It was, as imagined, extremely awkward for everyone as Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Ginny, brought Hugo, Lily, Lorcan, and Lysamder upstairs. They each quietly changed into the clothes they were given, and meet outside Harry and Ron's room.

Not being able to take the awkward silence, Lysander gulped before walking up to Harry, "Hello, Uncle Harry."

Harry was taken aback, his eyes widened, but still answered, "Hello…" 

"Lysander. I get that this is awkward for you, but I don't want to be on bad terms."

Harry nodded slightly, "Thanks, Lysander."

Lily smiled, "I have an idea! Why don't we try to get to know each other more! We can each ask questions that have to be answered truthfully. We'll make it like a game."

"Like a game?" A voice said from behind them. Fred and George stood there, George leaning on the wall, making it evident that he was the one who spoke. "If it's a game, can we join."

Lorcan grinned, "Of course."

They entered Ron and Harry's room, either sitting on the bed, or the floor in between, "I say oldest to youngest, by year you were born." Fred smirked. There were some complaints, but they agreed to it in the end. "My question is for Ickle Ronniekins. Fancy Hermione now, do you?" He knew he should have used his question to ask about the future, but he feared the worst. He heard of all the childrens cousins, but he didn't hear about his children, or Charlie's. He understood Charlie, Fred just assumed he was still single. Charlie had never shown interest in marrying or children. But him, he had wanted a family as chaotic as his own someday. He didn't want to think he was dead, maybe he just hadn't found the right person. He knew he couldn't ask in front of George, because if he did die, he wasn't sure George could handle it.

Fred was so caught up in his thoughts, he didn't snap back to reality until he heard George cackling beside him. He looked at Ron, and his bright red face was enough to clear him of his morbid thoughts. "Er. Er…Er." Ron stuttered, "Maybe?" 

George smirked, "Come on, Ickle Ronniekins, that's not a sufficient answer." Fred nodded.

"Fine. YES!" He practically screamed it, obviously too embarrassed to do anything about it.  

"Alright, my turn." George started. Fred suddenly became very nervous, frightened that he would ask about his future, as he had made fun of George's earlier. "What's our future jobs." Fred let out a breath that he didn't realize he had been holding. 

Hugo frowned, "That's too many parts to one question. I'll tell you this: You created, own and run your own joke shop." Fred and George smiled at each other and high-fived, that was their dream. But Fred hadn't failed to notice that Hugo skidded around everyone's profession, and how he didn't mention Fred in the joke shop. Fred's nerves came back, maybe he really was dead. He decided he would ask them as soon as George wasn't around. Though deep inside, he knew he didn't really want to know the answer. 

Hermione had already begun her question: Was the war over? Fred fiddled with his thumbs as he awaited the answer. "Yes. The war ended on the 2nd of May, 1998." Lorcan supplied. Fred couldn't ignore the glances the future children gave him. They were so discreet that he knew he was the only one who saw it, possibly because he was already so paranoid. It was enough to make his heart sink, though.

"Hugo? How are Hermione and I as parents?" Ron asked in barely a whisper. 

George chuckled, and turned to Fred, whom he was shocked to see had a solemn expression on, "You okay, Freddie?" 

Fred forced a fake smile on his face, "Yeah."

George gave him a genuine smile back, "Me too."

"… So all in all you're bloody brilliant." Hugo finished. Though neither Fred nor George heard the beginning part. "Your turn Uncle Harry." 

Harry contemplated his question, "Is Voldemort gone?" Most of the present people flinched. Lily laughed, "He died the day the war ended, over 10 years before we were born." Harry smiled at his future daughter. 

Ginny looked at Lily, "Tell me a little about your siblings." 

"Well what did I already say?" Lily asked, filing her brain for what to say.

"That James Sirius is 19, a Gryffindor, and a troublemaker. Albus Severus is a Slytherin, and looks just like Harry." George told her.

"Okay. James loves quidditch, pranking, causing trouble. He knows he's irresponsible too. It's a miracle he graduated. He looks like Dad, but Mum's eyes, and Dad tries to stop people from saying, 'You have your mother's eyes' to him." This got a few chuckles, "Albus is 17, and Headboy this year, well the year we were in. He was awful. Uncle George even compared him to Uncle Percy it had gotten so bad. He's very secluded from others. Really only talks to Rose and Scorpius, who are his best friends." Lily ended.

"Scorpius is a Malfoy, but in our time, they changed." Hugo added.

 Ron scoffed, "The Malfoys? Change?" 

Lysander nodded, "He's very nice." 

Lily smiled, "My question! For Dad: How are you feeling, about us?" She wanted to ask Ginny too, but knew someone would tell her her question had to many parts.

Harry looked out the window, "It's a shock, really. But I'm also excited and relieved I live to tell the tale of killing Voldemort, and that I can live my life to the fullest." 

Fred was getting more nervous by the millisecond. Harry was alive and well to an extent. But him, he had no proof he was even ALIVE. And he had so much evidence in the opposite direction. He awaited Hugo's question anxiously, because he thought Hugo was the one as smart as Hermione. He was not disappointed when Hugo asked about what the current conditions were in the war.

"No one believes he's back." Ron answered simply. Hugo looked as if he wanted a more details, but Lorcan had already begun to ask his question.

"What's your favourite or least favourite magical creature?"

"Lorcan. Why?" Hugo asked, exasperated. 

"My parents are naturalists and my great-grandfather is Newt Scamander. I get the right to know!" He counteracted, "I'll go first. I'll go first! Mine favourite's a niffler."

Lysander shrugged, "It's a valid question. And it can tell about everyone's personality. My favorite is a Crup. We have two at home named Cooper and Apollo."

Fred still wasn't his usual cheery self, but he said, "My favourite is a phoenix." George looked him, though he didn't say anything about the glum behavior, instead saying, "My least favourite creature is lethifold. I hate that story."

Hugo smiled, "I love Sphinx's they are extremely intelligent."

Harry muttered, "Only when you aren't facing them." He looked at Lorcan, "I like Hippogryphs."

Ron shuttered, "I dislike acromantulas." 

Ginny stared blankly, "I can't stand basilisks."

"My favourite is a werewolf!" Lily smiled, "They're just misunderstood. Like Teddy's father."

"Teddy? Who's Teddy?" Harry asked curiously. 

Lily's smile widened, "Teddy Lupin. He's your future godson."

"Professor Lupin's son?" George questioned. He was met with only a nod.

Hermione gave her input, "They're a magical being, but I'd have to say house elves. I started this group called S.P.E.W. which stands for…"

"The Society for The Promotion of Elfish Welfare. I know, Mum." Hugo said.

"My turn!" Lysander smiled, "Fr… Uncle Fred, why do you look so down."