Hello. Again. I realise it's been a while, ok a very long time but here is Chapter 5!

Chapter 5:

After Harry, had taken Ginny up to her old room so as she could sleep on an actual bed he came back to the kitchen and surveyed the Order. His eyes flitted over his younger self who was settled between Ron and Hermione, both of whom were trying to look anywhere but at each other. He then turned his attention to his best friends, the older versions, and gestured for them to follow him out into the hallway.

Both obeyed without question and excused themselves from the kitchen, the eyes of the Order following them as they left the room, all three of them obviously as close in the future as they were in the present. No words had been exchanged between them before they had left the room just several well-placed glances and a gesture of Harry's head and Ron and Hermione had followed without asking why.

"Looks like they are just as telepathic in the future as they are now." Tonks mumbled to Remus and Sirius. She had picked it up the first dinner she had attended with just Ron and Hermione, before Harry's arrival when Hermione had simply said "Ron," He hadn't even let her finish before he'd passed her the pepper that was just out of her reach.

It had only escalated when Harry arrived. All three of them seemed to have in depth conversations in just glances. They'd made decisions together at dinner when Sirius was giving them the rundown of the Order. To be honest it was a little creepy but only emphasised how close the three of them were.

Fred and George nodded to each other as the 'golden trio', as the whole of Hogwarts had dubbed them, exited the room. They rolled out the extendable ears as discreetly as possible; Sirius noticed this and caught the strings that George had passed over, he passed one to Tonks and Remus. The latter of whom frowned at him disapprovingly but still brought the string up to his ear anyway.

"We need a plan." Harry said casually, but he gestured to the door that they had just come through, the message clear. They were probably being listened to.

"What do you mean we need a plan? Did you two not come up with one before you came here?" Ron asked curiously, "Hermione doesn't usually piss without having a plan."

"We were kind of distracted with getting you all back. We kind of just acted." Hermione defended irritated. "Believe it or not watching your husband and kids disappear from time will do that to a person."

Ron grimaced in apology, "Sorry love. Won't happen again." He pulled her close and dropped a kiss onto her temple.

Harry nodded his head in agreement of Hermione's earlier statement, "Besides when have any of our plans actually worked, we plan, we get there and all hell breaks loose anyway."

"That's not always true." Hermione snapped.

"Gringotts." Harry and Ron said in unison. This earned them both a slap on the arm from Hermione.

"I don't count that." She defended. "The dragon was a rather unexpected problem and it worked out ok in the end. Besides when are you ever going to escape from a bank robbery on the back of a dragon again."

Ron smiled slightly. "Despite the circumstances, I rather enjoyed that."

"We can't change anything." Harry said suddenly, as if this thought had just occurred to him whilst looking back at the Gringotts incident.

"Not unless we want to cause a serious issue when we get back, we'll still go back but our lives probably won't be the same." Hermione told him. "The future would have changed without our knowledge."

"Dumbledore!" Ron exclaimed his eyes fixed on something behind Harry and Hermione's head.

"What about him?" Harry asked a hint of humour in his tone.

"Good evening Mr. Weasley." A voice spoke from behind them. "I must say you look a lot older then you did when I last saw you. So, unless I've been gone longer than I thought you, Miss. Granger and Mr. Potter must be from the future."

Harry and Hermione both turned around as if set on fire. "Good evening Professor." Hermione said as Harry inclined his head in greeting.

"Maybe we should go to the kitchen and you can explain." Dumbledore suggested his eyes twinkling. "It seems like it's going to be a very interesting story."

"You've got no idea Sir." Ron told him.

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After Dumbledore, had made himself known the people in the kitchen who had been eavesdropping on the trio had exploded into a flurry of panic as they rolled away the extendable ears and turned their attention back to their dinners. Thoughts of dragons and a bank robbery occupying their thoughts.

