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A/N: Thanks to my wonderful Beta, LtsHrIt4ThBoyz. 

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The Healing Holiday

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Harry woke suddenly from his nightmare - his godfather flying backwards through the veil. Surprisingly, Bellatrix Lestrange, rather than looking gleeful, actually looked upset. It would only occur to him later that in fighting Sirius, she had been using stunners - not something she was known for.

He had chased the crazy homicidal witch into the atrium, and then had the dubious pleasure of getting possessed by the Dark Lord. Whatever was in Harry’s scar was sucked out when Harry expelled him! He felt it! No more pain being near Voldemort. And the fear in the monster's eyes! Tommy Boy had grabbed a whimpering Bella and fled the Ministry, but not before Fudge had seen him.

Harry was trying to come up with the appropriate replies to the man’s blithering and apologies when an apoplectic Dumbledore grabbed his arm and whisked him off to Hogwarts. He was told many truths; a prophecy, his scar now being ‘useless’ to Dumbledore with the horcrux removed. 

What in the world was that? 

Dumbledore continued that Harry had better come up with a way of being useful to him, or he’d be going back to the Dursleys and not coming back. Or worse, being turned over to Bellatrix Lestrange! Then he proceeded to lock him in said office alone to ‘think about the future’.

What? Why? What had he done wrong? And the Lestrange woman? She was evil!

She had clearly not been intending to kill her cousin, and erstwhile Head of House. Now that burden of being the next Lord Black was on him!

All of the things he learned in that following twenty four hours after Padfoot’s death. Things he had never known. 

Destroying Dumbledore’s office wasn’t enough. Harry had never managed the banishing charm until it came to the secret door to Dumbledore’s private quarters. One at a time, every brightly colored, obnoxious set of robes was banished just like the door. To where? Harry didn’t know. Or care.

He had finally been grabbed by a helpful house-elf in the early hours of the morning, and sent to bed without seeing a healer, without being able to do more than get a verbal check on his friends. Was Hermione going to live through her ordeal? He had come to cherish her friendship more and more. Losing Sirius hurt; losing her would have killed him.

Well, here he was, back at the Dursleys, stuffed into the boot cupboard. That was really beyond the pale. And a quick check showed the door was locked! Great!

Harry felt for his wand. He was still dressed in the dragonhide robes that Sirius had bought for him and his friends after Christmas. He wanted them to be protected. Sirius was even wearing his own set that night! No protection against the Veil though. He found his wand in its protected holder. Good, at least whoever had brought him here, hadn’t taken away his means of protecting himself from Vernon. 

Hungry, and needing the loo, and not caring one whit about being expelled, Harry cast a silent alohomora . Harry wondered how long it would take for Hedwig to find him, much less the Ministry owl.

Where he went from here, he didn’t know, but he wasn’t staying.

Early pre-dawn light showed through the kitchen windows. Sighing, and deciding to try and talk to Petuna about this situation, he started to make breakfast for everyone. 

He opened the refrigerator. That was odd. Had Petunia gone nostalgic? This was the same brand of refrigerator as what they had when Harry was growing up. When had she replaced it? Dudley had destroyed the door when he was seven by climbing on the old one to get the biscuits on top. The refrigerator fell, breaking Harry’s arm when he was trying to make sure Dudley didn’t die on his watch. 

There was a familiar dent in the door. No! It was the same from when it had been delivered to the house originally. Vernon liked to tell stories how he saved so many hundreds of pounds buying a new refrigerator that worked just fine that had that dent. No! It wasn’t a replacement - it was the same, exact refrigerator! Avocado green, and as ugly as Vernon.

Harry looked around and found it. The calendar. It was turned to October, counting down the days to Halloween. A note for Dudley’s and Harry’s health check appointment was on it. Had he been in a coma for months? No, there was a year. 

WHAT!! And wait. When did Petunia start taking him for health checks? Or rather, had she done so, then stopped? 

That of course was when Petunia came down and screamed, “Who in the world are YOU!”

Pulling his wand was clearly the wrong action, as she fainted at the sight of it.

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Hermione Granger woke up in her own room at home. She was still in the hospital gown, but was wearing her robe. That was different. And somehow, had her wand. Oh right, the hidden holsters. Madam Pomfrey wouldn’t have seen it.

She got up and turned on the bedside light. The scar was barely visible. She could have been killed except the evil man attacking her had no magical power, and she suspected that something Harry did helped her as well. Well, that and her now destroyed dueling robes. That helped.

She didn’t remember going home though. Was that the potions? She looked at her clock. It was early in the morning; if she hurried, she might be ready in time to have breakfast with her parents.

This was odd. The hall bath had none of her shower things in it; just some hospitality and small bottles of shampoo from hotels. The Vienna was a favorite in France, and she loved the smell of their toiletries.

Getting out of the shower, she put back on her robe, and went to go find some clothes. She wouldn’t have much that fit here, but her mother would take her shopping.

How was she going to explain this?

Her father, holding his hunting rifle aimed at her head was not what she expected in the least. She threw up her arms in surrender. “Daddy! It’s me! Hermione!”

“I don’t know any Hermione. Emma? Emma? We have a teenager that managed to break in. Will you please call the bobbies?”

Hermione started crying, “I know, I know. Just showing up, no letter. This is it for you. You don’t like magic. I’m sorry, but please? Just let me get dressed. I’ll take the Knight Bus to Diagon Alley and rent a room or something. I didn’t mean to disappoint you. Again.”

Her mother flipped on the hallway, adding light to the situation that previously had just been backlit by the bathroom.

Mum was so very young looking! For that matter, so was her father! What in the world??

“Sir? I think you are Dan Granger? It’s not what you think. What year is this? What’s the date?”

“It’s October 20, 1985. Are you an alien?” Emma Granger asked kindly. “I know that you aren’t my daughter, as I had cancer when I was sixteen. I can’t have any children.”

Hermione’s tears tugged at the woman’s heart. She was clearly terrified, and everything she and Dan had said had hurt this child.

She pulled her husband’s arm down. “Honey? She doesn’t have a weapon. She can’t hurt us.”

“I wish that were true, Mum. But I do have a wand. I was going to get dressed and fix us some breakfast.”

“We usually have a lie in on a Sunday…”

“Oh! If it’s Sunday, then we’ll have waffles and bacon and eggs. We’ll warm up the real maple syrup, not the fake stuff, and after breakfast, if the weather is nice, we’ll go up to the park and just walk, maybe feed the ducks.”

