Hi guys, minor author's note a good many years later:

I'm quite chuffed at the continued hits on this story even though I cringe as I go back to it. If you came here after checking out Fixing a Family... please don't judge me for how... bad(!) this is. I wrote this when I was... let's say, much younger than I am now (obviously).

Now, if you didn't come here from Fixing a Family, I encourage you to check that one out, as I'm actually quite proud of it! :)

If you're not afraid of reading a youngster's first shot at (fan)fiction, you may proceed.


It was twenty-two years after the famous defeat of Voldemort. The Potter family was living happily in their home, like any family.

Harry and Ginny's youngest, Lily, had just finished her first year at Hogwarts. Harry and Ginny had been planning a great summer vacation – one that would actually last a full year where they'd be. That day, they approached their three children to tell them where they would be going.

"Do you three want to meet your grandparents, my parents, and their friends?" said Harry. Ginny had a huge smile plastered across her face.

"Are you serious?" blurted Albus.

"Yes, we are," the parents said.

"We have it all set up," said Ginny. "We're all going be in the same year. We'll be taking potions that age and de-age us as required. Lily will appear four years older, Albus two, and James can stay his age. Your father and I will go back to our appearances when we were in sixth year. Of course, our knowledge will remain the same."

"We'll keep our names, also. Being overcautious just ruins the fun. Besides, I like are names and don't want to substitute them." Harry said. "So what if the people get suspicious? They won't be able to hurt us or anything, since we don't belong to their time. We'll be as safe as ever."

"And be able to mess with their minds a little," Ginny added. They all smiled at this remark. James grinned mischievously.

James, eager as ever now, asked, "When are we going?"

Harry and Ginny answered in a happy tone, "How about… tomorrow?"

The smiles on their three children's faces were enough of an answer for Harry and Ginny.

The next morning, the entire household was up earlier. They were beginning to prepare. Harry brought his cloak for the children, not him. After all, as Dumbledore once said, "I don't need a cloak to be invisible."

Next, it was time for the aging and de-aging to happen. Harry went to Lily first. He waved his want in an intricate pattern and muttered "four" under his breath. Before everyone's eyes, Lily became a tall and pretty sixteen year old. It was still her, of course. Just surprisingly similar and different. After doing the wand motion to Albus and saying "two," Albus also became 16. There wasn't as much difference as Lily; he was only becoming two years older. Now, the three children were eager to see what their parents looked like when they were both sixteen. As Harry did the pattern on Ginny in a totally opposite way, they heard him say "twenty-three." Lily was astounded at how much she looked like her. Ginny de-aged Harry for him. After saying "twenty-four," the whole family was now sixteen.

"Now, for who we're going to be…" Harry began

"I thought we'd be keeping our names!" James said.

"I meant our relationship," Harry said. "I can't be sixteen and have three children, right?"

"Technically, you could," James said.

"Whatever. James, Albus, and I will be triplets. Your mother and Lily will be twins. It's amazing how our natural appearances helped us plan this," said Harry.

"If you call me mum or him dad by accident, you three could always call it off as a sarcastic remark. You know, how people do that…" Ginny piped in. "Oh, and I'm Ginny Potter. James, as in Harry's dad, will probably go crazy to find out he we're related to him. Let him decipher it on his own, but don't rule out the whole possibility of us being related."

For the final part, which was arriving there, Harry and Ginny did a synchronizing wand movement around the family and said "forty-four" together.

They found themselves outside of Hogwarts. The summer vacation, aka sixth year, had begun.