Here's chapter four! I hope you guys still find this an interesting read, personally I feel like I've been writing really long chapters lately and I don't know if that's a good thing. LOL.

DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter is JK Rowling's baby all familiar characters belong to her, the ones that are unfamiliar, are mine. J

CHAPTER FOUR: THE FIRST NIGHT

Getting out of the bathroom after her nightly routine, she took the journal from the small table beside the bathroom door and headed for her bed. As soon as she felt settled in bed, she began to read her great grand père.

January 07, 1924

My beloved Clarisse has given birth to our son. Oh what joy I should feel is clouded by the pain and sorrow of losing my beloved wife. Our son, she named Davion, is healthy and while I could not ask for more, I wish my wife hadn't lost her life in bringing our boy into the world.

Life must carry on; I vow to raise my son knowing that his mother is with us always.

I will love you eternally, my Clarisse.

Your Husband,

Curt.

As Hermione finished reading the first entry, she couldn't help but wish that someday, she would meet someone out there who would love her the way her great grand père loved her great grand mere.

January 09, 1924

My Clarisse now rests in the family graveyard. I can only hope that one day I will be able to lie with her.

Curt.

A little morbid, but Hermione understood that. Hermione read around some of the entries in the journal, as it seemed he wrote about his days in the manor, how to handle the house elves and manage a household and the family business and being a single father. It wasn't until she read a certain entry that she felt she found something substantial.

January 07, 1925

Davion turned one today, I don't know how I managed to live without my beloved but I suppose filling my days with the care of my son and everything around me has helped me cope.

Davion had a small party with our closest friends and their children, it seems my son is not taken with any of them; he just kept to himself and ate cake. He had fun though, because he fell asleep instantly after I had put him to bed.

I also heard some disturbing information today, while talking to Abraxas, a seer suddenly approached us and said:

A dark man shall come soon,

Two houses shall be forced to choose,

One shall disappear and one shall fall,

The one who follows, taints his name,

The one who leaves, shall be forgotten,

Be wary, for soon, two heads shall decide a side.

Abraxas believes not of this prophecy, claiming that the woman who we now know to be Maura Trelawny is a hoax of a seer. I do not believe it though.

I fear, something dark is about to happen, I do not wish for my son and future heirs to take part in this, I have seen evil and it is my desire that evil shall never come near my family again.

Should this prophecy talk about myself and Abraxas, I know he doesn't believe it, I have decided to slowly ease my family out of pureblood society and soon, the magical world.

It will not be easy for this world is all I have known, but I must do whatever it takes to spare my son and his future family from the pain this world has caused and taken from us.

Curt.

Hermione didn't know how she felt after reading that entry, her great grand père was a pureblood who were friends with the Malfoys and he willingly left the magical world to protect his son and future heirs from the impending darkness or evil that was to come over the wizarding world (to be honest, Hermione was touched by what her great grand père did, however she felt it moot as she had been a participant in the second wizarding war, witnessed so much evil and was even tortured because of her supposed blood status, she experienced everything her great grand père set out to prevent happening to his family).

Hermione continued to read, the journal, until she found another interesting entry:

March 27, 1926

I've finally settled everything I need here in the wizarding world, it is amazing how even the many material possessions and properties I have, I've been able to secure and protect them all upon my departure from the wizarding world and someday, my death. I've effectively isolated myself and my son from the rest of our social circle and friends, I have left my will with our family lawyer that upon my leave of absence in the wizarding world, I have entrusted the elves at my manor with the upkeep and protection of all my possessions and properties until such time that my son or future heir, is able to take over.

Also I have also noted that I have also entrusted A goblin at Gringotts and his future heirs to protect, manage and ensure the items I have in my vaults as well as all my financial accounts.

I have also ensured that my future heir will only be able to access or gain knowledge of everything I've left here five years after my death or until such time that the very evil that was prophesized has been vanquished permanently. Only then will my bloodline return to the wizarding world.

Tomorrow I will take my son and bid magic good bye.

Curt.

Hermione was astounded, so there is more to her grandfather inheritance than just this manor? And now that she thought of it; who was this man that approached her grandfather? She added that to the growing list of things she needed to figure out about this whole situation.

Hermione decided to read one last entry before deciding to go to bed,

April 12, 1926

It has been sixteen days since my son and I left wizarding UK, I decided to move somewhere where no one can track us, I've also placed several of my personal undetectable spells on us so that anyone who would think of tracking us down will not be able to.

Cape town is very different from everything I know, I suppose that in itself is good, the more unfamiliar things are, the more we may be able to live our life in peace.

I am now in the process of looking for a job, seeing all these muggles live and strive for a living is odd, but it seems it gives them a sense of pride knowing how hard they worked for their earnings. Yesterday, I went into a job interview with an odd healer who fixes teeth, he claims himself as a dentist, a doctor of teeth.