Emma looked at the young girl. “I have an old tracksuit you can wear for now. Let’s make some tea and talk. Something odd is happening here, and I for one, want to know more.”

Both Grangers recognized the familiar Sunday routine too well for this to be a stranger or a coincidence.

Dan grunted, “I want to know more as well. You don’t plan on killing us?”

“No Dad! I mean, Mr Granger! I would never! I swear on my magic!” The girl’s tears dropped down her face. A light flashed at her words. This was clearly an extraordinary young lady. And event.

“What’s your name, lovie? It’s alright. We’ll figure this out.”

“Well, I thought it was Hermione Jean Granger, but now? I’m not so sure.”

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Luna and Neville also had interesting early mornings. In the case of Luna, her mother was still alive, still an Unspeakable, so of course took it in stride that her daughter had gained nine and three quarters years.

Neville had it easier than the other three had, as Clive, his house-elf, just knew it was him, even if he had time magic on him.

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Vernon and Petunia were bound, silenced, and stuck to the couch. Harry was just finishing telling them the story of their time-traveling nephew; they did not look happy.

“FINE! You know what? The stupid protections won’t work I bet since he stole my blood…wait. He isn’t back yet. Hmm. I have some grave robbing to do. Oh, stop that! I want to prevent an evil ritual! And what was that with Flamel? Was Dumbledore trying to find out Voldy was back?”

Harry paced around the room.

“Look at me! Look at me! Every single stupid year, something or some one tries to kill me at school. Well, as much as Hogwarts is home for me, the first home that loved me for me, I do not ever plan on going there. Do you understand that at least?” 

Two scared muggles nodded, likely just to get him to leave. Petunia’s gaze had been locked on the stairs nearly the whole time. A pyjama-clad Dudley came down the stairs. Before he was a super-sized Dudley. He was actually kinda cute.

Now, she was looking between her son and the stairs. Odd. Was she looking for five year old him? Well, best talk to his cousin.

“There he is! Hi Dudley! I’m your…well, call me a relative. I’m going to go buy a few things, including some toys for you. How does that sound? Was there anyone upstairs with you?” 

How weird would that be to meet his younger self? Instead, Dudley walked over to him, and offered a hug. Petunia was screaming behind the privacy spell.

“That’s my cue. Vernon, Petunia? May I borrow some money for the bus? Oh, wait! Do you have any of my kind of money? I’m going to release you. Behave, or you’ll wind up tied up again.”

Harry had a sudden thought. Dumbledore was constantly muggle-baiting. What if he sent Harry’s maintenance in wizardry coins. 

Vernon went to his office, stopping by the cupboard that had a new looking crib mattress and blanket. He continued on his way and came back with what appeared to be a cigar box, but was full of galleons. 

He turned to his son, “Dudley? Was your cousin still in his bed when you woke?”

“No dad. Harry’s bed is gone. Harry’s gone.”

Vernon shook his head, starting to believe the teen and handed over the gold. Harry muttered a swear at how inconsiderate magicals could be towards muggles, and Dudley laughed.

“I’ll get this back to you as normal pounds.” Harry offered.

“Keep it!” Petunia commanded.

Vernon looked like he wanted to object. Both, nearly a decade younger than when Harry had last seen them, looked so scared of him. He was nothing! Just a teen that everyone hated, wanted to kill, or was disappointed with him. His godfather must hate him… Sirius. SIRIUS was alive!

Having a sudden inspiration, Harry checked his mokeskin bag that Hagrid gave him. Yep. He still had his cloak with him.

He still had his cloak, he knew where the rat was, and Sirius was innocent. 

“No. I need to get to Diagon Alley, and get some justice started. Just as soon as my godfather is freed, I can live with him. I need to go. I need to go right now, as I don’t know what is going on or how long I have. I may or may not be back, but if I don’t return, I just want you to know how sorry I am that I was forced on you. You didn’t deserve that.”

Petunia teared up with those words. Dudley had come over to his mum for a cuddle. Vernon hadn’t moved since plopping down after coming back from his office, but he no longer looked angry.

“I took care of the other you for the sake of my sister, knowing she would have watched over Dudley. You being here so old is just creepy, but again, for her sake, you can stay here if you have nowhere else.” Petunia said, sounding almost…kind.

“Thank you, Aunt Petunia. I’ll call and let you know what is going on, alright?” Harry offered.

She nodded, squeezing Dudley, but Harry felt in his heart, she wanted to hug him too. Just a little.

Vernon bent a little, and took out two twenty pound notes from his wallet; offering them to Harry, “So you can ride the train or get something to eat, if you want.”

Harry nodded thanks, pocketed the money, then scanned the sad little lounge that Petunia was so proud of. There was a very ugly cat ornament on the mantle. It screamed of dark magic to Harry.

“Halloween gift?” Harry asked, grabbing up a cloth napkin from the dining table and snatching up the hideous little figurine. He cast an overpowered finite on it, and the thing was no longer so vile. Temporarily.

“What? What did you do? There was nothing there.” Petunia shook her head.

“Not anymore.” Harry stated, showing her the object.

“I’ve never seen that before!” Petunia stated, “You’re going to get rid of it, I hope?”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m taking it to the curse-breakers.” Harry tied the napkin in a knot, and slipped it into his mokeskin bag. That should protect him.

Whatever that thing had been, or was, wasn’t nice. Maybe someone like Bill Weasley…wait…just how old was he at the moment? 

Time travel may have messed with his mind, but Harry was certain that it being a Sunday, all the Weasleys would be home.

What was a nice present he could bring them in exchange for a rat?

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The Granger parents spent a few hours talking with Hermione when the phone rang.

“It’s for you, my dear,” Emma stated, sounding a little perplexed. “He says he’s Harry Potter,” handing the phone to the girl who had practically apparated over.

“Harry! You came back too?”

“Yeah. I was wondering if all six of us came back. Luna met me at the Weasleys, pretending to be my girlfriend. Ginny and Ron are just adorable, but not our age. For a few galleons, I managed to get the rat. We then went to Madam Bones. Did you know that she was head auror before she was head of the DMLE? Well, we said no lies, but I nearly made a mistake in trying to give her gold for the department. But then I offered to take Veritaserum. 

“Sirius is getting a trial. Tomorrow. Tuesday at the latest. So, how are things with your folks?”

Harry had said all of this very quickly, but Hermione had followed it, mostly.

“Hi, um. Well, it appears that Dan and Emma Granger aren’t my biological parents for all that I look like them. Strange, I know. Where are you?”

