Chapter 2

Christmas was a time that Hermione Weasley had always enjoyed, whether she was at Hogwarts or at home with her parents. But ever since she had given birth to her children Christmas had become something more.

A reminder.

A reminder that she'd made it. If somebody had told her at Christmas in 1997 that she'd be married and have two kids just twenty years after she had spent the year rolling around the countryside in a tent looking for pieces of the man's soul that was constantly trying to kill the boy she thought of as a brother, she'd have told them they'd had too much fire whiskey over the festive season and then sent them to St. Mungo's for a psychiatric check-up, because in 1997 she wasn't expecting to make it too her 19th birthday, after all she was a muggle born witch who was best friends with the Undesirable No. 1 and had close ties to the biggest blood traitor family in the Wizarding World.

But as she sat at the kitchen table in her home in 2017 and watched her two children and her husband of 14 years parade around the garden throwing snowballs at each other (Or enchanting them in Ronald's case) it was hard to think back to the time where she was unsure she'd make it to where she was today. The life that she was living seemed to her like the one that she was meant to lead. However she was very much aware that it could have gone much differently.

"Dad!" She heard her daughter scream in delight as Ron threw a particularly large snowball at her back. Hermione had to suppress a grin. Even at 12 years of age Rose was still very much a daddy's girl.

It seemed that the 'Annual Weasley Snowball Battle' as Ron had dubbed it many years ago had finished as two children came storming in through the backdoor leaving a trail of wet footprints as they went.

"Careful." Ron shouted as he followed them in. His red hair was stuck to his forehead and it looked like he'd aged ten years as it was now partially white. "They're getting better at that. Next time I'm going to need reinforcements."

Hermione nodded , "We can't beat them Ronald. You seem to be forgetting they've been trained by the best…George." Ron snorted in agreement before pecking his wife on the cheek and following his two children upstairs to change his clothes.

It wasn't long after Ron had gone that Hermione remembered she had left her office door unlocked. That wasn't a good idea in this house, her children had got the Weasley genes inside of them and that meant they were over curious and mischievous. No sooner had this thought crossed Hermione's mind she heard a shout from her husband.

Moving at a speed that would have rivalled Harry Potter back in his quidditch days she reached the top of the stairs just in time to see her children and husband disappear in a cloud of sand. 'My Time Turner.' She thought with as mental face palm before she broke out into a rather hysterical laugh which sounded more like a sob. She turned on her heel before racing to the fire place and shouting her sister in law's address. She knew Harry had got at least two time turners at home as they had both been given some of her modified ones to test and sign off as safe.

'Well," she thought, 'This is the ultimate test.'

…

"HARRY!" Hermione's panicked tone was enough to send anybody in the Potter home ducking for cover. No sooner had the floo stopped Hermione Weasley had stepped out of the fire place at Godricks Hollow and started yelling for her friend. "HARRY, GINNY!" She yelled again flying out of the living room and nearly slamming into a Christmas tree. Nearly in hysterical tears now it wasn't surprising that Hermione didn't notice the already frazzled look on Harry's face as he came out of his study to greet her.

"'Mione, what's the matter." He asked her as he wrapped his arms around his hysterical friend.

"YOU!" She yelled, "You and your bloody time turner idea."

Harry flashed his wife a worried glace over Hermione's shoulder. Ginny had just come out of Lily's bedroom a small bag in her hand.

"They've gone. Ron and the kids."

This sentence was enough to unsettle Harry as he bent his knees slightly to be eye to eye with her.

"Them as well?" He questioned. Hermione nodded before snapping her head up.

"What do you mean them as well." She paused before looking around the landing for any sign of the children. She was sure that James at least would have come to see what all the shouting was about.

"The kids Harry. Where are they?"

….

Ronald Weasley had never been one for adventures. At least he hadn't been for the past nineteen years.

After spending most of his teenage years getting in trouble with his wife and best friend he'd decided on the 3rd of May 1998 that from that point forwards he wanted to lead a relatively quiet life. So he had not been best pleased when he had followed the wet trail that his children had left into his wife's study. Where he knew she had been modifying time turners. The breaking into Hermione's study he could have dealt with however he nearly screamed in frustration when he saw what his son had got in his hand. Of course, it would be far too easy for him to have a quiet Christmas.

