'James, darling?'

The sweet voice of a young woman echoed throughout the house.

'Please, would you get your FAT ARSE up here and tell me what the FUCK is going on?'

Rose Weasley had been having a brilliant day that Christmas Eve. The whole clan of Weasleys had gathered at Potter Manor for a day of festivities. Now, the adults had dressed up and trotted off to a Ministry ball, making the poor decision of leaving a large number of rowdy teenagers in their wake. At 12 Grimmauld Place ,(or Potter Manor as it was now referred to), in the living room Hugo and Teddy were engaged in a riveting match of wizards chess as James and Freddie huddled whispering in the corner, giggling like schoolgirls over a new toy they had found. In the kitchen, Scorpius and Al, (unlikely best friends), played Exploding snap at the kitchen table, chatting mindlessly about quidditch and girls and quidditch.

If you were to venture upstairs, you would find Lily, Lucy, Victoire and Victoire's best friend Alice Longbottom. They were engaged in the cliché activity of sitting around, painting nails, braiding hair and talking about 'cute boys'. Across the hall in the vast library was Molly Weasley, reading a book, on something highly exciting, no doubt. Next to her was the beautiful, yet vivaciously alternative, Dominique Weasley. As she did every day, she sat by herself writing a yearning letter to her girlfriend, Evangeline. Evangeline was a student at Beauxbatons and as far as everyone new, (including Dominique), could be a fifty year old man called Dennis, drinking butterbeer in his underwear in the basement of his mother's house. In that case, at least she would be dating a man and her grandmother may speak to her for the first time in two years. The last of the group were in the dining room, making ginger bread houses, like the children they were at heart. This was the captivatingly handsome ladies' man, Louis Weasley and his cousin Roxanne with their joint best friend Eloise Finnegan, although everyone seemed to call her 'Weez' for short.

As it happens, Rose wasn't completely truthful. In fact she had been having the worst few days of her life. It all started when James and Freddie got a little bored and decided to bewitch a sprig of mistletoe to trap any two people who stood beneath it until they kissed and were set free. It all started in good jest and laughter until yesterday, December 23rd. Rose had been strolling through the house having a nice conversation with Teddy, her brother in everything but blood, when her feet were suddenly glued to the floor. After they both looked up and spotted the white berries and simultaneously winced, they decided to get it over with and never speak of it again. I should note that at this point, Teddy and his girlfriend Victoire had been going strong for two years now with a proposal in the air any day now, (or so the family predicted). Also, after being friends since the first day of Hogwarts, Scorpius had only worked up the nerve to ask Rose out just a few days ago, to which she had happily accepted. As Teddy and Rose's reluctant lips just began to touch, through the kitchen door walked Victoire and Scorpius, as luck would have it. To make long story short, both relationships had come to a prompt end, no matter the tears and pleas of the offenders. Christmas Eve had been awkward at best.

Back to present day, Rose had been strolling through the house on her own, seeing as her whole family now regarded her as a 'double-whammy' of a homewrecker, when she noticed that Uncle Harry's office door had been pushed open very slightly, a door that was almost always locked. After cautiously peering through the entrance, she could clearly see an open draw, an empty box and the lid to this box with a clear 'CAUTION, POWERFUL MAGIC' stamp upon it. This, of course, was no doubt the work of her mischievous cousins, James and Freddie. As she thundered down the stairs, curious heads peeked from their respective rooms. In the living room, 11 curious teens entered behind a fuming Rose waving the empty box over her head. A cacophony of sound broke out as everyone shouted at once.

'What have you done?!'

'No, Teddy, leave me alone, I don't want to talk to you'

'What's happening?'

'I don't get it!'

'Stop being a pussy Scorp, you don't need that slag!'

'James, you utter idiot!'

'You're looking, urm…, very, urm…, nice today Weez...'

'Vic, please. Let me explain!'

'Stop pushing me!'

'Urm…, thanks Al?'

'Stop it, my nails are still wet!'

'Oh, well done Rose, you've made me drop it!'

'Isn't that a time turner?'

'WHAT!'

And then the noise ended, because there was no noise. The whole group of arguing youths was thrust into a tangle of limbs and time. They span and twisted and morphed into each other. And then it was over as they collapsed onto a grimy wooden floor with an almighty thud.

'Who are you, and how did you get in here?', growled a man with a walking stick and one eye…