A/N: I started this two years ago, and don't know when I will continue, but I thought I would share what I wrote. What do you guys think?

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

The Heir

Dear Mr. Seamus Finnigan,

I would like to invite your family to my property, for this summer holiday since your Aurora training won't start until the fall, and you're sister, and brother, don't have school either. Our mothers have been childhood friends, and she had written in her journal about wishing our families became one. So I am sending this parchment, in hope that you take me up on my invitation, and spend your summer with me. No need to pack anything, my tailor could measure your whole family, and have a summer wardrobe placed in each your rooms. You're father will have an escort, to bring him to his job, and back here at the end of his shifts when needed. You're sister will be able to keep studying her ballet, by an instructor that had been more than satisfactory, when I held auditions in my theater. I will even have a football instructor, to work with your brother, so he will be prepared when trying out for his high schools team. Your mother could help herself to our art/craft room, and make whatever she desires. Please don't let anyone else know, until the end of the summer if all works out.

Sincerely,

Lady Hermione Rowena Ravenclaw-Granger

A.K.A. Hermione Granger, or Mione

Hermione stared down from the window of her room, wearing her black mourning gown, staring at her families graveyard. She had lost both her parents in the final battle, and now was in charge of taking over her families estate, and what came along with making sure she could keep her families honor.

"Lady Hermione, we need to change your gown, it is the last day of your mourning period. You are to meet your fiancee, he is waiting down in the parlor," Anne, who had been her nanny since birth, was already helping her out of the gown. She was more like a mother, than her actual mother had been, having had always been there for her.

Hermione had missed the older woman, while attending her wizarding school, but always made sure to send letters by owl. Her parents even set up a house, for the witch during the summer, so the others wouldn't know her real status. Because if her friends knew the true status, than they would know that her family, was actually in the direct line of Ravenclaw herself.

Her house was charmed not to show by magic, and even guest were unable to leave the grounds from outside, so the only way in, and out, was by one of the blood lines to apperate you themselves. Mostly it would be Anne, who was to bring guest, and return guest as needed. She looked at the older woman, and smiled at the woman, "You blocked the fourth floor, and hid the east wings door, I don't want the guest in my private wing."

"Why did you pick the young man, My Lady?" Asked Anne, as she helped the woman step into her red pumps, that matched the rose printed summer dress, and red gems from the hair piece holding half her curls back.

"Mother went to school with his mother, and I know my parents would had wanted his family, to become a part of ours," Answered the witch, as she stepped onto the stool, to look at herself in her three way mirror, "He is a good man, and I know he won't let my wealth, become his obsession. We shall not keep his family waiting." The witch hurried down the spiral steps, and headed towards the guest wings sitting room, where her company were waiting. It was a fifteen minute walk, since her family never allowed magic within the grounds, wanting to keep the heirs grounded in life.

Mr. Finnigan sat at a small table with his wife, helping himself to a couple scones, as his wife sipped her tea. He glanced over at his son, who was still looking at the parchment, which he had received during his winter vocation during his seventh year after the light side won. "You know we don't have to stay here son, if you don't want to?"

"It would be rude to decline, this is the only heir alive, that is part of the Ravenclaw house. Surprised she was in Gryffindor, if her blood was Ravenclaw, but than again her mother was in Gryffindor. She used the last name, Granger, never dawned on me she was related to one of the four founders." Mrs. Finnigan explained, standing when a door appeared in the wall, and a couple of woman appeared.

Seamus couldn't believe how beautiful the witch looked in the dress, since he was use to seeing her in her uniform, or jeans, with one of her best friends jerseys. He ran his fingers through his hair, as he made his way towards the witch, "What should I call you?"

She smiled at her friend, as she walked over to the couch, and sat down crossing her ankles, "Shea, you could call me what you called me last year, when we were in school."

"Alright then, it's good to see you, Mia," He sat beside her, still not sure of how to act.

"I am Audrey Finnigan, this is my husband Tom, our children Sarah, and Joseph," The older witch smiled, as she approached the two, she looked at the young witch, "So where is your mother?"

"I am afraid she is no longer with us, along with my father," The witch answered, as a tear slid down her cheek, "They got in a car accident, while on a winter holiday my last year, so now it's just Anne, and myself," She looked over to where her nanny was standing, waiting for instructions, "Please show the Finnigan's the area's there permitted to see while here, while I take a walk with Seamus."

"Yes, My Lady," She looked towards her guest, and gave a warm smile, as she opened the door she had entered, "Will the Gentlemen, and Madam's please follow me, I will be showing you around your wing." She looked towards the oldest son, who was about to follow as well, "The wizard will be staying with the young miss, so she could show you around."

The witch watched as the door disappeared behind her nanny, and the others after they left, leaving her alone with the young wizard. She was about to say something, when the Irishman wrapped his arms around her, and pressed his lips to her.

"So this is what you meant back at Hogwarts, that you would find a way to make our relationship work," He started to kiss her neck for a little while, before finally pulling away, "What was with the letter, you made it sound like we barely knew each other, it was not at all personal."

