A/N: So basically I just suck at keeping promises. I didn't abandon this though I honestly just had writer's block for three months. I want this to be good, and I don't think very much of my fiction ability.

Disclaimer: I hope J.K. Rowling is spending a lovely birthday with family and friends.

Albus had been awake for hours. Gifted though he was, Time Travel was quite a complex form of magic, perhaps even more difficult than wand lore, but now he was sure he'd finally cracked it. It was odd, he thought, the modifications the Unspeakables had made. If he had the time, he would have to ask Ms. Granger, Mrs. Weasley, he corrected himself, smiling, about it.

Professor Dumbledore stood up from the kitchen table, placed the Time Turner in a pocket of his robes, and made his way into the sitting room. He sighed. There were the Weasleys, Harry, and Ms. Delacour all strewn about the space. He definitely regarded what he was about to do, as an extreme human rights invasion. However it was for the greater good, though the thought left him with a bitter taste in his mouth.

"Obliviate," Dumbledore spoke softly, but with great intensity. I bright light filled the room, but when it extinguished, only Ginny had stirred, before falling back to sleep. He turned his wand ever so slightly, and a fainter light illuminated the space before disappearing without a disturbance.

They wouldn't remember anything when they woke. He'd not been so foolish as to leave them downstairs with no idea as to how they'd gotten there. He had no wish to give Molly Weasley a heart attack. They would awaken in about 5 hours or so, thinking that they had all come downstairs in the middle of the night to find that it was Errol knocking at the window loudly while the cat yowled and tried to swipe his feathers. Then Molly had made them tea and they'd all fallen asleep after being too wound up to return to bed.

It wasn't a very exciting story, but it was better than all of those children and their parents facing criminal charges at the Ministry for breaking international wizarding law. So, Dumbledore continued to climb the stairs until he found the door labeled "Charlie's Room" and knocked.

Lily, who lay closest to the door heard a knock and immediately jumped up to open it.

"Good morning Professor Dumbledore," she said groggily. Her brothers and cousins stood up behind her.

"Have you solved it?" James demanded.

"Yes, Mr. Potter, I'm quite sure I have," there was a noticeable sense of relaxation at this pronouncement. He looked down at Lily as he awkwardly shifted his wand to his blackened hand. Some of the younger children gasped, having not noticed it before, but did not ask about it. With his good hand Professor Dumbledore retrieved the Time Turner from his pocket and hung it around Lily's neck. "I would like you to turn this toward yourself 21 times. I'll come with you, just to ensure that you're all safe." Lily smiled and began to count.

"21…20…19…" Professor Dumbledore looked up at Victoire to see her mouth Thank You. "2…1…" The room began to spin faster, faster, until everything-

"AAAH!"