Sofie: Hey! Look! It's J.K Rowling!

Emma: Hi!

Sofie: Can you give me Harry Potter?

J.K: Did that work when you asked Steph for Twilight?

Sofie looks away sadly. Sofie: No, but I always try.

J. K: How about this: I give you rights to write this story, as long as you say you don't own Harry Potter.

Sofie: Ok! I don't own Harry Potter!

Emma: Um, you could already do that.

Sofie: Oh, right! Well, thanks anyways Ms. Rowling

J.K: You're welcome

How did we get Here?

Chapter 7-

We're found! Sort of

Emma was looking in her compact mirror, when suddenly it got very hot.

"Ow!" She yelped, but recovered quickly.

"Mr. Potter!" She gasped.

"Emma!" Harry said in a warning tone.

"Sorry! Harry!"

"Dad?" James asked. Future Harry's face was in the small mirror. James enlarged it.

"Emma, James! Thank God!" Harry sounded worn out. "We tried all the mirrors, but Emma was the only one who had hers. Where are you?"

"The year 1996." James said.

"Ugh, James, were you digging in my office?"

"I'm sorry!"

"We'll talk about this later. For now, how are you?"

"Look!" Emma squealed showing off her hand. Harry's eyes widened at the sight of the ring.

"Whoa! When did this happen?"

"Yesterday." James said.

"That's great! Congrats!"

"Is that Dad?" Lily asked, running in, everyone else following.

"It's Dad?" Teddy, Al, and Lily crowded around James and Emma.

"Lily Flower!" Harry said, relief coating his face. "Teddy, Al. Thank God you are all ok!"

"Hey Dad." The boys said.

"Daddy! Are you going to get us home soon?" Lily said.

"As we can, baby girl." He said. "What's going on right now?"

"We're just at Grimmauld Place. The Order meetings are going. Not much else."

"Not much happens over the summer after the Dementors attack." Harry said. "You all should be safe for now. But we need to get you home, before you mess anything up."

"They've told them everything, Harry." Emma said.

He sighed, and but his fingers to his temples.

"Wow. Harry, you get old." Ron said.

Ginny and Hermione hit him and past Harry glared.

"Yes Ron, this is what happens when you have four children." Future Harry said, smirking.

"Hey!" The four said.

"Add in all the Weasley kids and all their friends, who are always at our houses, you and I are pretty worn out." He said.

"Do I look as old as you?" Ron asked, paling.

"Older, I'm afraid." A very worried, tired and worn out Ron said, standing behind Harry.

"Daddy!" Rose and Hugo cried, running to crowd around them too.

"Hey guys." He said, smiling softly. Hermione looked at Future Ron, then her own Ron. "I am not as hopeless as you thought, love." Future Ron said, smiling. Hermione flushed.

"Did you reach them?" A voice said.

"Yes, love, we found them." Harry said. Ginny snatched the mirror from the boys.

"JAMES SIRIUS POTTER! DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU'VE PUT YOUR FATHER AND I THROUGH?" She yelled.

"Mum, Mum!" James said.

"Ginny!" Emma held up her hand.

Hermione jumped in, ready to yell at the kids, but seeing the ring, she and Ginny screamed.

"I don't believe it!" Ginny cried.

"When did that happen?" Hermione asked.

"Yesterday." Emma and James said at the same time.

"I can't believe James-, wow!" Ginny said.

"We'll talk this later, right now we need to focus on getting you back." Harry said. "I'll talk to Kingsley, get another time turner." Harry said. "Stay safe until we can get there. Here, give the mirror to your Grandmum."

"Ok, bye Dad, Bye Mum." All the kids said to their parents. "Bye guys." Emma said.

James gave Mrs. Weasley the mirror. "Harry?" She gasped.

"Yes Mum, it's me." He said, smiling. "I hope the children aren't causing too much trouble."

"Not at all. They are quite wonderful children."

"Well, don't let the twins get bored and don't Emma, James, Lily and the Twins be alone together. That usually means trouble."

"Relax Harry, I've raised the twins, remember?" She said.

"Yes, yes. I know, but I worry about them. Those five especially are very good at getting themselves in trouble. And trouble usually means someone gets hurt."

"They will be fine. We're keeping an eye on them."

"Please do. All of them. If anything happens to any of them-." He cut off in a shudder.

"It's all right Harry, we've got them here."

"Yes of course. I know you do, Molly." He smiled. "Oh, and don't leave them alone with Sirius. I can't risk them getting ideas."

Sirius came up behind her. "I resent that, Harry."

"Of course you do, Padfoot, of course you do." Harry laughed. "All right, goodbye. Thank you, Molly."

"Anytime." She said. Suddenly she was looking at her own reflection.

"Alright thank you. May I have that back now?" Emma said, kindly.

"Of course." She handed it to her.

Emma went back to pretending to be fixing her hair, when really she was looking at James behind her. He had an air of confidence that wasn't normally there, unless he had accomplished something big. He wouldn't stop grinning, and he kept looking over at her, or rather her hand. She had made him very happy saying yes, and he had made her very happy by asking. She liked going into the school year with that ring on her hand, show every girl in the James Potter Fan Club that he was hers, officially and completely.

The Year 2022

Harry went to the ministry to talk to Kingsley.

"What is it Harry?" The minister asked.

"My son took a time turner from my study. I'm afraid it took them into the past. Our past. Like, 26 years into the past."

"Oh My." Kingsley said. "That boy of yours is as good as you were about finding trouble." He laughed.

"Yes well, we don't want anything ruined, or anyone hurt."

"Of course. Well, getting a time turner is almost impossible these days. It's like they disappeared." He said. "But I have one, luckily. Only one in the Ministry." He said, smiling.

"Perfect. Thank you."

Harry went home. "I got it!"

"I'm coming with you." Ginny, Ron, Hermione and Vicky said.

"Oh alright, come." Harry said, sighing, knowing he wouldn't be able to stop them.

"Just in case." Harry said, as he conjured ropes to connect them.

As they were disappearing, Vic felt something grab onto her leg. She conjured ropes quickly, knowing it was too late to shake her off.