AN: I'm sorry this took so long to update. I never got the chance to do it. :)

Disclaimer: I forgot to do this last time, so Harry Potter and their Wizarding World belongs to Ms. J. K. Rowling. Just not my beautiful Rosalynda Nymphadora Black. J. K. Rowling was just so uncool, she didn't have a little baby Sirius! It is unjust!

Italics - People's thoughts

cola-snow44: Thank you for being my very first ever reviewer, I grant you to choose some other people to join my lovely bunch of people in the past - or future, if they are OC's some information on them and what they look like. Thanks for the ideas, I can see if I can make it happen. So... Please enjoy...

(Curtains are opening)

Time-Travel? Oh Merlin!

Chapter 2: Greetings Stranger! and How the Hell Did We Get Here?

As they disappeared, they rose up in the air slightly. When they reappeared they were dropped onto the ground like a sack of potatoes. All apart from Lily Luna Potter, whose fire red hair and green demon cat eyes that seemed to terrify everyone, began yelling at James, "Did you have to touch it James, I mean for Merlin's sake does the fact that despite the house was, I mean is being redecorated, or maybe perhaps that the house was a home for Dark Wizards, though mainly Witches that it meant it just could've been dangerous, Rosa told you not to touch it too!"

"I didn't touch it! Teddy tripped into me, why aren't you yelling at him? And what the hell happened to the house and why is there a portrait on the wall? I don't think there had been a portrait there since…" He said trailing off towards the end.

"No there hasn't been one since Dad lived here, and that was in the Nineteen Nineties…" Catching James line of thought, Lily hoped that James was wrong. As usual… Because then life would be a lot easier and easier to manage if it wasn't a roller coaster.

"Umm. Up there, James, could you help me up? I think I twisted my ankle," Rosalyn quietly told James as he offered his hand to help her up. As she stood up she wobbly stood, gasping, her face turning pale then leaned heavily on James, her hair turning white blonde in pain, the resemblance between her and the Malfoy's were striking. As she did so, he moved his left hand to her waist to hold her closer and stop her from falling over.

"Scum! They dare besmirch the House of my Fathers' with their filthy mudblood presence!" The portrait wailed. An old lady in black stood there with greying hair in a servere bun with what could have been an attractive body in her younger days. Maybe in the Nineteen Thirties... "Filthy blood in my pure house!"

"Shut up! I don't care, and this is my house! I am not scum and most definitely not a muggle-born, Great-Grandmother. If you must know we're all purebloods, first generation and I happen to come from a very old Pureblood family!" Rosalyn began tiredly, her brain seemingly began to bounce inside of her head giving her an enormous headache, then finished haughtily, "So, if I were you I'd shut the hell up!"

She trailed of when she saw the people from the past pointing their wands at her friends, her family whom she didn't know was there. She saw Nymphadora Lupin, nee Tonks, her best friend's mother. Some nights when she couldn't think, she would imagin meeting her, War Heroine, best friends' mum. She often felt that if they were alive, would they approve of her? She had seen it before with Al and Scorpius, but in the end, their parents had overcome their differences and had actually become friends. But still, they are family.

Then there was the person Harry would tell stories about, to her and James, her grandfather and his namesake to them, mostly second hand and not many, but it was still everything to her and James.

It was and still is one of the men the Wizarding Worlds' Saviour had admired, Sirius Orion Black. It was him that made sure that Rosalyn worked so hard on the Wizenmagot to insure that everyone was innocent until proven. It was him that made her work so hard. Him who made her want to make the Wizarding World a better place for everyone. It wasn't her parents that Rosalyn wanted to make proud, it was him, her grandfather, the ex-convict, Sirius Black. Everything she worked hard for was for him. And Merlin damn it, he standing infront of me...

James felt Rosalyn lean heavier on his side making him tighten his hands around her body; he looked up to see…

***~~… Kitchen …~~***

"He's not your son!" Argued Sirius, indignantly.

"He's as good as!"

"Well he's my godson!"

"Oh yes," Said Molly, sarcasm lacing her tone, "And you were the one looking after him for the past five years - not held in a criminal facility -"

Suddenly, there was a big bang, and what heard like people muttering and groaning. All of the Order members silently and cautiously made way into the hallway not at all expecting the sight that they saw. There were about 10 - maybe more - children in rather odd positions. A boy was rubbing his short turquoise hair, a younger looking girl with rather bushy ginger-brown hair was lying on his lap diagonally, and two people with dark brown hair that had odd stands of ginger in it were sitting on top of a boy with a dark messy mop of hair and a girl with silvery blonde hair. There were three other people, one with fire red hair that was waving a bout, looking slightly like Medusa several of the Order Members thought. The boy was tall, lean with a mess of black hair that had a bit of auburn tint in the sunlight that came through the small window in the front door. A girl that looked a lot like the age of the young boy was sitting on the floor with her ankle in her hands looking on in pain and wry amusement on her face as if she had seen this often.

