"Why are we here?" James asked incredulously. "We're here to-,"

"Because James was messing around in our father's study again," Albus interrupted.

Rose picked up the flow seamlessly. "He dragged this experimental whosiemajig out of Dad's briefcase, and then he managed to drop it, and then everything started pitching around, and then next thing we knew, we were being held at wandpoint by our own grandparents."

There were some amused snorts, and some suspicious looks. Rose waited with baited breath.

"Very well," Headmaster Dumbledore said finally, "You are here, but how do you intend to go about getting home?"

Every single child in the room turned to look at James, who blushed furiously. "Well, that's the question, isn't it?"

"You think they're where?"

Harry winced at his wife's furious expression through the floo. "The past? Ron reckons he heard voices, outside the door the other night. They might've gone back to... do things themselves." he said.

Ginny drew in a long, slow breath. "James," she hissed.

"Impeccable guesswork," Harry mumbled in reply.

"You think they're where?"

Ron chewed his lower lip, staring into the flames. "The Burrow, in the middle of the war."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Harry's timeturner?"

"Yes."

"All of them?"

"Yes."

"Even the girls?"

"Yep."

Hermione sighed. "James?"

"However did you guess?"

"You think they're where?"

Harry sighed into the flame. "The Burrow, 1996."

Percy groaned. "It's that bloody time turner, isn't it? They told you not to bring it home."

"Ye-"

"In fact, I think they actually specifically told you not to," he stormed.

"Tech-,"

"You know, if you were in my department, I'd suspend you," Percy added.

"I didn't-"

"You could end up facing a full out inquiry for this." He said officially.

"Seeing as I'm head of-,"

"Maybe in front of the entire Wizengemot, you know how they get about these things."

"I think-,"

"I do wonder if they'll knock you from your position."

"That's highly unlik-,"

"I might, though I suppose it would depend on if they get back safely or not."

"If-,"

"You do have a plan, don't you?"

"Actua-,"

"Are there any more of those experimental timeturners?"

"Ye-,"

"How did they manage to get their hands on it anyway?"

"We think-,"

"You should have had it under lock and key."

"Well,"

"That's lack of professionalism right there."

"I had it-,"

"It was James, wasn't it?"

"Yes."

"You think they're where?"

"1963," Ron said.

Angelina rolled her eyes and called over her shoulder, "George, James and Fred have stolen the bloody time turner and landed themselves in the middle of the war!"

Ron could hear a distant, muffled voice, somewhere in his brother's store on the receiving end of the floo call. "Maybe they'll do some good!"

"Long day, love?" Victiore Lupin asked sympathetically upon her return from the hospital, peering over her husband's shoulder at the load of papers he had brought to his home office.

"You've no idea," Teddy replied, setting his turquoise quill down and turning to face her.

"What-," she began, brow furrowed.

"Mummy!" A voice interrupted, followed by the patter of feet from down the hall.

"Remie!" Victiore exclaimed, scooping him into her arms. "Did you have a good day at work with Daddy?"

"Yes! We goed to Granmum's!" he exclaimed, wiggling and kicking his feet to be set down.

"You ….. went to Granmum's?" Victiore repeated, turning to face Teddy with a raised eyebrow.

"That… was what I was going to tell you." Teddy said dully.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. The kids may have slightly found a time turner… and sent themselves back to the Burrow in 1963? And then dropped the time turner, so they're stuck there?"

"Oh? And where was this timeturner?"

"Harry's study."

"James and Fred. Again."

"Of course. What's for dinner?"

Victiore smiled slightly. "I put stew on the stove before I left. I'd best go and finish it up, if you're that hungry."

Teddy nodded, his eyes unfocused.

Victiore turned to leave, then smiled briefly at him. "We're going to get them back, you know."

Teddy nodded again.

Once she had left, he turned to face the picture propped on his desk. It showed a man and a woman locked in tight embrace. It appeared to be cold out, as both wore coats, hats and gloves. The man's coat was a ragged brown, the woman's purple. Out from beneath the edges of her black knit cap fell untidy strands of bubblegum pink hair.

And Teddy Lupin fingered the time turner in his pocket, telling himself repeatedly in his head, "It's too dangerous. It's too dangerous. It's too dangerous."

The question was whether or not he cared.

Quidditch. The boys were all out in the orchard playing Quidditch. Rose was disgusted. She stood beside Lily at the kitchen window facing the yard and watched scornfully as Harry and her father and Fred and George and all of her cousins tossed the balls back and forth, through the air.

But then Lily said from beside her, "It's so strange, seeing him alive, and seeing Uncle George this happy."

And Rose saw the game through different eyes. They all looked happier, freer.

But from behind the two came the voice; "Alive? As in, someone's dead in your time?"

And both girls turned and found themselves face to face with their mothers.