A/N: Sorry it took so long.
Disclaimer- I don't want to give you a reason.
With surprising swiftness, the Potters, Weasleys, and Lupins gathered on the dark landing outside Ron Weasley's bedroom door. The younger children were all gathered around Victoire and Teddy, and were talking excitedly, quite forgetting to keep their voices down.
"Shh! Everyone stop talking! We can't afford to wake anyone else up!" all fell silent at Teddy's whispered warning. They were staring expectantly at Victoire, and when she did not appear to have anything to add to Teddy's statement, Louis spoke up.
"Vic, what's going on?" Victoire looked around at Rose, Teddy, and Molly, hoping one of them had a better answer than I'm sixteen years old trapped in strange place with 12 other people to look after and you want me to sit down and give you a lecture on Time Travel! I don't even know if we have time traveled or not! We could be in another dimension, or this is all a dream and I'll wake up screaming when the ghoul comes out of the attic with a club! Mercifully, it was Rose who spoke.
"I think that's a Time Turner," she pointed to the necklace around Lily's neck, and looked to Molly for her nod of confirmation. Albus smacked himself on the forehead.
"I'm such an idiot," he exclaimed angrily, "I remember Dad telling me that story. I should have recognized it right away!" James was about to tell his brother that that was a dumb thing to say, but he was interrupted by his younger sister.
"What is a Time Turner?" Lily demanded, stamping her foot. Teddy made a shushing motion with his finger as he bent down at eye level with his adoptive sister.
"Did Harry of Aunt Hermione ever tell you the story of how they saved Harry's godfather Sirius in their third year with Aunt Hermione's Time Turner?" Lily thought for a second, and then brightened as she remembered Aunt Hermione's bedtime story last time she'd slept over with Rose and Hugo.
"Everyone thought that Sirius had killed Grandpa and Granny, but he hadn't, and before anyone could prove it, Peter Pettigrew got away, and your Daddy turned into a werewolf. Nobody would believe Daddy and Aunt Hermione except Professor Dumbledore, so Daddy and Aunt Hermione went back, saved Buckbeak, saved themselves from the Dementors, and then used Buckbeak to save Sirius," Teddy was about to open his mouth, but Lily added an afterthought, "the Ministry was going to kill Buckbeak because Mr. Malfoy's an idiot." All the older children chuckled involuntarily. Lily smiled, and then looked back at Teddy and said seriously, "So you think this is a Time Turner?"
"Yes."
"But I thought that they were all destroyed in the Battle of the Department of Mysteries," Hugo piped up.
"Lily, where'd you find that necklace?" Rose asked cautiously. Lily's face fell ashamedly.
"In Aunt Hermione's bag. I was supposed to be getting yarn for her, but I got distracted," Rose nodded, having expected something like that, this being Lily. "I'm sorry," Lily's bottom lip trembled. She hadn't meant to get them all in trouble.
"It's all right. Nobody's mad at you Lily." Teddy pulled her into a hug, and helped her dry her tears.
"I think," Rose began, "that someone must have brought Mum the new Time Turner from the Department of Mysteries, and for whatever reason she threw it her bag before we came to the Burrow."
"So, just to be clear, we think we've time traveled," Fred reiterated.
"It seems like it."
"Cool!" James, Louis, and Hugo grinned. The girls rolled their eyes.
"So where are we?" Domninque asked. The others fell silent. Suddenly, time travel didn't seem so awesome.
"That guy that woke up looked like Dad when he was sixteen," James remembered. Victoire nodded seriously.
"I thought so too. I going with the theory that we're at the Burrow sometime when Uncle Harry was staying for the Holidays."
"Well that's a relief," Roxanne muttered darkly.
"What?" Victoire glared at her younger cousin.
"Well we know where we are, sure, but how the hell are we supposed to get home?" Victoire had to admit that Roxanne had a point. She'd actually been wondering the same thing, but unfortunately her French pride got the better of her.
"Well if you're so smart, then why don't you give a suggestion," Dominique had to restrain Roxanne from barreling her sister into a wall. Fortunately for Dominique's weakening grip, it was Albus who spoke next.
"Professor Dumbledore."
"What?"
"Dad always says that Professor Dumbledore was the smartest man he ever knew. Here, Dumbledore's still alive. If we can get ahold of him, he might be able to help us get home." Teddy really didn't know what to make of this statement.
"But we can't do that," Molly replied, horror struck, "We were never supposed to be here. That's the golden rule of time travel. You must not be seen!"
"Yeah, but none of us knows how to get home. We need someone much smarter than the 13 of us put together. Which would you rather Molls, break the law and get home, or stay forever, and grow up to be two years younger than Dennis Creevey?"