She cupped the wizards cheek, and smiled at him, "I couldn't say what I would had, like when we sneak letters in school, because when I am here I am not allowed to do much of anything on my own. My family has always been protective of there name, for good reason might I remind you, so we have people who are in charge of such things. If someone who is not suppose to read the letter was to touch it, the words would appear to say something differently."

"My dad, was reading over my shoulder, and let me know I didn't have to go if I didn't wish too. My family doesn't know about our relationship," He pulled her in for a tighter embrace, as he buried his face in her neck. He remembered about her mentioning her parents, and how his mother had asked, "Mom must had forgotten about hearing about your parents death, because I remembered she cried the whole day, when she read the prophet."

"I will become, Lady Hermione Rowena Ravenclaw-Finnigan, and you will be Sir Seamus Patrick Finnigan," The witch explained as she stood from her seat, and looked up at the portrait of her parents, than smiled as she saw the swell in her mothers stomach. My parents posed for this portrait, two weeks before she went into labor with me, and since keeping the children of the founders safe. I never had been able to take one with them, that we could display in any of the sitting rooms, but my parents room. Which will become ours, since you asked me to marry you, before we parted ways at the end of the year."

"So you weren't kidding, when you said there was a whole procedure, to how you choose your future spouses." Seamus came up behind the witch, and wrapped his arms around her front, as he placed a kiss to her cheek. "So when would we get married?"

"At the end of the summer, and begganing of Fall, at the crack of dawn," The witch answered, turning to look at the young man. "A Ravenclaw should never marry anything higher than a half-blood, to induce the chances of our children to become magical, so are you really prepared for the responsibility of marrying a descendant of Rowena Ravenclaw?"

"I asked you, remember Mia?" He took her by the hand, and lead her to the other wall, where the door had been earlier, "Care to show me your room?"

"I will take you to the stables, so you could meet my favorite boys, I am sure they would love to meet there future family members," The witch smiled as she took him by the hand, and lead him to the other side of the large manor, towards the doors leading out towards the stable, "Each outward door leads to a different area outside, which Anne, will be showing your family as we speak, you'll have a life time to learn all the rooms. Although some rooms will remain blocked from you, until our first child is conceived, there blood mixed of ours will be your key." She stopped suddenly, as she turned to look at the wizard, biting her bottom lip nervously, "Are you sure you'll want to be married to someone like me, knowing that there will always be things that you wouldn't be able to share, with our friends, and others."

"I am marrying you, because I am in love with you, the brightest witch of our time," Seamus pulled the witch to him, and gave her a very heated kiss, ignoring a couple of maids, who were cleaning around them.

"We're going to the hay loft, I want you so bad Shea, and it's the only place that no one would look." The witch turned, and ran the rest of the way to the barn, and climbed up the ladder leading to the hay loft.

Seamus smiled, when he took in the top of the barn, and than his witch who was already laying a riding blanket on one of the piles of hay. He used his wand to make the blanket bigger, before laying the witch gently down, "Are you sure we won't get caught?"

"Only by the owl, who had her nest up here, but she won't bother us at all," The witch assured, pulling the wizard down for a kiss, "It's been almost a month since we were last together like this, and my fingers just don't do the trick."

He pulled up the skirt of her dress, and stared at her lack of undergarments, "You were anticipating this?"

"You were there for me, when I returned back to Hogwarts in my black mourning dress, and didn't make fun of me like Harry, and Ron, had. You, Neville, Dean, and even Luna, were all wonderful friends to me, when I was going through the traditional mourning process." She cupped the wizards cheeks in her hands, and smiled as she looked into his eyes, "Show me how much you love me, Shea."

"Forever," He whispered, before continuing.

Four Hours Later

"Where were you two?" Sarah asked, as the two entered the dining room, where the family was already gathered around.

"Since you're bound to find out, I asked Mia, to take me to a place that is special to her, after I accepted her proposal of marriage. We rode her two paints, around the track she has, than made our way back here." Seamus lied, since he had already asked her to marry him, when they were at Hogwarts. He held the chair out for her, before starting to sit to her left.

One of the butlers cleared his throat, before approaching the young couple, "The spouse of a Ravenclaw, shall always be seated to there right, young sir."

Hermione smiled at the older man, before looking at the puzzled family, noticing Tom Finnigan, frown at his son being told where to sit. "This is Galven, he has also been with my family, since my mother was a young girl. He is actually my godfather as well, since he is Anne's husband. He will show the proper eduquit for dining, and where one is to always sit, since a families seat never changes. When we have guest, they usually have name plates, so they know where to be seated during large gatherings. The reason you don't have name plates, is because you will learn, through the summer where your seat is located."

"Why are there two chairs, bent over like that?" Joseph asked, as he sat beside his brother, with his sister beside him, and there parents across from them.

"Those were where my parents sat, I just haven't had the heart to let anyone else sit there," She stood to her feet, and looked down at her soon to be family, with a warm smile, "I want to say welcome, and thank you all for coming here, it is my honor to be able to host you this summer. If there is anything you'd like to do, than inform me please. I will do whatever is within my power, to make sure that we find a way to accommodate everyone."

