OK, you already know but I'll say it anyway: I don't own HP

Everyone gathered in the dining room to eat. The future generation were mingling with their parents and the Order, along with the Weasleys, and it was pleasant (and a tad bit awkward.)

James was getting along fine with Fred and George Weasley; they'd seemed to take a liking in him because he made it quite clear he loved pranks and troublemaking. Teddy was talking to Remus and Tonks, and Victoire was telling a dazed Bill about him and her mum. Sirius and Remus were having a chat with Lily Luna, who was chatting about her mum and dad.

"My mummy is the best mummy in the world!" Lily exclaimed, and Mrs. Weasley just about melted. "She reads me stories and gives me hugs and kisses!"

"Does she?" said Bill, giving Ginny a side glance, snickering slightly. Ginny elbowed him hard in the ribs and then smiled pleasantly at her soon-to-be-daughter as Bill just about fell out of his chair, gasping for breath and clucthing his ribs, which felt broken.

"Do any of you play Quidditch?" Sirius asked, because that was the most important question of all.

"QUIDDITCH!" screamed James, alert.
"Oh, no," groaned Rose.

"What did you do?" Victoire added, as James began blabbing about Quidditch.

"I'm a Gryffindor Chaser and soon-to-be team captain," he bragged. "Lily's going to be either a Chaser or a Seeker, according to mum, and-"

"Wait," interrupted Charlie Weasley. "Does Ginny play Quidditch?" He sounded thoroughly confused that his little sister seemed to be the one helping the youngsters fly on broomsticks.

"Does she?" James's eyes went wide. "You're talking about the ex-Chaser for the Holy-Head Harpies! She quit after having kids, you know, and is now writing Quidditch articles in the Daily Prophet!"

All Weasley boys' jaws dropped.

"B-but," Ron stammered weakly. "Ginny doesn't know how to play Quidditch..."

"Yes, she does," Hermione replied, looking up barely from her meal. "She breaks into the broom shed and uses each of your brooms." She looked up. "Ginny's actually quite good."

Ginny blushed as Bill and Charlie looked at her in amazement.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Weasley glared at the twins. "FRED! GEORGE!" she shouted.

"Yes, mum?" they said together, confused. What could they have possibly done now?
"YOU'VE CORRUPTED YOUR SISTER!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, her eyes narrowed. The twins smiled.

"We have, haven't we, Fred?" George said.

"Oh, yes, we have, George," Fred replied. They grinned and high fived. "Wicked!"

"Oh, right!" Sirius laughed. "What Houses are you lot in?"

"Gryffindor!" James yelled.

"Ravenclaw," Rose added.

"Gryffindor!" Fred II cheered.

"Gryffindor!" Roxanne said.

"I was in Hufflepuff, and Teddy was in Ravenclaw," said Victoire.

Al didn't say anything; instead, he examined his shoes.

"Ravenclaw," Scorpius said, and everyone turned to him with surprised looks on their faces.

"Not Slytherin?" demanded Sirius.

"Nope," said Scorpius, smirking. "Dad was almost sure I was going to be a snake-instead I'm an eagle. Mum and dad both agreed it was better than Gryffindor, though."
"Oh." Sirius looked baffled.

"Your turn, Al!" James slapped Al on the back. "C'mon, tell them!"

Al shook his head. "I don't want to," he said, his voice soft.

"Oh, come on!" James frowned. "It's a great House! Just say it!"
"No."
"Please?"

"No."
"PLEEEAAASSSEE?"
"FINE!" Al threw his hands up. "I'm in Slytherin, okay?!"

Sirius jumped up. "WHAT?!" he yelled. "ARE YOU SIRIUS?!"
"NO, I'M NOT, I'M THE EASTER BUNNY!" screamed James.

"SHUT-UP!" roared Teddy.

"SLYTHERIN?" Ron bellowed.

BANG.
Order was restored when Rose Weasley let a huge bang come out the end of her wand. She was glaring at everyone, giving everyone her famous Weasley-mixed-with-Hermione-Granger Death Glare.

"Shut...up," she snarled. She slowly stepped forwards. "Stop being so bloody prejudiced! Slytherins have changed; all of the Death Eaters have gone to Azkaban and the House is now nice! Well, as nice as snakes can be, I mean...ANYWAY," she continued, glaring at everyone, "Al is my best friend, and he also could've been in either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw!"

"Yeah," Lily Luna spoke up, glaring at everyone as well. "You're all meanies!"

"But it's a Potter in the dungeons!" said Ron.

"So?" demanded Rose. "I could've been in Slytherin as well-yes, a Weasley in the dungeons! So SHUT UP and stop making a big deal over nothing!"
With that, she put her wand back in her pocket and continued eating.

"She's right," said Remus after a pause of heavy silence. "We shouldn't have overreacted like that. We are sorry, Al."
"It's alright," Al mumbled, still red in the face.

"So," Hermione said to Rose. "What's the future like?"
"It's brilliant, no more Voldemort," Rose replied excitedly. "Uncle Harry killed him with expelliarmus, by the way." Harry was stunned; no more Voldemort?

Everyone erupted into cheers, hearing that. Suddenly, an owl swooped in from the window.

