"I can help you with that. James and I helped Remus with his. It was a werewolf, Moony, which was a bit too much of a give-away. We spent weeks working with him to disguise it. You'll have to think really hard on what you want it to be." Paddy said. "Focus really hard."

"I know what I wanted. I wanted your Grimm but that could be a bit telling, too. So, I'm going to go with my Animagus form." She huffed. "Once we get a place of our own and can bring the pensieve out, so I can watch your memory and work out what I am."

"Once we have a place of our own." Paddy nodded, suddenly keen to get moving.

The goblin looked at the test and frowned, before pressing a button on his desk.

"Miss Titania has an account waiting for her. It was laid down by Lord Arcturus Black, with the understanding that it was to be available to the first underage witch or wizard descended from his cousin, Marius, who appeared to claim it, and if no-one claimed it by the year 2000, it would revert to Andromeda Black's youngest descendant. Would Miss Titania like to claim the account? It can stay as an account or we have sufficient space that it could be transferred to a vault."

Titania looked to her father for the answer.

"I think it would be a good idea, kitten. Arcturus is a canny old bastard, if he put an account together, there's a reason. Take it and transfer it to a vault, we can add what grandpa gave you, to it." Paddy was quietly gobsmacked, he was just doing a very good job of hiding it.

"Yes, Da." Titania said before turning to the goblin. "Yes, please, manager goblin. And can I have a coin purse that links to my vault? Please?"

She looked at the goblin with wide green eyes and tilted her head slightly, looking up through her lashes. All the things that Hermione said would make a young girl look sweet and innocent. And it seemed that even goblins weren't immune to a pretty child.

"Certainly, Miss Titania. If you will excuse me for one minute, I shall see to a vault and the transfer of your funds and return with a key and coin purse." The goblin gave her a smile that one would almost call 'paternal' and left the room.

"Oh. My. Gosh." Paddy gasped. "You got a goblin to smile… I didn't think it was possible…"

"Hush, Da." Titania blushed.

"Ooh, that blush is so cute…" Paddy gave her a hug. "I need to see more of them."

"Not right now, you don't." She smacked at his hands half-heartedly before hugging him, then pushing him away. "Behave, Da." She scolded and the two began to bicker about what constituted 'behaving'.

The goblin returned and listened to the girl and her father, he smiled to himself, she really was a pretty little thing, a pity she would grow into a human. He returned to his seat and laid a basket on the table.

"The key to your vault, Miss Titania. A coin purse linked to your vault. And a vault ledger. If you wish you may deposit via your coin purse, you will, however, have to nominate a base amount to remain in the purse." Each item was slid across the table, one at a time.

"Um…" She bit her lip as she thought, before nodding. "Twenty-nine κnuts, sixteen §ickles and fourteen ʛalleons." She said. "Total of fifteen ʛalleons."

The goblin nodded and wrote something down on his notepad. "Very good. You can deposit both magical and muggle money to your vault by placing it inside the purse and pulsing your magic into the Gringotts button on the side of the purse. It will automatically transfer to your vault and be listed as a deposit in your ledger. Inside the purse are five pockets, one on each side and three in the middle. The side pockets are for Gringotts' draughts and an access card that can be used in either the muggle world or the magical world. The centre pockets are for coins. Deposits do not have to be sorted, merely enclosed within the purse. Deposits have no service fee, however, withdrawals do. You can either decide on a per annum fee or a per use fee. It is not wise to keep your key in your purse as, if your purse were to be lost or stolen, it will revert to your vault. If anyone other than yourself and your father were to handle the purse, it would likewise, return to your vault. You would have to attend in person to retrieve it and that incurs a fee." The goblin handed over a list of possible charges to Paddy.

"I'd prefer the annual fee schedule, please." Paddy said. "And I'd like the same setup on a vault for myself."

"Very well, sir. Please excuse me, while I see to it." The goblin left the room and returned in moments. "If you would both place a drop of your blood on the Gringotts' button on your purse, the Gringotts' symbol on the card and allow the ledger's stylus to draw a sample for recognition. Miss Titania, you can add you father but not until each item flashes with gold light. To add your father or another person, you must do this again, followed by your chosen person's blood, within one minute. Elves are excluded from this, our wards recognise their bond to their Master or Mistress." The goblin waited while Paddy used the knife provided to cut Titania's finger and then his own, before the blade was cleansed. "Your identity tests, I would suggest getting a personal portfolio to store them, and any further documentation, in an item with convenient access."

"Thank you, manager Snapblade." Paddy nodded.

"Master Grimmley, Miss Grimmley. Good day to you." With that the goblin was gone and a guard appeared to escort them from the office.

