Disclaimer: I made myself perfectly clear in chapter 1!
"Stand back everybody, give him some air." said Galatea as she slapped Harry a few times in the face. Persephone began to panic and mutter something about him dieing and them being held responsible while Junior took out a spellbook that came with the room and began to look up a spell that could wake him up.
"Ooh, damn it all to shit! I'm not getting anything out of this piece of-" said Junior as she flung the spellbook across the room effectively waking Harry up.
"Oh come now dear cousin there is absolutely no need for profanity!" said Galatea as pulled on Junior's blonde hair. Junior then pulled on her black bun as hard as she could.
"Please stop fighting! I don't like fighting!" said Persephone who hated violence of all kinds. She was a pacifist by nature and that clashed with Junior's and Galatea's personalities. Nobody paid her any mind as they began to have a small cat fight. Neither of them meant to hurt each other but they were both slightly tipsy; Galatea from one day of hard drinking which had led her to the inn where Junior was and Junior from a day of drinking from the flask she always carried around with her.
"What's going on?! Where am I?!" said Harry as he got up off the floor quickly. Junior and Galatea composed themselves as best as they could and attempted to look like the dignified ladies they were raised to be.
"Do you remember anything at all because I'm sure that a hard blow to your head could jog your memory. And a hard blow to other places might just-" said Junior as she worked her hair into braids. She wasn't angry anymore but she was still feeling a but tipsy and dissatisfied. An elbow to the ribs from Galatea shut her up. Galatea didn't like her cousin's casual use of bad language and profanity.
"Wait, something is coming back to me." said Harry as he tried to remember. He remembered that he was on the island to look for Hermione and he remembered that he had to repay Junior for giving him passage into Remordere but after that it was all black.
"The hitting you on the head idea is still on the table." said Junior as she walked up to him. He remembered something about him and her and for some reason it had to do with Peter Pettigrew but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"I don't think that we should hit him on the head, it doesn't seem like a good idea." said Persephone quietly. She was a bit afraid of Junior at the moment because of how she fought with Galatea earlier and her history of aggression when they were children.
"You don't think, you just sit there, look pretty, and make lots of pure blood babies. Leave the thinking to me and Gally would ya?" said Junior as she inspected the bump on the back of Harry's head. Harry was a bit confused but he then remembered that these were members of Juniors family and relaxed a little. He began to straighten up his clothes as the girls once again began to argue. He wanted to get as far away from them as possible but Galatea who was also going to leave her younger family members to their argue. She was planning on visiting the slums of the towns that she and Persephone were going to visit on their way to the Great Occasion.
"Don't worry, she's usually much more pleasant when she's sober but then again she's still below normal pleasantness levels on her best days. Probably had something to do with that childhood of hers." said Galatea as she and Harry left. Harry walked with her only because they were going to the same place; the lobby.
"Oh, she seemed to be rather...interesting." said Harry choosing his words carefully and at the same time thinking about how he was going to find Hermione. He really wished that he had thought his plan through but there was no way he was going to go back.
"Brouhaha! Yes, that's one way to put her." laughed Galatea as she told the manager that she was going to pay for another night. She intended to spend her time interview the people of the slums but she wasn't going to turn down a chance to talk to The Boy Who Lived. She wasn't crazy enough to not do something that some people only dreamed about. It was true that things like the war or Death Eaters didn't really bother her or most of the other citizens of Remordere she still had an interest in things of that nature seeing as how she couldn't ever remember leaving the island. She was only at the port because of the high concentration of starving class people who begged and walled themselves up in rooms at the inns there. She was lucky that she found a decent one in that borderline slum.
"Hey, just asking but do you know of Peter Pettigrew?" asked Harry who had thought that he could ask residents about him to see where he could be most likely to find him. Galatea thought that it was a rather stupid question for him to ask seeing as how she was a daughter Pettigrew but she decided to humor him.
"Of course I do, everybody in the aristocracy knows all of the aristocrats. As the outsiders say, duh!"
"Do you know where he'd go if he came here?"
"To the house of Pettigrew most likely."
"And where is that?"
"Greyshire."
"Where's that?"
"Go north by northeast by north as the crow flies."
"Thank you, Galatea."
"You're quite welcome Harry. Oh and by the way, I know my uncle so he'll probably get there as quick as possible and may I ask why you're even looking for him?" asked Galatea but Harry had already walked backwards in a daze, his mind not processing what he had just heard. Somehow his feet began to carry him in the right direction and his trunk stayed shrunken down to doll size in his pocket.
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It wasn't a particularly pleasant carriage ride but Hermione had still manged to fall asleep while resting her head on Peter's shoulder. This gave Peter some time to think his whole situation over. He was going to bring her to his home and stay hidden there forever. It wasn't much of a plan but it was all that he could think up. He allowed himself to fall asleep too as they approached his home while the driver muttered something about being over worked and underpaid. They only woke up when they finally got there. Hermione played the part of the good girl doing whatever he said and he still didn't know about the act that she was putting on. They were taken by carriage right to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Pettigrew. She was in awe when she saw the mansion that seemed to go on forever and touch the sky.
"Welcome Hermione to your knew home." said Peter as he took her to the front door. She pretended to be happy about her new living situation but in reality she was planning her escape. A heavyset blonde woman answered the door when Peter pulled the large rope to ring the heavy bell.
"Peter my dear brother I can barely recall the last time I saw you!" said the woman as she hugged him. He returned her hug and momentarily forgot about Hermione. She was quickly noticed by the woman though.
"And who, pray tell, is this?"said Margaretta motioning towards Hermione who was staring at the woman who looked so much like Peter. The could have been twins except for the fact that she looked older and she was heavier with light brown eyes.
"Her name is Hermione, Margaretta. Hermione this is my sister Margaretta." said Peter who was still concerned with his politeness. Margaretta hadn't seen her brother in quite some time but she refused to believe that he was a Death Eater. Ignorance was bliss in her opinion.
"Peter, may I speak to you in the house?" said Margaretta through clenched teeth. Peter looked nervous and he followed her ad motioned for Hermione to follow them. She did. She was led to a small sitting room while Peter and Margaretta began to speak loudly in their native language. They were arguing about how Peter had just disappeared for a long period of time and he suddenly came back with Hermione in tow. The argued until Peter reminded her the the house was technically his because women couldn't own property in their society. They came to the agreement that she would stay but it would be Peter who would explain her presence to Junior, Persephone, and Galatea when they came back. Peter agree and he also accepted that this was going to be payment for taking in Margaretta's bastard child Galatea.
"Romilida will show you to your room." was all that Margaretta said as she entered the sitting room and opened the liquor cabinet. A few moments later a tall and skinny woman in a maid's outfit entered the room and told her to follow her. Hermione decided not to make waves and obediently followed while wondering what she had gotten herself into.