Emma Granger had just finished showing her last appointment out the door and was waiting for her husband, Dan, to finish his; then they would go out to dinner before returning home and seeing what mischief they could get up to since their daughter, Hermione, would be gone for the rest of the summer.

As fun thoughts were swirling around in her head, the bell on the front door rang announcing a visitor. "Sorry", Emma said smiling at the tall, well dress gentleman that stood before her, "we're closed for the evening, unless it's an emergency, otherwise I'm sure we'll be able to fit you in early next week". "My name is Dobby, Lady Granger's mum and I've been asked to deliver a letter to you and the Lady Granger's dad" Said the tall, well dressed gentleman in a high, squeaky voice more suited to something out of a fairytale creature or cartoon character rather than a human.

"Alright, well I'm Emma Granger and my husband is Dan, maybe he knows this Lady Granger, I'll ask him in a couple of minutes. You said there was a letter, can you give it to me or do you need my husband to sign for it or something"? This seemed to catch the man off guard for a moment but he then recovered and produced an envelope with a wax seal sporting a stylized G embedded in it and handed it over to Emma. "I'll be going to report to the Lady Granger that the errand was successful", and with that he turned and left the office as quickly as he had come.

Ten minutes later, as Dan let his last patient out and locked the door, he noticed his wife was standing very close, and after drawing the blinds on the windows spun and caught Emma in a surprise hug before trying his best to kiss her senseless. Several minutes later a smiling and slightly senseless Emma pushed her husband away and took a deep breath. "Down Tiger, we'll have our fun later. This arrived for you as I was showing Miss Wilson out".

"A very tall, well dressed gentleman with a very squeaky voice delivered this letter for us from a Lady Granger, any idea who that could be"? Dan looked confused as he shook his head no and broke the wax seal on the letter. Emma was looking over his shoulder and they began to read.

Dear Mum and Dad,

I know you had plans for tonight, but something has come up and we need to talk as a family, especially you Dad, you have some explaining to do. This letter is also a portkey, a magical mode of almost instantaneous travel, and all you have to do is just trust your "kitten". I can and will explain everything when we meet. Sorry for being cryptic, but we are no longer sure who can be trusted. I love you Mum and Dad and hope to see you both soon.

Love,

Hermione

They were both holding the letter when Emma started talking, "Who's "we", and what's with the kitten comment. Anytime you would call her that she would say "Kitten, Schmitten", and at that moment both Emma and Dan disappeared from the front office of their dental practice and appeared in the foyer of Granger Manor.

Hermione and Harry appeared in front of a large wrought iron gate, tastefully overgrown with ivy and a stylized G in the center. At first all Harry could see was a dilapidated stone wall and a broken gate guarding what looked like acres of weeds and tall grass. As he concentrated on the address Hermione had told him earlier the scene changed and the true gate appeared before him as well. Hermione stepped forward and touched her Head of House ring to the symbol on the gate and as the gate disappeared she took Harry's hand and they stepped across the boundary of the property. As the gate reappear behind them, they were met immediately by an older house elf impeccably dressed in what could only be the attire of the Manors Head Elf, he introduced himself to Hermione and Harry as Kipling.

"Would Mistress and her Sir like a quick tour of the grounds before we adjourn to the main house"? "Please Kipling, when it is just us or family and friends I must insist that you call me Hermione and this is Harry. If you really can't then can you do Ms. Hermione and Mr. Harry and yes a tour of the grounds would be wonderful, thank you". "Of course Ms. Hermione, I believe that you and Mr. Harry would be more comfortable riding", and with that he snapped his fingers and a white buggy came into view pulled by two of the whitest tigers either had ever seen.

They seemed as tame as new born kittens but Kipling assured them that if there wasn't a Granger present they would defend the property from all intruders. Kipling saw the look on Harry's face and wryly noted, "Fear not Mr. Harry, as the Husband of our Lady you are protected as well". Visibly relieved, Harry leaned back in the buggy and enjoyed the scenery and Kipling's running commentary.

They rode through an exquisite flower garden and when Hermione asked about a certain flower another elf appeared, her name was Jane. Jane old Hermione that it was a hybrid orchid found only on these lands called the Granger Orchid, the last Lady of the House, Lady Danielle, had cultivated it herself.

