Time for an Author's note from Megan and I-

AUTHOR'S NOTE - PLEASE READ: First I would like to say thank you (Times 50!) to everyone who reviewed (especially those of you who liked it...kidding). I have but one issue to address, and that is my questionable Draco/Ginny pairing. Now, one reviewer in particular listed quite a few reasons as to why canon will never support this pairing, and I want to say right now that I couldn't care less about canon when it comes to Draco and Ginny. I simply find them to be a good couple, and they have a lot of interesting possibilities. Also, trust me when I say that I have read the books (more times than most actually), and I have seen all of the evidence to support Harry/Ginny, but I personally don't like them together at all. So, there will be no H/G, and the actual books written by the wonderful JK Rowling have no sway. (Aside from that I don't believe that canon Harry and Ginny will end up together. It's just a silly crush on Ginny's part, and wishful thinking on Ron's.) Keep reading and reviewing!

Now, I'd just like to add that as much as we love your reviews, and criticisms (every author needs them) pleeease NO flames. They're rude. Mwahaha. Now, on with the show! Amen.

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Chapter Five - Holy Cricket! Harry?

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The time travelers waited a week or so at Hogwarts, and all of them agreed that it would be best for everyone to go home this time. It was decided that they would spend Christmas Break at The Burrow. Everyone seemed to be beside themselves with curiosity, and they were relieved when it was time for break to start.

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Harry walked into The Burrow slowly, and looked around. This, at least, had stayed the same throughout the years.

"Hold on just one second! I'll be right out!" Shouted a voice. Harry, wondering who it was, wandered into the house a little bit more, and gasped in shock when he saw a women with bushy hair standing at a counter methodically drying a dish. The woman turned around and she dropped the plate. It shattered on the floor as she stared in shock at the 17 year old Harry standing in front of her.

"Oh...my. Holy cricket. Harry?" She asked incredulously. Harry nodded. He suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder, and looked up into the face of his future self. Thirty-seven year old Hermione stepped up to the both of them, first touching future Harry's face, then younger Harry's, and her mouth opened slightly, but nothing could come out. She was at a complete loss for words.

"So, who exactly lives here now?" Asked Ron as he walked into the room, closely followed by the younger Hermione. He stopped suddenly, and his mouth dropped.

"Bloody Hell!" he remarked.

At the same time, old and young Hermione scolded, "Ronald! Language!" Ron mouthed soundlessly, as Hermione stared at her future self.

"You look...you look - " she began to say, when she was interrupted by another voice.

"Beautiful, as always." Said the booming voice, making the 17 year old Hermione jump.

Everyone looked around for the source of the voice, and Ron went pale. He was staring into the face of himself, old.

"Bloody Hell!" he said for the second, and most likely not the last time that day. Future Ron walked past him, delivering a slight tap to Ron's head as a warning not to swear. He walked up to Hermione and kissed her. Future Harry smirked.

"Wow, you two, wanna break it up? We happen to have company, and you're embarrassing them already, mate. Keep your hands to yourselves." He turned to Harry, and smiled a bit. "Can't keep their hands off each other. Sickening, really."

Future Ron turned and smiled at his younger self, who was blushing furiously at the thought that Hermione would let him kiss her like that. After all, they had only shared a few kisses in the past couple years, but those had always been in the heat of the moment, and it was never that - simple, yet extremely passionate. He shook his head of thoughts like this, and walked further into his home.

"Let's go into the living room, everyone..." said future Hermione, herding them all into the room. The trio from the past was followed by Dillan, who was holding Eva's hand, and Brian and Keagan. Draco and Ginny were strangely absent from the group. They all sat down in the family room, some on the floor, and some on the couch. And the stared at each other. This seemed to be becoming a tradition for the day. Suddenly, their staring was interrupted as Ginny and Draco ungracefully made their way into the burrow. Ginny looked like she had been thoroughly snogged, and Draco looked quite proud of himself. Ron began to silently fume, until Hermione quietly interlocked her fingers with his and squeezed lightly. He calmed down, and smiled, a bit stupidly. His smile was wiped off his face as two other children ran in, both of them with bright red hair. One looked to be around seven or eight, and the other was around Eva's age.

