on the boy who shared his name. Smiling, he watched as the boys changed looks between them.

"I'm terribly sorry for interrupting." He said, clasping his hands behind his midnight blue cloak. "I was hoping to catch a word in private with Mr. Potter, but if it is inconvenient, I shall return at a later time."

They said nothing but their eyes moved to Al, who had been watching the wizard talk, with a guarded expression. As he stared at his friends, he knew they were asking for his permission to leave or if he'd rather the headmaster to do so. Finally faced with the choice, he couldn't imagine himself turning down the man as he'd wanted to in the first place, so he finally nodded at his friends.

"Sure, Professor, he's all yours." Lorcan said. And together with his twin, he left, merely nodding in response to Dumbledore as he said, "Thank you, Mr. Scamander."

Only Dumbledore, Al and Scorpius remained now. The old wizard was about to ask the blond if he'd want to stay for the conversation when Al pronounced himself, amused, "You don't have to stay, you know? I'll let you know if I need rescuing." And he sat up and gently touched the other boy's arm.

"Are you sure?" Scorpius asked, hesitantly.

Al merely nodded and smiled at him. Scorpius allowed his lips to quirk up long enough for only Al to see and briefly put his hand on the other's knee, before standing up and saying, "I'll be outside."

"You really don't…"

"I know. The world doesn't spin around you." The boy said rolling his eyes, but with an amusement twinkle going off in them. "But I'd rather not to go back to that kitchen alone, thank you very much. They'll eat me alive."

Al smirked and merely said, "Alright, then."

Scorpius went to the door after nodding to the Headmaster, and closed it behind him.

Finally, there were only Albus and Al in the room. They stayed in silence for a long time, neither really knowing what to say.

On one hand, Al was extremely nervous. He had never had an actual face-to-face conversation with the man before, and he was fearful. Even though he had never met him, he had talked to him innumerous times through his portrait, and he was more than fond of the wizard and he knew that, should they had had the same conversations while Dumbledore was still alive, he would be fond of him in return too, at least he liked to think so. Well, to be fair, the portrait had expressed his fondness. There were only a few portraits, mainly those who held prestigious people, or those who had been dearly paid for, that could hold true emotions. And the portrait he had talked to so many times was one of those. So, that being said, he was afraid that perhaps this Dumbledore, who was, in a way, the real Dumbledore, wouldn't like him. Especially with what had happened downstairs.

On the other hand, the powerful wizard who stood in front of the child was nervous as well. But, unlike Al, he didn't quite understand the reasoning behind his nerves. He knew that he had been drawn to the kid from the moment he laid eyes on him, probably because he was so like his father, who was, known by all, something akin to his protégé. The second thing which had drawn him, perhaps not so much for the boy but for Harry, was the child's name. It truly was an incredible honor to have Harry name his second born after him. And finally, the last thing that had attracted his attention in the boy was the boy himself. The way he acted, talked. He had always prided himself on being able to read someone's intentions, even without the help of Legilimency. He had watched him, as well as the other travelers for any sign of lies or evilness. He had found none, not to his surprise. But even with so little contact, it had been enough to understand their characters, although he couldn't help focusing more on the boy in front of him. Again, he had found his to be so like his father. Kind, supportive, wanting to stand for what is right, no matter what. And yet, he was also different… how very intriguing. Not only that, but he had seen the boy avoiding his eyes more than once, or caught him staring just to turn his eyes away once he was caught. That led Dumbledore to believe that somehow, there was a story between them. And from the signs, it wasn't necessarily a good one, which made him want to get to know Al more, and understand what had happened and how he could fix it.

Well, he was the adult, so he should be the one starting, Dumbledore decided. But before he could, Al spoke.

"Hi."

Albus smiled at the boy and inclined his head in his direction. "Hello. May I sit?"

Al nodded and the headmaster took a seat in the bed across, so they were sitting face to face.

"Thank you, for agreeing to talk to me, I have been looking forward to this."

"Why?" Al asked, confused. He forced himself to meet the man's eyes. The eyes of the man whose body was "currently", lying in the grounds of the school he had devoted his life to. This was… weird, to say the least.

"Well, I can't help but think that we have some type of history, perhaps? I seem to make you uncomfortable. So, of course, I was curious and anxious to fix it, if I can." Dumbledore explained. "And also… I already had a wish to get to know you, if I'm being completely honest."

"Because I'm Harry Potter's son or because I'm named after you?" Al asked, choosing to ignore the first part of what the man said.

"I believe both…" Dumbledore admitted, smiling and staring at him from above his half-moon glasses. "But also none."

Al couldn't help his eye-roll, as he looked at Dumbledore, and asked, amused, "You haven't changed much, have you?"

The man chuckled and answered, "I don't think I ever could, my boy."

"Good."

Dumbledore smiled.

"Will you tell me what seems to be afflicting you?" He asked.

"I'm not sure I can. I don't know how many revelations we can make before time-space continuity is actually disrupted." Said Al. "And, to be fair, we have made some pretty big revelations."

"Well, not to brag myself, but I am a fairly trained and, admittedly, one of the wisest wizards currently alive. I find myself more than capable to come up with something that will not allow that to happen. I will even subject us all to Obliviation, if I can put your mind to rest, right now."

Al laughed, the man really hadn't changed at all. Now, how was he to say this?

"We know each other, in my time." He started. "But not exactly how you would think…"

Dumbledore said nothing, simply stared at the boy, silently waiting for him to continue. Al sighed and gave up on maintaining eye contact, finally looking down at his hands, his heart constricting painfully.

"I know you because of your portrait."

"I see." The man said, seemingly deep in thought. "Although, I have to say, we seem to be more familiar than the mere occasional chat in the, what I assume, is in your time, the headmistress office. Not that I am underrating your ability to cause trouble that will have you landed in Minerva's office, of course."

"Well, no, I met you through that portrait but we have become… closer, through a different one."

Dumbledore opened his mouth to enquire further, but was cut short as a misty leopard showed up, carrying James's voice with it, "Dinner's ready, you have 2 minutes before we start without you."

"Charming." Al mumbled under his breath.

"Your brother can produce a corporeal patronus. That is truly remarkable." Dumbledore praised.

"Lily can too, our dad was very insistent on having us learn it from an early age."

"But you can't?"

"I can, its shape is not just very clear, and I can't hold it for a long period of time. Anyway, we should go." He finished, although he was hesitant to leave.

"Perhaps we could continue our conversation after dinner?" Dumbledore suggested.

Al though for a second before agreeing, "Alright. And, I'm sorry, about everything."

Dumbledore considered him for several moments before moving forward and placing his hand on Al's shoulder. He could see the boy opening up for him, but he was still extremely guarded. Al's eyes immediately snapped up at the contact, and there was an undefinable emotion going off in his eyes, one that the grown wizard couldn't help but smiling at.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. I have always believed that, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure. And as sorry as I am to leave the world, and all those I care for, there is a certain satisfaction in knowing that I'll get to experience it."

Al said nothing, although, if he had opened his mouth, if would have been to disagree with the man and possibly argue with him, but he couldn't bring himself to do it at the moment, so he chose to head for the door, outside of which Scorpius was waiting, sitting with his back against the wall, knees bent, and wand spiraling, creating dancing lines, which he was using as form of entertainment.

Another chapter, and for some reason they keep getting longer... I'll try and prevent the next one from reaching 10k words, promise.

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