I am so sorry that I have not updated this story in forever. I have had a ton of trouble coming up with ideas for what to happen next. Incentive has been my main story and I have barely had time to work on that one let alone two stories. I don't know for sure when the next update will be…as I start school next week:/ So again I'm so sorry for taking so long to update, I do hope everyone enjoys this chapter though Also, just for the record I am fully aware that I did Fleur's accent wrong, but seeing as I don't know how to do it right, it is my best.

DISCLAIMER: Why can't I be J.K. Rowling? :/

Ginny sprinted back in to the sitting room and threw herself at Harry. "They're going to make another time turner!" she shouted. Bill let out the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding.

"Oh thank goodness Hermione is brilliant," he said.

Hermione smiled, relief evident in her face. "I'm sorry I didn't think of it sooner-I could have saved us all the initial worry."

Ron kissed her cheek. "Without you, we wouldn't have a clue how to get to the kids."

Hermione sighed knowing he was right.

"So when will it be done by?" Harry asked.

"They said it would take approximately 3-4 days,"

"Blimey, that is going to feel like forever," Harry replied. Ginny rested her head on his shoulder.

"You've got that right."

"Vait one minute. Vhat time did zhey go back to? Vhat if it's dangerous?" Fleur questioned frantically. Everyone except Ginny looked at one other. Being so focused on getting the kids back they hadn't thought about that portion of the problem.

"Nothing serious, Christmas in 6th year. They actually ended up at the burrow, I wonder how the us of the past is taking this news." Ginny reassured.

Hermione looked down at Ron accusingly, remembering all of their fond memories from that year. "Is that so?" she asked. Ron laughed nervously.

Harry just laughed at the two of them.

"I have no recollection of kids from the future showing up at my door," Bill said.

"Well we probably wiped our own memories, it would mess up time if we remembered it.."

"That just sounds confusing," Ron stated.

The next morning years earlier, a huge boom from the downstairs landing erupted. Rose turned over in her bed, after a long night of thinking. She had overheard her grandma and grandpa saying that they were not making more time turners for the time being, and they did not have one with them. Professor Dumbledore had taken Hermione's to examine for the summer.

"James!" she groaned.

Rose threw off her covers, and meeting Mrs. Weasley and her mom in the hallway, went down to investigate what her idiot cousin had done this time. As they reached the kitchen they found James rolling over in laughter and Albus sprawled out on the floor with two chairs on top of him sopping wet. James hadn't even noticed their arrival.

"I-I b-b-et your s-sorry y-you came d-down first h-huh Al?" he choked out through guffaws.

"James Potter! What did you do?" Mrs. Weasley shouted. James finally took noticed of their presence and gulped.

"Nothing to serious," he said nervously. Rose walked over and picked up the wand lying on the ground. She pointed it at the sink and it filled with water.

"A fake wand James? Really? And Albus, this is the third time this has happened you should really stop falling for it." She reprimanded.

"He told me he found it on my nightstand."

Rose just rolled her eyes.

"James, help your brother up and clean this up immediately." Mrs. Weasley ordered.

"Yes Grandma," James said defeated, scared by the look she was throwing him. Mrs. Weasley broke her straight face a bit to smile; she liked the sound of that. But then she regained her composure and pointed to the mess beneath their feet.

Rose began to exit the room, tired of the same scene, but Hermione stopped her.

"Rose can I speak to you for a minute?" She nodded.

They made their way into the sitting room and sat down on the couch.

"I can tell you were covering earlier." Hermione said.

"W-what?"

"About where you intended to go. I may have just met you, but I can see right through you Rose."

Rose said nothing.

"We don't end up with a relationship where you feel you can't talk to me do we?" Hermione asked.

"No-not at all. Usually I tell you everything. I love you mom."

Hermione smiled. "Then why can't you tell me this?"

"You won't like it."

"It can't be that bad. It's not like you would voluntarily put yourself in danger."

Rose laughed nervously and said, "yeah, about that…"

Hermione's eyes widened. "What would posses you to do that? Tell me right now Rose where were you trying to go?"

Her mother's worried gaze caused Rose to finally crack.

"That battle, the one that killed Uncle Fred, Remus and Tonks, I wanted to go there."

"What! Why?"

"Well, you and dad fought in it. Everyone gives me stares and whispers about you guys at school, but you refused to tell me what went on, and a just couldn't take not knowing anymore!" Rose said loudly, tears in her eyes.

She continued, "Now look at the mess I've got us in! How will we ever get home?"

Hermione, knowing full well that she should scold her daughter for putting herself in that danger, went against her judgment and pulled her into a tight hug.

"We'll find a way sweetheart."

Upstairs in Teddy and Victoires' room, Teddy had woken from the crash.

Typical James, he thought. He was going to go investigate, but he knew full well hat Mrs. Weasley was already on her way down.

Instead, he stayed right where he was, gazing down at Victoire who was asleep in his arms. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have her. He didn't think that there was anyone else in the world as beautiful, smart, and compassionate as her. His love for her had absolutely nothing to do with the fact she was part Veela. He loved her for her, and he knew she would help him through this. They would do it together, side by side, hand in hand. And that is where they would stay forever.

So what did you think? Sorry it was a little short, but please review I love hearing your comments. Once again I apologize for the really late update.