1. Thanks to Jetsun1119 who helped with the first draft of this chap some years ago.

2. Some updates. Ron Weasley Time Travel chap 11 is ready, but I have a new beta who is just going over the already published chaps, it might take some weeks for us to get that chap 11 in shape. Halfblood Weasleys chap5 and 6 are ready. Beta is getting more free time, so those might arrive soon.

3. I opened a poll to get an opinion on which story you prefer, it's on my profile

4. Any error is mine and not from my reviewer.

As every morning since his birthday, Harry woke up that day expecting to find spiders hanging from a low ceiling; and, as every morning since then, he was surprised anew to discover that they just weren't there. After eleven years of living in the cupboard under the stairs, it was taking him quite some time to get used to his new reality.

The new bedroom wasn't the only change, since the Dursleys were behaving differently now. If by any chance Dudley saw Harry looking at him, the chubby boy panicked and bolted away. On the other hand, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were downright ignoring him. It was official, Harry had stopped being a nuisance to become some sort of furniture in the house. And, of course, he found the change refreshing.

At least I won't be here much longer, Harry thought as he rose from his bed with a smile.

It was hard not to be happy when he was counting the days to go to a wizarding school. He would soon be learning magic and, hopefully, making his first friends in the process.

After checking on his new owl — which he had named Hedwig — Harry headed downstairs.

Even at breakfast, Harry found it hard to keep himself from daydreaming about Hogwarts. He had the biggest smile on his face, one he was better off hiding. Every time Uncle Vernon saw him smile, his thick moustache twisted downwards, which wasn't a good sign. The more miserable Harry looked, the better.

It was then that something unexpected happened. It had lasted only a tic but the whole world had rippled before his eyes, as if the very air had been waved in a swift movement. Once it was over, the clock showed half-past nine.

At the table, Dudley jumped on his place and Aunt Petunia turned around questioningly, they had seen it too. Across from them, uncle Vernon frowned and spat his first words to Harry since his birthday.

"You better not be doing anything... funny!"

"I'm not!" Harry hurried. That seemed to be enough for his uncle, who snorted and turned back to his newspaper. Pretending everything was normal.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang.

"Popkin, could you get that?" Aunt Petunia asked Dudley, who agreed begrudgingly.

As soon the door was opened, Dudley squeaked and stormed back towards the table. The boy hid behind his mother, throwing a frightened look in the door's direction as he moved his hands to protect his rear.

The door closed and then a mysterious man walked into the living room. He was tall and had a long silver beard to him. His eyes were bright blue behind a pair of half-moon spectacles, and the long robes he wore told Harry beyond a doubt that he was a wizard. It was plain the man would stand out even in the middle of Diagon Alley.

When the man's eyes met Harry's, he smiled.

"What are you doing in this house!?" Uncle Vernon bellowed, standing up.

"I apologize for the intrusion, but your son left me at the doorway," the wizard said calmly, "I didn't intend to be rude."

"We don't want you or any of your— your kind in here!" Uncle Vernon shouted.

If the man was offended, he didn't show it, "It's not my desire to cause any discomfort to you or your family Mr Dursley. I, however, have a pressing matter to discuss with your nephew. I must politely ask for some words with him."

"GET OUT!"

Harry was surprised to see the man wasn't daunted at all, "Once I have finished my talk with your nephew, I can assure you that I will leave. My name, by the way, is Albus Dumbledore."

His announcement was greeted by deafening silence. Uncle Vernon was still muttering angrily under his moustache, while Aunt Petunia stared at the man blankly. Dudley was squeezing his eyes shut as though that would make the strange man leave.

Harry gave a step forward, as he recognized the name at once. Albus Dumbledore, his new headmaster and the greatest wizard of all according to Hagrid, was standing in the living room with the Dursleys. Harry got an awkward sensation, as if he was witnessing the encounter of two things that just didn't mix.

The presence of the headmaster brought another thought to Harry, and he got nervous imagining the reasoning for the visit. He could almost hear Dumbledore saying that they had made a mistake, that Harry couldn't go to Hogwarts after all because they had discovered that he wasn't magical at all. Harry had been preparing himself, he even started reading the books, and now Dumbledore was here to take everything away.

