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Chapter 2

(Hermione P.O.V)

Apart from our cloaks and wands, we'd left everything at the hotel. Walking through London, just before the sun rose was a good idea. Not as many people noticed the two cloaked figures that walked past. When we reached the Leakey Cauldron we walked through without being stopped. Diagon Alley was almost empty and we walked straight to Gringotts.

Once there we asked a goblin for help sorting out accounts. He then led us to an office. "I am Griphook. How may I help you?"

Harry lowered his hood and I did the same. "Yes, you helped me take some money out of a vault a few years ago. Now, we need you to transfer all that to a new vault. An untraceable one." Harry requested.

"And could you also put muggle money in there? Exchanged for wizarding currency of course." I added.

"That should be alright." Griphook nodded. "Is there anything else?"

"Yes, we need to be able to access the money from muggle cash points. In muggle currency. And did my parents leave me any properties, when they died, I mean?"

"All that is doable, of course, for a small charge. But to your funds, the charge doesn't even scratch your main accounts. Would you like me to transfer all those also?"

"Yes please." Harry said, nodding. I had told him his vault was most likely only a trust vault.

"Your parents did leave you several properties, all over the world in fact. The main one being just outside London."

"Is the one in London protected?" Harry asked.

"All you need is a new Fidilius charm. The last one ended when your grandfather past away. Do you have anyone for secret keeper?"

Harry nodded, and then turned to me. "Hermione?"

We'd agreed earlier, because of my psychic powers, that I would be the one best equipped to be secret keeper. I nodded my head. "I'll do it."

An hour later Harry and I left Gringotts and went to Flourish and Blotts. We picked up as many books as possible on defensive spells, all kinds of charms, all types of Transfiguration, hexes, curses and jinxes. We also bought books on Potion brewing. Next we went to the Apothecary and picked up as many supplies for potion making as possible, including new cauldrons, all of which we shrunk, and placed in large bags that I conjured.

As we were walking past the newly opened, brightly coloured, Weasley Wizard Wheezes, I quickly pushed Harry into the shadows. Mrs and Mr Weasley, Ron and Ginny, walked out of the joke shop.

"I can't believe our sons are mutants!" Mrs Weasley wailed.

"No, Molly, their not our sons any more," Mr. Weasley said, "We need to tell the Ministry. It's for the better that they know about Fred and George."

Just then, they passed out of ear shot. I looked at Harry. "Oh my God." I breathed.

"Come on, we have to warn them." Harry said, and he led the way into the joke shop.

Fred and George were behind the counter talking. They looked up as we entered. They eyed us suspiciously.

"You come to make us disappear" Fred started.

"Like the other known mutants?" George finished.

Before I removed my hood, I showed them the memory of their conversation.

"First they disown us, now they grass us up?" They said in union. "Wait, you're mutants?"

I removed my hood. "Yep."

"Hermione!" They cried in union. "Who's with you then?"

Harry lowered his hood.

"Harry, you too?" Fred asked.

"I found out yesterday." He said.

"And I've always been a mutant." I said.

"We found out just after we left Hogwarts." Fred said.

"What can you do?" I asked.

"We have visions and" George began.

"Walk through walls." His twin completed.

"Nice." Harry said. "Look, we have a safe place to stay. It's under heavy protective wards and the Fidilius Charm. Do you want to come?"

"We're starting a revolution." I added. "Too many people are corrupt. I mean, how can there be laws against us just because we exist?"

Fred and George looked at each other, and grinned. "We'll go for it!" They chorused.

An hour later, Fred and George had packed up all their merchandise and other things and I had banished their stuff to the new house. Apparently, it was quite large.

The four of us left Diagon Alley, with our cloak hoods up. When we were a few streets away, we took off our cloaks and folded them up. I manipulated the thoughts of others so they would not notice us.

Then at the Holiday inn, Harry packed up our things, and checked out. We got a cab to take us to the street nearest the house. In the taxi, I wrote out the address and gave it to Fred and George. Then I stuck it in my pocket to keep it safe. I'd burn it later.

It wasn't a very long walk to the house from where we had been dropped off. I stopped dead when I saw it. It was huge!

It was a large, Victorian style house that went up for five storeys. The grounds around it were large and well kept. We walked through the large ornate gates and up the gravel path to the door, which opened for us. There, in front of us, was a house elf, in a smart uniform.

"Master Harry Potter's come to claim his house sir!" She squeaked happily.

"Erm, yeah." Harry said. "Who exactly are you?"

"I am Blinky sir. I am one of the House elves in your late grandfathers house sir. Well, your house now sir." The elf replied.

"Oh, well, me and some friends are going to be staying here for quite a while, so…"

"Of course sir! The others and I will prepare rooms, sir!"

Harry nodded, and we entered the house.

"Wow! This is nice!" I said. The walls were in reds and gold's, with elegant paintings of people and landscapes hanging on them.

"Oh, and Blinky, you and the other house elves are not allowed to tell anyone that we are here, alright?"

"Yes sir!" She said, and with that, she disappeared with a crack. There were other similar cracks around the house and soon Blinky appeared again.

"Your rooms are ready now." She clicked her fingers and our things disappeared. Then she led us to our rooms, which were all on the same floor. Mine was on the right of Harry's and Fred's was on his left. George's was on Fred's left.

My room was huge, with a large double four poster bed. There were red satin covers and a red throw. There was a large fire place, with a roaring fire lit within it. there was a walk in wardrobe, and an en-suite bathroom. The wardrobe was stocked with both my clothes and others, too. The house elves had obviously unpacked for me. It looked like I would have to temporarily give up on S.P.E.W. I'd have no luck here. I would just settle for treating them well.

I changed into a pair of jogging bottoms and a plain black t-shirt. Then I went downstairs, letting Crookshanks go wander, as I went in search of the living room. The boys were already there talking.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Harry was just telling us what happened to him." Fred said.

"Question is; why were you temporarily homeless?" George added.

"I came home, and saw my parents killed for being mutants." I said, curling up in the armchair I'd sat on.

"What?" They asked in union.

"I'm so sorry, who did it?" George asked.

"We'll get 'em!" Fred added.

"Dumbledore. He had some aurors helping him too." My voice was hard.

"What?" they were incredulous.

"I can't believe he'd do that." George said.

"I can." Fred said. "Remember those other students who turned out to be mutants?"

"Oh yeah. He had them carted off. After that, it was as if they never existed." George said.

"Damn him. The prick."

I gave them a small smile. I was glad I could rely on Harry and the twins. I'd be lost without them.

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