Mrs. Weasley had prepared another four plates of food for her children from the future and had placed Ginny's on the charmed hotplate to keep it warm for her. She sat the three plates on the table as Harry, Ron and Hermione came back into the room, followed by Dumbledore who nodded to the Order assembled around the room before his eyes settled on the five children that he had never seen before.

"Maybe somebody would like to let me know what is going on." He asked as he sat down at the head of the table and accepted the plate of food that Molly had placed in front of him. "But first I must ask. Voldemort?"

"Gone." Harry answered simply.

"And what I think is true. About it being..." He asked cryptically. However, Harry seemed to know what he was on about.

"You were right. It was me." Dumbledore nodded and silenced the rest of the questions in the room with a wave of his hand.

"You cannot know. It may change the course of the future. We will all understand very soon."

The trio exchanged another meaningful look as Hermione stepped forward to start the story sensing that the conversation was over.

"22 years into the future, where we're from. We've started to develop time turners that can go back years instead of hours. We reached a few glitches and in the end realised that they could go back but a minimum of 20 years so I charmed them to come back here, 22 years if someone broke them." She explained.

"Hermione asked me to double check her reports before she gave them to the Ministry board to pass so I had two time turners and Hermione kept one. The kids found them and had a…" Harry paused not sure what to call it.

"Accident." Ron interrupted. "We'll call it an accident." He said cutting a look at his children, niece and nephews.

"Accident." Harry agreed, "And we came to get them. We're kind of stuck for a week though whilst the remaining time turner recharges to take us all back to the exact time that we left."

Dumbledore nodded as he spooned another mouthful of potato into his mouth.

"We'll have to stay here, if that's ok Sirius." Hermione asked. "It's not like we can go outside."

Sirius nodded. "I'm not going to send you away and I'd like to get to know my god-grandchildren and honorary god-grandchildren." He grinned widely at the Potter and Weasley children who all smiled back at him.

"Can I have a room?" Lily asked Sirius excitedly. Sirius nodded eagerly. She reminded him so much of Lily Evans it made his heart clench, looking at Remus he could see that he felt the same way.

"Not to yourself Lils." Ron told his niece. "There are still some nasty things here, that eat little red headed girls."

Lily looked disbelievingly at her uncle before looking to her father for conformation. Harry looked at the solemn look on his daughters face and nodded seriously.

"I want to share with Rose then, if something does happen then I can throw Rose to it first." She said.

The table broke out in laughter, "You can share with Rose if you want Lily. Hugo can share with Al and James." Hermione assured.

"No I don't think so. If Al and James share the house will get destroyed. One of them can share with me and Gin. Or just Gin. I expect I'm sleeping on the kitchen table probably." Harry said thoughtfully.

"I still can't believe you drugged her Harry. She's going to be furious." Hermione told him as she began to eat.

"To be honest though that might be a blessing." Sirius said bitterly. "The house getting destroyed. Not Harry drugging his wife." He clarified wriggling his eyebrows at the younger Harry and Ginny, both of whom blushed furiously.

"Come on Sirius. You know it's for the best if you stay here." Dumbledore reprimanded gently. "I'm sure that now our visitors have arrived they will keep you entertained."

"You bet we will." James told his namesake eagerly as he shovelled his mashed potato into his mouth with enthusiasm. Harry wrinkled his nose in disgust at his son.

"James you're going to choke. No-one's going to take it off you slow down." He reprimanded.

James smiled cheekily before slowing down and making a big gesture of swallowing slowly. "Better?" He asked his father.

"Watch it." Harry warned. "Just because you're safe doesn't give you right of passage to be a pain in the arse."

"Daddy." Lily said, "That's a stickle in the swear jar."

Harry looked at his youngest and only daughter, her face was set in such a serious way it reminded him of Ginny.

"Of course, Lils. It's the first place I'll go when we get home." He promised sincerely.

"Swear jar?" Ron questioned quietly. "Am I going to have to contribute to that as well." He asked his best friend when Lily's attention was firmly back on Tonks who was changing her nose for the entertainment of the people in the room.