Uncle Vernon finally exploded, "I SAID—"

Surprisingly, Aunt Petunia interrupted him with a trembling voice. "Vernon, let him talk to the boy,"

All the red washed away from Vernon Dursley's face immediately, "But Petunia, dearest—"

"Inside the house," she ordered with a stronger tone this time.

Uncle Vernon mumbled some nonsense, but Aunt Petunia glared at him as Harry hadn't seen her do it before, and that put an end to it.

As Harry followed his headmaster, the feeling that everything was going to end for him only grew. He couldn't believe how short his joy had lasted.

When they reached the hallway, the wizard turned serious, "Harry, I'm going to ask you something of the utmost importance and I need you to answer only with the truth. Would you be willing to do as such?"

"Yes, professor," Harry answered as his heart raced in his chest.

"Do you feel that this is your home?"

The question was odd, yet he nodded.

Professor Dumbledore made a short pause, "Have you expressed yourself as if that weren't the case anymore? Today perhaps?"

After a brief pause, Harry shook his head.

"Are you completely sure of this?"

"Yes, I am."

The headmaster remained silent, analysing Harry until he decided the boy was telling the truth. "Then this truly is a mystery,"

"I don't understand, sir."

Albus Dumbledore answered as thinking out loud, "There was a protection around this house, one I placed many years ago. It just vanished moments ago."

Protection? Why would he need protection if this evil wizard, this Voldemort, was dead?

Hagrid didn't believe that.

Harry stood quietly for some time, Professor Dumbledore never seemed like he wanted to interrupt him. After a while, something came back to him.

"Eh... professor?" The headmaster nodded, encouraging him to continue, "Before you came, I saw something. It's probably nothing..."

"What was it?"

"Everything trembled and the air waved. It was rather quick."

"That's understandable. The protection must have fallen at that moment," Dumbledore had his right hand placed on his chin, and Harry could almost see his thoughts racing.

"Oh, that's why you're here then."

Albus Dumbledore nodded.

A relief sigh came from Harry. He needed to be sure though, "So, am I still allowed to go to Hogwarts this year?"

The moment before he got an answer was the slowest of his life.

The man was surprised, but he soon understood what was troubling the boy, "Why of course, everything is ready for your arrival,"

Harry sighed, "Then, am I in danger?"

After a pointed look over his glasses, Dumbledore shook his head, "I'm not aware of any imminent danger, no. You shouldn't be alarmed. The protections around this house were merely a precaution."

"But... you're here."

"Those enchantments had been working uninterrupted for almost ten years, and they fell for no reason. I was puzzled by it, but as you can see, everything is well. All of this is only a curious enigma that needs to be sorted out."

A short yelp came from the living room then, followed by a big grey owl landing on the stairway. The owl handed Harry an envelope with a weird logo on the front. He turned to look at Professor Dumbledore, who gave him a slow nod. Harry opened the letter.

-o-

Dear Mr Potter,

It has been brought to our attention that you got married this morning at half-past nine.

This is usually a formality to send you our dearest congratulations, however, we also noticed that you are currently eleven years of age. The Ministry is puzzled as to how this marriage has taken place and found its way into our records as a legally authorized bond. As per the Wizengamot guidelines, the minimum age of consent for marriage is fourteen, and no marriage spells can be placed upon anyone younger than that.

We are thrilled to know how this happened, and so, we request your presence for a clarification hearing at the Ministry of Magic at 9:00 am on the fifth of August.

Congratulations to you and your new wife.

Yours sincerely,

Magiries Droverson

Wizardry Registers and Bonds Office

-o-

Harry's eyes widened. He didn't fully understand all of that, but the parts he did almost knocked him to the floor.

"Professor…? I—"

Albus Dumbledore was intrigued, but before Harry could show him the piece of paper another owl fluttered into the hallway with a different letter, this one for the headmaster. Harry saw the old wizard's eyes moving fast across the paper. From time to time, his glance turned to Harry, just to return to his reading again. By the time he finished, the twinkle from his eyes had disappeared.

"Harry, I want you to go upstairs and get all of your belongings. We're leaving."

He was stunned. Leaving the Dursleys? With all of his things? He didn't know where he was going but this seemed like a dream come true.

"What's happening? The letter said that—"

Dumbledore cut him off, "This house isn't safe for you anymore."

"But— You just said— How?"

"I don't know, but there's a place where I think we can find answers," the man said, looking back earnestly at his letter.