“Just outside the Leaky, using a phone. Luna wants to say…”

Strange noises, and clearly, the girl had the phone upside down as she could hear traffic, but barely heard something about Pandora’s box.

Harry was back, “Thank you Luna, I’m sure she’ll appreciate that. So, can we meet? I was thinking of talking to the goblins. Maybe the Potters own property or something. Or we could buy a wizarding tent like we used at the World Cup.”

Hermione didn’t want to lose the rapport she was building with this kind couple. “May I bring the Grangers?”

“Sure! Having an official adult might help.” Harry shared. “I’ll pay for the Knight Bus when you get here. I promise.”

Dan, overhearing one half of the conversation, offered to drive Hermione anywhere she wanted to go. 

Hermione turned to the oh-so-loved and yet new face, “Dad? I mean Mr Granger? We can be there in two minutes, and you’ll get to see magic.”

“You can call us Emma and Dan for now, Hermione. I’m sure we’re family, somehow. Look at Dan’s hair! Yours is exactly the same.”

Luna, in the meantime, had gone to the floo. No one was paying attention to a bunch of teens on a Sunday. Wasn’t Hogwarts compulsory? Perhaps not, as they saw other school age young magicals with parents.

Hermione went to the coat closet, and transfigured two sets of all purpose robes. “The ride is going to be awful, but it is short.”

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Curious about their sudden shift in their world, the Grangers followed along. As Hermione promised, the Knight Bus was awful, but blessedly short. They’d be taking the tube back. And as Hermione promised, Harry paid the three fares.

“Thank you for trusting me.” Hermione shared, helping her mother, hmm, Mrs Granger, off the bus.

Harry introduced himself and Luna on the way in.

“Just hold on to either Hermione or I. This is going to be fun!” Harry promised. And it really, really was as they went through the portal to a different world.

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Harry had suggested the bank because Luna did. Luna did so as she knew that goblins had a way of checking Hermione’s bloodline.

“Hector Dagworth-Granger the Third and Cordelia Snodgrass? Oh my.” The account manager for this family had just met Hermione. “Well, my dear. You are a bit of a surprise. You see, the great potioneer is over a hundred and twenty, while Miss Snodgrass just turned thirty. She’s his latest apprentice in potions. Well, he’s recognized you. You have a vault with fifty thousand galleons. Hermione Dagworth Granger. No hyphen.”

Hermione was so distraught! Her parents weren’t her parents at all! And they had been so supportive.

“I say, I wonder. Could you test me? See if I’m related to this Hector fellow.” Dan asked, and Harry laid out the coins.

Dan indeed was a great nephew of the man.

“If he had a child out of wedlock, then suddenly passed away, perhaps you were placed with us as your nearest relatives? That makes more sense than something evil.” Emma suggested.

Dan looked pensieve, “If we were approached to take in a four or five year old child of a relative? I can see us doing that actually. All the fun without the nappies. Or pain of childbirth.”

Emma squeezed his hand, and reached for Hermione’s.

Hermione nodded, wiping tears. “Perhaps my other parents just didn’t tell me I was adopted. But I never knew about this money. Or being a pureblood. ”

Dan grabbed her other hand. The feeling of family was strong, and Hermione knew, no matter what, these people were going to be a part of her life. Just as long as she lived in this timeline.

Harry was tested, and the goblin ran the test again. Before he wasted more resources in running it again, Harry took him aside and asked for an oath of secrecy. He then let him in on the secret that Harry really was who he was, he just wanted to know who his grandparents and so forth back a few generations were, as he didn’t know.

Neville met up with them, and was introduced all around.

“Can we please hire a curse-breaker for a bit. Please?” Harry asked.

A new goblin came in, looked shocked for a moment, then introduced himself to Harry. “Spurnik, Potter Account Manager. You look like your sire and grandsire, with your mother’s eyes. But it is a shock, as I saw you only a few years ago as a newborn babe. Oh, how proud your family was! Tell me, has the Longbottom matron treated you well?”

“I was placed with Petunia Dursley, sir. They were given my maintenance in galleons. That’s very mean for someone who can’t get to Gringotts on their own.”

Harry pulled out the box from the mokeskin bag. He had kept track of how much he’d used, but it wasn’t much. Just enough to get around.

Spurnik scowled. “That man! Lies with half-truths and innuendo. Is there anything else you’d like to share with me?”

“Well, yes. My godfather is innocent, and is going to have a trial tomorrow. In June of 1994, well the timeline we lived, the dark lord was resurrected with bits of his father’s skeleton. Oh, why don’t I just show you the highlight reel. Do you have a pensieve?

Luna pulled out seven bags of prepared popcorn. This didn’t surprise Harry in the least. It surprised Neville, only in that he’d never had the snack before.

The goblins served them butterbeer, lowered the lights, and proceeded to watch ‘the five times that DADA teachers tried to kill Harry Potter, and the resurrection of Moldyshorts.’

Spurnik had put down his drink when Harry had started to talk, and was grateful for it. He handed a galleon to Luna for the warning. Spoilsport.

After the homemovies, there was a break, and the goblins went to go find a cursebreaker. They didn’t sound happy in the least. At all. Especially after watching something in Harry’s scar during that last bit.

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Dan took Hermione and Emma to the side. “Was that giant snake real? And before that, a huge orc thing? What was it called, um troll? I don’t think I want you to go back to this school, Hermione. Not if we are to be your parents.”

The young witch nodded, “There are a lot of better schools in the world. And I never knew about the money. Maybe you, no, my other parents were obliviated of it, or were never told.”

Hermione had a sudden funny thought.

“Oh, Draco Malfoy is going to have a fit. He always calls me a bad name for being muggleborn, but now I’m, a what? A rich Heiress? Dagworth-Granger’s have a seat on the Wizengamot, the magical legislature. Sorry, sir. I just. I dealt with a lot of prejudice. And I wouldn’t want to go as a pureblood princess either. I have no interest in lording my position over others. I have no intention of being anywhere near such prejudice.”

Emma agreed with Hermione, and regrouped with the others as Harry exited his meeting with the goblin curse-breakers. They had Harry’s memories, the actual evil cat, and were swearing about horcruxes under their breaths. “Hermione? Why don’t you convert some of your gold for pounds? I have some stock tips for you.”

“Harry! Isn’t that cheating?” Hermione was appalled.

“We don’t know for certain these companies will do well. I think it would be cheating if I bet on the World Cup for the same outcome as before. But isn’t this investing? Don’t they want people’s money?” Harry argued, and successfully in Dan’s eyes.

