Oh man, I'm kind of freaking out right now because I found an old notebook from eighth grade with the next chapter to this story AND I just now checked this story's stats and people never stopped reading this, even after a three-year-long hiatus, which I think is insane. Amazing, but insane nonetheless.

Anyways, I seriously apologize for not updating! I've pretty much abandoned my publishing days, though I still read fic on a daily basis (I tend to hang around more often on ao3, but I guess FFN is good as well). I wouldn't even be updating right now, but like I said, I found this notebook with chapter six of BWWETO and I figured I owed it to you guys to at least publish this. Keep in mind that this next chapter was written by my thirteen-year-old self, so the writing's sub-par. But then again, this whole story is sub-par, at least in my eyes, so I guess that doesn't really matter.

I hope you guys enjoy this, and who knows, maybe I'll be motivated to finish this! Tell me in the reviews if this is worth picking up again!

"Y'know, I just realized that we don't know much about all of you," Ron said one morning during breakfast.

"What do you mean?" Hugo asked.

"Well," Ron began. "I know you're my children - well not all of you, but Rose and Hugo are, so I suppose that's good, but I want to know about all of your lives. You guys feel like strangers."

"I agree with him for once," Ginny supported, grabbing a strip of bacon from the centre of the table.

"Oh, yay!" Lily exclaimed. "Sounds like fun!"

"Lils, of course you think it's fun," Al sighed. "Your first night at Hogwarts, you told your whole life story to everyone in the Gryffindor common room."

James snorted. "That was a laugh. Every time someone started to fall asleep, you smacked them and demanded they listened."

"It's not so funny if you were one of the people that got slapped!" Rose cried, rubbing her cheek from the memory. "It was hardly necessary, Lily, especially considering I already knew everything about you."

Lily looked scandalized. "I just wanted to make friends, and I figured introducing myself to everyone was the way to go about things!"

"And smacking people will make people want to be your friend?" Al retorted.

"Well, I guess that wasn't very smart, but I was eleven!"

Arthur, though very amused by the conversation, decided it was best to stop it before things got out of hand. "All right, kids, let's get on with telling us about yourselves, shall we?"

Lily perked at this. "Okay! I'm Lily Potter, as you know, and I'm daddy's favourite!" She smiled smugly at Harry, who shifted uncomfortably in his seat, as he was still not used to the idea of having children. Albus rolled his eyes at this while James stuck his tongue out at his younger sister.

"I play Quidditch and I'm a seeker for the Gryffindor team. I -"


Out of nowhere, there was a tangle of limbs all over the breakfast table. Lily could make out about eight different people, all of whom she recognized.

"Fred, get your arse out of my face!"

"Whose arm is this?"

"Ew! Teddy, get this egg out of my hair!"

"I would if I knew where your head was, love."

"Louis, did you even bother showering today?"

"Roxanne, you're suffocating me!"

"Can we all quit complaining and attempt to untangle ourselves?"

It took a good five minutes for the new arrivals to get out of this predicament, and once they were all free and off the table, the food was very well damaged and squashed, leaving a terrible mess.

"I guess breakfast is over then," Hugo sighed. He was heartbroken - he'd only had four eggs and nine strips of bacon.

"Rosie, dear, who are these people?" Molly asked. Her natural instinct was to be defensive - they were in the middle of a war, after all - and point her wand at the newcomers, but given the current situation, she stopped herself.

"Oh, they're all your grandchildren too, so don't worry. But I'm sure they'd rather introduce themselves."

"Please tell me they're not all ours," Ron muttered to Harry. Both paled.

"Relax," Tonks smiled. "You have five other brothers. Most are probably your nieces and nephews." Ron and Harry visibly relaxed.

Al, who chose to ignore Ron and Harry's exchange, was perplexed. "How did you guys get here? It's not like Aunt Hermione's just got another time turner lying around."

"Room of Requirement," The eldest boy answered simply. The others from the past exchanged confused looks, all because of the boy's turquoise hair. He didn't look like he could be anyone's son. "I didn't mean for all of us to come, but Fred insisted.

The redhead boy to his left shrugged. "I wanted to give all of my cousins an equal opportunity."

Hermione cleared her throat. "Sorry, but can you properly introduce yourselves?" She directed at the newcomers. It was best to get introductions out of the way so she and the other residents of the past could feel more at ease with the new group.

"Oh, right, of course," said the boy with blue hair. "Anything specific you all want to know?"

The room suddenly burst with sound, with several different voices chattering away at once.

"Name and age, of course."

"Do you all play Quidditch?"

"Tell us what house you're in!"

"It's vital for us to know who your parents are."

"It's not that vital."

"Ron, you dolt, of course it is!"

"Ooh, tell us any additional information about yourselves that you find interesting!"