Harry nodded and rushed upstairs, but at the second step, he froze. "Professor? Am I going to return here?"

"I cannot tell that for sure, we should keep our hopes up. Now hurry, time is gold. I'll talk to your aunt and uncle."

Harry nodded and went on.

All the time it took him to pack his things, Harry couldn't stop thinking about what was going to happen. His entire life he had hated the way uncle Vernon treated him, now he didn't know what to think. Where was he going to go? Why was it suddenly unsafe for him to live with the Dursleys?

Then there was the letter, everything that was in there was undoubtedly a mistake. He was eleven, kids his age didn't get married.

When he entered the living room, Professor Dumbledore was already waiting for him. Uncle Vernon seemed beyond happiness.

"So, you say he's not coming back?" he asked excitedly.

"We don't know yet. I'll look for a way to bring him back after the school year."

Uncle Vernon made a hand gesture as if he didn't want to believe that, "Surely he could be better with your kind of people."

"It's not time to discuss that," Dumbledore answered sharply, "Harry, I believe we should go now. You can say your goodbyes. Either way, you can come back at another opportunity. So it's surely not definite."

"Err... bye," Harry addressed the three of them at once. He couldn't think of anything else to say.

A snort was the only reaction from Harry's uncle and it actually was the warmest. Aunt Petunia limited herself to look away while Dudley tried his best to remain hidden.

That went well, Harry thought as he followed the headmaster out of the living room.

"As the protections are down, I think it's better to disappear from here."

Harry's eyes popped open, "Disappear?"

"Since this is your first time with Side-Along-Apparition it might be an unpleasant sensation, but it's our best option with our current schedule," He extended one arm to him, "Hold it and don't let go."

Harry did as he was told. The headmaster grabbed Harry's trunk as the boy hugged Hedwig's cage. The bird glanced at Harry as if confused. Then, after a last look around, it happened. Harry felt Dumbledore's arm twisting away from him so he quickly tightened his grip on it and Hedwig. The world was black and he was being squeezed out of it.

o0o0o

The freshly wild air of the countryside hit him fully, almost at the same time as Hedwig's berating hoots. They were suddenly in a large field, which seemed to be miles away from the nearest city. Professor Dumbledore was standing next to Harry as if nothing had happened, staring at the crooked silhouette of an oddly-placed building, the only one in sight.

Once Harry recovered from the gut-wrenching experience, he turned to the old man, "How did we—"

"Apparition, one of the fastest ways of transportation, though not the most delightful I'm afraid."

Still trying to put some air in his lungs, Harry spared another look at the building before them. He saw at least four chimneys across its several stories, most of them appeared to be leaning dangerously. The construction was mad and Harry couldn't believe why it didn't fall apart.

"The Burrow," the headmaster said, "The Weasleys' home. Arthur and Molly that is. Hope they don't mind the early visit."

"The Weasleys?"

Professor Dumbledore nodded as he made his way forward, Harry's truck floating gracefully behind him. Harry took Hedwig and followed. "The Weasleys are a wizarding family, one of the oldest, you see," the man said as they approached the house, "They don't know a few things about the Muggle world, nevertheless, they try to keep themselves updated. Don't be surprised if they find something you say strange or unusual."

"And why are we here, professor?" Harry asked, over the sounds of the still protesting owl.

Albus Dumbledore twisted his mouth just slightly, "Here we can find more letters like the one you received, I imagine. Hopefully, some answers as well."

Harry didn't know how Dumbledore could know that. For a moment, thoughts of the headmaster working for the magical post office crossed his mind, but he dismissed it as soon as he pictured the old man with a post office cap.

The front door was opened by a thin man shortly after they knocked. He was balding, and the hair he had left was of a very bright tone of red. The man looked at Professor Dumbledore quite surprised, "Professor! How a—" then his eyes landed on Harry and his forehead, "Sweet Merlin, is this who I think it is?"

"Harry Potter, yes he is. Harry, this is Arthur Weasley."

"Nice to meet you, sir," Harry said, noticing the uneasy look the man was giving him.

"Nice to meet you too, Harry," Mr Weasley answered before turning to Dumbledore, puzzlement written across his face.

"Arthur, we're sorry to disturb your family so early, however, this young man received a letter not long ago and I have reasons to believe you may know something about it," Dumbledore said.