After ensuring he had shouted his wife to alert her to what was going on he stepped quickly into the office just as the sand started flowing. (How Hugo had managed to break it he had no idea), he grabbed his children's hands and within a second his home had drifted out of sight.

Like the Potter's had just minutes before them the Weasley's too, arrived in Grimmuand Place with a rather loud bang. Ron stood up and pulled both of his children to their feet before surveying their surroundings and looking for any threats. After ensuring nobody was about to curse them into oblivion the surroundings became extremely familiar to him.

"We're in Grimmuand Place." He exclaimed, surprise evident in his voice.

"Dad, did you bump your head or something? Because this looks nothing like Grimmuand Place." Hugo said his concern for his father's wellbeing growing. Ron had gone from confused to looking sick in two seconds.

"Oh hell." He whispered, as the onslaught of footsteps grew closer. Swallowing his anger towards his children he reached for his wand and pushed Rose and Hugo behind him, throwing a Shield Charm in their direction before holding his wand out and looking at the crowd that had gathered at the top of the stairs which led to the kitchen.

The Order members looked at the red heads in surprise. They had been expecting Potter. After all it was his kids that had arrived just minutes before.

"Ronnie." Molly Weasley whispered in disbelief as she stared at the face of her youngest boy who had just breathed a sigh of relief. His hair was still as red as ever and his face hadn't changed much, there were the odd wrinkle and laughter lines. But he had filled out. He had lost that gangly look and now was very muscular.

"Uncle Ron." Ron cast the Order members an odd look before spotting his nieces and nephews come out from the group of wizards. Lily came running towards him, he picked her up and rested her on his hip.

"What are you lot doing here?" He questioned, a rather confused look on his face.

"Ah… You see Uncle Ron. That's a long story." James told him before waving at his cousins who were standing behind what looked like a Shield Charm. At James wave Ron turned around to be faced with two very annoyed looking red heads. He muttered a quick spell and the shield fell. "Rosie, Hugo welcome to 1995."

"Ron." His mother repeated. "Is that really you?"

Ron nodded before placing Lily on the floor and giving a hug to a very relieved looking Al.

"It's me." He said moving forward with caution. He had already realized where they were and his anxiety had dropped as they were all safe for now. "I'm really glad it's 1995 though. I thought knowing my look I'd end up in the house of Black when the Blacks were actually living here. I bet that was 'Mione's doing. Her and Harry have been working on those blasted time turners for months. This must be some fail safe thing. If some idiots going to pick it up they might as well go back to somewhere safe." He turned to glare at his children with a look that clearly said 'your mom's going to kill us.' Before looking back at his nieces and nephews and the Order of the Phoenix. "Now, I know how we got here but how did you three manage it?"

…..

"They've gone." Ginny told her friend simply. "Harry and I went out to get the Christmas tree and when we got back his office door was open."

"And this was on the floor." Harry finished holding up the half empty pendant. Hermione snatched it from his hands.

"How did the sand come out?" She questioned. Her in-laws shrugged. She handed the time turner back to Harry before sagging against the wall in relief.

"Well at least we've still got one time turner left. We can go get them." She informed them.

"But they could be anywhere." Ginny pointed out. Hermione shook her head before grinning in relief.

"I charmed them. If a time turner is broken it will go back a minimum of twenty years. Anybody that broke it could have ended up at the start of the war. So I set it up to take them to August 1995 to Grimmuand Place. They'd be safe with the Order until we could get them back."

She looked at the relieved look on Harry's face before heading back towards the fire place. "I'm just going to pack them some things. The time turner will need at least a week to recharge to bring all of us back at the same time. Wait for me."

Still in shock Harry and Ginny nodded. It was at least two minutes until Harry formed a coherent thought, "We're going to see them all again."

There we go Chapter 2. I've still got more probably another two chapter that I'm editing so expect them very soon.

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