Author: Domino
Email: zahfat@yahoo.com
Summary: An
accident with a time travel spell sends 2 surprising visitors to the past,
surprising Harry and the Weasleys. H/G. AU – set
after GOF.
A/N: I wrote
this story a long time ago, and decided to recently post it, hoping to get
inspiration to finish it. I love the idea of a catalyst in H/G relationship.
Hope you enjoy as well.
Chapter 1
It was storming
outside. Huge torrents of
rain poured down, and
the sky, despite the
morning hour, was
dark and overcast. Unlike most
Sundays, which were spent outside, today the Weasleys were all
stuck indoors. And it
was rather crowded, especially since, for
a change, everyone
was at home. Bill
and Charlie had
each taken a
fortnight off, and it was
planned that everyone
would be there
at the same
time.
Hermione
and Harry had arrived
the day before. He was
sleeping late, as was
Ginny. The twins, Ron, Hermione ,
Percy and Bill
and Charlie however
were already awake. Ron
was playing Charlie
in a spirited
game of chess, while
the rest yelled
encouragement or gave
unwanted advice. Hermione sat
next to Ron, reading
a book, ignoring all the
noise, while Molly and
Arthur spoke quietly
in the corner.
Suddenly, there
was a flash
of light, and the
room filled with
a foggy smoke. Everyone grabbed their
wands, and held them
out, the events of
recent having them
all a little
jumpy. When the
smoke cleared, there, in
the middle, were
two children. They looked
about 6 years
old. A beautiful girl, with
long red hair and
bright green eyes, and
an adorable little
boy, with messy hair, and
twinkling brown eyes. They looked
strangely familiar.
Without
realizing it, sensing no
threat, they all lowered
their wands, albeit a
little slowly. The children
looked around, and when
they noticed the
people in the
room, looks of panic
began to grow
on their faces.
“I don’t
think we’re at
our Burrow anymore, Lily,” the little
boy said, hesitantly.
The
girl shook her
head, in agreement, still looking
at the surprised
people, and suddenly she
turned to the
boy, “This is all
your fault, James Sirius. If you
hadn’t pressed the
button…” she yelled at
him.
“Me? It was
your suggestion to
go and see
how it worked,” James yelled
back.
“Mum
is going to
kill us,” Lily said, and
the boy looked
afraid for a
second, before he rallied.
“No, she won't. Dad will
explain, and then…” he trailed
off, not looking very
sure of himself.
No one in
the room said
a word. They were
still deciding what
exactly to ask.
“I
want to go
home,” Lily’s lower lip
quivered slightly, and Molly
felt the sudden
urge to comfort
the child. She
took a step
forward to reach
the girl, as did
Hermione.
“Me, too,” James replied. He took
his sister’s hand
in his. They
both looked at
the group of
people, as if searching
for someone.
It
was at that
moment, that Ginny Weasley, just
awake wandered into
the living room
rather sleepily. Before anyone
could say anything
or move, the two
children both launched
themselves at her.
“Mummy,” Lily said, and started
to cry, “We didn’t
mean to, really, mum.”
James
had
his arms around
Ginny’s waist, “I’m sorry, Mum. We’re really
sorry.” Everyone
in the room’s
mouth’s dropped open.
“Woah,” Ron said, and then
sat down, rather hard. Next to
him Hermione collapsed
onto the couch. Fred
and George kept
opening and closing
their mouths, as if
they wanted really
badly to say
something, but couldn’t quite
find the words
to say them. A
suspicion began to
rise in the
minds of all
the Weasleys and
Hermione as they
looked at the
familiar countenances of
the two children, the
names they had
overheard flashing in
their minds.
The
children let go
of their mother, or
to be more accurate a
younger version of
their mother, and Lily
wiped her eyes
with her sleeve.
“Did you
say Mum?” Ginny asked
in a quiet
voice, her face really
pale. She
wavered suddenly, and sat
down in a
hurry.
“Mum!” both
kids yelled, as their
mother looked as she was
about to faint. No
one else in
the room moved, too
shocked to do
anything.
“Uncle Ron, Aunt ‘Mione, do
something. I think Mum
is going to
be ill,” James ran
to Ron, and grabbed
his arm, pulling him
in panic.
“Where’s Dad? We need
Dad, James. There’s
something wrong with
them. Do you think
they have been
stunned?” the panicked words
rushed out of
the little girl.
Molly
Weasley
gasped then. “Oh!” she said, and then
promptly fainted.
“Grandma!” James yelled, letting Ron
go and running
to Molly, shaking her
in panic, while Arthur
stared at the
young boy next
to him, his eyes
wide open. Molly opened
her eyes, slowly and
then shut them
quickly.
“I
think I am
dreaming Arthur, that my
grandchildren are here,” she
murmured in a
shocked voice.
“Grandma?” the little
boy’s voice pleaded
softly, “Open your eyes.”
On
the other sofa, Ginny was staring
wide-eyed at Lily,
who was holding
her mother’s hand
tightly, alternating between anxious
looks at her
and at Molly
Weasley.
Just
then Harry walked
into the room, rubbing
his eyes drowsily, before placing
his glasses on his
face, “Morning, everybody. Sorry I slept
in,” he said.
James
and Lily both
suddenly got up, and
ran straight at
him, just as they
had a few minutes ago…
“Daddy!” Lily screamed, throwing her
arms around his
waist. James
did the same, covering Lily
partly with his
hug. Harry stood stock
still, not moving an
inch as the
two children hugged
him tightly. His mouth
fell open, he calmly
took his glasses
off, rubbed them and
then put them
back on. The children hadn’t
moved. Harry rubbed
his glasses again. Then his
eyes. Still no change.
