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A/N – This is being written for the Twin Time Travel Challenge on Sink Into Your Eyes. Basically the entire Weasley family along with Harry and Hermione are in the Burrow before Harry's fifth year when they hear the sounds of Apparition from the living room and find 2 young children who say their names are James and Lily and call Harry and Ginny Mum and Dad. The challenge was to explain their presence and solve whatever problems arrive.

Thanks to my fantastic beta, teenelizabeth, for doing such a wonderful job!

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Everyone stared on in mute shock, some with their wands still out, until finally the children seemed to notice that something was amiss. They came together in the middle of the room and quickly put their heads close together, whispering quite audibly.

"I don't think we're in yesterday, James!" Lily whispered.

"Mum and Dad look funny…" James replied, studying Harry and Ginny closely.

"Yeah…they look more like Teddy and the cousins and less like normal," Lily replied, brow creasing in a frown.

"Well, Uncle George did say it was exponential!" he chirped, a bit louder.

"That's not what he said! He said it was existential!" the girl cried, all pretense of whispering gone.

After this lovely display of vocabulary, Hermione finally found her tongue. "Excuse me, I think the word you are looking for is experimental," she said kindly.

The children looked at her and nodded. "Yes, that's it!"

Molly was now back on her feet and ready to spring into action. "James, Lily?" she said hesitantly.

The two children immediately ceased their conversation and looked up at her expectantly.

"Why don't we sit down and have a little chat, dears?"

"All right, Grammy!" they chorused.

Lily gasped dramatically as she looked around. "Where's the sofa?"

"What sofa, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked, looking quite frazzled.

"The new sofa that Aunt Angelina and Uncle George got you for your birthday! The nice brown one."

"Maybe they don't have the sofa in yesterday…" James mused.

Fred and George exchanged a loaded glance at the mention of "Aunt Angelina."

"Bloody hell!" said Ron, who had just now found his way into the room and was seeing the children for the first time.

"Ronald! Watch your language in front of the children!" Hermione snapped.

"Ronald Weasley don't make me Scourgify your mouth!" Molly shouted.

He winced at this threat and mumbled a quick apology. "Where did they come from?" he asked.

"That is what we are trying to figure out!" Hermione replied heatedly.

The two then began to row in earnest. Meanwhile, Harry was muttering about Dark Magic and Fred and George were now chatting gleefully about the fact that, since the children spoke of "Uncle George" and "experimental products" together, they must have a joke shop somewhere in the future. Mrs. Weasley had had enough.

"QUIET!" she bellowed, causing everyone to cease and desist. "Arthur, Harry, Ginny, James and Lily, stay put. Everyone else, back to your dinner RIGHT THIS INSTANT."

Everyone else was out of there faster than you could say Voldemort. Molly then led the children to the couch and sat them down, waving her wand and causing chairs to zoom over for the rest of them.

"Now, dears, tell me, how old are you?" Mrs. Weasley asked gently.

"You forgot?" James asked, clearly astounded.

"Six and a half!" Lily piped up.

"Both of you?" Harry replied.

"Daddy, you know we're twins!" Lily exclaimed, looking at him rather incredulously.

"What are your full names?" Ginny asked, speaking for the first time since leaving the table. The two sighed but humored her.

"James Sirius Potter."

"Lily Ginevra Potter."

Ginny gasped at hearing the girl's middle name and asked a bit frantically, "Who are your parents?"

The twins now shared a look that clearly said they thought all of the adults were out of their minds before they pointed to Harry and Ginny.

"How did you get here?" Mr. Weasley asked.

They looked puzzled. "Mum and Dad brought us over. We always come on Sundays."

"What year were you born?" Harry interjected.

"2005," they replied in unison.

Molly swayed in her chair and had to fan herself for a moment.

"What's wrong, Grammy?"

"This is the year 1995 - ten years before you were born," she said faintly.

"Oops," Lily whispered.

"Cool!" James said. "We went back a lot farther than yesterday!"

"How did you get here?" Mr. Weasley asked once more.

"Well, we were hiding behind the new sofa and listening to Uncle George and Daddy talk about a new extraterrestrial product," James began.

"That's not what he said!" Lily broke in. "I told you it was experiential."

"That's what I said!" the boy huffed. The others looked on in slight amusement, but Mrs. Weasley cleared her throat, getting them back on track.

"Uncle George made it to help with Daddy's work. He's made him lots of things. Clothes that shield spells and tracking devices and decoys that make mum spitting mad when we set them off in the house," Lily provided.

"They don't distract her much any more…" James muttered. "She walloped me good that last time."

"What did he have that he made for me?" Harry asked.

"It was a Time Thingamabob!" James yelled, waving his arms about.

"A Time Turner?" Arthur asked.

"No! A Time Thingamabob! It's a round circle thing."

"A globe," Lily supplied. "It was gold with funny silver etchings we couldn't read."

"Aunt Hermione read it!" James suddenly recalled. Harry and Ginny suddenly exchanged a grin at this information, though quickly averted their eyes.

"Where is it now?" Harry asked.

The children looked puzzled and shrugged.

"Accio Time Globe!" Mrs. Weasley said and from underneath the sofa a small golden ball zoomed into her hands.

Harry leaned close and inspected it. It was close to the size of a Muggle baseball and was, indeed, gold with what he recognized as silver runes etched into the service. It hung from a thick silver chain and looked very heavy.

"May I?" Harry asked.

Mrs. Weasley passed it to him, and he was surprised to find it to be quite lightweight.

"Should we have Hermione look at it? She's studying Ancient Runes."

Mr. Weasley nodded and went to fetch her. A sudden sound of something exploding and a great peel of laughter erupted from the kitchen, causing Mrs. Weasley to turn beet red and leap to her feet, charging from the room.

"They were looking at it, and Uncle George was telling Daddy how to work it. He said it could take you back and forth in time! From yesterday to a long time away. He also said he was working some bugs out, and it would be fixed soon. Suddenly, Mummy started screaming about abstractions…" James continued.

"DID NOT!" Lily screeched. "It was contractions!"

"All right then, contractions, Miss Know-it-all!" James glowered. "And Daddy got all pale, shoved the Time Thingy at Uncle George, and ran out of the room. He put it in his pocket, but the chain was hanging out."

"And Grammy started screaming for George to round up all the children and take them out to play. When he jumped up it slipped out." However, Lily now began to fidget nervously, and Harry was positive that there was something more behind that particular bit of story.

"So when he ran out of the room, we grabbed it and were looking at it. We opened it like this," James said as he reached over and grabbed it from Harry. The little boy twisted the globe a bit, and it sprang open, emitting a faint blue glow. "We poked at it like this." He began punching at tiny little gold buttons.

"Ooh, look, James! A lever!" Lily exclaimed in delight.

"We didn't move the lever!"

Lily reached over and flicked it several notches to the right.

"We didn't move the lever! We're just showing them what happened!" James argued, shoving the lever left, but taking it several notches past its original position. "And then nothing happened, so Lily told me to twist the red knob and I did, like this!"

Harry and Ginny sensed danger at this exclamation and made a mad grab for the thing; however James was faster. His chubby little fingers gave the knob a hard twist, and, suddenly, everyone in the room felt the distinct sensation of being squeezed through a tiny, airless tube.