"Owls?" laughed James. "Blimey, I forgot that you lot don't know what cell phones are, yet-"

Suddenly, everyone from the future froze.

"What are cell-fones?" asked Mr. Weasley excitedly.

"Muggle devices," explained James, slowly. "Rose, do you...?"
"I am such an idiot!" Rose cried out, startling everyone. "We have our cell phones! Maybe they work!"
She whipped out one, flipped it open and dialed.

"Please work, please work..." she pleaded. Someone picked up. It sounded like Hermione from the future. (A. N. All the future adults will be in italics.)

"Rose?" cried Hermione. "Where are you? What happened?"

"Mum!" Rose exclaimed. "It's all James's fault! We're in your fifth year, in 1995!"

The other end went silent. Then...
"WHAT?!" a new voice screamed.
James groaned. "Rose, put them on speaker," he said. Rose obeyed.

"Mum, you're on speaker," she said.

"S-so a-are y-y-" Hermione couldn't even finish, she was too shaky.

What sounded like an older Ginny came over the speakers.

"JAMES SIRIUS POTTER!" she screamed, and everyone backed away. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, 'IN 1995'?! WHAT DID YOU DO?"
"Er, hullo, mum," James said, eyeing the cell phone warily. "I, uh, was looking for dad and found a Time Turner...I showed the others and Fred II knocked it out of my hand, so..."

"A TIME TURNER?" Ginny screeched. "HOW COULD YOU BE SO IDIOTIC, JAMES? THAT WAS YOUR FATHER'S SPECIAL TIME TURNER! KINGSLEY JUST INVENTED IT, AND NOW IT'S RUINED, THANKS TO YOU! OOOH, YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE, JAMES! NO MARAUDER'S MAP! NO INVISIBILITY CLOAK! ONE MORE DETENTION OR LETTER HOME FROM MCGONAGALL AND SOON, YOU WILL BE PUT ON A TRACKING CHARM! OR-OR A LEASH! YES, YOU'D BE A LEASH CHILD!"

Everyone paled, as Ginny's voice got louder and louder.

"Whoa," said Ron. "Good luck in THAT marriage, mate!" He patted Harry on the shoulder, who was white in awe and fright at Ginny's vocal cords.

"I HEARD THAT, RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY!" Ginny ranted, and Ron turned white as well. "I AM GOING TO-"

"Ginny?" a deep voice asked.

"WHAT, HARRY?" Ginny demanded, lowering her voice momentarily.

"Er...may I speak with James?" Harry asked.

"NO! I AM NOT DONE YELLING AT HIM!" Ginny said, and James paled even further (if that was possible.)
"Ginny, I will be taking the phone." Harry's voice was firm. Ginny's yells at James died away as Harry took control of the cell phone.

"Hullo, James," Harry said seriously.

"Er...hello, dad," James said meekly. "What's up?"
"You are more than twenty one years in the past, and I just had to force another Calming Draught on your mother," Harry said grimly. "That's what's 'up', James."
"I'm sorry, dad," James said, looking down. "It was an accident."
"I know it was," sighed Harry. Suddenly, his voice turned odd. "Is Remus, Tonks, Sirius, Severus-I mean, Snape-Dumbledore, Fred and Mad-Eye there?"

"Yeah," said James, curious. "Why?"
"Oh, no reason." Harry sounded wistful. "Tell them I said, 'hi', will you?"
"Wotcher, Harry!" Tonks called gleefully.

Harry sounded amazed. "Hello, Tonks! You sound...young."

"Aw, thanks," Tonks beamed. "Your kids are a delight, Harry. Good job raising them."
"Potter," Snape drawled. "You've found out, have you?"

Harry sounded somber. "Yes, sir, I have," he said.

"Good." Snape cleared his throat at everyone staring curiously at him. "Your daughter has been telling me interesting stories..." His tone suggested to make Harry tell Lily Luna not to, but Harry just laughed.

"Good luck with that, Professor Snape," he said.

"HARRY!" Hermione's voice came back. "May I speak with Rose?"

"Okay." The phone was handed over once again on the other line.

"Yes, mum?" Rose asked.

"Don't tell anyone anything from the future!" Hermione exclaimed. "Like, who your parents are, and what House you'll be in, and whatnot. Yes?"

The future all froze, mouthing, Oops.

Hermione sighed. "Oh, you already told them, did you?" she asked.

"Kind of," Rose winced.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione asked.

"Yes?" Dumbledore came forwards, "Ms. Granger."
Hermione laughed. "Oh, it's Mrs. Weasley now," she replied lightly. "Anyway, please erase all memories from the future from the present's minds once this visit is through, please, would you?"

"Certainly, Mrs. Weasley," Dumbledore replied, his eyes twinkling. Hermione felt weird, hearing her future self and Dumbledore chatting casually.

Hermione sounded apologetic, "I've got to go. Angelina's coming, and she does NOT look happy. We'll do everything we can, kids, to get you back, okay? For now, stay put and James, don't give Minerva another heart attack, okay?" McGonagall eyed the prankster warily, as he nodded, "Yes, Aunt Hermione."

The other end clicked and the line was cut off.

For a while, nobody said anything, letting the words sink into everyone's minds, everyone thinking something different or alike.

Finally, Fred asked the one question the time travelers were fearing of: "Who died?"