After a brief pause, Mr Weasley nodded and let them in, "Come. They're in the living room,"

"Is it too much of an inconvenience if Harry leaves his trunk inside? We haven't resolved his new accommodations yet."

Mr Weasley looked curious, but he answered promptly, "Of course not, make yourself feel at home Harry."

"Thanks, Mr Weasley."

Once they entered the living room, Harry was surprised by the great number of people there. The only adult was a plump woman who was standing in the middle of the room, surely Mrs Weasley. Plenty of kids surrounded her, almost all of them were redheads except for two boys who resembled Harry. By the looks of it, they had all been discussing something just moments ago, but stopped once they noticed Harry. It was baffling really, getting all that attention again. Harry remembered how people had reacted back at Diagon Alley, however, he was now standing next to Albus Dumbledore, who was surely more worthy of attention than he was.

"Dad?" the boy who looked the most like Harry asked. His appearance was enough to shock Harry.

That boy was truly him. He was certainly younger and the shape of his chin might be a tad different as well, but the resemblance was too obvious to ignore. The boy had no glasses or scar whatsoever, but even his eyes were the same shade of green as Harry's. It was unreal.

A quick but loud squeal came from a girl on the far end of the living room. Harry didn't catch much of her, since the girl's face went as red as her hair and she hid away at once.

"But... he's just a boy," another redhead girl said. If Harry hadn't seen her coming from the opposite side of the room, he would have sworn she was the same girl from before.

"All of them are younger! It's him," someone answered. It was the other boy who looked like Harry, though the resemblance was not that striking with this one. Also, unlike the first boy, his eyes were brown instead of green.

The little girl set her eyes on Harry, studying him. What came next was probably one of the things Harry least expected, because she threw herself at him in a crushing hug. Harry wasn't used to hugs, much less to that kind of gushy hugs, so he stood there gobsmacked.

"I was afraid! James said we were going to be alright, but I didn't know! I missed you!" the girl whimpered, pressing her face even tighter against Harry's chest. She couldn't be more than six.

"I— Who's James? Who are you?" Harry asked her, stiffly.

The girl separated from him looking hurt.

Whispers ran wild among all the kids as Professor Dumbledore made to a small table nearby. He leaned forward, analyzing a golden object from up close without touching it. Then, he adjusted his glasses and looked at the children once more.

"I see," the headmaster said at last, then turned to Mr Weasley, "This is quite unusual, to say the least. A Time-Turner?"

Mr Weasley nodded, "Apparently. The kids brought it this morning. Seems like the reason they're here."

"Fascinating. A rather peculiar design, I must add," the professor said.

"Albus, we received these today," Mrs Weasley interrupted Dumbledore's musings, showing him a piece of paper. Harry distinguished the same logo that was on his letter. "It must be a mistake."

Albus Dumbledore nodded in acknowledgement, "I'm aware of the situation and we must look into it, but first, this is Harry," he announced, putting a hand on Harry's shoulder.

"It's him then?" said one boy, "I Imagined him… well, you know, more hero-like?"

A second boy nodded. Unlike the other similar people in the room, these two were the same age and truly identical. Harry guessed they were twins.

Mrs Weasley glared at them. "Please don't mind them, Harry. It's nice meeting you," she said, mindfully.

"Harry, these are the Weasleys, you already met Arthur and this is his lovely wife, Molly. These are their children, except for some unfamiliar faces of course," Dumbledore said, "Now who's James?" his blue eyes moved between the two boys who looked like Harry.

"I am," the oldest one stepped forward, quite chuffed with himself.

"A what year do you come from, if I may ask?"

"Year?" Harry asked, confused.

"2015," James answered, ignoring Harry's question.

Harry gaped, "That's not possible."

"It is," Dumbledore assured him, "These children came from the future, and I know that because of the hourglass on that table and this," he said, taking out the letter that he received at the Dursleys.

Once more, Harry's brow narrowed, "What's that?"

"That's a Time-Turner," the oldest redhead boy in the room said, as if that was the most obvious thing in the world.

"And what's a Time-Turner?"

The same boy opened his mouth, but it was Albus Dumbledore who answered. "A Time-Turner is an impressive device that allows travel through time, but only for a few hours. Which begs the question of how did this particular item allow these children to travel this far?"

