The Granger Son
Harry; Hermione; Dr. Grangerx2
Rated T
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters from the franchise. That honor belongs to JK Rowling
The Granger Son
Chapter 1
It was cold that night in the late night of All Hallow's Eve and would soon be the very early hours of the first of November. Both a terrible tragedy and wonderful moment had happened that night. The evil wizard Lord Voldemort had murdered James and Lily Potter, but their toddler son Harry had seemed to vanquish him, the blast of the Killing Curse rebounding and hitting Voldemort instead, ridding the Wizarding World of him. Unfortunately, it left poor young Harry an orphan as his parents had been taken from him. Luckily, he did have a few relatives that he could live with, and that was where he was headed to now while he slept in the crook of the arm of Rubeus Hagrid.
Hagrid couldn't believe that Professor Dumbledore had asked him to retrieve Harry and bring him to his Muggle relatives, but he also wouldn't disappoint the old wizard. He had graciously accepted and had flown to Godric's Hollow on his flying motorcycle to the destroyed house. It had devastated him to see James and Lily's bodies but was relieved when he found a whimpering and alive Harry. He had gently calmed the toddler before leaving with him and onto the motorcycle they went, flying into the sky on their way to Surrey to meet Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall.
He glanced down at Harry as he flew, seeing the little tyke still fast asleep. With a smile he said softly, "Don't worry, wee one. We'll be there soon, and you'll be safe."
Noticing he was flying low enough to where a Muggle could possibly spot him, Hagrid maneuvered the flying motorcycle higher to not be seen. However, as he did that, a strong wind blew into him, causing the half-giant to lose control of the motorcycle for a moment. Unfortunately, that moment also caused him to not only jostle the still sleeping toddler, but also cause him to lose his grip on Harry as well. And much to his horror, he dropped Harry in the middle of the air.
"Oh no! Harry!" Hagrid yelled as the swaddled one-year-old fell out of sight, plummeting to the ground below. And what was worse was that Hagrid had no idea where he was, where Harry was going to land, or even if he would survive the fall from the height he had dropped him.
Dr. Robert Granger sighed and rubbed a hand tiredly down his face as he stepped outside into his back yard. He needed a bit of fresh air, and personally a break from trying to calm down his fussy two-year-old. He and his wife Jean had been blessed with a daughter that they named Hermione two years prior, and they loved her very much. She was so smart and attentive for her age, though considering both his and his wife's profession, it wasn't surprising that she had inherited some of their traits as well. When Jean had gotten pregnant, they had been excited and he had personally hoped for a boy. He wasn't disappointed it was a girl though, and Jean said that the next child would be a boy. But Robert remembered just how hard it had taken Jean just to get pregnant with Hermione, he highly doubted they would be able to have another any time soon, if ever. But they were blessed with their little girl and they were happy.
Hermione never gave them trouble, though every once in a while, something would happen where they couldn't calm her down, and tonight was one of those nights. Jean was inside in their bedroom trying to calm down a fussy Hermione who was having trouble going to sleep, and thus crying as a result from being so sleepy. He had tried for ten minutes now before his wife decided to take over, leaving him to get a bit of fresh air. Taking a deep breath, Robert looked up at the night sky, quietly hoping Hermione would eventually go to sleep. Both he and his wife had to work the next day and they needed to sleep. He could only hope his wife would find something to calm Hermione and get her to sleep, preferably in the next thirty minutes.
As he continued to look up at the sky, he noticed something white moving in the sky. Staring at it, Robert realized it was some sort of balled up blanket and that it was falling and falling fast towards his backyard. Alarmed, he stepped further into the backyard and stood underneath the falling object, his arms outstretched to attempt to catch the blanket—in hopes to catch it. And to his luck, Robert caught the wadded blanket.
Surprised at how weighty it was, Robert frowned and looked at the blanket he had caught, only for his brown eyes to widen in shock at seeing the face of a sleeping baby. Bewildered, he looked up at the sky and back down to the toddler in his arms several times, trying to comprehend how this child had seemingly fallen from the sky and into his arms. Confused and alarmed, Robert quickly turned and hurried back inside his home, closing the door behind him and locking it before heading up the stairs to his bedroom.
Jean looked up from where she had Hermione cradled in her arms and rocking her, her tired greenish-blue eyes on her husband. They quickly looked at the bundle in his arms, causing her to frown and ask, "What is that?"
Robert looked at his wife and said, "Jean, you are not going to believe this, but look at what fell out of the sky."
The woman frowned further as Robert walked closer to the bed, placing his bundle on it in front of her. Her frown soon disappeared and she gasped as she looked upon the swaddled toddler before her. Gaping at the child—a boy, she believed—she asked, "Where did you find him?"