“I don’t suppose you followed football when you were what? Five?” Dan chuckled.

“No sir. But I can tell you this. If my godfather is freed tomorrow, we are going to be celebrating. That you can bet on.”

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Amelia Bones pulled Moody in for a consult at her home. Harry had left memories for her to watch. She wanted to get Alastor’s oath first, then ask him his opinion about Black, before and after watching said memories.

Then they had yet more questions for a certain rat. He was currently sleeping fitfully in a cage watched over by half a dozen kneazles on loan. He was trapped in his rat form for the time being.

It was almost as if he knew he was being watched.

Moody started the evening with a statement, “I saw Black and Potter as the recruits with the most potential. Charlus Potter, and how I miss that man! He’d made sure the pair had the best tutors in all skills, but especially potions and DADA. 

“I would have thought Sirius would rather die than betray James. I was in the hospital when I heard he’d been caught, sentenced to Azkaban.”

“Who told you that?” Amelia asked.

“Albus, on his only visit to me.” She could tell he was disgruntled by the lack of care. Well, they had been longtime friends. No visits? Not good.

“Watch. Learn.”

After the memories, Alastor was swearing. “Junior is ALIVE?? NO! And he spent the better part of the school year, pretending to be me, next to Albus? What are the chances he didn’t know?”

They rewatched the ceremony where Voldemort was resurrected, and then the fight in the Ministry.

“I can believe Fudge would put his head in the sand for a year.” Moody clump-thunked around the parquet floor of her dining room where she still sat, looking more than a bit spooked.

“I want to meet with the Potter lad. Room enough for three trials, tomorrow?” Alastor asked. “I can’t ignore Junior being free. He’s dangerous.”

“And Senior will go to prison, or get the Kiss for this as well. Depending on whether or not Dumbledore is there.”

“Do you know Arabella Figg? Squib, old Mortimer’s wife; auror killed in a Death Eater raid. She moved, out of the blue, about four years ago. Muggle neighborhood. They had each other, and a modest place. How did she afford it? Buying something outright.

“Maybe the goblins need to do a bit of an audit on certain accounts? And if that coincided with certain trials?” Moody shrugged.

Amelia burst out laughing and little pigtailed Suzie Bones came running in for a goodnight hug.

“Hi Auror Moody!” Suzy waved before putting her thumb in her mouth.

“Go give Uncle Alastor a hug.” Amelia commanded, setting her down. 

She obediently did, yawning. “Are you getting mawwied? (married)”

Moody guffawed, and patted her head gently, “Never! I need my independence! Don’t want any witch bossing me around all the time.”

“Then why do you say yes ma’am to Auntie?” Suzie asked, getting another round of hugs before being chased away.

“That girl, and many other witches are going to be heart-broken when they find out Harry Potter has been stolen from them.” Alastor opined.

Amelia gave him the writ for Crouch’s arrest. Arresting the current head of the DMLE? 

“Well, if this goes sideways, I could always stay home and bake biscuits with Suzie. As a plan B, it isn’t horrible.” Amelia shared. “And Harry really wants backup taking out the father’s grave. Curse-breaker and auror type backup. We are thinking Wednesday, if all goes well in the next couple of days.”

Moody nodded. “Can I have Proudfoot and MacMillian for the Crouches? I wanna go now.”

“Me too.” Amelia nodded, and walked over to a closet and took out armor for them both. “Have them floo here without saying much.”

Alastor sent not one but two patroni while the experienced pair got ready for a raid. Amelia borrowed a Ministry house-elf to babysit the rat while they were gone. Amelia gave instructions for the house-elves to keep watch over the Heiress of the House. She added another ward around the rat, just in case, but the house-elf there was on the alert. Then she had an idea.

“Excuse me, Baxter, was it? Do you know if Barty Crouch has an elf?”

“Yes ma’am! Winky! Delightful elf.”

“I’m wanting to get him the perfect gift. Do you think she would help me?” Amelia asked.

A few moments later, Winky met Amelia in her dining room, only to be taken down by Alastor’s stunner.

“Moody! I was going to reason with her.”

Alastor transfigured the creature to a small curled up cat, and put it on the table. “No time, and it was perfect to get her out of there. Thank you.”

The rest of the raid went better. Crouch Senior was stunned without notice; Junior was found downstairs reading a book, but unable to move beyond the suite.

He seemed almost grateful to be captured. Of course, after tomorrow, he wasn’t feeling much of anything.

When they got back, Alastor apologized to Baxter for betraying his trust like that. The house-elf didn’t say anything at first, but then spoke up. “Winky no having family. If you is honest about being sorry, give Winky a family.”

And so Alastor did. He gave her to his goddaughter’s mother, Pandora, to help around the house.

Luna was thrilled; Hermione? Not so much.

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Dumbledore was running behind. He thought one of the Weasley boys, either William or Charles, had pranked his chair, as he couldn’t get up from breakfast! And then, just as he got free, he got a notice from Gringotts. In the Great Hall!

He couldn’t ignore it, not in front of Filius, so of course, he opened it. And the clock started. He had to be there by ten this morning, but a Wizengamot meeting was called for nine! And he couldn’t find his time-turner!

Calling for Juniper, he demanded that she find his time-turner. She disappeared immediately. And didn’t come back!

To be fair to Juniper, she had found it. He didn’t ask for it though, had he?

House-elves were a problem at the best of times. The one that raised James? Why had he called her? Oh yes, she had the Potter time-turner. Patience. Where was that cloak? He could find nothing today!

Writing out an excuse for Cornelius, Albus made his way to Gringotts, hoping that Juniper would be able to help him.

He dared not do it the other way around! He didn’t want to be locked out of the Potter vaults, now, did he?

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The first trial set the stage for the day. If they had started with Senior, Amelia might have lost her job. Starting with Junior? And the health records that showed him under the Imperius? 

They might  not have done Junior’s questioning in public, but Amelia stayed up late the night before making him name names.

His existence was a rather explosive discovery. His trial didn’t take long at all and he was sentenced to the Veil. His father was sentenced to be Kissed, and then tossed through the Veil.

All the Crouch belongings were given to Neville Longbottom in compensation for the loss of his parents.

The next trial was Peter Pettigrew. What was this? ‘People who were Supposed to be Dead Day?’ It wasn’t November second!

