"Hermione, I can't do this!"

She looked away from her newspaper to see her husband, on his knees underneath the sink, struggling with a wrench. She sighed, and walked over beside him, kneeling down to see the damage.

"You're over tightening it. And don't call me Hermione. It's Joanne now, remember?"

Harry sighed. "I can't do all this Muggle stuff, 'Mione. And I hate the names we're stuck with. Jorge and Joanne? What was Kingsley thinking?"

Hermione got out from under the sink, and sat beside Harry, leaning against the cupboards. "I know. I know it's hard, Harry. But it's safer for us here. Kingsley wouldn't make us pose as Muggles for no reason." He shook his head.

"I know. But I wish we had Arthur here to help us. I don't get this Muggle technology. Can't we even use magic inside our own home?"

"Look, you know it'll be easier for us if we keep it up for each other. We wouldn't want to slip, would we?"

"Hermione, I just can't think of you as Joanne. Can we please just use our real names? Just with each other."

She wanted to say no, and warn him how dangerous that could be. But he looked so forlorn that she just couldn't bring herself to do it.

"All right, Harry. If it makes you happy. But we still have to get you a job. It looks too suspicious to have you here at home all the time."

"What job? I don't know how to do anything. I miss the wizarding world. I miss Hogsmeade, and Hogwarts, and Ottery St. Catchpole, and…" He lapsed into silence. After a brief pause, Hermione spoke.

"I've been looking through the papers, and I'm sure we'll find you a job somewhere. And you mustn't forget that Kingsley could call us up at any time and tell us that it's safe to go back. But, during the mean time, we're still going to need to live out our lives. Now, once you're done fixing the sink," he groaned, and she ignored him, "I want you to go down to the grocers and get us some food. I'm going to start working. I have an idea that will make us all the money we'll need."

"Oh yeah? What's that idea? Maybe I could help."

"No, I don't have it quite sorted out yet. I'll tell you when I'm ready. But don't worry. I will almost certainly need your help." She got up off the floor, and sat back down at the table. She heard Harry mutter 'Reparo!', but she ignored it. He walked past her, gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, and then he was out the front door. He went to leave, but then he paused, and turned back. The name plate on their door was crooked, again. He knew he shouldn't use his wand, though, so he just pressed it back into place. What kind of a last name was Rowling, anyways?

Back in the house, Hermione pulled out her notebook. She paused for a second, and then began to write.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone

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