I hope I may get the position! I have never been this interested in something! And to think I find my interest and passion in teeth healing!

Davion is adjusting well to his new surroundings, he's beginning to show signs of magic again and it worries me that people here might notice, I've been doing my best to hide it but I do not know how much I can keep doing so without damaging his core.

Curt.

She thought back to everything she had read tonight but decided to face everything tomorrow as it was now time for bed, she needed to be in tiptop shape tomorrow. Hopefully she'd get a reply in the morning for all the letters she'd sent earlier that day.

Kingsley Shacklebolt has had a tiring day; technically, he's had a tiring year. Ever since the war ended last year, he had been elected as the new Minister of Magic.

Which means he had a lot on his plate, from rebuilding the magical community of England, to rebuilding the relationship of wizarding UK to other international wizarding communities, also he needed to do damage control in both the wizarding and muggle communities that have been affected by the war, to ensure that the international statute of secrecy is still intact.

So it was no surprise that he was still in his office in the ministry, going through several paper works while his secretary fixed his schedule for the next day.

As he was sifting though his letters and paper works, he came across one envelope that had been buried under a few of his papers.

"Millena, when did this letter arrive?" he asked his secretary from outside his office's open door.

Millena came in and instantly recognized the letter "It arrived around noon, I put it with the rest of the letters earlier." She said.

"That is all, why don't you go home and rest, I'll be out in a few as well." He said. Millena nodded and closed the door as she left the office of the minister.

As soon as his secretary had closed the door, Kingsley sat down and opened the letter.

Kingsley,

I know it's been a year since we last spoke to each other but I have just arrived back from Australia and am now permanently back.

Some thing about my family has come to light and I find that I am in a difficult situation on how to handle this with my family as they are muggles.

You see, my grandfather apparently recently came into inheritance of one Garrott Manor and its entire property in Wiltshire and my family has decided to visit said property. Now I have tried my best to adhere to the statute of secrecy but it is getting more difficult as there are house elves and several magical artifacts inside the manor. So far I've managed to avoid any incidents but I am not sure how long I would be able to do so.

There are also some other things I wish to discuss with you and possibly Madam Professor McGonagall so I would like to invite you over to the manor as soon as possible.

I've left the floo at my study open so you can floo over any time, I really need your assistance.

Your friend,

Hermione Jean G. Granger.

Kingsley could not believe what he had just read, in fact, he had to at least read the letter three more times just to make sure he had understood it! Hermione Granger is back and she is apparently from the Garrott bloodline!

Quickly, Kingsley packed up his things, magically organized the clutter on his desk and apparated home. As soon as he was home, he took out a quill and parchment and immediately wrote his response to Hermione. After that, he owled the note, and began preparing for bed while reading a few more of his take home paper works.

The next morning, Hermione woke up to see Tippy on the edge of her bed with a letter in her hands.

"Goodmorning mistress, Tippy has a letter for yous, I stoppsed the owl from flying in cause others might sees it." The elf said, making Hermione smile at the thoughtfulness of Tippy.

"Goodmorning Tippy, and thank you for thinking of what the others will think if they saw an owl with a letter flying around" Hermione replied to the elf as she took the letter from the elf. After that, Tippy disappeared.

As she began to open the letter, Alaia burst through her door "Good you're up! Breakfast is ready and we're going swimming!" she said as she jumped on Hermione's bed purposely landing at the edge of the bed so she could sit facing Hermione.

"Uh good morning to you too Ali, as much as I'd like to swim, I didn't really bring any swim suit so I might pass" Hermione said as much as she loved to swim, she wasn't really in the mood for it today, after all if everything went according to her plans, it would be a very big day for her family today.

"Okay then, after breakfast, we are going shopping for a swim suit and then we're going swimming! You're not backing out of this one my dear long lost cousin! We've got a lot of time to make up! Now get down before your mum or my mum decide to come and fetch you!" Alaia said as she made her way out the door.

Hermione shook her head as her cousin exited her room. She then opened the envelope she hid under her blanket to prevent her cousin from seeing it.

Hermione,

I have to admit I did not expect that letter to contain what it had, but since this seems like an important case, I will be able be there around 2pm today, I've also requested Minerva to come with me and I will also bring someone from the Muggle Liaison Department to ensure what we will be doing there is on official record.

Kingsley Shacklebolt

Minister of Magic

The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland

'Yes!' Hermione thought as her whole being suddenly perked up! Kingsley and McGonagall were coming today! She was finally going to be able to have some of the tension about the whole situation lessen today, at least if everything goes well and her family doesn't freak out too much otherwise today could be a disaster! Hermione put the letter in the study and began her morning routine, after that she went down and met the rest of her family in the front patio where breakfast was being served.