-Arises from the dead- Hey guys, what's up?
Juuuust kidding. I haven't died between now and August. I've just kind of, y'know, ignored this story for nearly a year. BUT I HAVE GOOD REASONS!
You see, I recently found out about the greatness that is Doctor Who back in November, and I've been chillin' out in that fandom and sort of abandoned this one. Oops.
And also, I tend to procrastinate (but I think that's pretty obvious). Plus, I noticed last night that my review alerts were off. I don't know why, but I must've accidentally turned it off or something. Usually, when I check my email and see that someone's reviewed, I go "oh, I guess I better update my story." But since I haven't been receiving emails from FFN lately I kind of just…forgot.
Anyways, enjoy!

Oh, and yeah. I changed my pen name. I was Remembering the Marauders, but I changed back to my original pen name, AllyKnight.

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I wouldn't be publishing stories on this website. I thought that was a bit obvious.

Rose woke up just in time to see the small stack of parcels on her bed for a short second just before her cousin jumped on her and started screaming.

"IT'S CHRISTMAS ROSIE! THEY EVEN GOT US PRESENTS! HURRY UP, LET'S OPEN THEM!"

Rose pushed Lily off of her and slowly got out of bed. "I see that, Lils. How could they have gotten us presents though? They only just found out that we even existed last night."

Lily shrugged. "I dunno. But they gave us presents! Let's open them!"

Rose looked around the tent and saw that Hugo, Al, and James were up already, though they looked particularly groggy and all three of them were staring at their beds longingly. She figured her cousin used the same method to get her out of bed to them.

"Hurry up so we can go to sleep again," Hugo groaned.

Rose nodded. "All right then. You go first then Lily, seeing as you seem to be the most enthusiastic about this."

The red head beamed and ran straight to the pile of gifts on her bed. She grabbed the first one on the top and frantically began tearing the wrapping paper off, grinning like an idiot.

"It's a Skiving Snackbox," She grinned. "This will definitely come in handy once we go back to our own time."

"You know we're not allowed to use them though; our parents made Uncle George swear not to give them to us," Al complained. "Something about not wanting us to skip classes."

"Who cares?" James grinned, grabbing a parcel from his own pile that was shaped like a Skiving Snackbox. "I bet we all have one. Go on, open them. We need an excuse to get out of one of Binns's classes, after all."

"Good point," Albus agreed, now grabbing his Snackbox-shaped parcel. With little hesitation, Rose went on and grabbed her present as well.

Within a matter of minutes, the floor of the tent was littered with wrapping paper and there were new presents all about the room. Yes, it wasn't as much as they usually received every Christmas, but it was a good amount considering that they weren't actually expecting anything. Rose had received a copy of Hogwarts: A History from her mother. She already had a copy back in her own time, but this version was so interesting. It wasn't full of details about the Battle of Hogwarts or her Uncle Harry like her own copy. It didn't mention her family at all, actually. It made her parents and her plethora of aunts and uncles actually seem…normal.

The five of them have also received their own Weasley jumpers, which they would be able to add to their other dozen or so back at home, and some mince pies. Harry and Ron both pooled their money together to get an assortment of Chocolate Frogs, Sugar Quills, Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, Acid Pops and Fizzing Whizzbees for the five of them. How they had all had managed to do all of this in one night was a mystery to Rose.

"Happy Christmas!" A friendly voice called from the entrance of the tent. Molly Weasley entered the tet with a tray with mugs of hot chocolate on top. "Breakfast is ready, but I brought you lot hot chocolate!"

"Thanks grandmum," Al and James said in unison, each grabbing a mug for themselves. "And thank you for the gifts," Albus added. "We feel terrible that we haven't anything to give."

"Oh, nonsense," The elderly woman smiled. "Your company was a gift itself. I hope the jumpers fit you all right – I had to guess the sizes."

"They're perfect, thanks," Rose assured. "If you don't mind me asking, how did you find the time to make these?"

"Oh, I was up all night working on them," Molly explained. "With the help of Phleg-Fleur and Ginny, of course. The others would have helped, but they went to Hogsmeade overnight to get something for all of you."

"Thank you grandma, I love all of my gifts!" Lily gave Molly a tight hug, then pulled away to grab a mug from the tray she was holding."

"It was nothing, Lily dear," She smiled. "Now I want all of you to freshen up – we have some special guests over at the moment."

The five of them were now trudging through the thick snow to get to the Burrow.

"Who do you think the special guest are?" Hugo asked excitedly.

"Maybe Dumbledore?" Albus suggested.

"What if it's Voldemort?" James asked.

"Now you're just talking rubbish. Why would they invite Voldemort to the Burrow for Christmas?" Hugo asked.

"Maybe they decided it was time for an awesome battle between him and dad?" He suggested.

Lily slapped his arm. "Why would they want that? They're trying to protect dad from Voldemort, not see who would win in a battle."

"Well excuse me for hoping for a bit of excitement."

"Enough of this," Rose ordered before the two of them started arguing. "When do you think Teddy will show up?"

"Who cares? We just got here!" Hugo said.

"Do you think he even got the – "

"Happy Christmas!" A voice interrupted. Rose realized that they were all standing outside the entrance of the Burrow, and Hermione Granger was standing at the doorway smiling at them.