"Come on, kitten, let's go home for morning tea, before we head to the Ministry."

"Da?"

"We need to deposit some money, kitten. If we find what we want, the gold's got to be in the vault before the Ministry ask for a transfer." Paddy answered.

"Oh, right. Didn't think about that." Titania tilted her head. "Are the goblins going to be concerned about us depositing so much in one go?"

"No, honey, they don't care what we put in our vaults." Paddy paused as the guard grunted an objection. "Correction. As long as there's nothing that is dangerous or detrimental to the bank or the goblin nation, they don't care." The guard nodded but kept walking.

"Oh, okay, then."

Descending into the Ministry, via the phone box was just as disconcerting for the third time as it had been with Mr Weasley or with Harry's friends.

"I don't want to do this, Da." Titania whispered, her voice shaking. The last time that she'd been in this building, she had seen the man beside her, die.

"Same, kitten, but we want a home and this is the only way to get a magical one." Paddy was nervous and feeling a little ill. "Come on, let's get this over with." He approached the wand weighing station, handed over his wand and waited while the wizard laid it on a brass scale. A slip of parchment emerged and the wand was handed back. All without a word said. Paddy approached the information desk.

"Good morning, welcome to the Ministry of Magic. How can I assist you?" The young wizard manning the desk, asked.

"Real estate?" Paddy asked, realising he didn't know what depart that was under.

"Don't actually have a real estate department, sir, but all magical properties for sale are listed with the DMLE. Next door to the Wizengamot Admin Services. Left from the lift and fourth door on the right." The young wizard replied.

"Thanks." Paddy gave him a tight smile and lead Titania to the lifts. "Level two, kitten." He said, once they were inside the lift's cage.

"Yes, Da." Titania said and pressed the appropriate button.

When the cage opened, he lead her out and to the left. Down the hall and through an unmarked door.

"Good morning." Paddy greeted the elderly witch that sat at the reception desk.

"Morning, sir, miss. How can I help you?" The witch replied.

"We've just returned to England from international travel and… well, we want a home." What Paddy said was technically true, if you considered that England and Scotland were separate countries. "Preferably something in Wales." The Hogwarts' records that Dobby had found before they'd used the time turners had recorded the Grimmley's living in Wales.

"We have a number of properties available. What exactly are you after?" The witch asked.

"Land, at least fifty acres, but no more than a hundred, preferably within walking distance of a village, wizarding, muggle or mixed, doesn't matter. House? Minimum of three bedrooms, preferably four, two bathrooms, two story. Decent sized garden and a selection of outbuildings. Wards aren't an issue, we'll have the goblins set them. Floo is a must. Plenty of clear space, Titania likes to fly." Paddy answered, feeling more secure, the longer they were here.

"Hmm…" The witch opened a drawer and flicked through a folder, before opening a second drawer and retrieving a number of folders. "We have a few that match…" She paused. "Oh, make that two. Sorry, one isn't suitable, the only areas possible for flying are close to muggle walking trails." She spun the folders around until they were facing Paddy and Titania.

"Hmm…" Paddy looked at each of them, as he did, something niggled at him, but he couldn't remember exactly what it was. "How do we go about looking at them?"

"I can take you, each has a portkey that, if you were to purchase the property, would be handed over to you." She indicated a strand of ribbon pinned to the inside of the folder.

"Then, we'd like to look at both properties, please." Paddy replied.

"Certainly. If you would give me one minute to inform my colleague?" She didn't wait for an answer but stood and hurried through a door behind her.

Returning, the witch plucked both folders up and tucked one into a pocket, the other was opened and the ribbon flipped out and the folder closed, again.

"If you would both take hold of the ribbon?" The witch held out the folder with its dangling ribbon.

Paddy and Titania exchanged glances and both shrugged. Worst came to worst, Paddy was armed, his wand in a holster on his forearm. They took hold of the ribbon and that horridly familiar pull was felt. As the world righted itself around them, they began to look around. Neat and well-kept gardens framed a stone house with whitewashed walls.

"I'll wait here so you can look around wherever you like, all the current magics are on a hold, a standard procedure when an empty property is for sale, occupied one are a little different, but neither this, nor the second property, are occupied." The witch told them. "This means that it's a safe as it can be made. Your daughter's not going to accidentally set something off."

"Good to know." Paddy nodded and the two wandered up the path to the house.

Ten minutes later, they emerged and re-join the Ministry witch.

"On to the second property?" She asked.

"Yes, please." Paddy nodded.