"Don't overwhelm the poor children!" Molly demanded. The room suddenly got quiet and all eyes were on the children from the future.

"Now," Molly said with a wide grin on her face. "Whoever would like to go first, feel free to start now."

"I'll go," said the pretty blonde girl. Harry couldn't help but notice that she looked very similar to Fleur.

"My name is Victoire Weasley." Molly groaned. The name sounded French. She realized that Bill's and Fleur's marriage was inevitable. "My parents are Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour. I'm twenty right now, but back when I was a student at Hogwarts I was a Ravenclaw. I personally think Quidditch is gross, but I still watch a couple of games every now and then. It's hard not to, considering I come from a Quidditch-crazed family."

Fleur smiled. "You zound just like me." She stated in her heavy French accent.

Victoire nodded. "I am just like you, and I think anyone will agree."

Molly looked past her dislike of Fleur and was overwhelmed with joy at the sight of her beautiful granddaughter. "Next?" She asked, beaming.

Another girl with long silvery hair stepped forward.

"Hi, all." She smiled. "I'm Dominique Weasley - Dom for short - and I'm Vicky's younger sister. I'm a seventh year Ravenclaw, and unlike my sister, I am absolutely mad about Quidditch."

Ron gave her an approving look.

"I play Chaser and I'm captain of the Ravenclaw team." She finished. Bill beamed and Fleur enveloped her in a hug.

"My turn!" A strawberry blond boy piped up. All eyes were on him. "I'm Louis Weasley, the last of the French Weasleys. I'm fifteen and I'm in Gryffindor, unlike my sisters, and I'm partners-in-crime with my cousins Fred and James," Fleur and Hermione frowned at this. "The three of us are often called the third generation of Marauders."

"Who's the second?" Harry asked.

"Uncle Fred and Uncle George, of course," He replied. "It would have been you, Aunt Hermione, and Uncle Ron, but you guys are the Golden Trio."

"Really now?" Hermione said with an amused expression.

"Yeah, that's what everyone at school refers to you three as," Ginny explained.

"Well, that's certainly news to us," said Ron.

Louis cleared his throat. "Moving on, then. I used to play Quidditch, but I quit last year and Lily replaced me as Seeker."

Lily flustered. "You make me sound bad now!"

"No, I didn't mean it that way," Louis laughed. "I was considering quitting anyways."

Deciding to interrupt before her cousins' conversation escalated, Molly spoke up.

"Hello everyone, my name is Molly Suzanne Weasley," Harry noted that this girl had an air of haughtiness to her. It reminded him of someone, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"I am seventeen years old, in Gryffindor house, and I am pleased to inform you all that I am Head Girl."

Rose rolled her eyes. Her cousin was a prat.

"I think Quidditch is for neanderthals - I'd much rather spend my time reading. My parents are Percy and Audrey Weasley."

The elder Molly's eyes watered. Did this mean Percy came back?

"H-He named you after m-me," Molly blubbered as she engulfed her granddaughter in a hug. "That's s-so sweet!"

The younger Molly smiled and her haughty demeanor slowly faded, but she ruined the moment by saying "Grandma, you're getting tears all over my new robes."

The first Molly laughed. "Of course, sorry, dear," She released the teenage girl from her tight embrace. "Who's next?"

"Me, I suppose," This girl looked like a near carbon copy of the future Molly, though her face had a softer expression and she didn't appear to be as haughty.

"I'm Lucy Weasley, Molly's sister, and I'm named after my grandmother as well - my other one, of course. I'm sixteen years old and I'm in Hufflepuff," George snorted. Lucy looked scandalized.

"My mother was a Hufflepuff," She glared.

"I was in Hufflepuff too, y'know," Tonks said, glaring at George.

George gulped, suddenly fearing for his life. "Right, sorry." He croaked. Lucy looked smug.

"Right, well anyways, where was I? Oh right, Quidditch!" Lucy's face brightened considerably. "I'm Hufflepuff's Keeper, and our team is far better than Gryffindor's."

"I RESENT THAT!" James yelled, jumping out of his seat. Many other Gryffindor players, including ones from the past, appeared agitated but did not have an outburst like James.

"Shut it, git. You know it's true!" Lucy snapped. When James kept protesting, she replied with "I hope you know that I'll be of age a few months before you, and I can hex you all I want then."

This shut James up. Lucy gave a smug smile. Quidditch was the one thing the entire family could bond over, but it also caused most of the fights amongst the cousins.

"Anyways, I'm done. Teddy, wanna go next?"

The blue-haired boy shook his head.

"I think it'll be best if I go last. Roxanne, why don't you go instead?" He said to the girl next to him. She nodded and sat up.

