Harry stepped out of his room, his heart hammering in his chest. Being in his old room was not too bad but as he stepped into the hall, old memories started to return. He shuddered as he paced the familiar carpet once more. He dreaded laying eyes again on his cupboard. Bile came up his throat, burning the roof of his mouth. He had not stepped foot in this cursed house since the Battle of the Seven Potters years ago. Was it all a dream? Had he dreamed being married in a Post-war magical world. He hoped not. Ginny crossed his mind and his eyes burned. He longed to see her. He forced himself down the stairs.

When he arrived, he heard deep angry breathing coming form the living room. He stepped into the room and there was a blur of red as he was knocked to the floor.

Arthur Weasley woke to an enraged scream come from his daughter's room. He sighed.

"Poor bastard. Wonder what Harry did this morning." He muttered as he sat up. Molly stirred next to him but he ruffled her hair. "Don't worry about it, dear. I'll check to make sure our daughter isn't murdering her husband."

Molly nodded and went back to sleep. Arthur stepped out into the hall as he spotted red hair marching up the stairs to Ron's room. He paused at the sight of pink pajamas with quaffles on them. Ginny had not worn pajamas like that in ages.

'Ah, did Ron transfigure her clothes? Better intervene or she's likely to kill him.'

He headed up the stairs as the sound of a door opening and a angry voice demand.

"Where is Harry, Ron?"

A tired voice replied. "Bloody Hell, Ginny. Why would I know where Harry is? He's supposed to be with you. Wait, where's Mione?"

"In my and Harry's room. Ron, look at me."

"Ginny… why are you so young?"

Arthur smiled at the talk of his children's spouses but that sentence made his blood run cold. He quicken his pace.

"I don't know. I thought maybe you and George had slipped a Disguise amulet on my and changed me back to thirteen, but I'm not wearing anything like that. Plus, you and Hermonie look fourteen again."

Arthur rounded the bend and found Ginny and Ron as she described, in their younger appearances. He closed the door behind him.

"Dad, what's going on?" Ron asked, his voice sounding worried.

"I don't know, Ron. But it's clearly not November right now, as it was at dinner last night. It feels like July."

Ginny's face turned pale. "Dad, if… if we aren't just transfigured but we actually went back in time, then where the hell is my husband?"

A small voice in his head told him he should tell her off for speaking to him that way, but he shook it away. She was twenty years old, and she had been married for two years. She had every right to be worried.

"I suspect…" He trailed off, not wanting to evoke his daughter's temper that she got from her mother. "I suspect he is with his aunt and uncle."

His only daughter's face went from white to red to white again.

"Dad, we need to get him out of there, now. He swore to never return to those horrible people again, and as his true family, we cannot leave him there."

"I agree." Arthur nodded curtly. Harry was as much his son as Ron was, even before he had married Ginny. "Harry has confessed some things to me about his time there. I'm sure he has told you more."

Ginny nods. "Yeah. It took a lot of coaxing to get it out out him. Please dad, can we go get him now."

"Yes, let me grab my wand and dress and we can Side-Along Apperiate over there. We need to be careful though. We don't know if he or the others have also traveled back with us."

"I really hope mum has." Ron remarked as he pulled on his socks. "I really don't want to have to sneak around with Mione anymore."

"Same with me and Harry." Ginny deadpanned.

Arthur shook his head. "Just, keep it age appropriate please. At least until we figure out how to get back home. Ron, while we are collecting Harry, I want you to figure out the date and what year we are in. And don't wake your mother or brothers."

"On it, dad. If the Prophet hasn't come yet, there is a muggle just down the road that doesn't collect their paper until noon. I should be able to view the date no issue."

Ginny rushed off to her room to change as Arthur returned to his room as well. Molly was still sound asleep as he emerged and headed downstairs. Ginny was waiting at the apperiation point, tapping her foot. He smiled at his youngest child and she took his arm. Time to go rescue Harry Potter.

Harry blinked as he looked up into the grinning face of Ginny. Any doubts that she was not from his future were banished when he saw the love in her eyes. But she also looked very worried as well.

"Come on Harry, let's get you out of this horrid place." She got off him and held out her hand to pull him up. He noticed Arthur Weasley had his wand trained on Vernon.

"Hello, son. Get your trunk and sent Hedwig onto the Burrow. Don't worry, the muggles won't touch you."

"Is he…" Harry cut off, unsure how to ask.

"From our time? Yes, as is Ron for sure. He would be alright with a little kissing and stuff, if you want."

Harry smiled but he had never felt less in the mood. "Sorry, don't really feel like that here."

She hugged him. "I can't blame you. Not after everything that happened in this damn house. I wish I could burn it down."

Harry hugged her close. "Just you offering is enough, my love. Let's go home."

Ron sighed in relief as the prophet was delivered. He saw the date and went white. It was four days before the Quidditch world cup. They were fourteen again. Ginny was twelve and married. He laughed, long since over his unease of his best friend and sister being an item. He knew how much Harry loved her and didn't have to worry about him hurting her. No, he had a bigger issue to address. Harry was a horacrux again. He gripped the prophet tighter as he automatically started pulling out the dishes to prepare breakfast. After their misadventures at seventeen, Harry had taught him how to cook both with and without magic. Ron had vowed to never let himself get that hungry again, especially since Harry still insisted on chasing down every dark wizard in existence. Their little group: Harry, Hermonie, Ginny, Neville, Luna, and himself had continued to work together to counter Dark wizards. Luna had given them the nickname of the Six Shining Stars. Hermonie and Harry had disliked the name at first, but he knew they had warmed up to it. As he started cooking, he swore that he would be worthy of that title. He would have Harry's back this time round. Never again would his brother stand against the jeers and hate of the school without him.

Footsteps came down the stairs and paused. Then a voice hit his ears. The voice was so incredulous and so familiar it hurt Ron to his very core.

"Oh, when did you learn to cook, little brother?" Fred asked, his hair rumpled and his smile cocky.

Ron dropped an egg onto the floor. "Fred?"

And perfect place for a cliffhanger. What will happen next? Who else has returned from the future? Find out next time!