"Sarah, she will be having her sixteenth birthday, and we were going to take her to Paris for a couple weeks. We'll tell you the name of the hotel, which we will be staying so you could drop us off, we were wandering if it would be alright if the boys stayed behind. We always do something with just the birthday child, so they could have a whole day, with both parents full attention." Audrey explained, smiling at her only daughter.

"When do you plan to take her?" Asked the host, as she set the cloth napkin on her lap, and faced the older witch.

"July twenty-first, she is so looking forward to it this year, we saved for a year to be able to give her this trip. We finally found a hotel, that seems to be in our price range so we would-" Audrey was interrupted, when Galven cleared his throat, causing her to frown, "Is that going to be a problem?"

"We have a permanent suit at the, Hotel Metropole, Monte Carlo, and I could arrange for one of the kitchen staff members to go with you. That way you could save what money you have, so you could enjoy yourselves more, and give Miss Sarah, a memorable sixteen birthday." Hermione turned to look at Galven, who had just hung up with the hotel, having already let the manager know to have the room prepared. He grabbed a pad, and pen from his pocket, as he waited for her to tell him what else to do, "I want you to take Sarah to my summer closet, and let her pick up whatever she wants for her trip, I was going to donate last seasons wardrobe anyways."

"I am not wearing hand me downs, we're not that bad off you know," Sarah answered, earning a glare from her parents.

"About ninety-seven percent of the closet, still has the tags on it since I don't wear dresses to much, actually I think this is the only outfit I actually wear from last season. I usually keep all my jeans in the closet in my room, which is my usual wardrobe for the day, except for all last year when we wear mourning clothes. But those close don't belong in any of my seasonal closets, since they were made for me, just while I mourned all the losses of the war, and my parents." Hermione looked up at Anne, who was standing right behind the witch, gently squeezing her shoulders, "Please don't forget to send the summer wardrobe to Clarrise Anders from the orphanage, along with all my mother, and fathers clothing again. I had Galven send a letter last week, so Miss Anders, knew about the delivery ahead of time. Make sure to have Abigail make the drop off, Galven, made the woman nervous."

"Oh course, my Lady," Anne answered, before leaving the room with her husband, leaving the six alone to eat.

Hermione smirked as soon as the door shut, and quickly levitated the dishes to a lounge looking area, where there was a large television showing a game of football. "You all know where you sit, so why don't we just eat in this area, it use to be fathers old cigar room. But I use to come in here during dinner, so I could keep track of the games, it's the only place I like to eat. Not as lonely eating here, always hated that bloody long table," she watch as the family sat around the room, before sitting beside Seamus, as they enjoyed there dinner. "Galven, he always makes sure Anne, is distracted so I could eat in here. He said as long as you know where to sit, than we could eat breakfast, and dinner in here if she doesn't know."

"What about lunch?" Asked Joseph, and Tom, in unison.

"You'll probably eat your lunch, while your practicing with the football coach, same as Sarah, when she is practicing ballet in the studio. Lunch is where ever you happen to be at that time, they don't expect everyone to stop what they are doing, just to eat a meal that only last thirty minutes. Breakfast is held together, because the walk from your rooms, to this dining hall should wake you up. A cup of hot coffee, and or tea, will be waiting on your dresser to help you a little though."

"I noticed as Anne showed us our rooms, that she didn't let us know where Seamus was to sleep," Audrey commented, as she watched her empty plate disappear, and a slide of cheesecake appeared, "Amazing."

"His room, will be located in the south Wing, which had belong to my father." Hermione looked at her fiancee, as he took her hand in his, and started rubbing circles with the pad of his thumb, "In your wing, you will be allowed to decorate your study, and the other two rooms however you wish. I had my father's belongings moved into the library."

"Why would my son need his own side of the house? Wouldn't this house be as much his, at it is yours?" Tom asked, getting slightly annoyed.

He will have access to a majority of the house, and even more when our children are conceived, but my great accestors liked to keep there secrets till they knew they could fully trust someone," Answered the Host as she stood up, and looked to her quest, "If you don't mind, I need to go to our families chapel, and say my nightly prayer," she looked to her fiancee, and smiled as he was about to stand, "You do not need to go to the chapel at this time, or when we are married. I know your faith is not the same as my families, so I will not ask you to come with me, until it is your decision. For now allow me to say goodnight, and enjoy your time together," with that the young woman left, just as Galven re-entered the family room.

Galven took a seat in one of the lounge, as he faced the large screen, with a slice of his own desert, "She hates keep secrets from you guys, it's just that tradition has always been important, to the family of Ravenclaws."

Audrey smiled at the butler, as she took her husbands hand, "Miss Granger's mother was the same way, kept telling me that she had secrets, but I was not allowed to know them. We were best friends, and I mourned when I read of the Granger accident, that showed a picture of my old friend. I had thought she vanished, until seeing the death notification in the Prophet. Up until than, I had always assumed Miss Granger's parents, had been muggles since no one knew much of them."

"That was all to keep the name safe," The Butler explained, as he stood to his feet, and faced the family, "It is now time to return to your rooms, and I shall be the one to escort you to the Wing."

The Finnigans stood to follow the older man...