Scorbus and The Time Turner

19??

Teddy POV
The first thing I see when I look up is... No it can't be.

Is that.. young Percy yelling at.. young Fred and George..?

Before I can say anything Percy notices the four of us. "Who are you people and what are you doing in our house?" He says pushing Fred and George behind himself.

"My name's Teddy," I say slowly trying to gather my barrens. "Are you're parents home..? We didn't mean to pop in uninvited like that."

"As a matter of fact mum's due home any minute. She had to pick up Bill and Char-"

Ron(?) comes running through the living room followed closely by Ginny(?)

This cannot be happening. Victoire grips my arm a little tighter as the fireplace comes to life.

A young Bill stumbles through, followed closely by Charlie. Lastly Mrs. Weasley comes through, not stumbling like her sons.

At least not until she saw us. "Who are you people and what are you doing in my home?" She demands pulling out her wand and trying to gather all seven of her children behind her.

"Please we'll explain everything Mrs. Weasley. We mean no harm. You see we seem to have time traveled here."

"That doesn't explain why you're in my house." She says more aggressively. I see Bill and Charlie pull out their wands behind her.

(I hope no one gets mad at this or thinks it's ooc because I don't believe it is. The war only ended five years prior and maybe the wounds aren't fresh, but nobody's forgotten. Friendly reminder Molly lost her brothers.)

"I'm not sure. We just appeared here. It might have something to do with the relation we all have." I say hesitantly.

She raises an eyebrow.

"Well you see, I don't want to give to much away, but two of the five of us are your grandkids."

Her eyes go wide, she stays clutching her wand tightly. She looks behind me clearly trying to assess who was related to her.

"...so which two of you are..?"

Victoire moves her hand from tightly grasping my arm to gently holding my hand as her and Fred both step foward.

"My name is Victoire Weasley."
"And my name is Fred Weasley-"

"Hey that's my name!" interjects a small voice from behind Mrs. Weasley. She sushs him quickly.

She narrows her eyes at the two of them.

There was no denying Fred looked like his father, and therefore his late Uncle Fred as well. In fact the only really notice difference was the skin completion and lack of freckles.

Victoire with all the grace of the 1/8 veela she was definitely took after her mother. But, if you look close enough you'll see that she has a light dose of freckles, similar to Bill's, only lighter. And while her eyes may have been shaped like her mom's, they were dreary greyish blue color of her dad's.

Mrs. Weasley seems to have noticed the similar traits but doesn't seem any less eager to put her wand down.

"Would it make you feel better if we let you hold on to our wands?" Frank asks adversely.

She nods indecisively. "I suppose that won't hurt. I'll have to see what Arthur says when he gets home from-"
She kinda cuts herself off, "what year did you guys say you came from?"

"2022," the five of us chorus together.

"That is extraordinary! You must tell me more about the future." She says turning to shoo off the kids. Wow that's so weird to say referring to them.

"We will tell you as much as we possibly can without giving too terribly much away." Fred says shortly.

Hadley looks up from a deep thought, "So what year is it Mrs. Weasley?"

"Oh," Mrs. Weasley says turning abruptly. "It's 1984."

~2022~Burrow~ Lucy's POV
I looked on with shock at what I was seeing. Sarah stood behind me, arms around my waist, chin on my shoulder.

Louis had ran off to get Molly, Lucas and Adriana. The twins when to see if they could find Dominique.

{A/N}
Hmm what've they found??