Hermione asked Jane if it would be possible to get a mix of fresh flowers in the main house on a daily basis. Jane said that she would coordinate it with Alcott, the Manors main house elf; Kipling said he would introduce Ms. Granger to her when they toured the home.

Overall there was 50 acres of immaculately cared for lawns and gardens, a stable that housed four pure white Apollonian Stallions along with the four white tigers; and an Owlery that was the sole breeder and distributor of Snow Owls in the Magical World, this allowed them to finally understand why Hedwig liked Hermione so much, she had been born and raised at Granger Manor.

The tour continued at the Manor with Kipling handing them off to Alcott in the Grand Foyer. Alcott asked them to hold on as she felt that they should start on the third floor and with a snap she transported them there. The third floor consisted of four huge Master Suites each with it's own spacious bathroom and reading room. Any book from the main library could be transferred to one of the reading rooms by writing its name in the directory located in each room.

The second floor was more bedrooms, eight to be exact, each two joined by a Jack and Jill bathroom and each room had its own directory and reading area. The main floor contained a secure Floo entrance, the Parlor/Sitting room, Living Room, Main Library, Music/Ball Room, a Formal and Informal Dining area, a Billiard Room, the Conservatory, the Kitchen and pantries and a Study/Office for the Head of House.

Hermione felt a compulsion when she entered the Study/Office and moved over to a map of the buildings and grounds and (as if in a light trance) placed her Head of House ring against the map and declared the Wards to be in a state of "Battle Ready" the exception to the wards would be Hermione, Harry Potter, Dan and Emma Granger, Hedwig, Dobby the House Elf, the Granger House Elves and Gringotts. Anyone not following proper protocol would find themselves forcibly removed from the grounds and swimming in the North Sea, or worse mauled by (not so white after the mauling) white tigers.

A voice behind them caused the two to spin about with wands drawn. "Excellent choice Daughter of the House of Granger. Always make sure you have secured your flanks before getting too comfortable. May I ask you to please lower your wands and tell me your names. I am Daniella Granger, last Matron of this Ancient House".

They both put their wands away and bowed their heads to the grand picture of Daniella in what appeared to be the library surrounded by books. Harry whispered, "I see the Family resemblance already". Hermione elbowed him in the ribs before speaking to Daniella. "I am the newest Lady Granger, Hermione Jane Granger-Potter, and this is my husband Harry James Potter and you now have the privilege of hanging in the Manor of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Granger".

Daniella smiled, "Excellent Daughter, it is good to see not only our House active once again but a raise in rank as well. You're very young to be married, and to a Potter no less, it's good to see the conditions of the Betrothal finally met. Could you please step closer Harry", he did. "Yes, I see it now, no other family could ever produce such an unruly head of hair (Hermione couldn't stop from giggling out loud). I'll let you in on a little secret, Quentin Potter, one of your Great Uncles I'm sure, let his hair grow longer and than tied it into a ponytail and that seemed to tame it quite a bit". Winking at Hermione she added, "I bet he's good with a broomstick too, isn't he". This caused both teenagers to blush scarlet and for Daniella to laugh with a twinkle in her eye.

"Lady Daniella, we are expecting my parents soon, how would you like it if I were to send my father to you after we get settled"? "That would be lovely Lady Hermione, I take it he knew nothing of magic before you got your letter"? "That's correct, and please among family call me Hermione". "Then I'm just Daniella, Hermione". "We have a little more to see of the house, if we don't get the chance later today than we'll definitely see you tomorrow. See you later Daniella".

After the Study, the final leg of the tour was the cavernous basement where only about a quarter of it was being used and that was as a wine cellar, with everything from 25 year old Ogden's Finest Firewhiskey and the extremely rare (not for Goblins, but for Wizards and Mundanes to own) Goblin made 100 year old DragonFire Whiskey* to Château Lafitte 1787. They had just returned to the main floor when a small "pop" was heard and Dr.'s Granger arrived in the main entrance.