“I’m
still dreaming, right?” he asked
Ron, who was staring
at him, as were
everyone else, as the
children’s reaction just
occurred to him, and
suspicions were realized,
“Never mind. You’re in
my dream so
you can't answer.”
Fred
and George suddenly
burst out laughing, the
humour of
the situation getting
to them. The children both
let go of
Harry at that moment.
“It’s not
funny, Uncle Fred, Uncle George. Grandma fainted, and mum
looks really bad. You
have to stop
laughing,” Lily admonished her
uncle, her hands on
her hips, sounding remarkable
like a combination
between Ginny and
Hermione. The effect was
rather disconcerting, and had
the immediate result
of the twins
going silent.
Harry, on
the other hand, was
seeing the children’s
faces for the
first time. He stared
spell-bound at them.
“Daddy, why are
you looking at
us like that. Mummy says
it is rude to stare,” James
asked his father.
“You’re
so beautiful,” Harry said, reaching out
with his hand
and touching their
faces. He
smiled as Lily
blushed.
“Daddy! Boys aren’t
beautiful, ” James whined. Lily started to
giggle, and Harry turned back
to her.
“Merlin, you
look just like
your mother,” Harry
commented, without even realizing
his words. The rest
of the room
didn’t miss them
though.
Lily
smiled, “Of
course I do, Daddy. You say
that everyday. I look
like Mum and
James looks like
you,” she said, rather impatiently, giving the
impression to the
onlookers that she
heard the words
many times.
At her words,
immediately Harry’s eyes
snapped to Ginny’s. The
rest of the
room faded in that moment
as the two
stared at each
other. Without even realizing, Harry was
moving towards her, his
hand being tugged
by both children, as
the rest of
the room watched.
“I
think we need
to talk,” Ginny said, her voice
a little stronger
now that she
had gotten over
the shock of
seeing her future
children in the
room with her.
“Uh, oh, we’re
in trouble now,” James
said in a
loud whisper to
Lily. He began to
inch away towards
the door.
“Stop
right there, young man,” Ginny’s
voice stopped his
progress right in
his tracks, “Where do
you think you’re
going?” Harry was
still looking at
Ginny in shock
at her tone, seeming
so natural. Ginny herself
looked rather nonplussed, almost as
if she couldn’t
imagine what she
had just said.
“She
sounds like a
mother,” Hermione said quietly
to Ron, and Fred
and George both
nodded fervently. They had
heard that same
tone from Molly Weasley
many times, and it was strange
to hear it
from Ginny.
“Mum, we’re sorry. We didn’t
mean it. We swear,” James said, rather
desperately.
“It just
happened, Mum. We were only
playing with it,” Lily
added, and then both
children bowed their
heads and looked
as pathetic as
possible. It
was hard to
resist.
“Oh, they’re good,” George said
admiringly. And
everyone else agreed.
Ginny
was looking rather
helplessly at Harry, and Harry was
busy shrugging to
her, demonstrating his total
lack of ideas.
“I think
you’d better explain
everything. Start
from the beginning. And don’t
leave anything out,” Ginny
said finally. James and
Lily nodded, clearly remorseful.
“You’ll fix
it, right, Mum?” Lily
looked hopefully at
her mother.
“Of course
we will, honey,” Ginny said, pulling
the children into
a hug. She obviously couldn’t
remain stern any
longer. She
held the two tightly against her. And
they all saw
a tear fall
down her face.
Harry, not
meaning to, but unable
to help himself, touched her
shoulder in comfort, in support, and was
pulled into the hug.
“Look
at our babies, Arthur,” Molly Weasley
said, sitting up, and smiling
proudly at the
group hug. She looked
like she had
just received the
best present ever.
“Harry and
Ginny are married!” Ron said. He pinched his arm and
then yelled in pain.
“That’s what
happens when you
pinch yourself,” Hermione said, unsympathetically.
“They’re married, Hermione, they have
children,” Ron said, turning to
her.
“Well, of course
they are,” Hermione answered. “Aren’t they
beautiful?” she said, “I’m an aunt,
Ron and
you’re an uncle. Isn’t that
cool?” Hermione, now that she
was over the
shock, was looking excitedly
at Ron. He recognized that
look. It was the
research look, combined with
sheer happiness.
“You know
what this means, don’t you
Ron?” Hermione
asked. Ron
shook his head.
“It means
we survive. We all
do. Harry’s alive in
the future, and he
and Ginny are
happy, he’s alive,” Hermione started
jumping up and
down in excitement.
Ron looked rather
excited as the
implications reached him
as well. He reached
for Hermione and
hugged her tightly, unselfconsciously for
the first time
ever.
Harry
voice interrupted them
all as everyone
separated, “Maybe you’d better
introduce yourselves,” he suggested.
“No, wait,” Arthur called
out. Everyone
turned to look at
him.
“Why, Grandpa Weasley?” James asked.
“We have
to get someone
else here first,” Arthur replied. He
headed to the
fireplace and grabbing
some floo powder, threw
it in the fire, calling
loudly, “Dumbledore.”
There
was a flash
of green smoke
and then the
disembodied head of Albus
Dumbledore appeared, his eyes
sparkling.
“Hello, Arthur. Is something the
matter?”
Arthur
Weasley
looked confused, “Well…not exactly. You might
want to get
here though. Like now.”
“Is it
about Harry?” Dumbledore questioned.
“…Well…yes, sort of. Yes.”
Dumbledore
didn’t ask any more questions,
but instead moved
away from the
fire for a
few seconds. They could
hear him talking
in the background
to someone. A minute
later, Bill was helping
him out the
fire.
“There’s
some other people
also coming,” Albus said, as
he dusted off
his cloak. At that moment two
other men came
through the fire.
TBC.