Just like Sirius' face, the expression almost identical as James and Lily would begin to fight; like in their school days. Remus kicked the thought out of his head as soon as it entered, in from one ear and through the other, what would my old students say?

"I didn't touch it! Teddy tripped into me, why aren't you yelling at him? And what the hell happened to the house and why is there a portrait on the wall? I don't think there had been a portrait there since…"The boy said defensively moving his hands in front of him in a placating geasture.

"No there hasn't been one since Dad lived here, and that was in the Nineteen Nineties…" The girl trailed off, an what the hell were they talking about, the Nineteen Nineties, weren't they all?

They stood in silence as the saw the young ebony haired girl on the floor shout at the portrait of Mrs Black, Sirius' mother. Sirius was almost dancing in glee as he saw his mother being put down so badly, her shamed face red as one of the Weasley's hair. Burrnn... Baby burrnn...

"Merlin, you Blacks have such nice voices, your Great-Grandmother and yourself, a person could go deaf!" James exclaimed to himself, obviously not thinking that anyone heard him, but thought differently once he saw Rosa's glare and turned his head away while holding Rosa protectively to his side. "Sorry, Rosa."

"Who are you and what are you doing here, Death Eaters?" Mad-Eye Moody snarled.

The unknown children froze than a cacophony broke out as soon as the word Death Eaters past Mad-Eye's lips.

"Deatheaters! My father would drown me a few inches from being drowned, set fire onto me, cut my left arm off, and then disown me after killing me, of course! I'm scared of only thinking of it!" Scorpius Malfoy scoffed indignantly. What would his father do... Nah, he'd do so much worse that I would still be begging for death while I'm dead and decomposed into the air. He shived violently, Bad thoughts, bad thoughts, don't think of any baadd things.

"I would kill myself if I was a Deatheater! I would never join anyone who killed my Grandfather! Who cares if the rest of the family did? But I would never, never, never!" Rosa shook her head, mortified, her head aching through the heavy movements. Her, join the Death Eaters! The same group of people that killed her beloved, but unknown - maybe not at the end of this - Grandfather. Who cares if most of the others in the family were. Even if her Cousin Bellateix was family. And if she could do that, why couldn't Teddy's parents?

"Mom and dad would come back from their graves if I ever even thought of it. They would kill me, bring me back to life, and kill me again. I'd rather stay on the earth side of the world, as in not dead and in heaven. Though-" Teddy told them, frowning here then murmuring, "Though if I was a Deatheater, wouldn't I be in hell?" Joining the very people that had his parents given up their lives for. Joining the people that had killed them.

"That's the worst insult I have ever heard of, Deatheaters! The Wizarding Worlds Hero daughter, a Deatheater?" Lily laughed, sounding rather hysterical. "Deatheater, me? Poor, little innocent me?" Pah! Harry Potter's only daughter join Death Eaters! Join the group that were the servants of the person that had killed James and Lily Potter, her Grandparents, the parents my Daddy never met, the parents-in-laws that Mummy would never get the approval of. And it was and is and always be because of Voldie-Rottie and his Merry Band of Merry Men. And woman.

A girl at the back scoffed quietly, Roxanne Angelina Weasley, "Her, innocent? I'd be a Werewolf-Vampire-Veela-House Elf Hybrid before thinking of calling her innocent? Have you ever felt her beating a Bludger at you? And her swearing when Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny are out of earshot! They would have to wash her mouth out so bad that the taste wouldn't come out for a dozen years!" Even if Lily-kins wasn't a Beater by any means, she had a hard throw. Ohh, all the broken bones and bruises I got because of that nasty little minx... But cute all the same, if it could keep the boys off her... Hmm, a definate advantage.

The people from the people were shocked at the words these children said, the boy that looked suspiciously like a Malfoy, saying that his father would kill him if he joined the Dark Lord. Parents coming back from the grave and killing them, just the thought of it. That last said as if it was merely a joke,

"Well Barty Crouch Jr. joined the Deatheaters, and his father was the head of the DML. Wasn't he?" Moody barked. "Tell us how you got here first before I attack and ask questions later!"

Rosa looked at the people from the past and the future from her safe cocoon of James' arms, then gulping slightly, she said, "Jeesh, calm down... How to say this; you see, we-kinda. No, it's Jamie's fault. Oh my Merlin, we're from - oh, Padfoot's antlers -" Her lips quirking upwards at Harry's and Sirius' face when she swore, she herself could never always stop smiling or laughing when she got the picture in her head! Padfoot's Antlers! "We're from the future!"

AN: I have to rewrite this Authors Notes because my saving was faulty. Please review, even if it is to only tell me that I absolutely suck! Pwetty, pwetty pwease with a cherry on the top? Pwetty pwease...