A/N: If you have gotten this far, you will note that Hermione is not in this chapter, or any of the others after the kids go back in time. This is because she is not at the Burrow because she and Ron are fighting. My friend claims that I will have been the only one to notice this, but whether or not that is true does not matter. On with the show!
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling would have been more organized.
Everyone but Professor Dumbledore and Ginny looked highly taken aback.
"Teddy," Victoires's apprehensive whisper but the silence.
"What in Merlin's name are you on about?" demanded Ron. Fred turned to George.
"Haha, very funny. You actually got us! You even dragged Dumbledore out of the castle, how long have you been planning this then? Where'd you get the kids?" George looked thoroughly confused.
"This wasn't my idea! Are you telling me you didn't plan this?" Fred's face fell.
"No, seriously," Dominique stood up. She was getting impatient. "I'm Dominique, Louis and Vcitoire are my brother and sister, and Bill and Fleur are our parents." Now everyone was staring at the engaged couple. Fleur was gripping Bill's knee, and both their faces had drained of color. Dominique, who was quite oblivious to her unsettling pronouncement, continued connecting the children to their youthful parents. "Molly and Lucy are Aunt Audrey and Uncle Percy's-"
"What!" George exploded! Mrs. Weasley looked ready to cry again.
"Yeah don't worry, he's okay now. Rose and Hugo are Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione's," Ron was redder than Harry had ever seen him. He was clearly too angry to speak. A dangerous vein was pulsing in his temple. George and Fred wolf whistled. "Roxanne and Fred are Uncle George and Auntie Angelina's," Fred and George looked at each other. George looked sheepish and uncomfortable, and his twin was trying and failing not to laugh. "And James, Albus, and Lily are Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny's." Harry turned to look at Ginny. He wasn't sure what he saw in her expression. Hope, maybe? Happiness? That's how he felt, until a fist collided with the side of his head. At that point all he could feel were pulsating waves of agony.
"You shagged my sister!"
"Ron!" Mrs. Weasley cried, getting to her feet. Ron's plum colored face was an inch from Harry's. Ginny gripped his arm and turned him to face her.
"Well, someone was going to do it? Why not him?" Ron spluttered.
"Why not- WHY NOT HIM? BECAUSE HE'S MY BEST MATE AND YOU'RE MY LITTLE SISTER!"
"And Hermione's one of my best friends and I'm not trying to give you a concussion. You're such a hypocrite!" Ginny's voice was steely, but she appeared positively passive next to Ron's radiation of aggression. Professor Dumbledore got to his feet.
"That is enough." Ron and Ginny stopped arguing. Dumbledore turned to Lily who had been watching her mother and uncle fighting as if were the most fascinating event she'd ever witnessed. "Are you Lily?" the headmaster asked her gently. Lily nodded and stood to walk over to him. She took the Time Turner from around her neck for the first time since it had hung there and placed the necklace in his gnarled hands.
"I found it in Aunt Hermione's bag. We were a Grandmum and Grandad's for Christmas, like every year. It was pretty, so I put it on. I was twirling it around because I like the way the glittery sand kept tumbling around inside the hour glass. I walked back down to Uncle George's room to show the others and when Victoire saw it she screamed and it scared me. The next thing I knew we were back in Uncle Ron's room, all of us, but it was dark outside and Daddy and Uncle Ron were sleeping." Rose came and stood next to Lily.
"We think it's the new version of the Time Turner Professor Dumbledore. Mum's head of Magical Law Enforcement; that's the only thing we can think of that explains how she got it."
"When the Department of Mysteries comes up with something new, they always send somebody to tell Mum about it," now it was Hugo's turn to interject, "They always have to tell her in case a bad guy gets his hands on whatever it is. She almost never brings the stuff home though. Says Dad and me'd blow up the house." Rose chuckled to herself. Her brother was annoying and wreckless, but he had his cute moments. The headmaster smiled at the boy.
"Well, it seems that I've got my work cut out for me. I'll do my best to get you home."
"Excuse me Albus," interrupted Mrs. Weasley, "but the children look tired. Why don't they go upstairs while you're working on the Time Turner?" Victoire nodded in agreement, happy to be able to take charge of something again.
"Come on you lot. Grand-" Victoire cut herself off as she realized that Molly was not used to being referred to as such, "-Mrs. Weasley, where do you want us? We already hijacked some blankets." Victoire looked at her grandmother guiltily. The last time she'd borrowed blankets she and Ted had been 8. They'd tried to make a blanket fort in Ginny's old room and had spilled pumpkin juice everywhere! Grandmum wouldn't remember that now.
"Oh, it's no trouble dear," Grandmum promised kindly, "Why don't you crash in Charlie's old room for now. There should be enough room for all of you." Victoire expected Dominique, Roxanne, Fred, James, or even Louis to protest, but the kids didn't seem to be able to get out of the room fast enough. Many left their blankets behind. Clearly meeting their teenage parents parents had been more than they'd bargained for. Victoire turned to Teddy.
"You go get them settled. I'll finish making tea." She then left the room, quickly followed by Professor Dumbledore. Teddy was about to follow his cousins up the stairs, but Molly stopped him.
"Please sit down young man. We want to talk to you." Teddy daren't argue. Molly had the same look in her eyes that Ginny had when she wanted Harry to degnome the garden.
