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Chapter 10

"Will life ever be normal?" Hermione asked as she and Harry strolled the grounds of Whitehall Manor.

"Eventually, once Dumbledore and Voldemort are taken down and the government is restored to what is should be. That is if we make it threw the war alive. We do not know what Voldemort is fully capable of, yes he is powerful, but how powerful?"

"We will survive this war, Voldemort is only as powerful as we let him be. We train and study hard, help to keep others protected and wait until the time is right to strike. Voldemort is not exactly young and the longer we wait, the weaker he gets physically, even if he can not die."

"How did Voldemort survive that night? I don't understand." Harry looked expectantly at his wife, she always knows the answer.

"Well, knowing Voldemort he has probably used some sort of dark magic that has prolonged his life somehow. I do not know what exactly, I will research it."

"How old is Voldemort anyway?"

"He and McGonagall graduated from Hogwarts in 1943, so they would probably be around 73 years old."

"It's strange that McGonagall went to school with him. I never thought that she was that old."

"Yes, I think she can help you understand him better, I just hope she is open to talking with you. Most people would deny knowing someone like that, it would taint their image."

"I don't think she would have a problem with it, McGonagall is pretty cool. And besides you are her favorite student." Harry grinned at her as they headed back to the house.

"No I am not. Professor McGonagall would never pick favorites, she is to professional to do something like that." Hermione huffed.

"Yeah right"

Hogwarts

"Mr. Potter is back with his relatives?" Dumbledore asked his Deputy Headmistress.

"Yes, as I have stated several times in the last hour. Albus, surely it would be better for him with Remus. What good are these blood wards when he is at risk mentally? His Godfather was killed in front of him, he needs comfort." Minerva pleaded with the old man.

"No, he is safest at his relatives. You need to look for Miss. Granger. She needs a magical guardian."

"I would like to petition for her Albus. She will be safe and happy, out of reach from less than savory families. We both know that Voldemort will not try and remove her from my care. Harry needs her, you can not deny that."

"I can not allow you guardianship of the girl. She needs to be as far away from Mr. Potter as possible. He is to attached to her."

"Yes, considering she is married to him. Who becomes Mrs. Potters Magical Guardian is none of your concern anyway. It is up to the Department of Child Welfare."

"They are not married, It is impossible. Potter is weak and he will beg at my feet for help and guidance. He will defeat Voldemort and die doing so. That is what is destined." Albus barley contained his furry at the woman before him. How dare she question and defy him, he is The Great Albus Dumbledore.

"If that is what you wish to believe, good day Albus." Minerva stormed out of the office and fumed all the way to her classroom. 'That man had no idea what is coming at him. Harry will take him down with his wife at his side. I will become Mrs. Potters Magical Guardian. Blasted laws, married teens had to have a guardian until they turn seventeen. Only one short year until they could both take control of their lives, or at least as much control they could have with Voldemort hunting Potter at every second. I will do anything in my power to protect them.' Minerva sat at her desk and wrote a very long letter to a old friend. She would over ride Albus Dumbledore.

The next day dawned bright and sunny on Whitehall Manor. Harry stretched as he slowly woke up. He was completely relaxed and rested. He reached for Hermione and once again found an empty spot next to him, the bed was still warm and he could hear the shower running in the bathroom. He got out of bed and opened the bathroom door only to shut it again quickly. Inside was the most awful singing he had ever heard. He slowly entered the room and winced at every missed note or bad pitch. Hermione might be good at most things, but singing was not one of them. He tried to turn it out as he brushed his teeth but soon felt a headache forming, the band at Sir. Nicks death day party sounded better than this.

"Hermione" Harry called threw the shower door. Immediately the horrendous sound stopped.

"Yes Harry"

"You know I love you right?"

"Yes, Is something wrong?"

"Yes"

"What is it?"

"Your singing, it needs to stop before you kill someone."

"That is rather rude"

"I'm sorry but it is true. Its traumatizing"

"Your just jealous"

"Jealous?"

"Yes I have amazing vocal skills and you wish you are as good as me." Hermione answered as she turned off the water and reached for her towel.

"Sure"

"It is true, I have an amazing raw talent."

"I just realized something"

"What"

"This is the first discussion we have had that has had nothing to do with the war or our marriage" Harry said as he pulled a towel clad Hermione into his arms.

"Yes, it is oddly refreshing. Even if you are insulting me."

"I'm not insulting you"

"Yes you are" She pulled herself away from him and went to their closet. Remus had all their things put in Harry's room.

"Whatever, please don't sing to our children, they will be scared for life."

"Alright, you take the fun out of everything" Hermione grinned at her husband. She could get used to playful banter, it was like they are a real married couple, actually having fun that didn't involve sex.

Harry was about to remark when there was a sudden knocking on the door.

"Come in" Hermione called as she slipped a shirt over her head. The door opened and Professor McGonagall stepped in side.

"I hope I am not interrupting anything, I need to speak to the two of you." McGonagall was pleased to see that the two teens seemed completely at ease with each other and hoped they would take the time in these dark times to enjoy their time together.

"Sure, just let me get dressed" Harry said as he disappeared into the bathroom.

"Shall we wait in the Library together Professor?"

"That would be acceptable Mrs. Potter." Minerva followed her student down the hall and into the large circular room.

"What is it Professor?"

"As you may know in the magical world each child is required a guardian if they are orphaned or abandoned. Marriage is no exception. Mr. Potter has his relatives and Remus. I would like to become your guardian. This way you may continue in your schooling and training. You will be safe, I can promise you that."

"How can you keep me safe from Voldemort or Dumbledore? I trust you and I know you are powerful in your own way, I just don't understand."

"Albus will certainly object and try to intervene. But in the end he has no control over this matter. He will give up soon enough and focus his energy back on Mr. Potter. Voldemort will not dare come near me or anyone that is under my care. I will tell that story when Mr. Potter joins us. I would appreciate if you would think about my offer and contact me with an answer."

"Alright" Hermione said as she noticed something different about her teacher, she could not name it but something was definitely different.

"I hope this works" Fred said as he tied a letter to his and Georges new owl. Hopefully a owl that is not associated with the rest of the family can get to Harry.

"If it doesn't I don't know what else will. Bill said the only way to get past the wards is if we weren't considered a threat."

"I am just glad that Bill is on our side, at least we have somewhere to stay when Mum kicks us out." Fred said as they watched the owl fly away from their brothers home.

"We won't be here long, the store is almost ready." George grinned at the thought of their joke store.

"Yeah, I just hope Mum doesn't kill us before opening day." Fred grinned back at his brother.