Description: The Lupins, Potters, and Weasleys are all at The Burrow for Christmas. Lily finds a time turner, a new time turner proto type that can transport not just the wearer, but everyone else in the room. The only problem is, the Department of Mysteries has only perfected it to go backwards or forwards years. What will happen when she takes herself and her cousins back a few decades? When will the adults realize they're gone? How and when, if ever, will they get home, and what will happen in the meantime. This is set, Christmas Eve, 2017.

Disclaimer- I don't own these characters. J.K. Rowling does, and I know that I am so glad she does.

Twas the Night Before Christmas and all through The Burrow. All the creatures were stirring, even the sparrows.

The cramped but warm home was alive with chatter. Grandmum was in the kitchen with Tante Fleur, Aunt Audrey, and Granny Andromeda, so Celestina Warbeck had mercifully stopped screeching for the moment. All the other adults were in the sitting room gathered around the fireplace. Auntie Angelina, Uncle George, Uncle Charlie, Daddy, Mummy, and Uncle Ron were having great fun reminiscing about their various Quidditch injuries over the years; and Aunt Hermione, Uncle Percy, and Grandad were seriously discussing the new man in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office (Grandad had gone back to work there after the war, and Perkins had just retired).

Lily had come downstairs to ask Daddy if he'd seen Lambkinz, her beloved stuffed lamb, as he had mysteriously disappeared. She sincerely hoped she'd just left him under the couch, and James hadn't gotten ahold of him. She shuddered what to think would become of Lambkinz at James' hands.

Before she could ask her father about her stuffed animal, she was distracted by Aunt Hermione's magic knitting needles clicking merrily in mid-air. Lily knew Aunt Hermione had honed her craft over the many years of lessons with Grandmum, and she secretly hoped the magical item was for her.

Hermione looked up, for even she tired of Percy droning on about things she already knew, being superior in command at the Ministry. She noticed Lily gazing absently at her knitting and smiled. Sometimes Lily reminded her of Harry as much as Ginny.

"Lily," Aunt Hermione called from across the room. Lily looked up, "Could you go up to Uncle Ron's old room and get me some more yarn like this?" She pointed to the multi-colored blue yarn. Percy looked up and blushed as he realized his lecture had not been nearly as interesting to Hermione as he's thought.

"Sure," Lily chirped, all thoughts of Lambkinz temporarily driven from her mind, "How much do you need?"

"There's a skein of yarn in the black bag on the bed in the pocket on the right side." Lily nodded and raced up the stairs, always eager to please her aunt. Lily scampered up the many flights of stairs on all fours, passing the doorways, and old picture frames as she went, until she reached the landing under the attic.

Uncle Ron's room was at the very top of the house under the Ghoul's attic room in the attic. Lily liked the Ghoul. Lily was probably the person in her family that liked the Ghoul most. He was always friendly when she went up to visit him. She didn't even mind the smell as much as everyone else.

Since the war Grandmum had made sure the Ghoul's room in the attic was nice and clean. Whenever Lily visited, Grandmum would send her up with big platters of food for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Sometimes Lily wondered if Grandmum mothered the Ghoul so much because she was grateful to him for helping Uncle Ron during the war, or if she missed Uncle Fred so much that she needed an extra being to take care of. Maybe it was a little of both.

Lily almost drew down the ladder to go say hello, when she remembered she had come up here to get yarn for Aunt Hermione. She bit her lip, as she pushed open the door to Uncle Ron's room. She could no longer remember the color of yarn she was looking for, nor what pocket of the bag it could be found in.

Uncle Ron's room was the as she'd always known it, with bright orange walls. She'd been told that the bedspread used to be orange with a Chudley Cannons logo, but the bed had been transformed to fit two people, and Grandmum had taken the opportunity to use one of Great-Great Auntie Muriel's quilts.

Mercifully, the black bag Aunt Hermione had identified was on the bed, and the left pocket was open. Maybe that's the pocket she meant, Lily thought, so she moved closer. Inside was a glittering object. The ever curious Lily pulled out to reveal a long thin gold chain, with a beautifully flittering pendant.

I was a gold ring surrounding what looked like an hour glass filled with green and purple sand that glinted in the light. All thought of yarn completely driven from her mind, Lily picked up the necklace and slipped it over her head and began to twirl the gold ring backwards as she walked down the stairs. In Auntie Angelina and Uncle George's room she knew she'd find her brothers and cousins cloistered together making plans for tomorrow's activities. Lily couldn't wait to show them what she's found.

As Lily neared the door to the room her family was meeting in, she was bombarded with a cacophony of voices and she smiled to herself. She loved being part of a big family. Through the muddle of discussion she could make out Teddy's deep voice asking "Where's Lily? She's been gone a while." Still twirling the ring on the necklace, Lily stepped into the doorway.

"Here I am!" she shouted over the din. As if by some magic everyone looked up at her at the exact same moment. Almost all the children looked puzzled by the charm around Lily's neck. All except Rose, Victoire, Teddy, and Molly, who all looked panic stricken.

"Lily stop!" Victoire shrieked. Lily jumped, startled by her cousin's outburst, and the necklace fell from her fingers, thumping against her chest.

Unfortunately, Victoire's warning came too late. The room began to spin faster, faster, faster, FASTER; and then everything was still, until

"OUCH!"