"Quite possibly. It's a new thing we're trialling – James swore the other day and Ginny suggested a swear jar so as none of us swore. I don't know why because she's as much to blame as I am but…" He trailed off realising he had the attention of everybody who wasn't as bothered by Tonks' nose.

"That's a good idea Harry. Maybe we should enforce that." Older Hermione suggested. "What with the rate you swear Ron we would have saved enough for Rose and Hugo to have separate TV's in their room within a month."

"Yeah. But it wouldn't really be saving it'd just be me putting all my money into it." He told her in between mouthfuls of pie. "Is there any left mom?"

Molly nodded eagerly and gestured for her youngest son to follow her to the stove. He obeyed and followed her to the stove running his hand gently over Hermione's hair as he left, the Order all smiled at the blatant display of affection. His mother smiled gently at him as he approached her.

"You seem happy Ron." She smiled up at him brushing his fringe out of his eyes.

"I am. I've got an amazing family and discounting this little… glitch, we've had a quiet, happy life." He told her a grin stretching across his face.

"I'm so pleased about you and Hermione. Now she's part of the family. Properly."

"About time right. I've only loved her since I was 12." He said sarcastically.

"And your sister? She's happy too." Molly questioned, she hadn't had a chance to gage her daughter yet as she had fallen asleep as soon as she had gotten here.

"Yeah. Her and Harry get together… next year this time. I didn't like it at first but he looks at her like she'd hung the stars even back then and that hasn't changed in 22 years." He told her. "And he doesn't make a habit of slipping her calming draughts. This is the first time it's happened and he was thinking about all of our hearing."

"Good." She said with a tone of finality spooning more pie onto her son's plate. "I'm sure Ginny will have something to say when she wakes up though."

"I don't doubt that." Ron told her with a wry smile. "I think Harry's going to be in trouble. Gin might be a Potter now but her Weasley temperament is still there."

As if Ginny, had been waiting for the perfect moment to enter the tranquillity of the kitchen was broken by a banging in the hallway and a very loud shout.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" Shouted a very angry red head as she entered the room, Harry had shot up out of his seat and darted to the furthest end of the room. "I hope you can explain yourself."

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Ginny Weasley watched as her older counterpart stepped into the kitchen. Her red hair was still just as fiery, apparently so was her temper as her husband (she still blushed when she referred to THE Harry Potter as that in her head) fled to the end of the room furthest away from the door. The rooms attention flickered between Older Harry and Ginny as if they were a tennis match, Dumbledore watched with extreme interest as Sirius had filled him in on the calming draught Harry had given to his wife with the extreme glee of someone who wanted drama after 12 years in Azkaban.

Silence settled over the room as Harry Potter, the man who stopped the darkest Wizard of all time waved at his wife.

"Would it help if I apologised?" He questioned.

"It might be a start." She shouted as she dug around in the hem of the jeans for her wand. "You cheeky git! You drug me and take my wand!"

Harry shrugged helplessly backing further round the table as his wife came further into the room. "Sorry. I was just thinking of the kids."

"My wand Harry. Where the hell is it?" She shrieked. Before casting her eyes over, her brother and sister in law. "I'd like it back. Whichever one of you two have it."

Both remained silent and cast their eyes downwards. Ginny sighed, "If that's the way you want to play it… Accio."

Her wand flew out of Hermione's beaded bag and into her hand.

"How did she manage that?" George whispered to his brother. But he was quickly shushed as Older Ginny seemed to have lost all her temper as her eyes welled with tears as she pulled her children into another hug.

Older Harry sagged in relief as he noticed his wife smiling, albeit begrudgingly, at him between Albus and Lily's shoulders. "Come here you." She said gesturing for her husband who approached warily before wrapping his arms around his wife.

"Sorry." Came the muffled response. "I didn't think it'd knock you out just remove a bit of anger."

"It's ok." She continued threateningly as she pulled away from her children to approach and hug her mother. "But Harry. If you ever pull a stunt like that again I'm bringing my bat bogey hex back into action."

"Noted."

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