"Mom, guess what, I - !" He stopped suddenly, staring at the younger Hermione sitting on the floor, who was apparently holding the hand of his Dad at the same age.

"Bloody Hell..." he said in a small voice, and Ron grinned. Yup, definitely his son. Hermione merely sighed. She glanced towards the little one, and he looked at her suspiciously for a second before breaking into a huge, ear to ear smile, and toddling towards her, giving her a big sloppy kiss. Ron moved the child to his lap quickly, noticing that Hermione looked like she was about the burst into tears again.

"Your Mum is a bit...emotional at the moment." He said, giving the child his trademark lopsided smile, and future Ron and Hermione smiled at each other.

"Well, well, well. Someone seems to have gotten themselves into a whole lot of trouble." said a female voice. Everyone looked up, and there was Ginny, holding a little baby with shocking red hair, and beautiful gray eyes, that were identical to Draco's.

"We have another one?!?" He blurted out, and younger Ginny blushed crimson, as did her brother.

"Yeah, you have another one?? For Merlin's sake, wasn't one enough, Gin??" Asked Ron. Ginny sent him a scathing look.

"It obviously wasn't enough for you, as you've had four with Hermione and another one is on the way!"

That shut Ron up. Future Hermione turned towards her husband.

"Don't tell me it's that obvious!" She said, and future Ron looked a bit uncomfortable.

"Of course not, Honey. You look amazing, beautiful...as you always do!" He said, sending a dirty look towards younger Ginny.

"Hey, it's not my fault you guys have been so busy, okay? I was just proving a point, here." She said, smirking. Ron and Hermione began to blush again, each cursing the fact that they couldn't keep their obvious embarrassment to themselves.

"So, let me guess, the ferret's left you, has he?" Ron asked future Ginny, looking quite hopeful.

"No....no, this "ferret" is here to stay, you prat." Said another voice. Ron recognized it immediately, it was the drawling voice of Draco, albeit a bit warmer than usual, and it was laced with humor. Draco stepped up behind Ginny, and smiled at his daughter, before looking at the rest of them.

"Big crowd. What exactly is going on? I bet you're to blame for this...you always were the clumsy one at school..." He said, smirking at Ron, that is, until Ginny elbowed him slightly.

"You've gone soft! A Malfoy, being controlled by a Weasley! How embarrassing!" Younger Draco said, and future Draco sent him a look that said if he continued, then he'd get his comeuppance later. Draco shut up, but glared at everyone in the room.

"Okay, would it be possible for everyone to introduce themselves again, just for clarity?" Said future Hermione, bossy as usual.

"Figures that'd never changed," Said Ron, smirking at Hermione. She scoffed.

"Well, it's obvious who we all are. And who you all are," She interjected, motioning to their future selves. She then motioned to the children. "But who, exactly, are they?"

Future Ron and Hermione began first.

"You've already met Brian and Keagan. That there - " Ron motioned to the boy who had been staring wide eyed at Ron and Hermione this entire time. "That would be Jordan. He's seven years old. And he..." Ron said, gesturing to the little toddler sitting in Ron's lap, talking a mile a minute about anything and everything, thoroughly bewildering Ron. "That is Daniel. He's three. And this..." Ron laid a hand on Hermione's belly. "This is the new baby. Another boy."

Younger Ron looked incredibly pale at the end of this little speech, like he was about to faint. Hermione looked like she was calculating how many years were between all of them, and Harry had a look on his face, smug, like he was thinking - I told you so.

"Moving on," said future Draco. "This is Aurelia. She's only one. And you've all already met Dillan, I presume?"

"And Eva," Younger Harry put in, smiling at the little girl. She sent him a smile, those big green eyes twinkling, then turned and hid her face in her daddy's shirt. She was obviously shy. Harry grinned to himself, then his face shadowed a bit.

"Where...where's my - I mean, where's Eva's mum?" He asked, sounding confused. Future Harry immediately shut down, and the rest of the adults exchanged looks.

"We'll talk about it later, Harry." said future Hermione, standing up. "Now, who's for tea?"