AN: Please tell me what you think. I'm only young and this is the first fanfiction that I have posted. So please...

Time-Travel? Oh Merlin!

Chapter 1: Teddy Lupin's Accidents

Rosalynda Black carefully walked across the porch and into the Potter Manor, they, Harry and Ginny Potter had been very nice to let her even a foot into it. James, some of the Weasleys; Roxanne and Fred, Teddy and herself were dubbed the Golden Marauders. They were the cause of many grey hairs of the people in the teaching industry, Hogwarts, and Ministry.

Potter, Black, Lupin and the Weasleys were once again prowling through Hogwarts. Although Teddy had already graduated, it didn't matter, it still counted.

She had once heard her Headmistress McGonagoll complain to one of the old Headmasters', Professor Dumbledore's portrait, "Albus, I swear to Merlin that those children were created to torture me. I simply can't live through another generation of Black, Lupin, Potters, and Weasleys! I was lucky enough to last through their ancestors! But together, I don't think the school will be standing by the time they graduate!"

The portrait had in turn chuckled and said something; 'that they had everything their parents had not; after all, they weren't in wartime, so why don't you let them carry on and bring smiles to our faces?'

Now, Rosalyn was not normally a very vain girl, but she knew she was pretty, in that ethereal, otherworldly beauty. Somewhere along the line, there were Veela in her bloodline, her mothers', and for some reason, she had inherited the Pure-Blood Veela trait. Fleur Weasley, nee Delacour, had helped her through a lot of the process, so that in turn made her very good friends with the Delacour-Weasleys: Victoire, Dominique and Louis.

Rosalyn had thick, glossy black hair that was waved around her shoulders and ears. The odd coloured grey eyes that had a bluish or slightly greenish tint that changed in turn with her moods and Metamorphic talent. Her tall, willowy and slender curved figure, long, thin fingers. Her sweetheart face shape with almond shaped eyes and naturally light pink coloured lips. She and Teddy both had the Metamorphic gene from the Blacks, and while he changed his hair colour just for the sake of it, she used it to tone down her Veela features, pranks and to make her different. Who wanted to always to have the same hair colour, and look so insanely beautiful that made men flock to you like wolves to their meat?

She wore her favourite sunny yellow spaghetti-strapped sun-dress and white, slightly heeled sandals which had a sparkly white flower on it, and a pair of large black sunglasses with the word Black engraved in gold. Her tan leather messenger bag, which was charmed with the spell that made the insides bigger than what it looked like on the outside, it held her broomstick, some clothes, shoes, money (both Muggle and Magical), just in case something happened. Also some clothes for the boys. She often wondered what life would be without her friends. 'And boy,' she then always would think. 'Wouldn't life be boring…'

James Sirius Potter and some of large family were waiting impatiently for their family friend, Rosalynda Black, but she really, really didn't like anyone calling her that, so it was either, Rosalyn, Rosa or Lynn. They all heard her shoes clicking on the well worn path that lead to their 'secret' hideout in Potter Manor.

That day, they all were waiting for her to allow access to Grimmauld Place, the home to which had housed many centuries of Blacks. Rosalyn had wanted to show the something she had found in the house earlier on in the week and wanted their expertise.

His father had been the sole heir to the Blacks at the time, and had been given all rights and privileges of a Black, so, of course that meant pretty much everything that was signed in Lord Black was hers. He had told Rosalyn that the name only came her Grandfather, Sirius Black, because he didn't have any 'known' heirs. Therefore, it was all her since really, she was the Black heir.

When Rosalyn arrived, every one made for the fireplace as she wrote down some runes to allow them access. There had been an wierd explosion of magic a few months earlier that made it close to impossible to gain entry to Grimmauld Place. They all turned to it and said, "Number 12 Grimmauld Place!"

They all came to a stop just outside of the door. Number 12 looked a lot better than it had during the nineties as they had been told, Harry had done a lot of redecoration, but they still haven't finished all of it, he had stopped by the time James Sirius was born as to live in the Potter Manor.

As it was now Rosalyn's property, Harry gave her all controls of the decor. The entrance hall was now painted in a white that changed to other very pale colours every day. In fact, that was one of Rosalyn's favourite parts of her home, the magical part of it with a nice blend of Muggle things.

It had a mahogany brown floor boards, the doors no longer had handles with snakes, but now, rather normal silver with ivy moving, swaying in what seemed to in the wind and other things that didn't have a deemed house, there was all sorts of different rooms. Some had a combination of green and silver - to honour the house of Slytherin, blue and bronze in some rooms to represent Ravenclaw, yellow and black for Hufflepuffs, and generally most of the rooms were in Gryffindor red and gold, or neutral colours. Black, white, cream, grey, brown.

That was when James saw a clear crystal blue vase with flowers and ivy twisting around the base and upwards to the top, which had flared out with large lilies. He moved forward, his fingertips inches away from the vase…

"Don't touch it James!" Rosalyn shouted out. He stopped a few mere inches away from the neck of the vase, but Teddy Lupin tripped and banged into James, causing his fingertips to brush against it. As that happened, time seemed to stop, then in a flash of blue-white, everyone disappeared.

To another time.

To another place where everyone was suspicious of everyone.

To a time of war.

To a time that held one of the greatest wizarding wars.

To the time where almost everyone had lost someone to Charon.

Where nearly everyone was dead...

At least in their time.

They were now in the Nineteen Nineties.

They had travelled through time…

To the second Blood War...

Incase you didn't know Charon was the ferryman who brought the dead to the Underworld (Hades) to be judged in Greek Mythology.

Please tell me what you think and ideas for pranks, I'll be needing them! *Begging on the knees with the cutest pout and puppy dog eyes* You can't betray me!