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Chapter 1: The Time Turner.
It was a normal day at the Burrow; crowded, loud, but warm and welcoming.
Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny were sitting in the large and overgrown garden, surrounded by many other adults, all surveying their children playing by the pond in amusement.
Harry sighed happily to himself as he thought of how lucky he was. He had three children, a beautiful wife, and the family that he craved so much throughout his difficult childhood. Even in the happiest years of his life at Hogwarts, he still didn’t think of himself growing old, or eventually having a family. In fact, he did not think of his future at all. All that he could see in front of him was Voldemort.
Every time Harry had even begun to be happy, feel like his life was finally taking a turn for the better, feel like he was finally going to be content with his life, it was snatched away by him. Voldemort tauntingly lured Harry into a false sense of happiness and security, and then cruelly snatched it away.
His mind was just beginning to delve into the thoughts of the all the people that he had lost throughout his life, until he felt his shoulders being roughly shaken.
Ginny began clicking her fingers in his face, but Harry only began to take action when Ginny began drawing her wand with a menacing look in her eye.
‘I’m awake, I’m awake! why do you always go for your wand?!’ he exclaimed, knowing full well that Ginny was very well accomplished at performing certain hex’s.
This earned a few sniggers from the rest of the family, and Harry shot them a good few glares as Ginny continued talking to him.
‘Well when you’re finally in this world,’ she smiled smugly, ‘I want you to go and check on the children. I don’t like the way they’re all grouped together like that, it makes me thing that they’re planning something.’
‘Well, judging by the fact that I myself am very learned in the art of jokes and pranking, I would say that they’re not planning, but showing.’ Remarked George, in a solemn tone that startled most of his siblings.
Everyone present knew that George and his deceased twin Fred were very well learned in the arts and ways of pranksters, both being the main participants in causing havoc at Hogwarts in the six and a half years that they were there, along with their trusted friend Lee Jordan.
Whilst everybody else was marvelling at the way that George had so skilfully interpreted the small grouping down by the pond, Harry let out a load groan.
’James had better not of been rooting around in the study again, it was bad enough last time.’
The last time James had been caught delving around in his study, Harry walked in to find a boggart of a Dementor in one corner and a cowering James in the other whilst live bats flittered around the room, attacking him as he strode in.
Percy smirked at the memory of Harry appearing in the fireplace covered in bat bites and asking for Mrs.Weasley’s healing hands and potions.
‘And you can stop smirking Percy, just you wait until Molly and Lucy’s hormones kick in, then you’ll be the one complaining.’ Harry commented, making Percy’s ear’s turn the exact same colour of his vivid ginger hair and making the adult generation of the Weasley clan roar with laughter.
‘Why do I have to go anyway?’ Harry whined to Ginny, as everybody was recovering from seeing Ron falling off his chair with a snort.
‘Because you,’ she surveyed his face lovingly, ‘are the most mature person here apart from Hermione and as she is otherwise preoccupied,’ she continued, casting a sideways glance at her, who was somewhere between laughing at Ron and scolding him for drinking too much fire whiskey, ‘you have to go.’
‘But you’re mature, why can’t you go?’ he replied.
‘Because I don’t want to and my feet are killing me. So go, unless you want me to perform my excellent interpretation of the Bat-Bogey hex,’ Harry winced, ‘I advise you go now.’ she finished with a stern edge in her voice, but a loving look in her eyes.
‘Alright, alright.’ Harry muttered, and he grudgingly stood up from his comfortable chair, and began to walk towards the pond.
The Burrow really was a beautiful place, especially in the summer, when the sun seemed to sparkle off of every leaf and blade of grass, and the insects lazily buzzed past. When the evening began encroaching on the afternoon was especially beautiful, the setting sun beautifully setting its fading rays on to the pond, dappling the water in a picturesque way.
As he approached the vast grouping of the next generation of Potter’s and Weasley’s, and one Lupin, he called out to Teddy, ‘Teddy! Teddy, Ginny’s getting worried that you’re planning something bad.’
At this, Teddy glanced up and a look of terror crossed his face that was the mirror image of Remus Lupin, his father.
However, he soon showed his relation to his mother, Nymphadora Tonks (Although she much preferred to just be called Tonks) as he changed his electric blue hair to an angry red as he began to shout at James, in true Metamorphagus style.
Harry began to think something was wrong when his son, Albus, lunged at his other son, James, and collective shouts echoed throughout the group. He began to sprint towards them, and a quick glance behind him showed that all of the other parents were jogging towards them.
A bright light began to fill the Burrow’s surrounding land, and Harry shouted furiously at the children, particularly his eldest, ‘JAMES! WHAT DID YOU DO?’
Before his children, nephews, nieces and godson disappeared with the bright light as soon as it came.
All of the Weasley and Potter cousins, and Teddy Lupin, were gathered around the small pond in the Burrow’s extensive surrounding garden.