"We already talked to them, Albus. It was an accident. They said it's a special device created by the mother of two of them, Rose and Hugo," Mr Weasley added pointing at two kids, a young boy and a girl who had big red hair. "I don't think they're lying."

"I don't believe that either, the device is certainly authentic," Dumbledore agreed, shifting his attention to Rose and Hugo, "I must say that you have an astoundingly clever mother. I wouldn't have been able to build something like this myself,"

A keen Rose nodded with pride. Her brother, Hugo, did as well, "She's the smartest witch there is. Dad says so all the time," the boy said.

It was then that Harry distinguished another boy not far away. This one looked a lot like Hugo, yet he was older and his hair was way redder. He was standing with his eyes wide opened and his ears had flushed at Hugo's words.

"But none of it is possible," Harry insisted, doubting the whole thing, "That's—"

"Magic?" one of the twins interrupted Harry.

"Humm... Where have I heard that?" the other added.

Professor Dumbledore decided then to pick up the Time-Turner, cautiously, "May I take this splendid artefact with me? A closer look would be the first step in understanding our situation," he asked, turning not only to Arthur, but to Rose and Hugo as well.

"By all means! If there's someone who can figure how to send them back, it's you," Mr Weasley said, as Rose nodded enthusiastically.

"I'll do what I can, though it's not my area of expertise," he said, putting the Time-Turner in one of his pockets.

"Albus, what about the letters?" Mrs Weasley asked, impatiently.

Harry set his eyes on the headmaster. He wanted to know about that as well.

The old wizard took out his own letter, "I believe this piece of paper summarizes all of the letters you received today," he explained as he went on over a few lines of the paper, "They're asking for my presence at Monday's emergency hearings. Those are the one at 9:00 am involving Harry and Mrs Potter, and the one at 10:00 am involving Mr and Mrs Weasley."

Another squeal was heard from the first redhead girl, who was blushing again.

"Mrs Potter?! But my mother is dead," Harry said. A few uneasy looks turned to the floor.

"Yes she is, and I must say that was a terrible loss for the entire Wizarding World," Dumbledore said, "Nevertheless, the letter isn't talking about your mother."

"Who is it talking about then?"

"Mum," James said vaguely as if that could clarify everything up instantly. The kids from the future all nodded as though it made perfect sense.

"Who's your mother?"

The girl who was still by Harry's side, the one who had hugged him, glared as if he had asked something beyond rude.

"She is," said the first boy, the one who looked the most like Harry. He had pointed at the first redhead girl and, when she saw that, her brown eyes widened and blushed even redder.

Harry stared at her, confused. James could be related to him but this girl was a completely different thing. Actually, Harry had thought she was a Weasley as well.

When Albus Dumbledore noticed that Harry was completely lost, he continued, "Harry, I know that this is going to be difficult to believe, so I need you to listen carefully."

Harry nodded.

"You already know that these kids are from the future, but you don't know who they are. They're not just from the future, but they're from your future. Your children, your nephew and your niece, if I had followed this correctly."

Saying that Harry was surprised would be the greatest understatement ever made.

"James is quite clearly your son," the headmaster continued, causing Harry's eyebrows to shoot upwards while James nodded with a grin. Dumbledore turned to the other boy, "I think that it's not hard to notice you have another son in this room. I don't believe you've told us your name."

"My name is Al, Albus, sir." the addressed boy said.

"I must say, I'm incredibly honoured that you decided to name your son after me, Harry. If that was indeed your intention," Dumbledore said.

Was Harry close to the headmaster in the future? How could a great wizard like Albus Dumbledore have that kind of relationship with him, a boy that didn't know anything about Magic? Maybe the man was Harry's hero and that was the reason for the boy's name.

It gave Harry great joy to find out he was going to have a family of his own in the future, he would give anything to be part of one right now. That being said, these children didn't belong at this time, maybe his older self was already missing them. They needed to go back and, quite frankly, Harry was only eleven and their presence was unsettling him.

"I believe you also have a daughter right here."

The little girl who had hugged Harry nodded with a big smile. Harry couldn't find many similarities between her and her brothers, maybe some minor details with James.

"And what would your name be Miss Potter?"

"Lily," she said with a bright smile. Lily, like Harry's mother.

"Lovely name, now Harry, I believe you already noticed Rose and Hugo. They should be your niece and nephew, Mr Weasley's children I presume," he said looking at the back of the room.

