Family reunion
Disclaimer: Let me think here. Nope haven't bought the rights to Harry Potter since the last time I wrote a Harry Potter fic
AN: has anyone thought about how bad an idea to let Hermione and Ron breed. That level of smarts with reckless Gryffindor bravery?
Harry Potter head auror, despite the attempts of the idiot ministers who came after Shacklebolt, look up as his sectary came into the room. "Sir. We're getting reports of weird phenomena coming from just outside Ottery St. Catchpole." Harry look at his calendar. "Just the Weasley family reunion."
"You mean that they are coming?" Ask the sectary going white enough that he could of pass for a Hogwarts ghost.
"That's right the grandchildren of Ron and Hermione heading here." The sectary, much to Harry's humor, fainted.
At the burrow the grand children started arriving first came the ball of light that drift thought the ceiling.
"Don't know what's so great about giving up your physical form. What's is this ascension thing Elaine did, again dear?" Ron commented. Heirmonie sigh and start to explain to her husband. There was a knock on the door and it open without anyone getting up. In walked a teenaged girl who seems to have more advance parts then moody did, accompanied by another pale teenaged girl.
"How are you Victoria? And your golem companion kos-mos I think you call here?"
"Honestly grandfather, she's a magic-tech robot made of nanoprobes, different concept entirely."
A group of rings appeared then disappeared leaving yet another teenaged girl. "How's outer space Laura?"
"Terrific. I discover all sorts of new plant's I can't wait to try in potions." After that came a phone boot and out came a older teenaged boy and his muggle companion.
"There you are Clay. You know I don't approve you of traipsing around time and space, even if you aren't violating ministry rules." Scold Hermione. A energy like a blue geyser shot out then settle into a pool and out of it jump yet another teenaged child this time a boy. "Hello Nathaniel, how long before that timer of yours runs out?"
"I got a little more then a day before I have to leave grandfather." Answered the boy.
Outside the burrow a group was preparing to attack. "Okay for the memory of our glorious Lord Voldemort we will kill these mud-bloods. This will be easy, I even hear that some of the grandchildren have combined some of the lesser muggle arts call sciences with their magic." At this the group burst out into roaring laughter. Pity the poor death eaters.