Chapter 13

Three hours, a wonderful lunch, and four showers taken by 'Fred', James, George, and Fred later, all the future kids were sitting around, preparing to leave later that day. Lily's was fingering her necklace when it lit up. She opened it only to be greeted by the smiling face of her mother.

"Hey Lils!" She said happily.

"Hi Mummy." Lily replied.

"How has your day been?"

"Crazy!" Lily exclaimed.

"Well, it doesn't sound like a whole lot is going on there." Ginny said.

"All the craziness was this morning." Lily clarified.

"Please tell me your brother didn't turn Rosie's hair purple or something." Lily shook her head. "Good."

"We pranked them before they pranked us." Lily said happily.

"Really?" Ginny smiled. "Did it work?"

"We looked like chickens for over an hour, literally," James exclaimed, looking into the mirror from over Lily's shoulder. Ginny tried to stifle a giggle, but it didn't work.

"I would have wanted a picture of that." She burst.

"It would have been funnier if they were the ones looking like chickens," James mumbled.

"Sure it would have," Mrs. Potter stated not very convincingly.

"So, Mum," Al joined his siblings. "Where's Dad?"

"He's working. He left the mirror with me saying something about he felt better if I had the mirror today instead of him. The house felt empty, so I decided to contact my three favorite children."

"Don't forget about your favorite niece!" Rose piped up.

"Roxanne's there?" Ginny asked.

"Hardy-har-har." Rose replied sarcastically. Ginny shrugged slightly.

"I also thought it would be good to remind you that you will be time traveling, again, soon." Al nodded for his mother to know that they remembered. "So, where is everyone else?"

"Uncle 'Fred' and Uncle George are sulking in their room because their prank backfired on them. Uncle Bill, Uncle Charlie, and Uncle Percy are working on their summer homework, and I'm not sure what you and Uncle Ron are doing." Al rattled off.

"I'm guessing your Uncle Ron is going through his collection of chocolate frog cards, and I'm probably playing with my Harry Potter doll." Ginny thought aloud.

"You had a Harry Potter doll, Aunt Ginny," Fred asked, smirking at the image in his head.

"I had a rag doll with black hair, and when I was five, I gave it a haircut and drew a lightning scar on its forehead." Ginny blushed as she admitted the information to the kids. "Don't tell your father," Ginny said, eyeing her eldest son the most.

"I wouldn't dream of telling him, Mummy-dearest." James said with a smile.

"Of course not," Ginny rolled her eyes. Her eyes caught on something outside of view in the mirror and her eyes grew wide. "It's nearly time for you to travel. I should be letting you go. I want to see my wonderful nieces and nephews again as soon as possible, and that won't happen as long as you are all talking to me instead of time traveling."

"Wait," Al exclaimed. "What about your children?"

"Oh, yes. I want to see my daughter again soon, as well." Al and James sulked as everyone else said their goodbyes to Ginny while laughing quietly to themselves. Lily closed the mirror and put the locket back around her neck.

"You all will be leaving soon, will you?" Molly asked from the doorway as she entered the room.

"Yes, Grandmum," Rose replied. "We will be getting out of your hair shortly."

"Oh, Deary, you haven't been in my hair at all." All the grand kids smiled at their grandmum. She turned in the direction of the stairs. "Bill, Charlie, Percy, 'Fred', George, Ron, Ginny, get down here to say goodbye to your," she paused. "Relatives," she finished. Each child came rambling down the stairs, stopping quickly in the doorway, causing Ginny, the last one down the stairs, run into Percy.

'Fred' and George were the first ones to step forward. George stepped toward his son.

"You are quite a prankster."

"And he is glad to call you his son," 'Fred' finished. They moved on to James and Al.

"It seems," 'Fred' started.

"As your uncles," George continued.

"We have taught you well," They finished together. James thanked his uncles, while Al just rolled his eyes. Hugo was the next one.

"You aren't quite a prankster," George said.

"But we will work harder with you in the future to make you one." Hugo blushed a color that nearly matched his hair.

"Lily, Lily, Lily," George walked up to his niece, 'Fred' following close behind.

"You have learned some great things from are dear sister," 'Fred' said.

"And some things that we may have to change about you later," George grinned over his shoulder at his sister, who just stuck her tongue out at him.

"And finally," 'Fred' walked up to the last time traveler with George.

"Rose Weasley," George stated. Rose's eyes flashed between the two of them, worried as to what they were going to say.

"We have one question for you."

"How did you get so smart," George asked.

"Because you certainly didn't get it from our little brother," Ron blushed and sank further back into the group. 'Fred' and George looked at each other with identical grins.

"She must have gotten it from me!" They stated at the same time. They turned back to the time travelers. "Well, so long. We will see you in the future."

All the other kids didn't take the time to say their unique goodbyes. They made generic goodbye statements and then waited for their mother to go through and hug each and every one of her future grandkids that were in the past. After all goodbyes were said completely, Rose took the time turner, wrapped it around all their necks, and turned it three times. With a faint pop resounding through the burrow, they were gone.

The group of six all landed in an unrecognizable location. The room looked as if it was only used for storage and hadn't been cleaned in years. Rose winkled her nose as she looked around.

"Where are we?" She asked. James walked over to a desk in the corner of a room and picked up a highly dusty book. Blowing the dust in to his sister's face, causing her to cough, he read the title.

"The Dark Arts through the Years," He read off, raising his eyebrows. "Are we sure we want to meet the people who will be housing us for the next two days?" He asked.

"Unless you want to starve," Al started, patting his coughing sister's back, "We're going to have to."

"We could always sneak out and go someplace else," Fred suggested.

"Oh yes," Rose began sarcastically, "Because finding our way around a time period in which none of us have ever lived in won't be that difficult, and it will be extremely easy to convince anyone we do meet that we are from the future. Brilliant plan." Hugo sat down on the floor, only to soon be joined by Lily, who had finally quit coughing, and began to glare at James for making her cough.

"I say we send James and Fred to find out where we are and come back with the information as to what time period we are in before we bolt or stay." Hugo suggested. Lily nodded her agreement.

"I ain't going out there by myself," James exclaimed, holding up the book to remind his cousins about what type of people may be out there.

"You won't be alone," Lily pointed out. "Fred will be with you."

"I don't trust him," James eyed his cousin.

"I don't trust him, either," Fred crossed his arms, and sat down next to Lily and Hugo.

"Ugh," Rose stomped her foot. "Fine, I'll go." Al caught Rose's arm before she could exit the dust filled room.

"You are not going by yourself." He said. "Your mum would kill us if something happened to you." Hugo and Lily nodded.

"That's why I said Fred and James should go." Hugo explained. "If something happened to either of them, Aunt Ginny and Aunt Angelina will be too worried if the rest of us are okay to care about them."

"Hey!" James and Fred exclaimed at the same time.

"Well, we can't very well just sit in here for two days." Rose reasoned.

"How about we all go," Lily suggested.

After finally persuading James and Fred that they were relatives and that they were being stupid in thinking that their relatives would feed the two boys to death eaters, the group of kids exited the room. Immediately after exiting, they noticed someone with hair that was a familiar shade of turquoise next to someone with familiar long blonde hair standing at the end of the long dark hallway.