The first things Dan noticed were A) they had stopped spinning and he wasn't going to be sick, and B) they had landed in what appeared to be the entrance way of a very posh hotel. It had a large stylized G embedded in the floor that looked like gold leaf, but considering this was in all probability a magical dwelling it was more likely pure 24 karat gold. All Emma noticed was her daughter rounding the corner accompanied by someone who could only be Harry Potter, by all of Hermione's descriptions of him over the years, and a small, well dressed "creature" (for lack of a better word at this time, that for some reason reminded her of the Dobby character from earlier). She rushed over and embraced her Daughter.

Dan, broken out of his trance by the movement of his wife, joined her in hugging and greeting their daughter. Emma was the first to speak, "What was this letter about? Are you okay? How did we get here? Where is here? Is this the Harry you are always talking about? Who is this other "person" beside you? Who is this Lady Granger that Dobby person kept talking about, is she here now and can we meet her? Well, are you just going to stand there or do your Father and I get any answers"?

Emma just stared at her daughter with a mixture of humor, as to how she must sound, and fear that something may have happened to her little girl. Hermione just looked at Harry before laughing, "Is that what I look and sound like when I get going? No wonder everyone is always trying to get me to relax".

Harry just smiled at her as she turned to her parents, "We'll leave the letter for just a bit, but yes we are fine; you and dad got here using a magical form of travel called a portkey, it can take you most places almost instantly. It was activated when you were tricked into saying that phrase I always said after Dad called me "kitten" and it brought you here. Here is called Granger Manor and it's located just outside of Glasgow". "This isn't a hotel"?, Dan asked hesitantly. "No Dad, it's a private residence. To be more precise, it's my, well our, private residence. I'll explain more later. Finally, Mum", giving Harry's hand a squeeze, "Yes, this is the Harry I am and will always be going on about".

"This is Alcott, Alcott these are my parents Dan and Emma Granger will you please see that they are made comfortable, she is also the Head House Elf for the Manor if you need anything please let her know. Lady Granger is here and available now to explain about the letter and to answer as many questions as possible, now if you'll follow me. Alcott, could you have two Butterbeers a glass of red wine and one of the finer Scotches brought to the parlor please". With a nod and a "pop", Alcott disappeared to do her work.

With that Hermione locked arms with her parents and began leading them towards the parlor. Emma noticed Harry hanging back, "Oh no you don't", she smiled making Harry feel a little better, "I know you have a part to play in all of this, so you are coming with me mister". At that she grabbed Harry with her free arm and latched on like he was a long lost relative eliciting small laughs from both Hermione and her dad.

Tom Marvolo Riddle, better known as… (dramatic pause, then said in loud, evil, deep voice, something akin to Darth Vader) LORD VOLDEMORT... was not having a good day. He had used up a considerable portion of his magic in the construction of his new body. The new body was pathetically weak being little more that a very ugly, very tiny, baby; I mean what do you expect when you use the offspring of your familiar and the blood of your only follower to construct a new body with. He was sure that using the blood of Wormtail (Barty had not returned until they were back in Britain) had not helped in the process but only served to give him kind of a semblance of a human form.

Anyway he was getting hungry again, who knew babies were always hungry, and cranky; plus he was sure he had pooped his nappies some time ago but there was no one around to change him. On top of everything else none of his spells were working right, he wasn't even able to kill the caretaker with the Avra Kadavra. If the old man hadn't died of a heart attack, while laughing at the site of him, Tom was sure the place would be crawling with Mundane Aurors right now and he would probably have been shipped to a lab somewhere, being studied as the Worlds Ugliest Baby. "Dang golly jeepers", he thought irritably, "the rest of my plans better go off without a hitch. I have less than a year left on this body and if they fail to get me the Potter boys blood it's back to wraith form; and I swear to Merlin I'll take Barty Jr. and Wormtail with me if that happens".

The group of four entered the Parlor and found their drinks waiting for them. "I thought that Lady Granger would be here to explain what was going on", asked Emma looking around expectantly. Hermione settled into a large wing backed chair beside a large (it could of, and at one time had, been used to cook a boar in), old fashioned, fire place and smiled sheepishly at her parents, "Well, Mum she is... as of about 10 o'clock this morning I am the newest Lady Granger of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Granger".