He was dosed with Veritaserum to confirm his identity, and no one stopped Amelia for the rest of the shocking discoveries! He’d been the Death Eater, not Sirius Black. He’d betrayed his friends for the promise of gold and power and a place at the Dark Lord’s side.

He started to share who some of his friends were but was silenced by a nearby clerk who didn’t want his father to be betrayed.

Amelia didn’t fight it, as she already had those names, and like the two previous trials before him, the court voted to toss him through the Veil.

“But the Dark Lord isn’t dead! Regulus knows! Abraxas knows! Bellatrix knows!” Peter shouted, looking for help. But none was available.

“He sounds like Dumbledore,” someone murmured, looking around for the old wizard. Why wasn’t he here to save people?

Pettigrew would be questioned again before he died, but his trial set up the one for Sirius Black. 

Everyone was ready to toss him through the Veil too, just the same as the others.

Too bad he was innocent and they had to let him go.

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Harry waited for Sirius to get some healing before seeing him. It was hard, but Harry knew that if Sirius saw him like this, a teenager, he would fall apart.

Instead, he met and quickly made friends with the real Alastor Moody. The new Director Bones had invited the Potter lad over for a celebration party of a sort. They were planning their next moves.

Harry barely knew the man, having seen him only a few times at Grimmauld Place. He knew this was the real one for two reasons. Barty Junior was dead, and he was with him longer than an hour, and he hadn’t changed. He was fairly sure that no one knew about Hermione’s experiments with polyjuice. Wouldn’t Junior have liked to have had that! Well, that wasn’t going to happen now.

“You saw the memories?” Harry asked. “What did you think about the diary?”

“Regulus Black? We need to check his childhood home. Abraxas Malfoy? Malfoy Manor? I’m itching to raid that place. Bellatrix? I doubt she’d hide anything there in Azkaban.”

“Yes, but in her vault? But the goblins already found something. Gave me a percentage for the heads up. They don’t like such things. Not that they told her! No, but if she ever visits, she’s going to find stuff missing.”

“I saw yer fight at the Ministry. Sorry to say, Azkaban is going to be suffering some terrible weather that will lead to pneumonia and, in that place, always leads to deaths. Ever so sorry.” Mad-eye shared.

Amelia started to object, then stopped herself. Really, they should have all been executed justly at their first trials. Joining the Death Eaters and trying to overthrow the rightful Ministry was treason, plain and simple, and they had never been tried for it. She would ignore the summary executions, but wanted to keep them contained to a specific group.

Harry shuddered. “Can you please make sure they have had a trial at least?”

“Already done. Amelia’s the new head of the DMLE, and is making sure everyone there had a fair trial - none of this war tribunal nonsense. Malfoy is getting nervous.”

“Well, let him bribe her with that stupid diary. Says T.M. Riddle on it.”

“Oh? I didn’t see the details.”

Harry thought hard, and pulled the memory of writing in it, and shared it right then and there.

“No trade needed!” Moody enthused.

Harry nodded, “Too bad Dobby is back to being their slave. He’s the one who…”

A house-elf popped in right then, through the best wards around.

“Dobby being waiting for Master Harry to call his Dobby. Is Master Harry unhappy with Dobby?”

“Dobby? If you wanted me to have a house, say a nice house like your old master Lucius has, where would one place be that you wouldn’t want Auror Moody here to look for bad treasures.”

Dobby started jumping up and down. Master Harry so smart! He bes asking question Dobby could answer!!

“Master Wiggly-eye best not be looking under dining table in fancy, fancy house. Sees many ugly, many nasty treasure. Not looking in false bookcase in Master’s study for bad books either. Nasty, nasty!”

Moody offered to shake the house-elf’s hand.

“Harry? Let’s grab a few people from Gringotts, and take Dobby. It’s Halloween. If we get caught, we can say it was just a prank.”

“You want to rob Riddle’s grave? Right now?” Heir Potter asked.

Alastor nodded, “I really, really want to. Right now.”

Harry shrugged, and floo’d for Neville and Luna. Hermione was with her folks, so had to take the bus to the Ossuary. Amelia was more than happy to give her a set of armor to borrow.

After changing, they were all dressed in dark dueling robes and black hooded cloaks, Harry was ready, “Let’s go!”

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Frank Bryce was in bed when the last of the Riddle relatives' graves were emptied. Now, all they had were piles of dirt, and more piles of dirt.

Neville knew a lot of landscaping spells, and wasn’t afraid to use them.

Luna came and placed memorial wreaths of flowers everywhere, apologizing to the unhappy spirits. Hermione was helping. Harry apologized too, but explained the reason.

“The wizard who killed you? Well, some of you. He’s not dead all the way. We’re working on it. But that’s why we’re here.” 

Neville planted some nice flowers, and cast some growth charms. He didn’t tell Harry that these were magical plants that would attack the next wizards to come by.

He might have learned a thing or two about pranks from Fred or George.

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Luna pulled Harry’s sleeve, and pointed. “I don’t like that shack over there Harry.”

Moody whirled his magical eye around and swore. “Just how big a snake is that?” 

“What snake?!” came at him in stereophonic sound from all four teens.

Alastor shared there was a huge snake inside the small shack taking up a huge portion of one room.

Hermione whispered in Harry’s ear alone, “Snakes? Why’d it have to be snakes?”

Harry tried to hide his smile that made no sense to the rest of the group. He sombered when he realized it was likely Moldyshort’s familiar and told her so. “We need to make sure that the bad snakey dies tonight.”

They were done here, so together, walking carefully, they crept towards a small shack hidden by overgrown brush, trees, and tons of wards. Parseltongue wards.

“Wish your grandsire was here son, he’d have had this down in a trice.” Moody stated.

Harry was circling carefully, and the others heard him hissing softly. Ward after ward came down.

“How are you doing that?” Moody asked, but Harry winked then ignored him. He was concentrating. This was hard work!

Soon, they were at the shack door, and the dead snakes on it started to move. Luna put hands over her mouth. Neville wrapped his arms around his friend in comfort; it may be near Halloween, but this was no friendly decor; this was deadly serious.

The door was safely unlocked, but Harry was nearly done. Now, Neville and Hermione fought to take point, but Moody wouldn’t let them.

“There is a giant snake in there. It hasn’t moved with all of our actions so far, but I am asking you to please. Let me go first.”

Moody did, and the giant snake made no move. Neville saw it as well, but it was Hermione and Luna casting in tandem that ended its life.

“That was not a normal magical creature!” Luna stated, tears in her eyes.

Hermione nodded, agreeing with her sister in spirit. “Let’s get out of here. This place is awful.”