"James' right," Teddy sighed, and Molly gave him a reproachful look, "I don't know how to get a hold of Professor Dumbledore, but we have to try. The Knight Bus won't be working, and the Floo Network's probably blocked off. I could apparate, but I'm not leaving you here alone," he looked at his girlfriend, "There's nothing else for it, unless," he turned to Lucy, who shrank back against her sister. She did not like the way Teddy was smiling at her. "Lucy! You're the best pumpkin pasty thief I've ever seen in my life. Do you think you could sneak back into Uncle Ron's room, nab a quill, inkpot, and a piece of parchment?" There was a reason she was good at stealing pumpkin pasties, just like there was a reason Fred had called her his functional mute since she was born. Lucy Weasley would not consider herself brave or outgoing, and she knew that Teddy could sense her hesitation.
"There's also a big snowy owl named Hedwig that I'm going to need in order to mail the letter. You're so good with animals, that I know she'll listen to you. Do you think you could get her for us Luce?" Teddy's compliment made Lucy glow.
"Okay," she smiled. Teddy looked at her seriously. He wanted to make sure that she understood every word.
"Go in there; get parchment, a quill, ink, and Hedwig. Don't wake Harry of Uncle Ron up." Lucy, nodded, turned on her heel, and carefully slipped back through the bedroom door. Molly bit her lip as she watched her little sister go.
"Teddy, why couldn't we have just used Errol?"
"Because Errol was half dead before Teddy born, and there's no way it could take him less than two days to get to Hogwarts." Molly looked annoyed. "What," Hugo protested, "that's what Dad always says!"
Sneaking back into Uncle Ron's room wasn't as difficult as Lucy had thought it would be. Uncle Harry and Uncle Ron were sound asleep, and the nearly full moon made it quite simple to edge around the two open trunks, several overturned boxes, and half a dozen stacks of spell books and dirty laundry that littered the floor. It of course helped that she now recognized the room as a room she'd been in hundreds of times before.
Lucy reached the window where a desk and wardrobe were kept. On the desk she found plenty of parchment, ink, and quills. Above her an owl screeched excitedly and Lucy jumped.
"Pig, sod off," Uncle Ron muttered as he turned over in his sleep. Lucy stared at him in wide eyed fear, but he did not wake. She turned back to the little owl.
"Pigwidgeon!" she whispered under her breath. Uncle Ron's beloved, pestilential, owl had died about 2 years ago, and she'd always been a special friend of his.
"Pigwidgeon hush," Lucy was surprised that that trick still worked. Uncle Ron has always said that she was the only one who could stop Pigwidgeon's squawking.
There was a soft hoot, and Lucy turned to look into the amber eyes of the most beautiful owl she had ever seen in her life. "Hello," Lucy whispered, slightly breathless, "you must be Hedwig. I'm Lucy." Lucy curtsied to the majestic owl. "Listen, I need you. I'm one of Uncle Harry's nieces and my family's in trouble. We need you to send a letter to Professor Dumbledore for us because we need his help. Can you come down and help me?"
Hedwig considered Lucy for a long, tense moment, before soaring gracefully down onto Lucy's outstretched arm, and allowed Lucy to carry out of Ron's bedroom.
There was a barely audible gasp from the crowd of children as Lucy reappeared with a snowy owl on her arm. She, however, lost no time in handing the ink, parchment and quill to Teddy. Teddy offered the inkpot to Victoire while he braced the parchment against the opposite wall. He then dipped the quill in the ink and began to write. Lucy stood on her tiptoes to read over his shoulder.
"Professor Dumbledore,
Please come to the Burrow immediately. It's an emergency…"
Teddy paused for a moment, and then quickly signed the letter.
"Lupin"
Teddy rolled up the piece of parchment, and Hedwig extended her talon. "I think we should take her downstairs, but we all must be very quiet," he warned. All the children nodded seriously. Victoire took Teddy's hand and squeezed it tightly. He smiled weakly at her, and they lead the silent procession down the stairs. Teddy silently thanked the Universe that he and his cousins had grown up in this house and had played hours of hide and seek and sardines. They knew every creaky floor board in this house, and managed to make it to the back door without any more disturbances. Teddy opened it, and then turned to Hedwig, who still resting comfortably on Lucy's shoulder. "Please take this directly to Professor Dumbledore Hedwig. We're counting on you." Hedwig nipped Teddy's nose affectionately, before seamlessly lifting off from Lucy's arm, and sailing into the winter night, the pink reflection coming off the snow, showing off her beauty as she disappeared.
A/N: I forgot how much I loved Hedwig until I wrote this. Please review, this is my longest chapter yet, and I really want to make sure it's up to your standards