Guys, I have a Sirius problem with keeping up with my stories, I tend to not bother updating them, I always say, I'm definitely going to update this one, and I never do, I'm hoping (as it's the summer holidays ) that I'll update this one, but if I don't I'm sorry! XD Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading this, I know it's been done before, but hopefully mine will be different :D I wish I owned it, but all credit goes to Jo ;) ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"I knew it!" yelled Ron, punching the air. "You always get away with stuff!"
"They were bound to clear you," said Hermione, who had looked positively faint with anxiety when Harry had entered the kitchen and was now holding a shaking hand over her eyes, "there was no case against you, none at all."
"Everyone seems quite relieved, though, considering you all knew I'd get off," said Harry, smiling.
Mrs. Weasley was wiping her face on her apron, and Fred, George and Ginny were doing a kind of war dance to a chant that went: "He got off, he got off, he got off...
Suddenly a huge CRASH was heard and everyone stopped talking, it was silent until…
"OHMYGOD JAMES, GET OF ME, I CAN'T BREATH!"
"Lily, I'm right next to you, you don't have to scream!
"Seriously, Hugo, shut up, he's hurting me!"
"Teddy! You're on my leg!"
"Oh, sorry Victorie!"
"FRED! Stop licking me!"
"Ewww, Fred that's disgusting!"
A laugh was heard through the chaos.
"It's not funny! I can't move my hand to wipe it of! Rose get off me!"
There were more moans and groans heard as the mysterious bundle unravelled themselves to produce 13 children.
Molly went to run out but Arthur stopped her, "It could be DeathEaters!" He whispered.
"Oh Arthur don't be silly they're just children!"
"Draco's a child and he's a Deatheater!" Ron called out.
"I highly doubt that Ronald!" Hermione retorted.
Everyone pulled out their wands and walk forward to the hall to inspect what was going on.
"GRANDMA MOLLY!" A young girl with dark red hair and brown eyes called out and ran at Molly.
"Grandma?" Molly questioned. The girl started to cry.
"Hey lily, stop crying!" A young boy identical to Harry said and walk over and hugged her.
"Can someone tell me what the devil is going on here!" Mad Eye Moody yelled.
And out break of, "It was his fault!", "No it was her fault! was heard.
Then a boy, or rather a young man who looked the age of 21 with shocking bright blue hair stepped forward.
"Err, it wasn't anyone particular fault I don't think, but I think, we're from the future".