But Harry shook his head. “No. There’s something else here. Something more. And Hermione’s right. Something evil.”

Moody used his magical eye to scan the place. “I see it. A ring. But the color around it. All of you have occlumency?”

Hermione started reading and doing the exercises when she found out she was a witch. She never knew Harry wasn’t given any books or she would have shared hers.

Neville was very good at protecting his mind; something that made Snape even madder at him. Luna’s mind was a danger to people like Dumbledore and Snape.

The most vulnerable was Harry, but ever since getting that soul shard or leech or whatever out of his head, he felt that his mind shields did indeed exist and were strong .

“Go ahead. Stun anyone who tries to touch it. I’ve got a lead box with me.” Moody put down said box, and started to break the wards around it. And missed one.

Suddenly, there were vipers everywhere, getting ready to attack.

ƺ”STOP!”ƺ Harry shouted. ƺ”We are not your enemies!”ƺ

The snakes stopped short for a few seconds, but continued to attack. Unhappily for Luna and Harry, determinedly for the rest, they took out the remaining snakes.

“That was close!” Luna shared. Hermione was in borrowed clothes and had nearly made a fatal mistake.

She had almost been bitten. Harry was over there in a flash to make sure she was alright, and kissed her arm, much to the delight of the others there.

Meanwhile, Moody moved the dark magic ring into its box. 

“Ugh! That song is loud and disgusting. Anyone not protected would put that ring on and die.” Luna shared.

They were all more than ready to head back to their various homes for a bath and a kip. Or to the Ossuary where Harry and Neville were staying temporarily. 

“Well done, lads and lasses, well done.” Moody actually smiled at them.

He hadn’t done much, so after a wash up, he went to lead a raid on what was likely the last of their little treasure hunt.

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After a good meal and great night’s sleep, the group all slept in. They met again at the Ossuary the next afternoon. Moody reading off Harry’s list. “Malfoy’s in custody. Boy howdy. That is one evil monster. We need to make sure he doesn’t bribe his way out again, like he did with Bagnold. And no, I’m not telling how I know.

“The diary is dead, courtesy of the goblins, and yes, I asked permission to bring it into Gringotts before showing up. They somehow got a locket from Regulus. Another helpful elf, thank you for the suggestion. Luna wanted to go get something from Hogwarts, but I want to go when I know Albus is out of the castle.”

“Don’t want him throwing Luna in a tower?” Harry teased, then clutched his heart. Luna was a friend! Oh, not a potential girlfriend like Hermione, but still. He shouldn’t tease like that!

“Lucius has a dungeon, Mr Potter. And he hasn’t been a nice person.”

“Yes, but when can we have a trial without Dumbledore again?”

Alastor looked away, looking sad. “That shouldn’t be a consideration with a monster like Malfoy. But it is. It’s wrong.”

Harry thought about how angry the headmaster was when he saw his scar, and asked Moody, “Did Dumbledore ever talk about this with you?” Pointing at his forehead and the now almost invisible mark that had been so famous.

Moody scanned his scar, then swore. “We need to go to Gringotts again. Soon. I think this used to be a horcrux.”

“That’s what Dumbledore called it.

Moody swore a bit more, he was starting to repeat, “Whatever it was, yer better off without it.”

Harry nodded in agreement at that, and added to his Hogwarts list, ‘Take out basilisk before it hurts anyone again, check Hogwarts for another…’

“Hey Moody? We’ve found a couple of these with house-elf help. What about a Hogwarts elf?”

“Try calling one lad.”

Harry stood, and went to a clear spot in the dining room of the Bones home. “Hogwarts elf? Please?”

Thirty or more elves popped in, but one female elf started shooing the others away.

“I beings Juniper, head Potter elf, but bonded to castle until Master Harry beings fourteen.”

“Well, it’s your lucky day. I’m Harry Potter, I swear, and I take you as my elf.” Harry completed the bond, forgetting Hermione and her SPEW notions. This was a matter of life and death! He could always free Juniper if she wanted paying. Erm. To be paid. 

Was he part house-elf? The old Dursleys thought so.

Harry explained to her what they were trying to find, and then spoke of the Chamber of Secrets and the Room of Requirement that might have that sort of thing hidden there.

Juniper nodded.

“Rooms of Requirements known to elves. Lots of empty trunks there. Bring Master Harry and Master Googly eye all dark treasures we find there. You keeping these away from school. Deals?”

“That sounds like a great plan. Thank you for your help Juniper. I really wish I had known about you before. I do hope we can become friends.”

“Master Harry is Junipers family. You is being loved.” And she popped away.

Harry had to go into the living room and look into the black night. There were no lights on in the room, but the windows were pitch black. Nothing to see. The boy couldn’t believe those words had nearly brought him to his knees.

“How bad was it?” Moody asked softly.

“I have an ornament that was on their mantle. I left it at Gringotts with the curse-breakers. If you still can, I want to ask Malfoy if he sent it to my relatives. It was meant to make them hate me. The people that I remember growing up with were monsters. But this thing was new to them. They were pretty decent to me. Oh, scared of magic, but understandable.”

Moody nodded. “I want to see it.”

Since they needed to go to Gringotts anyway, they floo’d there. They scanned Harry’s forehead, and showed Alastor the ornament.

The ‘finite’ had worn off, and it was back to being evil, causing bad feelings. Moody had been a curse-breaker, but he wanted a second opinion. He recognized the magical signature, but that could have been for the transfiguration. No need to jump to conclusions.

So why did he want to pour Veritaserum down Albus’ throat?

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Walden McNair was walking down the corridor with a heavy axe when he walked by an alert Auror Moody. The auror tried to jump away when the heavy blade came suddenly towards him, but he wound up losing six inches off his wooden leg.

“Hey! That was an antique!” Moody shot a few spells of his own; the axe, hitting an invisible shield, rebounded, and McNair didn’t dodge.

He bled out, having hit the femoral artery in his leg. Moody sent for help, but it was too late.

He gave his testimony, and gave a memory of the whole thing. Had they been investigating McNair? Yes, due to evidence found in a different case, but it wasn’t ready for trial yet, much less an arrest! Moody had done nothing to provoke such an attack.

Chalking it up to guilty nerves, Alastor was given another medal for his actions; after all, McNair was a serial killer, proof found in his home afterwards. Of course.

And not a bit of it was manufactured, though that is what the Umbridge lackey was spouting off.

