Disclaimer: I own a cell phone, a wallet, some clothes…you know what I don't own? Potterverse.

AN: I had all good reactions from this fanfiction and that's actually really pleasing.

Guest: I like McGonagall. I hate Dumbledork and am always looking for interesting names. The most recent being Dumb Nuts. But yes, something will happen with her, I'm not sharing what :P Writer's Prerogative. As for Ginny…thanks. I can never quite decide if I like her or hate her. Always depends on how she's written.

Clyrnin4eva: I'm probably going to realize it's a completely stupid question, but what shipping is Clyrnin? And I agree on the Harry/Hermione thing!

Momdad702: Now the only thing I want to know is why you didn't think you'd like them.

"Well Harry, I think we can agree that a visit to Gringotts is in order. They're most likely to know what the absolute hell happened…and we needed to go there anyways today."

"What do you mean?"

"It's not just me, Harry. Have you looked at yourself?"

"Um, no? I just got over a ton of pain and then it was pretty much oh look How much Hermione has changed."

She giggled and pointed at the three piece floor length folded mirror on her wall. He turned and looked and stared. He also looked five years older. His hair was longer but neat, his usual features more prominent and aristocratic, and his emerald eyes brighter and more piercing. They almost seemed to be glowing.

"Hermione…what the hell happened?"

"Well, I'm not sure but likely it's a pretty safe bet that magic is somehow involved. I don't know; we can look into it tomorrow. I'm tired now however." She scooted to one side on her bed and lifted the covers for him. "Come and sleep."

Harry did as he was told and they fell asleep almost immediately.

When they woke the next morning, they both quickly got dressed after a few minutes of shock spent wondering when and how all of Harry's stuff had gotten there.

The shock, however, was shrugged off and they headed downstairs after applying wandless glamours over themselves. Hermione glanced into the breakfast room and took a deep breath before entering with Harry.

"Good morning mum, dad."

Her mum, Daniella, stared at her. "Honey, where did the boy come from?"

"My bedroom, and before that, well your bedroom right Harry?"

"Yup, directly out of my bed."

Her dad, Michael, blinked a few times before looking at his wife.

"We don't know mum and dad. We really don't. We suspect magic has something to do with it."

The two adults nodded weakly and gestured to the counter and rest of the kitchen.

Hermione looked over to find that Harry had long since moved and was happily cooking breakfast and making more coffee.

"Harry—"

"Sit."

Hermione did as she was told without much thought and smiled when he placed a very large cup of coffee in front of her. She took a sip and smiled more. It was exactly the way she liked it.

A few minutes later, he lay a plate of cheesy egg breakfast burritos, bacon and hash browns in front of each of the Grangers then lay a fourth down for himself. In the center of the table, he placed the leftover which was quite a bit more than Hermione had expected and he brought three more cups of coffee over as well as yet another full carafe of coffee.

Her first bite almost made her moan in delight. "Harry, this is amazing."

"Thanks Mia." He grinned and leaned over, kissing her cheek before tucking into his own breakfast. The other two Grangers began eating as well.

Daniella nodded her agreement with her daughter before looking at them both. "So what's the plan then? Read until you figure things out?"

"Go to Gringotts actually. If anyone's going to know they will because if it is magic related, it has to have happened to someone else."

"Why not ask the Ministry of Magic?"

"We don't really trust the Ministry of Magic."

"Of course not," Daniella's voice was sarcastic and Harry grinned at her.

When they had finally finished breakfast, Hermione had to drag her boyfriend from the house since for the last ten minutes while her and her dad had still been eating, he had gone to have tea in the garden to discuss plants and paint colors. Honestly! You'd think he was the girl!

Harry, however, was the one shouting back to her mother that they would be back later…now wasn't that backwards?

Harry was now pouting next to her as she discreetly looked around and pulled her wand for the knight bus. "Honestly, Harry. We will be back later!"

"Hermione! We were discussing paint colors for the sitting room! It's an important room!"

She rolled her eyes and he paid the man the required amount as they boarded the bus and gave their destination, grumbling the entire time about witches who don't appreciate important things.

Hermione had to endure his grumbling for a full five minutes before they finally reached The Leaky Cauldron and she got off with a long-suffering sigh.

"Harry, if you shut up I will let you choose paint and décor for my room."

His mouth shut faster than a bear trap and he drug her through the pub, out through the charmed brick wall and down the Alley before going directly into Gringotts.

"Griphook!" Was the next word out of his mouth as he strode up to a goblin and hugged him.

The goblin, who was apparently named Griphook, just let him, stiffer than a board until Harry sat him back on the ground. He brushed himself off and glared at Harry balefully.

"Mr. Potter, how many times must I tell you? A wizard does not hug goblins!"

Harry pouted like a child and then simply walked off down the hallway towards the side of the bank.

Hermione and Griphook shared a look before walking quite swiftly after him.

"Mr. Potter! Where are you going?!"

"To see Ragnok."

"You can't just see the chief of the bank!" Griphook looked askance at Hermione. "How long has he been like this?"

"Weirder than normal? Midnight I think but I noticed about two hours ago when we got up for the day."

"This isn't weird. It's behavior totally typical of a Potter. Damn Potters." The goblin grumbled and then shouted in surprise as Harry opened the doors, which from Griphook's shouts led to Ragnok.

