4
The kids were ushered into the living room. Hugo was carried onto one sofa to lie down and rest while Mrs Weasley helped with his leg injury, and the other six children cramped together on another couch, drowned by gasps and 'oh god's not only from them, but also from the other people in the room—Sirius, Lupin, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Fred and George.
Dumbledore's arrival from the fireplace using the floo network started the investigation, where everyone realised that questions were really what they needed, not only surprising sounds and shrieks.
'Albus (Dumbledore)! Oh thank god you're here! We have a really confusing situation here—'said Mrs Weasley.
'—These kids are probably dementors—Professor Dumbledore!' Sirius interrupted 'And one of them says she's the child of Harry and Ginny here! I mean, how? My godson is so young and—even I had my first sexual interaction with a girl at the age of sixteen, Harry?! Never thought you fancied the hot body outline of girls so much, eh?—'
'How could you, Harry? I thought you were my best mate!' Ron repeated for like, the hundredth thousandth time.
Comparing to the others' disbelieving faces, Dumbledore looked exceptionally calm 'So—how did the kids happen to be here? Did they appear at the door? Did they barge in? Where are they from? And most importantly, who are they? Can anyone tell me?'
'Sir, they just appeared out of nowhere, well, at least we think so—' Lupin started.
'There was this loud bang, and there they were, in the corridor over there!' Sirius interrupted again, pointing at the corridor they had just been.
Professor Dumbledore stepped into the corridor Sirius had noted and did a bit of Sherlock Holmes 'Hmm, there's some gold dust… can anyone explain?'
When nobody raised their hands, not even Hermione, he looked at the kids.
Rose motioned to James, who hesitated, then said 'W-well, it was a time turner.'
The gasps and 'oh god's grew louder, if possible.
Dumbledore smiled' A time turner?', wanting James to continue speaking.
'Y-yes, sir. A time turner. I think I dropped it and then boom, we're here.'
"So you're from—the past? Or the future? Is there another 'Harry' and 'Ginny' we don't know?"
'There might be.' Rose answered this time 'But it doesn't look like it. They do look like the Potters we're talking about.' Motioning to Harry and Ginny.
Harry and Ginny grew redder. Ron glared more, looking like he's about to burst. Fred and George smirked even more, shipping Harry and Ginny crazily like One direction fangirls. Mrs Weasley's jaw dropped more, an inch above the ground.
'So what year are you from?' Dumbledore asked the kids.
'2016.' Rose answered.
Mrs Weasley's jaw officially touched the ground.