Her interference was as unwelcome as her croaking complaints. Again, the Bones pensieve was given a workout, this time, with a mad woman, out of control, not teaching, and torturing hundreds of students. Including her own niece!

“She must be making these devices of torture! How else could she have so many!” Was Moody’s conclusion.

How to set this up? Oh yes. William Weasley wanted to be a curse-breaker, and liked to listen to Mad-eye’s old stories.

What if Madam Umbridge was to substitute for the DADA position for two weeks? All young Bill would need was a way to communicate. Dolores was known to dislike Gryffindors. Intensely. Let her make that mistake with a polyjuice volunteer, willinging to bleed for a line or two to capture someone who was completely vile.

And Mad-eye knew just who to ask, too.

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The temporary Professor Umbridge did indeed make a mistake. ‘Bill’ Weasley was put in detention; Arthur Weasley finished it. Fortunately, he remembered to take off the student robe before he grew.

“What are you doing here?” The woman demanded.

“Arresting you. Don’t you know that variations of the blood quill are illegal? Well, they are. We were worried you’d do something like this.”

And Dumbledore was out during the ‘Mot session when Lucius and Dolores were tried. There were no pleas or calls for mercy. Dolores was even questioned under Veritaserum since she couldn’t use pureblood privilege. Lucius tried to say he’d been imperiused, forgetting the new law on the books.

He too was forced to take Veritaserum to confirm that claim. That opened a whole new path of pain for him. Then he implicated his own wife, best friends, and some of his associates.

He even complained that the bribes paid to Bagnold and Fudge weren’t working!

By the time they were through with him, both Lucius and Narcissa were tossed through the Veil. Andromeda had been brought back into the Black family, and was given their manor house as a wedding present. After all, it had been Narcissa’s.

The goblins would do a thorough cleanse before they moved in. Young Draco would be given mind healing, but Andi was given custody of the lad as Severus Snape, his godfather, declined to take responsibility of the boy. He was still working under contract to Dumbledore, and didn’t want him exposed to…anything in the castle.

Umbridge’s home was searched. She had a full dozen torture quills at the school. She had more than a hundred in her home! Each one carried a five year term in Azkaban just for owning it!

Fudge didn’t try to get her off - he had his own troubles to be getting on with!

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Quirrell was the last of the Death Eaters arrested. He shared that he had tried each summer to find the spirit of the Dark Lord. Find him, and he planned to bring him back one way or another.

Dumbledore too was quietly questioned about his role in all this. He had evidence that showed that several Death Eaters had killed that he had hidden. He had used influence to release people like the marked Malfoys who continued to kill, just not so openly.

“What does it matter? A few muggles?” Albus admitted to Moody.

No one knew that a small group had decided that enough was enough. He’d never be convicted in open court, but for the good of their society? He had to be removed. From all places of power.

He was allowed to retire, and write out his memoirs in a tall tower of Hogwarts. The very tower he had once imprisoned Trelawny in. The trap door was permanently removed; he received his plated meals when the students were fed. He had no way out, and his phoenix was missing.

“If after five years, he says he’s sorry? We’ll see. I don’t want his papers published.” Amelia opined.

Then more evidence came in: attempted theft from magical orphans like Hermione Granger and Harry Potter, actual theft from Harry Potter in the house purchase for Arabella Figg, other financial malfeasance that showed up after thorough audits that had been originally asked for to keep Albus away from the ‘Mot. Now, there were serious crimes uncovered.

The new Minister decided to give Dumbledore a fair trial, in absentia, with Minister Greengrass (neutral), Lord Zabini (Dark), Andromeda Tonks voting as proxy for the Black seat (neutral) and Lord Abbott (Light). All of them voted for life in Azkaban after everything about him was revealed; setting up the Potters to die to take out the dark lord; sending Sirius to prison without trial; allowing Crouch Junior to escape, allowing twenty seven different Death Eaters who were known murderers to escape justice as well.

Allowing the ongoing persecution of muggleborns and doing nothing to help them integrate into society.

When the current population numbers were presented to the entire Wizengamot, there were calls for mandated marriage and birth laws. Ridiculous! Instead, people like the Weasleys were going to be given scholarships to Hogwarts, occasional house-elf help for those with little ones at home, and mandated government ‘bonuses’ per child.

These laws were quickly voted in. Now, courting a young muggleborn to marry was desired, as the proof of magical power was shown in a variety of articles.

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Harry, Hermione practically in his lap, along with a cuddling Neville and Luna were speaking in low tones at the fireplace. The only unmarked Death Eater they hadn’t dealt with was Quirrell; what they needed was a strong governor (thank you Andromeda) to make sure that a muggleborn witch, preferably of pleasant demeanor (Calliope Clearwater) was ready to take on the position.

“We’ll be going back soon. But don’t be afraid. I’m going to be allowed to go to school with you this time. Dumbledore, sadly, won’t be at the school. I don’t know who will be headmaster.” Luna shared.

“But Hermione! I need her!” Harry practically shouted, pulling in said witch as though by holding her closer, he wouldn’t lose her.

“The Grangers know your phone number. I don’t know about Neville and I. But I will see you on the train, my friends.”

Snuggling, stealing a few last kisses, first Neville then Luna faded. 

“I love you, Hermione.” Harry shared softly.

“Forever and always. I love you Harry.” Hermione kissed him, but before she could again, she too was gone.

Then, so was he.

ooOOoo

It was a tearful goodbye for the Dursleys. Harry, whose godfather had been unjustly put in prison, was moving; going to live with the man.

“We’re still on for Saturday for the zoo, right? My treat?” Sirius offered.

The luxury car in the driveway proved that he could afford said treat.

“Only if we can host the outing afterwards? Perhaps to a movie? Or play park?” Vernon offered.

“That sounds fine. I just want Harry growing up knowing both sides, and being comfortable here. He’ll still be attending school with his cousin. I can hire someone to take him back and forth. Be a good tutor for the boys.”

“Smeltings demands good grades, Vernon. I think that sounds like a marvelous plan. Would that be Remus you are thinking about? Lily was Prefect partners with him.”

“That’s him.” Sirius affirmed, buckling the last belt in the car seat. The car had extra protections on it already; no reason to get in trouble with the muggle aurors though.

Sirius then put a thick envelope into Vernon’s hand, “I heard the trick that Dumbledore pulled on you. This will allow you to do a bit of investing. I was given some stock tips. Nothing illegal! Just want to share. With family.”

Vernon was tempted to take the money, and use it for the house, but they were doing alright. He’d be grateful later, when he invested, and let those investments grow. And grow.

