A/N: This is inspired by/crossover with another fic I'm writing about my character of Petunia. However most of the necessary details should be evident in the fic. All you need to know is that early on the first of September 1996 Minerva MacGonagall received a letter from her future self asking her to admit a student by the name of Petunia Edwards into Hogwarts sixth year. The letter contained just enough information to cause her to agree, and later said morning Miss Petunia Edwards appeared at Kings Cross Station and boarded the Hogwarts express.

I don't own Harry Potter or anything you recognise

This chapter starts one afternoon in November 1996 or Harry's 6th year at Hogwarts

Molly Weasley sat in the living room of her home 'The Burrow' enjoying a cup of tea as a pair of darning needles worked nearby darning a large pile of socks belonging to her various family members.

Although she was quite comfortable she could not stop herself from glancing at the grandfather clock, which contained hands representing each member of the family, a little more often than should

have been necessary. The hands representing her husband Arthur and oldest children were currently pointing to 'Work' and those representing the youngest two at, 'School'. It was just as they should

have been but given the nature of some of the 'work' they did it didn't reassure her much; at least none of them was pointed to 'Mortal Peril'. She sighed and sipped her tea.

Suddenly she heard a muffled popping sound, followed by a thud, coming from upstairs. Her eyes went immediately to the clock but none of the hands had moved. Alarmed she got to her feet and

drew her wand as she heard the sound of someone descending the stairs. After a minute or so a head peeked round the doorframe, peered around the room and when it spotted Molly jumped

sideways to revel that it belonged to a teenage girl.

"Don't be alarmed, I'm unarmed!" said the girl, "ooh that rhymes."

She grinned and stepped fully into the room holding her hands out to show they were empty and stood there letting Molly examine her. She was approximately 14 years old, tall and gangly, but her

most distinguishing feature was her hair, Molly recognised it as 'Weasley red', but she didn't recognise the girl.

"Who are you?" asked Molly, "How did you get here?"

"Time-travel" said the girl, answering the second question first, and after letting that set in for a moment, "My name is Jocelyn Potter-Weasley."

Molly sat down heavily into the chair, lowering her wand, she couldn't deny the truth of what the girl said, the Weasley hair was unmistakeable and as this girl was underage there was no way she could

have apparated into the house.

"Hi Grandma Molly" said Jocelyn smiling again and sitting herself in a chair.

"Potter-Weasley.." said Molly, "you're Ginny and Harry's daughter?"

"Nup" replied Jocelyn, "Arnaud and Petunia's."

"Arnaud and Petunia?"

"Arnaud Weasley son of Bill and Fleur, and Petunia Potter, daughter of Harry"

"You're my great-granddaughter"

"Yep"

"Well then come over and give me a hug."

"What are you doing here?" asked Molly after giving the girl a hug "You shouldn't be messing with time-travel" she said reprovingly.

"Don't worry I'll be gone in half an hour, I just wanted to reassure you-" began Jocelyn

"Don't tell me anything about the future, I don't want to complicate things" interrupted Molly

"I was just going to tell you about your grandchildren"

"Well I suppose that might be okay." said Molly, clearly warming to the topic, "So Harry and Ginny don't end up together?"

"No"

"But Bill and Fleur do?"

"Yep, they should already be engaged aren't they?"

"Yes I wasn't sure that it would last though."

"Well several kids and grandkids later they're still together."

"Seven kids"

"Nope only five, my Dad is the oldest, I think Granddad would have liked more but Fleur put her foot down after the twins. Fred and Angelina had seven though."

"Angelina, Angelina Johnson?"

"Yep, quite a story, apparently they dated a bit in 5th year, had a fight and hated each other for over a year, then they got back together and got married pretty quick and their first son was born

exactly 11 months later. Then the twins came along a year after that, well the first set, then they kept coming."

"And the others? What of my other children?"

"George and May had only two kids, May's a muggle, he met her when the twins opened a muggle branch of their shop. Charlie and Theodora had the 3…"

"Theodora?"

"Oh, you mightn't have heard of her yet, Theodora Richards, she's Ron's age, bit of an age difference between her and Charlie but they made it work. Ron and Hermione had 4 sons, Hermione would

have stopped at 3, Ron wanted more, 4 was a compromise."

Molly smiled, "I knew they would get together. But what happened with Harry and Ginny, I had hoped..." she trailed off

"They did date for a bit, I'm not sure what happened though, but Ginny and Neville is a great story."

"Neville Longbottom?"

"Yes, they went to the Yule ball together in third year did you know, but they didn't get together until long after Hogwarts, they had four sons as well."

"And Percy?"

"He and Claire had just the one daughter."

"Claire?"

"Claire McCubbin"

"Oh yes Danielle's daughter. I have a granddaughter!"

"Four actually, Bill and Fleur's third child, Charlie and Theodora's middle, and also the youngest of Fred and Angelina's second set of twins."

Suddenly there was heard a sound to which Molly was began to become accustomed, only this time the popping sound was much closer and it kept coming. With each pop another figure appeared,

children and teenagers, many with characteristic red hair started filling the living room.