"Happy Christmas!" Lily replied. Hugo rushed inside to discover who the special guests were, not even bothering to say hello to his teenage mother.

"Where are they? Who're the special guests?" He asked, tracking snow all over the floor.

"Here they are then, Hugo," Molly replied, gesturing to two people sitting on one of the couches. They were both drinking hot chocolate themselves and they looked as if they just got out of a deep conversation with Harry and Ron, who were sitting across from them. The woman was small, almost pixie-like with mousy brown hair. The man next to her looked gray and tired and he looked like he could use a new set of robes, for his were tattered and worn.

"Well that's rubbish," Hugo said, crestfallen. "I was hoping it would be Father Christmas." Al nudged Hugo's side with his elbow, indicating for him to shut up.

"It's all right then," the woman smiled. Rose noted that she looked like the type of person who was always happy and carefree, though the dark times they were currently going through made it hard for her to smile. "I'm Tonks."

The man next to her stood up and shook each of their hands. "Remus Lupin," he introduced. "We've heard so much about you already."

Rose immediately understood who the couple was. She locked eyes with Albus and mouthed "Teddy's parents" to him. Her cousin nodded, mouthing "I know" back at her.

"I'm Rose Weasley, Ron and Hermione's daughter," She shook hands with Tonks and Lupin, giving each of them a friendly smile. "My brother is the one that thought you were Father Christmas,"

"That reminds us,"

"The two of us –"

"-wrote a song-"

"-for Ron and Hermione!" The twins said, clearly eager to share this song with the others.

"Ready Fred?"

"Ready George."

"Ron and Hermione sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

"First comes love,"

"Then comes marriage,"

"Then comes Rose and Hugo in a baby carriage!"

Hermione rolled her eyes while Ron's ears went red as he said "very original, you two." The rest, however, were in a fit of giggles.

When the laughter died down, the introductions continued. "I'm James Sirius Potter," James shook hands with his godbrother's father.

"Git, he doesn't need to know your full name," Lily rolled her eyes. "I'm Lily Luna Potter."

"But you just did the same thing!"

"But I can get away with it!"

Albus sighed and faced Tonks and Lupin. "Don't mind them, they're always arguing. I'm Albus Potter, by the way,"

"So what do you think of 1997, Albus?" Tonks asked. Remus engrossed himself in a conversation with the other four, sharing the worst flavour of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Bean they've had the misfortune of eating.

"It's weird, really. Everyone's so young and my mum and dad aren't even going out. But it's a load of fun to see how everything was back in the past."

"You five are so lucky," Tonks said, with a hint of envy in her voice. "I would love to time travel. It seems exciting. But don't you think you lot could ruin things by messing with time?"

Al shrugged. "I suppose we could. We don't really know much about time-turners, we just know that Aunt Hermione used to use one. Couldn't be too dangerous then, can it?"

"I guess," Tonks agreed. "Just don't go and kill your uncle or something. Could make things bad," She laughed. Albus stiffened, though Tonks didn't seem to notice.

"Breakfast time!" Molly called from the kitchen, causing Al to jump. "I want you all to eat well!"

Teddy Lupin was out in the Muggle part of London, showing Victoire the fascinating way Muggles created moving pictures. Movies, they called it.

All was going well at the theatre. Victoire was fascinated by the movie they were watching. Teddy himself wasn't paying much attention. It was what Muggles called a chick flick. He was rather enjoying the popcorn though. It was nice to have a magic-free day.

That was until an owl swooped into the movie theatre and landed in his tub of popcorn.

"Athena?" He muttered, wide eyed. He tried to hide the owl behind his popcorn, hoping not too many muggles would notice, but it wasn't helping much.

"Teddy, what is she doing here?" Victoire whisper-yelled. She took off the strange glasses the Muggles gave her – 3V glasses, she believed they called them - and grabbed her jacket from the seat next to her and covered the owl from everyone else's sight.

Teddy took the letter from Athena, wondering what it could possibly be about. Rose rarely sent him letters, unless she was in trouble.

It read:

Teddy,

This goes against my better judgment, but the others convinced me to follow along with them. We took mum's time turner and travelled back to the past; back to when our parents were our age. I'm telling you this in case something were to ever go wrong . If we're not back soon, we absolutely need you to find your way here and help us get back home.

Please don't tell mum and dad. They'd kill us.

-Rose.

Teddy sat there, reading the letter in disbelief. His usual blue hair slowly changed to a dark red, which Victoire knew he only had when he was panicking or nervous.

"What is it, Ted?"

Teddy was already running out of the theatre, with Rose's owl flying behind him. Victoire got up and ran after him.

"Vicky, we need to go back to before we were even thought of."

I hope you enjoyed it. (: I tried to get this done as soon as possible, seeing as this update is already almost a year late. I hope it wasn't too boring for you. D:

I've actually meant to upload this about a week ago, but FFN was being el stupido. . But hey - at least I updated.

And I know it's a bit late to write a Christmas fic, but considering I set this during the holidays when I first wrote this, I decided it'd be fun to do so :D

I'll try to update soon though. Promise.

But reviews would be nice. They'd be really nice.