The day passed in a haze for Hermione, she just couldn't focus on the negotiations, which were long and tedious. The adults handled all the details while the teenagers sat quietly, speaking only when spoken to directly. Her mother dragged her out of the room twice to ask yet again if all this magical contract nonsense was really what she wanted. Harold Evans was most leery about the idea of signing any documents that tied his daughter to two wizards but was slightly mollified when the barrister informed him that Hermione could step out of the agreement at any time. In fact, Hermione's parents weren't really needed as most of the tedious arguing was between the Potters and Alphard Black. Ivy and Harold Evans felt like they stepped through time as they listened to others negotiate over vaults and properties.

James was set to inherit everything of the Potter name while Sirius was technically next in line to head the Black family, it was complicated by his mother blasting him off the tapestry. Orion died sometime during the summer before Walburga attempted to disown her oldest son. Technically, she could not block him from his Black inheritance but Sirius's mother was throwing plenty of obstacle his way just by living. Walburga Black was not legally or magically obligated to turn over the estate until her oldest son's twenty first birthday. Until that time she could in theory attempt to magically bind him with alliances or even betrothals. Alphard Black had been busy since hearing about his cousin's attempt at disowning her oldest son, trying to seal any loopholes Walburga could use against Sirius.

Hermione was still focused on the reactions of those she loved most, Sirius and James would look at her with concern when the parents would focus on the papers in front of them. Even though she was obviously a product of dark magic, who wasn't even supposed to be alive, her sisters and her wizards somehow accepted her. She just couldn't wrap her head around it, James Potter was vehemently against any kind of dark magic and Sirius Black wanted to separate himself from his family roots. Yet, they both adamantly agreed to signing their lives away to her. As soon as all the signatures were dry, they joined her sisters in the library.

"So, I'm a bit confused what you're actually supposed to do, Mya?" Lily said bluntly as she laid her head down on the table in front of her using a heavy, dusty tome as a pillow.

"No idea, from what I can gather life was pretty miserable in the future and I mean...it would have to be bad for this to work, right?" Hermione scowled when she picked up the notes Petunia had been writing. Her sisters had somehow drawn out a pretty detailed timeline from the memories she left. Which surprised her seeing as at least sixty percent of the phials were just 'Mione, Harry, and Draco in bed.

"Well, according to legends, the savior is always provided with the knowledge and ability to do what is required. So just give it time." Sirius said in a soothing voice as he lounged across the sofa with his arms behind his head. Hermione scowled while her bright eyes raked over her body, as if his calm demeanor personally offended her.

"Who's to say she needs to do anything? Maybe the threat will work itself out. Look how much the future has changed already! It would be much safer for Mya not get involved in whatever this is." Petunia said firmly with a decisive nod. "Especially, with some crazed wannabe dark lord running around."

"Oh, please, Tuney. Like that will happen. Voldemort is having his little groupies kill muggles! You know Britain cannot sustain a war between magical and muggle." Lily scoffed as she closed the large book with an audible snap.

"I know that but we have a a nest egg saved up, we can leave. From what Amelia told me, he's a scary bloke." Petunia pursed her lips, leaning back in her chair with her arms over her chest stubbornly. She glanced from her sisters to the wizards attempting to appear nonchalant and unaffected. Not that James and Sirius were actually necessary in her plans. Her sisters were only sixteen and if their parents were informed of just how dangerous the magical world was, Petunia was positive that the Evans would be going abroad.

However, inside she was shaking. Hermione and Lily were hers, all of the information they were looking over lead her to the belief that this dark lord would try to take them away. She remembered when she was very small and her parents always told her that the twins were hers to look after. Of course, she wasn't very interested in babies unless they were her dollies. It wasn't until she was five that some strange man tried to take them away that Petunia became the protective big sister she was. Her mother left them alone for just a moment to speak to an old friend in the market when some man wearing a robe tried to take the pram with her twin sisters. The five year old had only turned her back to a second to make sure her dollie was comfortable in her own miniature pram when she saw him moving away. Petunia screamed at the top of her lungs and ran at the stranger, attracting the attention of just about every adult with twenty meters.

"Never knew you to be a coward." James sneered as he sat beside Hermione with an arm wrapped possessively around her shoulders. Petunia shook her head to clear those thoughts before instantly turning on him with a glare.

"It's not cowardly to want my sisters safe. If Mya was to be pulled in some fight or war I would be right beside her. However, right now she has a choice. We can use her visions and try to help as much as we can and hide, we could flee the country and never look back, or we could all be reckless Gryffindors about it and rush in without looking at all the angles." Petunia said slowly in her most condescending tone, her blue eyes focused on James. Her lips pulled up into a smug smirk as his shoulders slump and he pulled her sister into his lap.

"Well, when you put it like that." James grumbled, looking down at the table with a frown. Sirius hopped up from the sofa and patted him on the shoulder with a small smile.

"What do you want, Mya?" Sirius asked, making the redhead look up with wide eyes.

"Not be this savior thing, not be a seer, not be the product of human sacrifice." Hermione snapped after a moment of thought, her face scrunched up in disgust as she glared at the notes in front of her. "To be normal and fretting about this betrothal, to talk about Tuney's love of Sid Vicious or Lily's ridiculous feet envy...but I guess, I don't have a choice. A few bloody witches and wizards got together and decided they didn't want to the problem anymore and killed themselves!"

They all stared at her in shock, Sirius moved to put a comforting hand on her arm while James wrapped himself around her securely and pressed a soft kiss to her temple. "Hey, it's not like there's anything to do now and we will be with you every step of the way."