Another familiar pull and they were standing in another garden, this one not nearly so neat. This time, the house was a darker stone, two story like they'd asked for, but it had a single-story addition to one side, all covered by a heavy slate roof. The whole place gave off an air of 'tired and lonely'. Paddy felt something, somewhere in the back of his mind, sit up and take notice but couldn't figure out what it was.

"Off you go, then. I'll be right here." The Ministry witch ordered.

"This way, kitten." Paddy lead her to the addition and wandered inside. "There's a potions lab through this door. And a basement through that one." He rapped his knuckles against a door as they went passed it and pointed at a second.

"Da?" Titania's voice was sharp. "How do you know what's where?"

Paddy stopped and blinked. "Um…" He looked confused. "I'm not sure… I just do."

"Have you been here before?"

"I don't know…" As they emerged into what was clearly the living room, Paddy gasped. "I remember…" He whispered. "This was your… This was James and Lily's place, when they first married. We were all sitting here, when Lily told us she was pregnant."

"What?!" Titania squawked.

"James' father, Fleamont, was a tough old man, he was all for James supporting himself. He was an Auror and even though James and I went into the hit-wizard program, he insisted that if James was going to marry before he was twenty-five, he had to support his own family."

"Ah…"

"Yeah." Paddy sighed. "That worked well, right up until Fleamont was killed in June 1979. The public were told it was Dragon-pox, but it wasn't. Dolohov got him. Mia, Euphemia, your grandmother? She… she just gave up. They died three days apart."

"Oh, gods." Titania hugged her father, not trying to hide the tears.

"Kitten, kitten… It's alright, it's alright. They loved each too much to be apart, too much to survive without the other." Paddy lifted his daughter into his arms and held her against his chest. "They used to visit here, every weekend. James and Lily rented this place, until then. They moved back to Godric's Hollow between Fleamont's death and Mia's."

"Is Dumbledore likely to remember that this was their place?" Titania's muffled voice came from his shoulder.

"No, kitten. They only rented this place for a year. They would have loved to have been able to buy it, but at the time the owners weren't interested in selling."

"Oh…"

"Come on, let's check out upstairs." Paddy didn't put her down, instead he hitched her over his hip.

"I'm too big to carry, Da." Titania grumbled.

"Never." He denied.

When they emerged from the cottage a few minutes later, the Ministry witch was leaning against a gatepost that opened into a field.

"Back to the Ministry?" She asked.

"Yes, I think so." Paddy nodded and she held out a door key on a long chain that was clipped to her belt.

Sitting at her desk, Paddy glanced at Titania and when the girl gave him a smile, he draped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to his side.

"What did you think?" The Ministry witch said. "If we can expand your search parameters, we're likely to have a larger selection of properties to choose from."

"No, that won't be necessary." Paddy shook his head. "The second place? Tell us more about it. Please?"

"Home…" Titania whispered, looking at the cottage.

"Yeah, kiddo, home." Paddy nudged her shoulder with his hip as he went passed, a box of groceries in his arm. "Come on, let's get settled in."

Paddy nodded to the wizard manning the information desk.

"Good morning, welcome to the Ministry of Magic. How can I assist you?" The young wizard said, in exactly the same way he'd greeted Paddy, the month before.

"My daughter's found herself a hippogriff… I'm assuming that I need to register it?" Paddy said.

"A hippogriff?" The young wizard blinked. "Yes, sir, you'll need to register it. Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures is on Level four. Turn right from the lifts, first door on the right."

"Thanks." Paddy stumped off, like any father that was fed up with their child's actions, would do.

Entering the office that was marked R&C, he gentled tapped the bell on the counter with his finger, smiling when, instead of the sharp 'ding-ding' he was expecting, the bell chimed like a grandfather clock.

"Oh, hello…" A cheerful voice was followed by a cheerful face as a middle-aged wizard emerged from the rows of shelves. "Welcome to Reg and Control. What can I do for you?"

Paddy huffed. "My daughter's found herself a hippogriff. I think I need to register it."

"A hippogriff? Really? That's a little… unusual." The wizard shook his head. "Oh, where are my manners. My apologies. I'm Amos Diggory."

"Nigel Patrick Grimmley. Call me Paddy, though, I refuse to answer Nigel." Paddy snorted. "And yes, I guess looking out the kitchen window to see your daughter sitting between the front claws of a hippogriff, that's laying in your daisies and preening said daughter's hair, is unusual."

"Ah, and you wish to keep it?" Amos asked.

"I don't really have much of a choice, here. Titania's already named him and ordered food and grooming gear." Paddy laughed. "Not to mention tried to sneak him up to her room. Thank Merlin, she's got a balcony that I can expand for a nesting site."

"Oh, my…" Amos' eye widened.