They were all engaged in different activities; Lily, Lucy, Roxanne and Hugo were sitting in a disjointed circle underneath a large oak tree, talking animatedly about what it would be like to finally go to Hogwarts. Dominique and Molly were sitting on the very edge of the water, dipping their feet into its cool depths, giggling secretively, whilst Teddy and Victoire sat not far from them, in each other’s arms, much to the distaste of the rest of the younger generation. Louis sat contentedly reading a large book in one hand, while lazily swinging his arm in the shallow water, until Albus and Rose ran past him, splashing wildly and drenching him and his beloved book, much to everybody’s amusement except his own. Finally, Fred and James sat on the end of the small jetty, quietly talking feverously and glancing around in a suspicious manner.
The tightly knit family was enjoying their blissful summer evening under the sun, with the quiet serenity causing them to become gradually more peaceful and drowsy, until, much to most of their annoyance, James shouted loudly, puncturing the quiet.
‘WPL meeting! It’s urgent, trust me, you don’t want to miss it.’ ‘WPL’ stood for Weasley, Potter and Lupin. A long time a go when James was about nine, he proclaimed that instead of calling everybody’s individual names, which, given the size of the family took a very long time, they should just call a family meeting. Rose suggested that they call it a ‘Weasley meeting’, but the Potter’s said that this wasn’t very fair, as they were as much of the family as they were after all, so they changed the name to ‘WP’. However, when Teddy heard of this new formation, he said that he was as good as any of their cousins, so why should he be overlooked just because there was only one of him? And so, with much debate, ‘WPL’ was formed.
The adults did not know of this, and they all decided against telling them, mostly due to the fact that they were usually used as means to cause and organise trouble, much to Rose, Louis and Lucy’s distaste.
Teddy and Victoire did not usually actively take part, although Teddy usually became the father figure of them all, he being the oldest, he saw that as long as the meetings were outside of Hogwarts, he could restrain them a bit if needed.
Everybody groaned and James’ shout, except from Fred, who jumped up enthusiastically, as he was clearly in on the plan. Everybody obliged to follow James and Fred to a tree stump that stood just outside of the close circle of tree’s that surrounded the pond, most of them unwilling to give up some of their precious time in the rare sun.
‘Alright James, what’s the plot.’ Teddy said, bored, whilst wrapping his arm around a giggling Victoire.
‘Oh, there’s no plot.’ Fred replied, grinning a mixture of anticipation and mischievousness. ‘Honestly!’ He said after receiving several reproachful looks from his older and younger cousins.
‘What is it then?’ Said an exasperated Rose.
‘I have something to show you all!’ proclaimed James, stepping up on to the tree stump, revelling in his family’s intrigued faces, ‘An object from the study of my father, Harry James Potter, the-boy-that-lived, the-’
‘Do you even know why they call him that?’ Teddy cut in, snorting at James.
‘Well,’ James faltered, ‘No. But does it matter? He is my dad and I can call him whatever I like, besides, everybody else does.’ He snapped at the amused faces of his older relatives; his younger ones were looking extremely confused.
‘The chosen one!’ he glared at Teddy when he snorted a second time. ‘And I assure you, that it has taken myself and Fred a lot of planning to acquire such a unique, incred-’
‘Alright James, stop the show and tell us what is actually is.’ Molly snapped at him, whilst James looked thoroughly annoyed at being interrupted a second time.
‘Fine, it is a-’ he paused for suspense, gaining many rolled eyes, ‘a time-turner.’
‘Really? Are you sure-’ Louis said as James took out the time-turner and shook it in his face, ‘James!’ He yelled in indignation, ‘Don’t do that! You could break it, send us back in time, send us-’
‘Forwards!’ Rose cried, looking both angry and worried same time, ‘You idiot!’ She shrieked, shoving him, annoyed.
‘No need to resort to physical violence Rosie!’ Fred said, bounding into the centre of the huddle, knocking over Dominique as she tried to calm Lily, Hugo, Lucy and Roxanne.
Meanwhile, Teddy looked up to see Harry walking leisurely towards them until he shouted something about Ginny being worried about a plan of some sorts. Teddy turned to James, so angry that his hair turned from electric blue to a fierce red, unable to control it.
‘JAMES!’ He shouted, making Lily start crying and everyone listen to him in rapt attention, ‘You give that to me now! You complete idiot!’
At this, Albus seized the chance to lunge at James, shouting at him on the way down,
‘Give me the time-turner! I can’t believe you’d put us all in danger for this stupid thing, you GIT!’ he roared.
James was one step ahead, and he threw the time-turner to Fred, who was most unfortunate to be toppled onto by Molly as she tried to catch it from him, to prevent causing more havoc.
The time-turner span in mid air, and a bright light emitted from it, enveloping them all in a bright white light.
Through the shouts from his cousins, James could just hear his father shouting at him,
‘JAMES! WHAT DID YOU DO?’ until he, and the rest of them, were swept away in the bright light, and then were suddenly enveloped by darkness once more.