I am so, so sorry it took me soooo long to update! I know y'all must be thinking, "What took her so long?" It's partially laziness but mostly an unexpectedly busy schedule. Honestly, if I told you everything that's happened since I last updated, you'd be reading this author's note for a solid week. Please forgive me! I promise I'll update in the next couple of weeks!

Also, thank you to all of my wonderful reviewers! I really appreciate your feedback.

Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling, but you probably knew that already.

"You honestly expect us to believe that these three are my grandchildren?" Lily gestured at the three Potters sitting across from her. "How gullible do you think we are?"

"We really are your grandchildren," said Lily Potter. Evans turned to face her, and she continued. "You marry James Potter and have a son named Harry who grows up to be our dad."

"Impossible," Evans said, and she began pacing.

"That would mean we're in the future," said Peter. "How do you think we got here?"

Before Evans could say that they weren't in the future, Remus stood as if struck by an idea. "The mist!" He exclaimed. "Whatever was in that vial Peter dropped must have sent us forward in time!"

"Yeah, and pigs can fly without a Hover Charm," Prongs said sarcastically.

"Professor Vector might know," said Al.

"Why would we ask the Arithmancy professor? Why don't we just go talk to Dumbledore?" asked Sirius. The Potter siblings and the Weasleys looked at each other.

"Al, you tell them," James commanded his brother.

"Why me?"

"Because you brought up telling the Headmistress. Plus, your namesake is the one they want to talk to."

"Yeah, but one of your namesakes is the one who asked!"

"I'm the oldest. I don't have to tell them. It's one of the perks of my seniority."

"Just because you – "

"Oh, I'll tell them," Roxanne cut Al's argument short. She took a deep breath and said, "Professor Dumbledore was killed about twenty years ago."

"Now we know you're lying," said Prongs. "Dumbledore couldn't have been killed! No one can kill Dumbledore!"

"It's true!" Lucy protested.

"Impossible," Evans muttered and continued her pacing.

"If we're supposed to believe you, tell us how Dumbledore was killed," Remus challenged skeptically.

"We're not sure exactly what happened. None of our parents really talk about their past much," said Rose. "But we know there was a war against Voldemort -" The time travelers gasped at the use of the name. "- and there was a spy in the Death Eaters working for the good side. Dumbledore and the spy arranged his death. I never really understood that part; no one ever explained properly."

"Do you know who the spy was?" asked Remus.

"No. Dad wouldn't tell us," said Al.

"Do you believe us?" Lily Potter asked.

"No," was Evans's quick response.

"I dunno, Evans," said Peter. "They could be telling the truth." Evans paused in her tracks and looked at Peter with her eyebrows raised. She opened her mouth to say something, but changed her mind and just shook her head.

"We can't be in the future!" Prongs exclaimed.

"Explain this, then!" Molly retorted, pulling a copy of The Daily Prophet from her robes. "Look at the date," she commanded.

Sirius took the paper, and the other time travelers looked over his shoulders. April 27, 2021 was printed above one of the headlines.

"Time travel?" said Prongs.

"It would explain what's been going on. Why we haven't recognized anyone, why – "

"Remus!" Evans cried. "You were supposed to be the practical one, the reasonable one, the least gullible and stupid one! You can't be serious!"

"Actually, I –"

"Don't start that ridiculous pun, Black. It got old in first year."

Prongs's grandson, James, glanced at his watch and jumped.

"We have Quidditch practice in ten minutes," he reminded Rose and Fred. "Oh, and Al, can you fill in as a Chaser for practice? We're short a player."

"Only because you hexed him!" Rose snapped. James ignored her.

"Sure," Albus agreed before another argument could start.

"You play Quidditch?" Prongs asked, his attention immediately held. It didn't matter what time he was in; Prongs could not focus on anything else if someone was talking about Quidditch. The other James nodded.

"Are you any good?" inquired Sirius.

"Good enough to be captain of the Gryffindor team," replied James, smiling for the first time all morning.

"Excellent!" Prongs said.

"Can we watch?" Sirius requested.

"I don't think that would be the best idea," said Louis. "Someone could see you. It probably wouldn't be good if it was all over the school in a few hours that time travelers are wandering the halls of Hogwarts. Especially Harry Potter's parents and their friends."

"Why would it matter whose parents we are?" Evans asked, finally giving up her argument.

"Uncle Harry's pretty famous. He was the youngest Auror ever and the youngest Head Auror ever," answered Lucy.

"Wow," Prongs said simply.

"Impressive," Remus stated.

"James," said Lily Potter. Both James's turned their heads. "You're going to be late for practice."

And with that, James, Rose, Fred, and Al dashed out of the Room of Requirement, leaving their cousins behind with the Marauders and Lily Evans.

Again, sorry it took me so long to update! I won't let that happen for so long again. I will also be updating my other story ASAP (probably sometime next week).

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