And grow.

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The doorbell rang at the Grangers. There was a person in a long robe, and behind them was an adorable girl who appeared to be about five.

“I’m Constance Pinkerton with the Children’s Wiz..Services. May we come in?”

“You’re a witch, aren’t you? Don’t worry. We know about magic. Dan and I are what you call squibs, but his uncle is a wizard.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “You know Hector Dagworth-Granger, the Third?”

“Why wouldn’t we?” Emma brought her a recent picture of him and his apprentice.

“Well, that changes everything. Then you know this child here.” Constance asked, without introducing her.

“Hello Hermione. It’s been too long since we saw you last. It feels like years.” Dan said softly. “I’m your cousin, Dan. This is my wife, Emma.”

“Mummy can’t keep me ‘cause she’s in prison. But Daddy went to Avalon. I don’t know where that is, and I don’t know how to get there. Will you tell me?”

Dan and Emma shared a look. The man nodded, but couldn’t put thoughts together.

“Oh, darling girl! Your father passed away. I’m so sorry to hear that. We have lots of room here. Would you like to come and live with us? We don’t have any other children. You’d be loved here.” Emma offered. 

Dan opened his arms, “I’m so sorry Hermione. This is going to be a big change for you since we don’t have magic. But we have friends that do. Maybe you can even go to school with them.”

Emma pulled out a box she kept for visiting friends' children. There were blocks and wooden trains. Hermione was immediately engaged.

Dan stood and took Constance aside. “You should know, if you are going to be checking in on her, we are friends of Harry Potter’s guardians.”

Her eyebrows disappeared into her hair. “Oh? That’s interesting. Visits, yes. I’ll be popping by now and then. Of course. And though you are not magical, your new daughter is. She’ll inherit the Dagworth-Granger estate. Albus Dumbledore had offered to be her magical guardian, but if you have magical friends that would be a better option for you. You’ll be given a number to call if she has accidental magic in public. I have some books to help you too.”

“And we’ll get an owl as well.” Emma offered, standing.

The witch took out a shrunken trunk, and a shrunken bookcase. “Can you please show me where her room will be?”

The person was absolutely stunned. Rather than follow the directions given her by the now retired headmaster, she was following a much better path. What was he thinking? Obliviating people who knew about magic to think the child was their natural one? She was going to have to insert birth records in the muggle system! So much work! This was far better, and the people clearly knew the girl. And loved her.

That love was palpable.

After getting everything settled, she offered to transfigure the adult size furniture to be better for a little girl. 

And the best thing was, she would be checking on Hermione now and then, and could change it with how she was growing.

Constance left her card with the parents, who weren’t surprised at all at Hermione showing up.

“I am sorry I do not remember you.” Hermione said very carefully. “But if I have to go live somewhere else, I am glad I am here.”

“We need to call Harry’s guardians. I think for Hermione’s sake, she needs friends near her right away.

Petunia Dursley and Emma Granger’s memories of the time travelers were fading quickly, but lasted long enough to work out a plan to meet and make arrangements for schooling and play dates.

Phone numbers and names were permanent - memories? Not so much.

And with the Grangers being dentists, and Vernon selling drills, it wasn’t much of a stretch to have an association.

**OO**

The Grangers made an appointment at the bank to hear the Will; Albus Dumbledore was mentioned nowhere in the document. He apparently planned to steal the manor home, the library, and all else of value. Now, everything would be preserved for the girl. The house was to be packed up so it could be rented out for the next fifteen years. That was what Spurnik, Harry’s account manager, suggested.

Spurnik was more than happy to help Miss Granger as well. 

When the Granger family was leaving, Harry and Sirius were coming inside the bank.

“HERMIONE!” Harry shouted.

“HARRY!” 

The two children hugged, and the people there all saw the glow of magic around them. The parents all made sure they had ways of contacting one another. They watched the cutest thing ever.

The Daily Prophet would later share gossip that the future Lord Potter was already in love with the Dagworth-Granger Heiress.

With Hermione going to a London private day school, plans were changed, and Dudley now went with Harry to Hermione’s school.

Remus was still called on for transport, tutoring, and a bit of childcare. But all three were happy in the care of the kind werewolf, and goofy animagus. 

ooOOoo

September first of 1991 came far too fast for the extended family. Neville, who had started attending the private school with Harry, Hermione and Dudley was holding a compartment for them all. They helped each other drag in trunks. 

Sirius was carrying all the pets except Harry’s gorgeous white owl that Hagrid gave him as a birthday gift. Great man, Hagrid.

Hugs had been very sincere on the muggle side of the barrier. 

“I promise to write. Oh, and brush and floss too!” Hermione averred, her teeth perfectly straight and lovely due to magical healing.

Andromeda walked by. Draco had gone to their school as well. Harry nodded, “Cousin” at their passage, and he gave them a friendly wave. 

Auror Trainee Tonks gave them all warm hugs as well. She was on the platform as extra security. “You have your bag of pranks, right?” 

Harry shushed her, ‘Not in front of Moony! I’ll get in trouble!”

This was said as Fred and George came tumbling out the floo a good twenty minutes before the train left. “Moony? You know who one of our heroes are?”

Harry smirked, “Guys? I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship. Bye, Padfoot! Be good, but not too good!”

Harry watched as the redheads stopped and stared. Yep. They had the map, there was no other reason.

Climbing into the car last was Luna, “I was trying to find Trevor, but that was last time, not this time. Oh dear! How am I to keep all this straight? I’m Luna. Luna Lovegood. Do you know that?”

Harry and Neville shared a look, “We do now. Be welcome! Clive made us all a great picnic…

“As did Dobby. House-elves love to cook and help their families. Their fam-ill-lees.” Harry exaggerated at Hermione, fighting a losing battle about house-elf rights.

Luna pulled out glasses. There was just the four of them at the moment in the carriage. “Here’s to a new magical world. Well done, everyone.”

Neville, who didn’t remember any Uncle Algie, as he was a Death Eater sent to prison long before, looked around.

“Where is Trevor?” Neville asked, then shook his head, “Who was Trevor?” Now he was confused.

Their memories would get sorted out by the Sorting Hat. What House would they be in? Who knew? But they were friends, and together.

And a new adventure awaited.

And they all lived happily ever after

Fin

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A/N: Your story recommendation here 

A/N: My friend MelJ recommends Radaslab- 30 Minutes That Changed Everything

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/5178251/1/30-Minutes-That-Changed-Everything

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