Chapter 2
Nobody spoke a word. Headmistress McGonagall can only sigh. she didn’t think something like would happen on her days of being a headmistress. She had assumed today would be a regular day as usual. What she had not expected was a group of students appearing up out of the blue and one look at her had them suddenly go on a full out argument, mind you some words they had said were something mcgonagall will have to speak a word for.
Now Mcgonagall should’ve checked if they were enemies or not but something was telling her they weren’t enemies but students judging by the Hogwarts uniform they wore. She knows all her students here at Hogwarts. From first years to her current eighth years. But this group she doesn’t know and apparently they were wearing her school uniform.
The argument was still going on and it was pretty bad judging by how many profanities curses were being thrown out. out of the corner she sees those in slytherins robes gathering to the side and settling down, not getting involved in the argument. Though they weren’t alone, they were accompanied by two ravenclaw witches. one who seemed to be wearing an arm sling and the other with a blonde pixie cut.
“ENOUGH” a loud cold voice yelled, halting the argument. it was a male student; a wizard. Mcgonagall was impressed by how the student took charge of the situation just by the command of his voice. Though she couldn’t see him clearly she assumes he was the leaderor one of the older students.
“ummmm, you must be headmistress mcgonagall ?” a soft voice asks from her right across from her desk. She looks to come across the hufflepuff witch with the dark bob pixie cut, similar to the blonde pixie cut. She looked oddly familiar and yet mcgonagall can’t pinpoint where she had seen her from.
“Surely you're not asking your headmistress such a question? McGonagall questioned the girl, she received a sheepish smile as a reply earning her look.
“i know you might find this hard to believe but aren’t your students,”
“ How are you not my students, are you transfers? I would’ve heard anything before your arrival.”
“I mean we are your students but technically not yours,”
“I don’t understand,”
“ What she means, headmistress mcgonagall is that we are students from Hogwarts, you're not our headmistress and we aren’t transfer students either. I mean no offense headmistress but you of all people should know better that you can’t and will not allow this many transfers on the same day.”
She was right, how absurd it was to allow so many transfers to enter on the same day. But she was getting confused a bit. Where was Snape when you needed him?
Speaking of snape, a soft hard knock was heard across the entire room. She sees a few older students calming the younger ones down and other younger ones who weren't shaking in fear going towards the slytherins and staying near them. The person who had knocked turned out to be professor snape. She hears a few gasps in shock and she could've sworn she heard from one of the younger students saying headmaster.
“Uncle sev?” eyes widened, she sees one of the older students slapping his hand over the younger one's mouth.
“Uncle what ?” Snape asks sharply, he hasn’t fully entered the room when he suddenly hears someone calling him uncle. Him, an uncle. That's something he is dreading and makes a note in mind to make sure his godson doesn't make him an uncle.
“ Who are these students, minerva. Surely you're not planning on entering them on the same day.”
“ I was in the middle of that, severus. Apparently they're telling me that they are students from Hogwarts, just not mine students.”
Snape gives her the eye. “ i don't follow”
Mconagall can only sigh, letting him know she was in the same boat as he was. She doesn’t understand, they say they were students of Hogwarts but not her students. They also said they weren’t transferred so which is it?
“Oh for the love of merlin, we time traveled, there i said it. We are not from this time. We’re students from Hogwarts but in many years after this year. We aint your students cause you aint our headmistress, make sense now. that ‘s all you could've said,Boot.” exclaimed a tall gryffindor student, he seemed to be one of the older students seeing how he had two younger ones clutching his rope.
At the mention of the familiar last name Snape raised his eyebrow, Boot? He has a student in his house that's being courted by the heir of the family Boot. He looks towards the student being yelled at, the pixie short cut hair witch next to mcgonagall, hmmm she looks very similar to parkinson. The only difference was that she was in hufflepuff colors.
What are the odds that Boot marries Parkinson and elope, making her their child but in a few more years from now.
He looks around the room to see if he can recognize any family genetic looks from the ones who aren't interfering with the argument between future Boot and the gryffindor.
The first ones he saw were twins in gryffindor color, A boy and a girl. they were supporting the famous weasley hair color but their face structure had no weasley in them. The boy was taller than the girl, he had sharp cheekbones that was prominent and his weasley hair isn't curly, it was straight. something that was rare in the weasley family. the girl, his twin, was shorter but not too short. snape narrows his eyes towards her face and can see the freckles underneath her eyes. but unlike the weasleys he had seen, her freckles weren’t very obvious unless you look closely. snape can see the close resemblance to the she weasley that zambini is courting.
next to them were those in slytherins colors. snape can already assume they were Flints’ just by their eyes. they had the famous dark eyes,shape similiar into a fox look. the older, the boy was holding onto his sister. she was shorter then the rest. snape thinks she’s the youngest one out of the bunch by how tightly she holds onto her brother. behind her cooing her to calm down was another boy similiar to the older one
“Flint must’ve been busy in the future”
sitting right next to them, now snape can almost roll his eyes. their looks was very obvious with the exception of their house colors.
looks like flint wasn’t the only one busy
the famous malfoy blonde hair was screaming obvious to snape. though he sees it more obvious on the boys, the girl had the eyes only it was slightly tame with a honey color. The two boys were sitting down looking and observing the situation. the younger boy was the one was called snake uncle.
he’s going to have a talk with draco about this
the girl seem to be injured judging by the arm sling she had on her. the younger malfoy stood close to upon her front while the older malfoy boy sat behind her.
right across them were what snape would assume was the potters and weasleys seeing how far they stood from the others. though one potter took his interest with the color of his robe
a potter in slytherin snape muses to himself, now that’s something you don’t get everyday
looking around he can already see which child and children belongs. the only problem he’s going to be getting is a headache after this. he sighs and turns back to the situation with mcgonagall
mcgonagall was perplexed listening . “ you see albus and tyrion got into an argument and then scorpious tried to intervene but then fred got involved and there’s was potion involved and i'm not sure what happen but then they went tumbling down then poof here we are''
“poof?”
the pixie cut hair witch nodded “ yes poof,”
“ you idiot, you left out the details,”
the pixie dark hair rolls her eyes and turns back to the weasley who called her an idiot, “ that’s the point, idiot. they don’t really need to know what exactly happened. unless you of course want to tell them” she tells him, folding her arms giving him a pointed look as to say go ahead and be my guest
the weasley rolls his eyes but doesn’t say anything. the pixie dark hair scoffs “ yeah that’s what i thought.”
she turns back to mcgonagall “ so headmistress, any ideas on how to send us back?”