A/N: Summer vacation has started! My former drama director died on Friday, May 31st, and her motto was "Do something creative every day." In her honor I'm taking that on and I'm going to write a new chapter for this or "I'm Not Doctor Who I'm Your English Teacher" every day until they're finished. I apologize for the long wait. I promise not to make you wait any longer.

"Charlie and Fred," Molly whispered, an edge of panic in her voice.

"Sorry?"

"We all know there's a war coming. You're from our future and none of you mentioned Charlie of Fred. What happens to my sons?" Molly eyes were pleading with Teddy. He was at a loss for words.

"Uncle Charlie's been on special assignment in China, but he got permission to come home for Christmas. Uncle Fred's still there with Uncle George at the joke shop. He and Uncle Charlie are still single, but I heard Dad telling Maman that Uncle Charlie met a dragon trainer in the Heilong Jiang province and they really hit it off. Uncle Charlie says she's one of the few female dragon trainers in the world!"

Teddy turned around to see Victoire moving to the coffee table, tray laden with tea mugs. As protective as Teddy was of her, he sincerely hoped that Victoire joined the Auror office. She was the most convincing liar he knew.

"So you're really our kids? This isn't some elaborate practical joke?" Bill was staring at Victoire like she was an awesome piece of art piece that he would be expected to describe in great detail later on.

"Believe me, I wish it was. If I know Maman, she's out of her mind right now and Uncle George might not be far behind. Besides, it's creepy when your own family doesn't recognize you." Victoire blushed as she realized how uncomfortable she'd just made the atmosphere.

"And you said your name is Teddy Lupin. Are you related to Professor Lupin?" Teddy opened his mouth to answer his godfather, but it was again Victoire who interrupted him.

"Look, it's late and we're all tired. Professor Dumbledore said that it could take hours to crack the Time Turner, and we've broken enough international laws for one night. I'm sorry, but the less you know the better. We're all fine, really. We just need some sleep, or Father Christmas isn't going to come. Ted," Teddy snapped out of his trance, "Allons-y," Teddy nodded.

"Good night," Teddy called as Victoire dragged him up the stairs. "What was that about?" Teddy was able to catch his breath when they stopped outside Charlie's bedroom door.

"We're already in over our heads!," Victoire kept her voice so low that Teddy had to bend down to hear her, "They shouldn't know who we are yet because we shouldn't be here! I f they find out about your parents and Uncle Fred, Lavender Brown, Colin Creevey and the rest, we might as well blow everything to Hell because it'll fuck up all kinds of shit!" Victoire was whispering, but her breath was heavy and her face was sweaty.

"Okay, okay calm down. Let's go check on the kids and see what happens at breakfast." Teddy, stroked her forehead, and she breathed deeply.

"Yeah, you're right. Aunt Ginny always says that worry doesn't fix anything. I guess she would know." Teddy smiled and opened the door.

Downstairs no one had moved except Harry and Ginny. They'd found their way to the far corner near the front door and were whispering quietly.

"What do you think?" Harry strained to read Ginny's expression in the dark.

"Wow. That's all I can think. I mean sure, I thought I'd have kids someday, but wow. I mean, that future seemed so far away until now. You?" Harry sighed.

"I honestly didn't think I'd live this long."

"Harry!"

"I mean it! I figured I'd be killed in the end. Probably fighting Voldemort," Ginny didn't even bat an eye, "I mean, God, I couldn't be happier to think I have a future with you, but we're still kids!" It had slipped out before he knew what he was saying. Ginny's eyes widened momentarily, and then she smiled.