A/N: Everyone better read this before you step into something you really wish you hadn't.
Warnings: CRACK, slash, OOC
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other merchandise/characters mentioned in this fic.
PAIRINGS: Snarry (SnapexHarry), JamesxLily, eventual SirisxRemus, ZacharaisxLuna, RonxDraco, MillicentxPansy, SeamusxBlaise…all I can think of at the top of my head.
NO FLAMES TOLERATED.
Eleven pairs of eyes stared back at the wizened Headmaster who was happily sucking away at his lemon drop. McGonagall blatantly ignored them all, drinking her tea that was most likely spiked. Flitwick was all twitchy while Sprout fidgeted nervously nearby; Slughorn was smiling unsurely at the young men and women in the office, a painful reminder of the deceased Potions Master.
"So you're going to send us back in time for some...healing?" Seamus Finnegan asked.
Dumbledore nodded cheerfully, "Yes, but not just back in time - but to an alternate reality! And this one's Voldemort free," he said cheerfully.
"But...but what if Harry leaves me for his real father! My baby hates me!" Ron Weasley cried, lunging on to said raven-haired boy.
"Ron, for the last bloody time, I'm not leaving you! Now kindly remove yourself!" Harry Potter snapped.
Ron nodded, sniffling, settling back into his own chair. Draco Malfoy absent-mindedly patted his boyfriend's back.
"And how long are we going to be there?" Seamus asked, before one of the others could start up.
"However long it takes," Dumbledore replied.
"Forever!" Blaise Zabini coughed discreetly. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled brightly.
"Hm...not many people can say they've finished school in an alternate universe..." Pansy Parkinson murmured.
Zacharais scowled, "Most people don't have to."
Ernie MacMillan sighed. "So we are going to be transported to an alternate reality's past - where there is no Dark Lord - to "heal". And not only that, we'll be going to school with our parents, or, at least, they're alternate selves," he clarified.
Dumbledore nodded with a carefree smile.
There was silence, before...
"We're in."
Albus Dumbledore, esteemed Headmaster of Hogwarts and Wizengamot member just received some interesting news; he was getting transfer students - from the future! Sure, it was more of an alternate universe, but not many Headmasters and Headmistresses could say they've had transfer students from an alternate universe! This sort of thing hasn't happened in over 3,000 years.
He hummed happily as he was seated in the Great Hall for dinner, waiting to present this splendid news. Once he felt sure that everyone was mostly through, he stood up, clapping twice to get the students' attention. Immediate silence fell and he smiled at his young dependents.
"Before we all depart, I have some wonderful news! Hogwarts is receiving eleven transfer students who shall be arriving sometime within the next three days. They will be finishing their schooling here in Hogwarts. Now, what makes these students a tad more different from regular transfers? They are students from the future."
Whispers broke out. Dumbledore raised a hand for silence, and continued on.
"They are from a future - but the future of an alternate reality. Some of you are, in fact, their parents. However, in their universe, there were two wars: the First War during this generation and the Second War during their own generation. I would like you to consider that and choose your words carefully when amongst them." The twinkle in his eyes brightened at the nervous energy abounding.
He loved foreshadowing.
End Prologue.