Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the HP universe. I just have an unhealthy obsession with a certain dark haired potions master.
Chapter 2
Two days later, the Granger girls were found in their family room, discussing the impending war, and school year, with their parents over tea.
"Absolutely NOT! I will not allow the two of you, to go off to that SCHOOL and play warrior princess or something. This is ridiculous! Unconscionable, unheard of! I cannot BELIEVEā¦" Mrs. Granger would have gone on and on, ad infinitum, had Bri not cast a silencing charm.
"Briseis! Take that off your mother this instant!" Mr. Granger raged.
Briseis shrugged her shoulders. "Sorry Mum, but I couldn't listen anymore! Hermione and I are both perfectly capable of deciding where we go to school. And this business with Harry is something we both must follow through. So if you don't listen to us like the rational adult I know is in there somewhere, I could always obliviate your memories and pack you off to Australia with no knowledge of the fact that you have children at all!" She ended on a yell.
Hermione sat on the couch looking uncomfortable with the fact that Bri had used magic. Uncomfortable, not because she had used it on their mother, but because she was jealous. Bri's wand was unregistered in the UK, due to her starting her schooling in America, so she was free to use it without consequence whereas Hermione was still a little over a year away from being able to use hers outside of Hogwarts.
"Now," Mia stated calmly, "why don't we all just sit down and Bri and I will outline what we have been planning. It's quite simple actually, and rather brilliant if I do say so myself." She then went on to tell her parents about the state of things in the British Wizarding world. Details about the past four years of her schooling causing both parents to either flush in anger, gasp in indignation, or shed a tear or two. Bri, who of course knew every detail of her sister's experiences at Hogwarts, refilled tea as needed.
"Despite the fact that we are only teens, our lives are in danger. Voldemort does not see us as worthy of life. He and his deatheaters see us as secondary life forms who stole our magic somehow and are a threat to all their pure-blooded beliefs. They feel no remorse over the killing of muggle-borns, or as they call us, mudbloods, nor do they care that we are underage. They kill muggles for sport, dad. You and mum will be targeted simply for my being friends with Harry and labeled the brightest witch of the age. (To which Bri snorted into her tea.) We must be here for Harry, mum. I know you wish we could hide away somewhere, but we simply cannot. Nowhere is safe. We have to go to Hogwarts, and we simply have to help Harry to end this."
Bri nodded along with her sister's speech, and when she was finished, went on to explain the Plan. "You two must leave Britain." (Both parents shook their heads at the same time.) "No, you don't understand. Mia and I are going to stay with the Order of the Phoenix for the rest of the summer. Then we will spend the entire school year at Hogwarts, helping to prepare Harry and ourselves for what is to come, we won't be coming home till this is finished. There is no safe place for you in Britain right now, because of us. You've always talked about retiring to Australia, so Mia and I thought that, since I can use magic, we could create new identities for you, and you could retire there early. We won't be able to visit, but I've these journals that are charmed so that if you write in one, they show in the other and vice versa." With that she handed her father a black leather journal, which he opened with no little interest. "They're also charmed to only be read by someone within our family. They may be our only avenue of communication for a while, but we can't say how long. This is the only way you'll be safe, mum and dad. The only way we will be able to focus fully on helping Harry, is if we know you are somewhere Voldemort cannot find you."
Hermione's tales and Briseis' impassioned pleas did not fall on deaf ears. Although dentists, the elder Grangers were active in their community, volunteered at soup kitchens and were known to take up a cause and fight tooth and nail. They knew Harry's story. They knew his fate was tied to this Voldemort character. They knew all this, but they had a difficult time understanding what a troubled teen boy and their two baby girls could do to end this brewing war. However, they saw the fire in their babies' golden-eyes, and knew they could not win this fight against two of the brightest and strongest willed women they knew, after all, they received their passionate natures from their parents.
With deep sighs and heavy hearts, Mr. and Mrs. Granger grasped hands and nodded to each other. "Girls, if you could go start on dinner, your mother and I have a bit to discuss." Mr. Granger gave hesitant smiles to each girl as they cleared up the tea things and left the room.
