Transhuman!HP]:.

Hermione walked into 12 Grimmauld Lane, carefully navigating the abandoned toys that Teddy and Harry had left in the hall.

She scowled as she stepped on an action figure and it said something foul.

When it didn't wake anyone, she decided they were all deeply enough asleep she could do a bit of cleaning.

A flick of her wand and toys began marching and jumping up the stairs to the bin they were supposed to be in.

In the library, she stepped in and found Harry's table—which was where his broom and repair kit normally resided—was covered with books, parchment, notebooks, and—she came to a stop. Are those university pamphlets‽

She picked them up. They were. For Oxford, Cambridge, and MIT. I've already gotten into Oxford to read for law, she mused, wondering why he had them.

She looked at the notebooks but decided not to invade his privacy. Ever since the end of the war, ever since the trials, the forced veritaserum confessions, the executions of nearly thirty percent of the purebloods, Harry had been even more withdrawn. Especially after he had been the one to execute the Malfoys and the LeStranges himself and they had cried as they bled out, pleading for mercy, that one spell could save their lives.

She shook off the memories and went to find Harry.

Their bedroom was empty.

Then She found him. Asleep on the floor next to Teddy's bed, a book propped in his lap.

Hermione settled next to him and cast a cushioning charm on them both.

~•~

Tonks smiled when she saw Hermione and Harry's drawn on faces.

Teddy had jumped down the stairs minutes earlier and was enjoying a bowl of Boo Berry cereal.

"Wake up you two."

Harry cracked an eye. "Go 'way."

"One, you're in Teddy's room; two, we've got work today; and three, you're expected at the Ministry: Shack has a request."

Harry shook Hermione awake and they all went down for breakfast.

"Why're you looking at university pamphlets?" Hermione blurted, unable to keep out of it.

Harry sighed then turned to see Teddy eying the pastries in the middle of the table. "Grab one, some fruit, and you can go eat in the media room, 'kay?"

Teddy grabbed the largest beignet and a small banana then dashed out.

"Well?"

"What if every witch and wizard could do the exact same thing? What if muggles had our abilities? What if it's genetic? Or white magically enhancable?"

He waved his hand, summoning the notebooks. A gemino charm copied one of them and he passed them out to the other two.

~•~

Hermione flipped open the journal and saw a date. Harry had gotten into the habit of dating notes on personal research after she had pointed out it helped in jogging memory. He had started this journal the day she had left for the two week spell-crafters' conference she had attended. Every few pages there was a date. He had filled 137 over the two weeks. She flipped back to the beginning and started reading as Harry copied the next two journals and shoved them over.

Transhumanism[Transwizardism?)

Hermione made a mental note to berate him for his poor bracketing.

The singularity. Transhumans. Magic? We can be better.

As she read, she realized he referenced material. Lots of material. Articles copied to the notebook. Book excerpts. Quotes from transhumanists and magicals about expanding ones abilities.

"You want to make muggles magical? Everyone equally powerful?"

"If we can," Harry said, nodding.

"We don't have the education background for this," Hermione said but she was intrigued.

"I thought I'd get a degree in human-mechanical interfaces," Harry said.

"I could go a biomedical route," Hermione said. "It was my choice before law."

"I could look more into the magical and maybe technomancy route but this is still gonna take a lot."

"And i have a lot of money," Harry said. "And I did some checking. I have the political juice to make centres where we study these with muggles and magical working together." He sat back. "Ever since they made me ambassador, I've repaired a lot of the mess Dumbledore put us in. I've made contacts. Hell, last week they made me the Chairman of the Security Council." A twenty year old was, literally, the most politically powerful wizard in the world. He hated politics but he loved helping people and he was able to do that by browbeating his colleagues towards a one-world magical government. "And a few," he paused. "Loopholes are in some new laws that I requested."