"Mr Weasley?" Harry asked, surprised.

"He's talking about Ron," Mr Weasley addressed Harry as she pointed at the boy that looked so much like Hugo.

The headmaster nodded. Ron was standing completely pale, if this was true then it wasn't hard for Harry to guess what he was feeling.

"Niece and nephew? But how...?" Harry asked, not understanding how the children of a boy he just met could be related to him.

"He's not very bright," said the other twin talking back to his brother, "Still, we need to talk to him about the situation."

"It appears so," answered the first twin nodding.

"Fred! George! You leave that boy alone. He doesn't even know what's happening," Mrs Weasley scolded. Harry was stunned, yet he managed to distinguish the nasty glare that the first redhead girl was throwing at the twins. She really looked somewhat like Lily, but she was way older, he could see that now.

"Harry, why do you think that we found your children in this place?"

"I— Do they...?" Harry tried to find the reason, but he ended up shrugging.

"They came here because they know this house much more than they know Privet Drive. This is their grandparents' house, the current home of their mother, Mrs Potter," Professor Dumbledore said.

The boy's eyes widened and his mouth fell open. Mrs Potter. Everything suddenly clicked in Harry's mind. How hadn't he noticed before?

He turned to stare at the girl whose face was nearly as red as her hair. Somehow, that shy girl was his future wife, his future family. Harry turned red himself.

"Are you staring at our sister?" one of the twins said.

"Eh? NO!" Harry said blushing even more and turning quickly away.

"FRED!" Mrs Weasley yelled.

Harry didn't know anything about this girl though. He had never been close to anyone in his life and it was barmy how close this girl really was to him. "Er, what's your name?" he asked. He needed a name at least.

The girl let out a little squeak and peeked out from behind her hands for a moment before hiding her face again. All the sounds that came out of her were low mumbles.

"Come on Gin-Gin, he doesn't bite," one of the twins, possibly George, teased.

"Do you?" the other one addressed Harry, making him blush and struggle to answer.

"Stop it you two!" Mrs Weasley said to them, then turned to Harry, a fond smile crossing her face, "She is a little shy, her name is Ginny."

Harry nodded because he didn't know what else to do. He wasn't sure if the Weasleys were mad at him.

"She's not like that with everyone else." Ron blurted, earning a deathly scowl from Ginny.

"We'll see how shy your wife is, Ickle Ronnie," Fred — or George — said smirking.

Ron blushed furiously and looked down. Rose chuckled.

"Now that Harry has been informed, we need to address our most urgent matter. That is the letters and the extent of the children's impact."

"There is a mistake, Albus. I would be more than happy if they marry in the future, if that's what they want. But Ginny is ten now, and this letter... No spell can do that at their age, you know that," Mrs Weasley hurried with concern.

"You're right, there is no such spell. Regardless, it would seem like this wasn't done by a spell," Dumbledore said, "The Ministry's records could have been changed because of the children's mere presence at this time period."

"Can the children do that? Alter the Ministry's records?" Mr Weasley asked.

"I ignore the workings of this mysterious Time-Turner, but it is a possibility, yes. We won't know for sure until a proper check at those records is given," the headmaster paused briefly to adjust his glasses, "Nevertheless, if they sent these letters, the Ministry must be reasonably sure that the records have been modified."

"But— a Time-Turner can't do that. I've read about it, they only deal with matters of time flow," the oldest redhead boy said.

"They're supposed to, Mr Weasley, but this is new territory for us. A Time-Turner never went back this far," said the headmaster, "An assumption would be that this was a side-effect of the travel. Their parents' marriage bond could have come back with them."

There was a silence in the room. Al and Rose looked at each other apparently conflicted, but they were far from the only ones. Harry hadn't got all of that, but it seemed like the Ministry of Magic might really believe he was married to Ginny. And that was… mental. It didn't seem like something that could be real, he hadn't even heard Ginny's voice yet. He was eleven years old, they surely had laws or something to avoid things like those from happening to kids, right?

Mr Weasley was trying to get a hold of his wife, who seemed about to fall, "Albus, can we explain this at the Ministry? Put everything back as it was before?"

"I wouldn't put my faith in that. We can sort this out at the Ministry but if the records have indeed been modified, then there's a chance your daughter will officially be Ginevra Potter from now on."