Once Dan and Emma were able to wrap their minds around this, Hermione continued, "It all started when I woke up this morning. While Ron had been acting a little weird the past couple of days, it wasn't until I caught Mrs. Weasley putting a potion in my apple juice that things got really strange. She hadn't seen me so I went back upstairs and told Ron about what I'd witnessed, he laughed and said that since I was nothing but a mudblood and that he was going to claim me anyway, the potion was supposed to allow me to accept it better. Needless to say I did not "accept" it well and when I started to protest he slapped me. That's when I kicked him in his bits before running out of the house".

"That's kind of where I come in", said Harry, "I'd just arrived at the Burrow when Hermione ran past me. My first and only thought was to followed her outside where she eventually told me what had happened. After I cooled down a bit and asked Hermione to be my girlfriend (thankfully she said yes), I explained my need to go to Gringotts and their asking me to bring an advisor, so we decided to go then and there".

Hermione smiled at Harry and took over the story once more. "When we got there we were met by Griphook who escorted us to Ragnok, the Director of the Bank and King of the Goblins, who told me that they had done a Family Line check from a drop of stored blood and that I am the last Heir to an Ancient House, the House of Granger".

"There's more, but I think we need to question dad a second about his family history, because he's not simply a Mundane, he's a Squib". Dan Granger just stared at them in shock, "I didn't know, I now vaguely remember overhearing my great grandpa Granger tell my grandpa about things his great, great grandmother did that seemed like magic. But he was very old and I was like five, what did I know. Over the years my memory of it faded until I just forgot about the whole thing, I'm sorry Princess". "Its okay dad, none of us knew. Later I'll introduce you to a long lost relative of yours in the study, she can't wait to meet you. Harry and I need to complete our story now".

"Once I was confirmed as the newest Lady Granger we found out that there was a betrothal contract between the Granger's and the Potter's and as it was the oldest for both families it took precedent over all others. Harry and I had just started dating hours earlier and now there was a contract to take it further".

"I claimed my Head of House", Harry announced, "and signed the contract. I know it was rash, but I truly love your daughter, I should have had the courage to tell her in second year, and plan on spending the rest of my life proving it". "And that's when he handed it to me and I signed as well, what we didn't know is that because we signed it as Heads of House it also had the effect of turning the contract into a marriage license. Harry and I are emancipated and married and I am now the Lady Hermione Jane Granger-Potter of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Granger".

It took twenty minutes for Dan to come to and in that time the two teens had a chance to calm the angry Emma down and tell her why they did what they did and that there were advantages to what happened. The fact that they, as a family, now out ranked most of the people who had been trying to oppress them was one of the biggest advantages.

Once Dan was awake and calmed down it was decided that everyone would sleep on it, and Alcott led them up to their rooms. When Harry began to go into one of the other Master bedrooms Hermione grabbed his arm stopping him and reminded him that they were married now and while she wasn't ready for anything to much beyond a good snog they were going to sleep in the same bed. Harry blushed and smiled shyly as the door closed behind them.

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A/N: *In case you were wondering about the effects of DragonFire Whiskey on the Mundane and Magical humans, they are the same as a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster: The alcoholic equivalent of a mugging – expensive and bad for the head. It's like having your brain smashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped around a large gold brick. It is the expressed view of Management that unless you are a Goblin, Dragon, or some other hardy, sentient, fairy tale creature (possibly an Ogre or the likes) that you have no more than two DragonFire Whiskeys... EVER... IN YOUR ENTIRE LIFETIME AND NEVER ONE RIGHT AFTER ANOTER. YOU SHOULD ALWAYS GIVE THE FIRST ONE SEVERAL YEARS TO WORK ITS WAY OUT OF YOUR SYSTEM!

This humble writer would like to thank the late, great and ever popular Douglas Adams and his book "The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy" for the above description. Also note that somewhere in this story I will be introducing a pair of Joo Janto 200 Super-Chromatic Peril Sensitive Sunglasses just because He made them sound so cool and because I can! Mr. Adams, you were a brilliant writer and will forever be missed, 42.