Chapter Twenty-Nine:
After the three of them are full, Hermione walks into a Virgin Mobile store and looks for three picture phones of good quality. When she finds them, Adrian signs up for a contract and so does Marcus. Marc adds Hermione on his account, so they get matching phones. All three are networked and the couple and their friend walk out of the store with their means of catching the offenders in place. Hermione tells Ade to look into if her old apartment is still open.
Marcus opens the door to the Manor and takes Hermione's hand. He wanted to show his father, in person. He can see Hermione's teeth embed into her lower lip. It does bother her. He gathers her near and holds her. "Don't worry, I'm here and I will not let anything bother you." He whispers in her ear. He can feel her relax.
Micheal walks out of his office, followed by Alan and Chantel Pucey. "Alan, you know that is not true." Adrian looks up at his parents and raises an eyebrow.
"Adrian! What has she done to you, son?" Chantel bustles over in concern. Adrian rolls his eyes. "If you are referring to my moving out, it has nothing to do with Hermione. Yes, she and Marcus are together. Yes, it is because my parents could not give up outdated ideas. It is my fault for thinking I was an adult and could see who I wanted.
I have sold the Yaxley Manor. A nice Muggle couple bought it. They have five children. They wanted to fix it up. See this world reveres these run down houses, but on the Muggle market, they are seen as eyesores that are hard to move. I only got 150,000 pounds for the manor and grounds, all fifty acres."
Hermione winces. "Ouch! That is not much especially for Manchester." She stands tall and raises an eyebrow at Lady Pucey.
"So what is this all about?" Marcus asks. Uncle Alan is red with anger. Chantel is hiding behind her husband. His father is bewildered. "Your uncle thought he figured out Chantel's lover is. Sadly, it's not me, like I've told him time and again. I would not tarnish my house with a scandal like that, nor would I disrespect your mother's memory like that." He looks to Alan, who nods in apology.
"Adrian, did you just say that you are not at home any longer, Son?" Micheal looks to his son for clarification, but Adrian explains. Micheal turns to Alan with raised brows and gritted teeth.
"I know you were in the lower levels Alan, but this is ridiculous. Don't you know who Hermione is?" He turns to Chantel and glares at her for her treatment of his daughter.
"Hermione Granger is not only the Ministry's liaison to the goblins and one of two Wizarding friends to Ragnok himself, she is also the smartest and most powerful witch in the Wizarding World. She is only second in power behind Harry Potter himself.
As Harry's second in command, she was the bane of the Death Eaters. Lucius dreaded going against her. Anton got a hit on her during her fifth year, but she hit back four times as hard on the battlefield. She single handedly held back the hoard while Longbottom beheaded Nagini, She got the drop on Yaxley when he tried to kill the now Minister. Kingsley may have killed him, but she is the one that took both his arms off.
Before Molly Weasley stepped in, Hermione, Ginerva and Luna Lovegood were keeping Bella on her toes. Bella tortured her in the Malfoy Manor while Greyback drooled over her.
This woman with one outburst of anger, or despair, could level all of the London metro area. The only place equipped to handle her magical outbursts is the Gringotts ritual room, which is twenty feet under ground.
Chantel think about that, Lucius, the Dark Lord's right hand man, didn't like facing her. Hell, Severus said never to let her get the upper hand, because the minute she does, you're done."
"Lord Flint, his name was Tom Riddle. He was nothing but a half blooded boy that was picked on by the muggles in the orphanage where he was raised and by the pureblooded when he was in school. He killed his muggle father's family but retained the property." Hermione counters, looking at the gathered group.
"Harry and I did a lot of research on Voldemort. If he had been hired as a professor, he probably would still be living and teaching today, but he went mad with power. Especially backed by pureblood family gold.
I hold no ill will towards any of you. Most were duped into thinking that he was a pureblood just because he was a minor heir of the Slytherin family. As direct descendant of the Perevelle family, Harry is actually blood heir of both the Slytherin and Gryffindor families as well as the Ravenclaw as Rowena was wife to Godric. No offense to the memory of your brother or uncle, but Lord Yaxley was a brutish arsehole. When we were escaping the Ministry during the war, he grabbed onto my sleeve as we apperated away. I was able to shake him off on the doorstep of the Order's headquarters, but we could not return after he was inside the boundaries."
Marcus smiles at her superior intellect. Alan is still mourning the loss of his son and this amazing woman. Chantel can't keep quiet. "Filthy Mudblood." Both Adrian and Marcus' faces grow wide at the slur.
"My dear woman, that is enough. Hermione is my future daughter in law. Alan, you and of course Adrian are welcome anytime. Chantel, I don't ever want to see your hideous face again. I am going to inform Lady Malfoy of your attitude and I am sure that you and your little group of no accounts will be uninvited to any social event from this day forward." Micheal cries and glares at the woman who has been ruining his best friend's life for the last twenty-eight years.
"I'll go you one better, Mike. Chantel, from this day, you are not Lady Pucey. I am going to put in for the matching service." Adrian cheers his father and adds, "Forget about claiming Yaxley. As Lord Yaxley, I disown you and disinherit you from the family. You are free to go fuck whatever poor loser you want to now. Maybe he will take you in."
Chantel knows in matters like this, that the goblins will already be notified of the changes, as the family magic is stripped from the person with just the words.
"Adrian, you are welcome to come home son." Alan tries to reach out to his son. "I will, but please don't push me. I want to find my own woman. I doubt that the pure bloods are the ones for me." Hermione and Marc snort.