The revelation was enough for Mrs Weasley, who suddenly needed to sit down on the couch. Harry was shocked as well. He was married, at eleven. This life was mad.

Harry gave a quick glimpse at Ginny, wondering how she was reacting to all of this. She was staring at the headmaster with her eyes wide open, gobsmacked. Across from her, Rose was reproaching James. Harry was only able to distinguish a few words here and there, "... your fault!... You always ruin everything!... Ministry…". Al was close to them, explaining something to a clueless Hugo, while Lily hung onto Harry's arm, curiously.

Once the voices lowered, the headmaster proceeded, "No need to get ahead of ourselves though. Even if we can't change the records back, this shouldn't imply any major problem. The Ministry is not going to held children accountable for something that wasn't their doing. What they're requesting is nothing more than a clarification meeting."

Mrs Weasley nodded, and her shoulders relaxed. However, things were far from solved and Harry could tell that her relief was incomplete.

"And what will we say in that hearing?"

"That's something I can help with, however, I need a reliable assessment of the situation first. I'll pay a visit to the Ministry to check these records with my own eyes, but I must also know every detail about this unconventional trip before doing so," Dumbledore said, then fixed his eyes on the time travellers, "Would you mind sharing the whole story of your arrival?"

James and Rose exchanged a knowing look before nodding.

Before he knew it, Harry found himself on a couch between two of his future children. Al was trying to be friendly, but the boy's appearance and Lily leaning against him made Harry uneasy.

It was then, listening to James and Rose, that he discovered that all this mess was his fault, or his future self's fault, which was basically the same thing. Apparently, he had left the dangerous Time-Turner all alone on a desk inside his unlocked office. If he hadn't been that careless, none of this would have happened.

Professor Dumbledore kept nodding silently at their story until he spotted something strange, "So, you used this Time-Turner in your house, but appeared at this time on your grandparents' home?" he asked James.

"No, we appeared in a field. The trees and hills looked just like our place, but our house wasn't there."

"Understandable, your house might not have been built yet," the headmaster said, "Then, how did you make the trip from there to here?"

James turned to Rose, who took a small cylinder from her pocket. Somehow the headmaster seemed to recognize it, "This is my father's Deluminator," Rose said, turning to the younger version of her father, who jumped at the attention, "He gave it to me, to handle the lights whenever I sleep out of home."

To prove her point, Rose clicked and the light of the living room was sucked by the small tube, then she clicked it again and the light returned to the room. It was simple, but still caught Harry's awe.

"Wicked!" said one of the twins.

"That's what it's supposed to do. But, when we were lost and scared in that field, a ball of light came out of the Deluminator. There was this voice, Dad's voice, mumbling something about his future children. The ball came to me and then we were here."

The kids from the future were whispering and agreeing with the story.

"Ron was voicing something like that at breakfast," Mrs Weasley said, surprised. Ron, whose eyebrows had gone up, was nodding.

"An intriguing form of transportation without a doubt. May I take a look at this artefact?"

Rose handed the Deluminator to the headmaster, who studied it meticulously.

"Are you familiar with it, Albus?"

"Why, of course. I invented it," the old man said, taking another identical tube out of his robes. "Mine hasn't been bestowed with such a peculiar capability though. It's only a light handler."

"And how did Ron get it?" the oldest boy, who Harry now knew was named Percy, asked.

"It was a gift from Professor Dumbledore," Rose said.

Ron's jaw dropped, as the twins stared at him in disbelief. Those words could only mean that Ron was somehow close to the headmaster in the future, Harry imagined.

Satisfied with their story, the headmaster handed Rose the Deluminator back. He insisted on going to the Ministry, to find all that he could about the situation. Mr Weasley of course was going to join him, leaving one matter in the air.

"We still need to find accommodations for Harry," Professor Dumbledore announced.

Harry stood up ready to get his trunk, all of his worries about where he was going to live now came back to him. Did they have wizarding orphanages?

"Accommodations?" Mrs Weasley asked, "I thought he lived with his Muggle relatives?"

"He used to, but the protections around that house fell today at 9:30. We don't need to be bright to assume this whole situation has affected the spell. I need to find a provisional place for him and put some wards on it."

"That's nonsense! He can stay here! He's family after all," said Mrs Weasley, even though she seemed to be struggling with that last part.