"My name is Roxanne Weasley, but don't you dare call me Roxy or I'll have to hex you," She threatened. The people from the past laughed, but those who knew Roxanne knew she wasn't joking. "I hate being called Roxy because it feels too childish. Same goes for Anne. Neither are okay with me."

"What about Annie?" George asked.

"Well, only my dad calls me that, and it's never in public. Considering you are a younger version of my dad, though, I'll let it slide." She answered.

George's eyes bulged. "You're my daughter?"

"Well, obviously, seeing as I just called you my father," She said sarcastically.

"But you look nothing like me!"

"Understandable, but I take more after my mum," She answered. "While almost everyone else in the family has red hair and freckles, I have darker skin and brown hair because my mum's Angelina Johnson."

Fred spoke up. "Hang on, Angelina? Your mum is Angelina Johnson?"

Each of Roxanne's cousins stiffened. They had all hoped to avoid any sort of uncomfortable questions that would lead to any major facts being revealed.

Realizing her mistake, Roxanne visibly paled. "W-Well, yes, she is. Is that a problem?"

"Just a slight one, seeing as she is my girlfriend, after all," Fred answered.

"Relax Fred, she probably got me confused with you," George joked.

Fred smiled at his twin, but continued on. "Not to mention that Rose told me the other night that I never marry. Is there a reason for that?"

The new arrivals all stared at Rose. "Why would you say that?" Dom whispered frantically to her.

"I panicked!" She whispered back.

"Fred, leave the poor girl alone. Naturally she can't tell us everything that happens," Remus said, knowing where this was going.

"I die, don't I?" Fred croaked.

The family from the future all shifted uncomfortably and avoided any sort of eye contact with Fred. Their reactions alone confirmed it for him.

"But what about George?" He asked, his voice now a whisper. He looked over at his twin, who had tears brimming his eyes. He heard a loud sob, but it had come from neither of them. Looking over to his left, he saw his mother being comforted by his father as tears streamed down her face.

"H-He's only a boy!" Molly wailed.

"When does this happen?" George demanded, looking over at the group of time travelers.

Each of the cousins looked over at Teddy. It was an unspoken rule in the Weasley-Potter clan that Teddy always spoke for their entire group. Though he was not an official member of the Potters nor the Weasleys, everyone always looked up to him as their older brother. He was the voice of reason amongst the cousins, and more often than not was he the peace delegator between the parents and the kids when someone was in trouble. Now, in this situation, the cousins were expecting him to decide.

"Is it safe to tell them?" Lily asked.

Teddy cast Muffliato before speaking. "Well, I mean, they already know what happens, so don't you think they deserve to know the details surrounding it?"

"While that's a reasonable choice and all," Lucy interrupted. "What if they try to stop this from happening?"

"Why do you say that like it's a bad thing?" Louis asked. "It'd be brilliant to have our uncle in the future!"

"Louis, that's magnificent, but there are two very good reasons why Uncle Fred should stay dead and they're sitting right here with us," Molly answered, looking over to Roxanne and Fred.

"Yeah, or would you rather not have us around?" Fred asked.

Louis rolled his eyes. "Fine, whatever. But I still think we should tell them."

"Can't we just Obliviate them before we leave?" James asked Teddy.

"That seems fair," Teddy agreed. He looked at the rest of the group. "Do we all agree on this?"

Several heads nodded at once and Teddy lifted the Muffliato Charm.

"Okay, here's what we decided," Teddy addressed the group from the past. There were several tear-stained faces looking up at him. "We will answer any of your questions about the future, but I will have to Obliviate each and every one of you before we leave. We can't have you messing up our lives by trying to change something."

"Certainly not!" Molly said. "I am going to save my son and I will not allow you to alter my memory!"

"Mollywobbles, please be more understanding," Arthur said. "I'm sure they have a good reason for this."

"After all, terrible things happen to wizards who meddle with time," Remus said, smiling at Hermione.

Molly began to protest further, but George interrupted her. "Okay, yeah, we all agree to your conditions. Can you tell us what happens now?"

Teddy looked at Roxanne and Fred. "Do you want to tell them, or shall I?" He asked.

Roxanne and Fred exchanged glances and both understood they agreed with each other. "Well, we'd really rather not," Fred said.

Teddy nodded.

"Fred, George, I'm sure you both know there's a war going on in this time period." Both nodded. "At the final battle at Hogwarts, there was an explosion caused by a Death Eater over by where Fred was fighting. He - well, he didn't make it."

Molly let out another loud sob.

"Wow... well that's... wow," Fred said, dumbfounded.

"If you excuse us, Fred and I -" George said.

"- Need to step outside for a moment," Fred finished.

Teddy nodded and the twins left the room.

"I think it's best for us to take a break for a moment and we can finish introductions when everyone's in a better mood," He said. The room slowly emptied one-by-one, until there was only Molly being comforted by Arthur.

"We have to change this."