Panic time!
To say Harry had a bad feeling was an understatement. Something deep down in his gut was telling him to turn back, check on the children. He had been holding out on this feeling for half an hour now, but just couldn't let it go.
'Look guys, I'm sorry I know this is our night away from the children, but I have a horrible feeling and I think we should just go back.'
Ron looked at him with a strange face, 'mate I'm sure it will be fine, the whole point of this night is to get you to loosen up a little. Come on, have some fun!'
'Look Ron, I'm not sure I can. I won't stop you guys from having your night out but I'm going back.' He sighed and started to turn around.
It was finally Draco's turn to chime in. 'Sweetheart, how sure are you about this?'
'One hundred percent.'
The blonde sighs and starts to get up as well, the Granger-Weasleys stare at him, willing him to go on.
'Look it's just something about Harry's maternal instincts, ever since he had the kids most of his gut feelings about their safety have been correct.' He grimaced, they assumed he was thinking of something that could have been.
'Anyways we have to go, we'll go to the nearest floo so you can take the car home.
'There will be no need, we're coming with you.' She then mutters something about reading a book while walking out of the door.
Ron gave his wife a surprised look, rolled his eyes and muttered something about Hermione's insistence on having to read every book in existence.
The four adults arrived home and were greeted with a suspiciously quiet house.
'Teddy?' Harry shouts down the hallway, a worried look on his face.
Draco squeezes his hand, 'I'm sure they're absolutely fine, you know them.' He gives his husband a quick kiss on the lips, but is interrupted by Hermione's voice.
'Harry, Draco get your asses up here,' Harry gives Draco a puzzling look. Hermione continues, 'The door to my office is open!'
Harry and Draco don't wait another second before they are racing up the stairs.
'Is anything missing?' Draco says while hugging his other half close to him.
'My old time turner from third year.'
Harry starts to cry. 'What if they got lost and don't know how to come back, what if they have no way of coming back!?'
'Shh darling it's ok, they are smart enough. Well maybe not James, but Rose certainly is.' He laughs slightly while pushing a stray piece of hair out of Harry's face. He pulls him close. 'They will be ok.'
Draco looks to Hermione, 'What are we gonna do?'
'There's not much we can do but wait.' She says quietly, her husband's arms around her shoulders, worried look on his face.
'They are smart kids, they will get back without a scratch. I'm sure of it.' Ron says, hopes.