They hurried forward and found Harry enthusiastically shaking a goblin's hand. The goblin was clearly trying not to have a heart attack from surprise.

"Griphook? Who is he? What is he doing? Why is he here?"

"Damn Potters," was Griphook's only reply to his superior. To Hermione's shock, the goblin nodded with apparent understanding.

"Well, Mr. Potter, what can we do for you?"

"Several things; you may want a list."

"Griphook, write down everything he needs."

Griphook shook off his shock and Harry drug Hermione forward to the chairs and then they all sat down.

"Well, Mr. Potter?"

"First, Hermione here wants to take up her proper ancestry. Second, I want to take up my Lord status."

"Finally."

"Third is a little more…odd and we don't understand it."

"Alright, let's hear it."

"Since the end of the tournament, I felt extreme pain whenever I was away from my friends. It steadily got worse until last night. Last night at midnight, I was in my bedroom and then I was in Hermione's. We both now look five years older as you can tell. We have placed wandless glamours over ourselves, which you can probably also see, so as not to alarm her parents. They're muggles you see. The pain has stopped. We need to know just what in the hell happened."

"Well, let's deal with this from easiest to hardest, shall we?"

Both "teenagers" nodded.

Three hours later, real time, but three years later for Harry and Hermione, they exited the bank.

"So…that was informative."

"Oh yes. Us being soul-bonded and destined for marriage since birth can be classified as simply informative." Harry's voice was irritated and she frowned at him to which he answered with, "Sorry Mia. I'm just not looking forward to telling two different sets of parents that I am married to their daughter."

She nodded her acceptance of that. "Mum…muggle mum will want to plan a muggle wedding ceremony. Not quite sure what magic mum will want to do. Really should write to them now that everything is…cleared up. Plus, we've had three years to deal with things and learn so much more."

Harry nodded. "Well come on then. Your muggle parents will be at work and we can use Hedwig to send an owl that way informing of our…difference in opinion."

Hermione nodded and they headed back the same way they'd come, not speaking about the planned letter until they were safely ensconced in the walls of her bedroom.

"We're adults now."

"Yes Harry, your point?"

Harry grinned and waved his wand several times quickly together and minutes later her already quite large room was even larger, her bed bigger, there were more bookshelves, her things were more spread out, his were intermixed and her bedroom was painted in Slytherin colors.

She laughed and nodded and then sat at her desk.

"So what shall we write?"

"Er…" Harry looked confused before smiling. Together, they set to work on the letter and mailed it with Hedwig nearly an hour later, telling her to take it directly to Tom and to let no one else get their hands on it.

They weren't sure if they should expect a reply or not, but they were hopeful. They'd also sent one for Draco.

Draco had been sitting in the sitting room when he spotted Harry's owl flying towards the window and grinned…then frowned when he realized she carried two letters.

He hurried to let her in and allowed her to perch on his shoulder. He looked at them; one was labelled "Dray" and the other one was labelled "Voldie".

He paled slightly but hurried into the meeting room, accidentally interrupting the meeting.

"Draco, why are you interrupting us?"

"Sorry, My Lord, but there's a letter for you," he lifted his arm and Hedwig flew over to land in the lap of Tom Riddle.

The man in question stroked her curiously. "Leave me; except Bella and Draco."

The Death Eaters all left, although Narcissa and Lucius both shot worried looks at their son.

"Draco, what do you make of this?"

"I've been expecting something like it; today in fact."

"And what is so special about today?"

"It's Harry's fifteenth birthday."

"Indeed."

Tom opened the letter, Bella reading over his shoulder.

Dear Tom,

The light side is divided and we no longer agree with those that some would lead you to believe that we do.

Doubtlessly, you have heard that I support Dumbledore and am the sole beacon for that which is the light. I must say, the world thinks of me as such.

However, Hermione and I will be arriving at Malfoy Manor this evening, as we have told Draco if he read his letter already, and with us we will be bringing Ginny No-Name….long story Draco since Hermione and I are pretty sure Tom is reading this out loud and you and Bella are still in the room.

We expect no attacks but if we are attacked we will respond in kind. Draco can assure you that our colors are changed and we have no desire to side with Dumbnuts.

However, there is more information we must share with you that Draco is already aware of.

Don't attack him.

This letter will tell us at which time it was opened. We will be arriving an hour from that time. We will not be bringing anything but out wands and some papers at this time. Ginny, however, will be bringing anything she considers worth keeping as she will not be returning to where the rest of the Weasleys reside at all.

We will later return to the muggle world for a bit. This evening we will be back and staying in Malfoy Manor for this last month of summer.

See you soon,

Harry and Hermione

Tom raised his eyebrows.

"Have rooms prepared for them then."

AN: Momdad702 put me under pressure to make my writing flow so I was stressed and having a hard time writing this. Plus, it's a scorcher today and I don't like heat.

Hope it's still considered a good chapter though.

Next chapter: Harry, Hermione, and Ginny show up at Malfoy Manor (like that wasn't expected). Ginny is adopted into the family of Potter as a "Daughter" of Harry and Hermione but will be treated like a little sister to the pair of them and a confidant for both as well. We get a looksee at what Harry and Hermione mean by changing their colors. Possibly some shopping, especially for Ginny.