Chapter 3:
"Like I said Uncle Ron. Long story." James grinned before turning around and sprinting back towards the kitchen. "OI. James Sirius Potter you get your arse back here or even your father won't be able to save you."
He cursed at his Godsons fleeing back before pulling Rose and Hugo in front of him and bending down to check for any injuries.
"You two ok?" He asked the two.
Rose nodded in conformation but Hugo held his right hand up and showed a fairly deep cut to his father.
"I got it when I broke the time turner. Sorry about that by the way."
Ron shook his head, "That's not important now. We're all safe." He told him before pulling his wand out and muttering a spell under his breath that Hermione had taught him and Harry back in the long days when they were rolling around in the tent which smelt strongly of cats.
Seeing the cut close up gave Ron a warm feeling, Hermione had laughed when he'd told her about it. She'd told him it was unconditional love that he was feeling for his children and as he kissed his son on the forehead he had to admit, he loved them both more than anything in the world, they were his proudest achievements. No matter what stunt they'd pulled.
It was George (Or maybe it was Fred?) That broke Ron out of his daze.
"Bloody hell. Who let Ron reproduce with them?" He questioned the group as a whole.
Younger Ron let out a sound of offense before taking a swing at his brother. Older Ron however couldn't resist throwing a rude hand gesture at his brother to mask the ache that he felt in his chest as he looked at his twin brothers, one of whom was dead, while his children's attention was on Albus and Lily.
"RON!" His mother shrieked at him.
He shrunk under her gaze. Even at 39 years of age she still scared him. Sirius, Remus and Tonks all let out a laugh before approaching Ron and shaking his hand warmly, (Or pecking his cheek in Tonk's case.) None of them seemed to notice the pained look on the time traveller's face.
It was then Molly Weasley found it fit to lead the guests into the kitchen.
"So as the children can introduce themselves Ronnie." She glowed at the word children.
Two of them were defiantly her Grandchildren. Maybe all of them if the looks of Lily Potter were anything to go by.
...
Upon entering the kitchen Ron took in its familiar surroundings with a grin. Rose who saw her father start smiling linked her arm through his as they sat down at the table.
"Right." James grinned. "I do believe it was your turn Al."
Albus grinned at the room as a whole, "As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted." He cast a playful glare at his cousins and Uncle, "My names Albus…" He hesitated, Ron nodded at him reassuringly. "…Severus Potter." There was a collective intake of air as the room looked at Harry as if he'd grown two heads. Ron decided to take pity on his nephew.
"Listen stuff goes on. It hasn't happened yet. Let's move on."
Al smiled gratefully at his Uncle, "I'm twelve, first year Gryffindor. My dad's Harry. But I guess you knew that."
Taking that as his queue James stood up.
"Right you've met the rest now meet the best." He grinned cheekily as Ron laughed. He had defiantly got the Maunderers genes in him.
"James Sirius Potter."
Sirius jumped out of his seat with a cheer so loud he woke up Mundungus who had been dozing in the corner since the Potters had arrived, obviously not fazed by the events and ran around the table to hug (strangle) his godson.
"Pleasure to meet your acquaintance. Again for most of you. Although Uncle Ron you don't half look young over there." He nodded his head towards the red head who was sitting in-between Harry and Hermione.
"You cheeky git. Two kids and twenty two years will do that to a person." Ron said, offended.
"Yeah whatever. Anyway I'm 14, Gryffindor fourth year. I'm a Chaser on the Quidditch team." At this point he paused for applause from his audience. "And I'm the best Potter since Grandpa James."
This comment brought him resistance from his siblings and Rose and Hugo who had started yelling that Uncle Harry was miles better that he was.
Ron shook his head and counted to three before clearing his throat. "HELLO!"
The children stopped arguing immediately and Hugo stood up to introduce himself.
"Right erm… I'm Hugo Arthur Weasley."
Mr. Weasley beamed at his son, both present and future before turning his attention back to Hugo.
"I'm nine. Nearly ten." He added hastily, without his cousin Molly here he was the youngest Weasley even though he was only four months younger than Lily.
"I don't go to Hogwarts but mum, dad and Rose say it's great. I want to be in Gryffindor like the rest of my family."
The room smiled at the boy. Molly Weasley took in his appearance, he looked a lot like Ron, he had red hair, a long nose, freckles and was far too tall for his age. But his eyes, she looked around the room and smiled as she confirmed her suspicions. Hermione's eyes.
….
Rose unlinked her arm from Ron's and stood up tucking a strand of her frizzy red hair behind her ear in disgust. Whilst she loved her mom and dad more than anything but their DNA combined wasn't great, she had her mother's untameable curls and her father's colour. Her hair had fallen out of its braid while she'd been outside so it looked like somebody had taken a balloon to her head as it was wild, if she didn't get a brush and elastic soon somebody was going to get a face full of hair.
"I'm Rose Nymphadora Weasley." She said, beaming at the room.
Tonks let out a sigh of disgust.
"Ron. Why an earth would you give your child that name? Don't get me wrong I'm flattered, but really do you want her to get bullied."
"It's not that bad." Rose defended her parents' choice of names.
"Yeah it is." James protested. "Uncle Ron, were you and dad in a competition for the worst baby name or something? I mean, Nymphadora I can understand. But Severus. Dad defiantly had you beat with that and besides if Rose was going to get bullied about anything it'd be her hair."
Rose glared at her cousin. "Says the person that shares a name with a really bad pun and has a face like a confused Hippogriff half the time."
Sirius felt the need to stand up and defend his name, "But it's a siriusly good one."
"Whatever… I'm Rose Weasley. A first year Gryffindor, I'm eleven but it's my birthday next week, in twenty two years' time." She added as she realised it was 1995 and she hadn't even been thought about yet. "I love quidditch and I'm going to try for keeper like dad next year."
Rose sat down and picked a carrot off the plate her grandmother had just placed in front of her.
"Thanks Grandma." She and Hugo chorused.
Molly smiled, "Not a problem." She then placed another plate in front of James, and then Albus and Lily.
"I suppose you're hungry as well Ronniekins?" Fred (Or George) asked.
"Not really." The whole room blanched in shock. He quickly explained. "I'm feeling too queasy from the thought of Hermione's reaction when she gets here. I shouted her before we disappeared."
Ron then realized what he'd said. "Bloody hell." He groaned noticing the room slowly understanding what he said.
To then make matters worse Hugo spoke up.
"You're gonna be on the sofa for the rest of your life when mom gets us back."
"MOM!?" The question rung through the room.
Ron chose to ignore the question and his steadily blushing cheeks as he turned to his son.
"Excuse me?" He said, "It was you two that went into our office, you know full well you aren't allowed to do that, there is a lot of stuff that could hurt you. If anything she's going to be annoyed with you two."
Young Ron and Hermione had slowly sunk into their seats as Harry, who sat between them, grinned and asked, "Shall I move over there. If you two are feeling the urge to jump each other that is."
Fred and George kept making faces at the pair and Bill had come round the table to congratulate his brother on landing the girl.
However the arguments from both generations were soon stopped as three older people had stepped into the room. All of them were quite clearly sitting at the table, only younger.
"Actually Ronald," Hermione's clear voice broke over the busy chatter of the room as everybody stopped to look at the trio in the doorway, "I'm not annoyed with anybody. I'm just glad you're all ok."
She took one look round the room before she launched herself at her children and kissed her husband, much to the embarrassment of their younger counterparts.
Chapter three folks. I'm really on a roll this afternoon.
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