Harry was utterly surprised. The woman was hearing that a boy that she barely knew was married to her daughter, and she still wanted him to stay with them.

"I don't want to cause any trouble," Harry said, a little embarrassed. He wasn't sure that there was enough space for him. The house had many floors, but the Weasleys had a lot of children and now five grandkids had arrived. Harry didn't know how all of them could fit in there.

"It's alright, Harry. We would be glad to have you here."

Harry started to receive a lot of encouraging words, especially from the twins and Ron who jumped at the idea of him staying. What really convinced Harry was actually Lily, who was asking him why he wanted to go. The girl looked worried and that made Harry feel uneasy.

"What kind of protections are you talking about Albus? Is Harry in danger?" asked Mr Weasley.

"No, of course not. Not that I am aware of. The protections would only be a precaution. He's Harry Potter after all."

For a moment, Harry thought that the Weasleys weren't going to want him there anymore. Not when he could put them in danger. However, Mrs Weasley insisted on him staying.

"Well, it's settled then," Professor Dumbledore said letting a huge smile show, "I personally don't think that I could have found a better place for him than this one."

Professor Dumbledore moved slightly away from Harry, "We have to go now. I'll return tomorrow to have a talk about the hearing and the children," he said. Then, to everyone's surprise, turned to Ron, "Mr Weasley, it would be best if you could be prepared for when your father comes for you."

"For me?!" Ron asked in a loud voice as his eyebrows shot all the way up to his forehead.

The headmaster nodded, "Once we finish our business at the Ministry, we will need to handle another urgent situation," he said facing the boy's father, "There's a girl in London who has a letter not very different from the one addressed to your daughter, Arthur, but with no explanation."

"Oh, I see," Mr Weasley said seriously, "Ron I'll be back, you need to be there."

Ron paled as his mouth fell open, but he couldn't form any words. His eyes moved around the room trying to find someone to help him, but all that he got were some mischievous grins from the twins. Harry was relieved that he didn't have to go through that, he kind of did already without knowing and that turned out well. At least the Weasleys didn't seem to blame him.

"Maybe Miss and Mr Weasley could join us," Dumbledore said addressing Rose and Hugo who nodded, "We need all the help we can get in order to convince them."

"The whole Mr, Mrs and Miss Weasley is going to turn very confusing, very soon." one of the twins said.

"Well not Miss Weasley, there will be only one of those now," his brother answered, looking at Ginny.

The girl turned to look at Harry, and when she found his eyes she blushed and turned to look at her trainers.

"But Professor," Percy said, "You can just show them the Time-Turner and then—" he stopped as soon as he saw Rose shaking her head quickly from side to side.

"I believe that it won't be that easy," Professor Dumbledore answered.

"Mum's a Muggleborn," Rose said.

Mrs Weasley moved her hand to her chest, "Oh my, poor child, this is going to be very hard for her."

Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat, "Although this is a delightful conversation, I must insist that we leave, as we're already late. Arthur?"

"You're right. I'll be back for Ron and hopefully, I'll bring good news," he said, then he turned to Harry, "Harry, please make yourself at home."

"Thank you, Mr Weasley," Harry answered.

As soon as the men left the door, James and the twins came to Harry with mumbles he could barely understand. Ron came next, and Mrs Weasley hurried to offer him food, saying how skinny he was. All in all, the Weasleys seemed like a hectic but warm family.

"Can't wait to see Mum," Rose suddenly said, "Wonder how she looks. We have pictures but it's not the same!" she said to no one in particular.

That got Ron's attention, "She's not going to be mad at me or something, is she?" he asked his daughter nervously.

All of the future kids were smirking, but one of the twins talked first, "Oh, is Ickle little Ronnie scared?"

"You'll be fine," Rose said, but the way she tried to contain a laugh made Harry think that she may not have been entirely truthful. Ron didn't seem to notice and he just let out a relieved sigh.

Honestly, Harry didn't know what to expect from the hearings or the whole marriage thing for that matter. Ginny was a complete mystery to him and he rather not think too much about her. He was sure of one thing though: even in the whole madness of the situation, the people around him already felt more like a family than the Dursleys ever were. And that was more than he could have asked for.

Next Chapter: The Post of Mrs Weasley (Not Ron's POV, Not Harry's POV)