A/n - Before we start, can I say how much I appreciate every read/vote/comment on this story. I'm so grateful for you all. Also, thank you for sticking with me and being patient between updates. Believe me, I know how frustrating it is to have to wait! I'm a mum of 3 and in the process of moving house. I also have a serious case of writers block on pretty much every story I'm currently writing. But again, thank you for your patience. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I promise to get the next one up ASAP!
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"And I believe I may have found a way to send you and your family home."
Harry kept his eyes firmly on his old headmaster. "Teddy, can you take the children upstairs, please."
"What?" James cried in outrage.
"Why can't we be here?" Albus asked.
"And what about them?" James pointed at Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny.
Ginny was prepared to argue that they were older, but her older self beat her to the punch.
"Boys, do as you're told." She said firmly. "They can be here because we say they can."
"But.." James started.
"James Sirius Potter." Ginny's eyes narrowed. "I suggest you get upstairs before I lose my temper."
James rolled his eyes and pushed away from the table. "So unfair."
Albus, Lily, Rose, and Hugo followed, allowing Teddy and Vicky to lead them upstairs. Everyone watched silently. No one was prepared to argue with Ginny Potter, and Ginny felt an odd sense of smugness fill her. Her future self was a badass.
"Sorry about that. Please continue." Ginny nodded. She gripped Harry's hand for comfort and support. Whether it was for her or Harry, Ginny wasn't sure.
"I'm not so sure these lot need to be here, either." Molly interrupted, gesturing to her children, Harry, and Hermione.
"It's fine. Everyone will be obliviated before we leave." Harry assured her. "Once we're gone, it'll be like we were never here."
A dull ache hit Ginny's chest. As much as seeing everyone from the future had made her head spin, the thought of forgetting everything upset her more than she wanted to admit. Not only had she got a glimpse of her own future, but there had been moments in between that she just didn't want to forget. Like her kiss with Harry. She couldn't say if it meant much to Harry or not, but to her, it'd meant everything. It'd been on a constant replay in her mind all night and all day. She could still feel the tingle his lips had left behind. To forget it even happened just didn't seem fair.
"Very well." Dumbledore nodded. "Well, I believe with the right spell, we may be able to power a time turner enough to take you all back. Or forwards, I should say."
"In one journey?" Hermione asked.
"If all goes according to plan, yes." Dumbledore said.
"Do you have a spell that will work?" Harry asked.
"I do not. Not yet, anyway. But I do believe I know where to find it." Dumbledore smiled. "Give me a day or two, and I'll prepare everything we need."
The four from the future nodded their heads. Ginny knew how much they all wanted to go home, but a small part of her was pleased that they'd be here for another day or two, at least. It meant an extra day or two with her memories in tact. Before she went back to being just Ron's little sister.
"Thank you." Hermione nodded once. "We appreciate your help."
Dumbledore merely dipped his head in response before he stepped into the fireplace and disappeared in a flash of green flames. No one said a word. Ginny watched silently as her older self turned into her husbands embrace. They moved further away from everyone else and shared hushed whispers between them. Ginny wished she could hear what they were saying, especially when Ginny started to appear nervous. Finally, Ginny nodded, and Harry pressed a kiss to her forehead before she walked out of the room. Maybe to update Teddy and Vicky?
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