Here's to a “normal” school year
“So they shall stay here for now?” Albus Dumbledore questioned a faceless Unspeakable with a grandfatherly smile.
“For at least a year, if not two.” The Unspeakable specified, before casting Tempus and clicking their tongue at the time.
“Oh,” The Unspeakable began again, “You can tell people here of their identities, somehow keeping their identities secret further stretches the rift.”
“Keep an eye on them and tell us if any irregularities appear.” The Unspeakable headed towards the door of the office with silent steps.
“Plus,” The Unspeakable turned and mused, “We’re an alternate timeline, whatever they do won’t affect the main timeline.” The Unspeakable left on silent steps down the stairs, their job complete.
Lily Luna Potter seemed baffled at the Unspeakable’s ignorance of the four young wixen standing there, while Rose Granger-Wealsey’s face betrayed traces of irritation and suspicion.
Albus Severus Potter continued his prodding of the office, carefully examining something before poking a circular brass device, while Scorpius Malfoy examined his nails in one of the chairs in front of the desk.
“I imagine you all are quite shocked,” Dumbledore began, “This seems like quite a large shock for young wixen, you’ve all been transported to an alternate timeline, possibly meet friend or foe and may be forced to make decisions for our timeline.”
“I will be here for all of you,” Dumbledore smiled his grandfatherly smile, “Your decisions shall lead to the Greater Good under my guidance, anything you need-”
“What, you want to butter-up more lambs of slaughter for Voldemort?” Albus’s tone was cold. His stance had gone defensive the minute Dumbledore mentioned the ‘Greater Good’ he so often preached. He seemed to quickly change his posture as Rose’s eyes quickly landed on him.
Dumbledore’s eyes shook before shooting to Albus, who lazily leaned himself over the back of Scorpius’s chair. He met Albus’s eyes and was confused when he met a foggy barrier that slipped from his own mind easily.
Dumbledore’s brow wrinkled upon realizing all four’s minds were hazy and foggy upon meeting all their eyes. It didn’t seem, or feel, like Occlumency. Instead it felt like wading through an endless, choppy sea in an unfamiliar time. In fact, it seemed almost familiar.
Scoripus let out a dignified huff when he tried to read his mind, staring down Dumbledore with thinly concealed amusement. Dumbledore couldn’t be sure of the others, but the young(er) Malfoy had pushed his hand away from the fog like a cat batting away a yarn barn. He was clearly an Occulums or a Legilimens.
“Or is this about Gellert?” Albus crooned. Scorpius stopped staring and choked, Lily looked confused, and Rose’s jaw dropped at Albus’s saccharine words.
Dumbledore didn’t allow his hand to curl into a fist, didn’t allow any emotion to leak into his tone as he restarted his speech to these intruding time-travelers, and one specific infuriating time-traveler.
“Don’t speak of matters you’re uninformed of young Potter, you’ve never met the Dark Wizard Grindelwald and rumors aren’t telling of the truth”. Dumbledore said, carefully making sure the corners of his smile weren’t tight.
Rose raised an eyebrow at him, “The rumors aren’t telling? I’ve met the guy, he’s a prat.” Rose undignifiedly snorted. She wouldn’t hold her punches if someone messed with her family. Who truly knows how many members of her family Dumbledore hurt?
Dumbledore looked frankly shaken when Rose said she met Gellert Grindelwald. Scorpius shook his head while Albus smirked.
Lily looked at Scorpius for some sort of answer, he seemed the sane one between him and Albus, but he shrugged and raised an eyebrow at Albus. The two exchanged looks.
Lily rolled her eyes, married couples.
Albus rolled his eyes next, sass ran in the family (or families really) after all, “Me, Rose, and Hugo went to the 1900s something when we had that accident in the Department of Mysteries, and apparently there was some prophecy that had Grindelwald believing 3 clearly young and out of place wixen were sent to bring him down, evidently we ended up meeting the guy.”
“So he kidnapped you, a classic Dark Lord move?” Scorpius said with a scrunched face.
“No, he TRIED to kidnap us and have a tea party.” Albus paused before speaking again, “The chocolate was surprisingly good.”
Scorpius looked sufficiently alarmed and turned in the chair to stare at Albus with wide eyes, “How did you know it was good chocolate?!” He yelped.
“...Because he gave us some and I stole more when he wasn’t looking?”
Scorpius mouthed, ‘stealing chocolate from damn Grindelwald???’, he put his head in his hands while ignoring Albus poking his back with mirth dancing in his eyes.
Lily knew it, Scorpius was the sane one in their friendship. (and dang likely eventually in their family).
“Well,” Albus began with pure happiness at how far they’d gotten even just 3 minutes in this world, “We’ll do the whole shabang, dramatic identity reveals, sorting, and subsequent absolute pandemonium as we help make your timeline better than ours.”
Dumbledore might as well be a ghost, with how much his opinion factored into the children’s plans.
“Now let's go wait for our parents to get here before we make Dumbledore cry!” Albus dramatically swept out of the room, à la Severus Snape, despite wearing a grey muggle sweater. The other wixen trickled out after they sighed theatrically, leaving Dumbledore alone to head to the Great Hall in preparation of the beginning of the year feast.
MINI THEATRE: NO, NOT AGAIN.
Albus:Hear me out-
Scorpius:NO, NOT AGAIN.
A:Please-
S:WE’RE TWELVE, WE’RE NOT GETTING MARRIED?!?
Lily:*starts crying*
S:WHY IS SHE CRYING?!?
L:ALBUS PROMISED I COULD BE THE FLOWER GIRL!
S:WE AREN’T EVEN ENGAGED YET?
A:YET?
S:YET. We can get married in a decade.
L:HOW AM I GOING TO BE A FLOWER GIRL THEN?
S:...bridesmaid, final offer.
Rose:...Does that make you the bride?
S:shut up.
R:...and aren’t you both at least 17 with all the time-traveling you actually do?
S + A:...
L:So I CAN be the flower girl!