"He fell out of the sky."
"Robert."
"I'm serious, Jean. He just fell out of the sky, but he stayed asleep the entire time, just like he is now."
Jean laid her daughter down, shushing her gently as she fussed some more before gently unwrapping the boy, taking note of his black hair and cute, sleeping face. She frowned at the odd lightening bolt shaped scar, making her wonder how he had gotten it, especially since it looked fresh. As she continued to look him over—Robert moving to sit on his wife's other side and pick up Hermione—the toddler squirmed a bit and opened his eyes to look up at her, showing her startling, yet beautiful green eyes. Not being able to help herself, she smiled and cooed at him, the baby giving her a small smile before falling back asleep.
As the child settled down again, she gently laid him back down on the bed before facing her husband. Looking at him she said, "Well, he had to come from somewhere, but who knows where. He has to be all alone. What do you think we should do?"
Robert shrugged and replied, "I'm not sure. Perhaps we can take him to the orphanage tomorrow. We can tell them that we found him, and that he has no family to speak of."
"Yes, but is that wise? We can't very well tell them he fell from the sky."
"What other choice to we have? Unless you are saying you want us to keep him."
"I didn't say that. And if we chose to, what is the harm in it?"
As her parents discussed what to do with the mystery baby, little Hermione was busy staring at said baby. She felt drawn to him, just like how she was drawn to a book she would see or a new toy; she was curious. Easily slipping out of her father's hold, she crawled over to the boy and looked down at him. The boy seemed to feel her gaze on him because he woke up briefly to look at her. Seeing his eyes, Hermione couldn't help but say, "Pretty."
The toddler smiled at the little brunette before falling asleep once more. Smiling, Hermione giggled and laid down next to the dark-haired toddler, wrapping her tiny arm around him before closing her eyes. It wasn't long before she fell into a contented sleep, the sight of it all surprising her parents who had been watching her the entire time she had made a move towards the child.
Looking at her husband, Jean said softly, "She's calmed down, and because of this child right here."
"Yes, she has taken quite the liking to him already," Robert said with surprise evident in his voice.
The Grangers looked at their daughter and the mystery boy sleeping together, snuggling against one another and being the perfect picture of cute. Her heart melting at the sight, Jean looked at Robert and said with a smile, "Robert, let's keep him."
Robert's brown eyes widened in surprise. "Really? You want us to keep him?"
"Why not? He has no home and has no family. He needs someone, he needs us. Hermione has already taken a liking to him, and we've been discussing giving her a sibling one day. And he wasn't perturbed at all by you when you caught him, showing no signs of distrust. He must instinctually know he's safe here. And just look at him. He's so small and adorable. We'll take good care of him and love him like he's our own. Please, Robert?"
The man looked at his pleading wife before looking at the two toddlers snuggled together asleep on their bed. He couldn't deny the warmth growing in his heart at having the child live with them and being their son. Smiling, he realized that he too wanted to keep him, could already feel him beginning to love him. Looking at his wife with a grin, he nodded and said, "Yes, let's keep him."
Jean smiled and kissed her husband. "Thank you. Now, we'll have to get some legal adoption papers to sign off on them to make him legally ours. How old do you think he is? One, perhaps?"
"I'd say so, meaning his birthday must have just passed. Of course, we'll get those details sorted out later. But first, a name. What should we call him?"
The woman looked down at the boy, her new son, and replied, "I'm not sure. But remember when we were thinking of baby names? You said you'd name the child if Hermione was a boy, and I'd name her if she was a girl. So, because we have a son now, I'll let you name him."
Robert grinned and gave his wife a kiss on her cheek before turning back to the boy. Looking at him and Hermione together, he said, "Well, I say let's keep the 'H' theme going for him since Hermione's name also starts with an 'H'. How about…Henry?"
Jean scrunched her nose and shook her head.
"Hector?"
A shake met his suggestion.
"Harvey."
"Robert, do better."
"Alright, alright, just let me think." Robert racked his brain for the perfect name before his eyes lit up, having finally settled on one. "Harold."
Jean's eyebrow's raised in surprise. "Harold?"
"Yes, Harold. And we can call him 'Harry' for short if we like."
"Harold Granger," Jean sounded out slowly, a smile spreading on her face. Nodding in agreement, she said, "I like it. Harold it is. Now he just needs a middle name. Let's do something simple like…'James'."
Robert grinned. "It's perfect. Harold "Harry" James Granger. The perfect name for the perfect son."
Author's Note: Here is a new story I've decided to start. This is Harry's life growing up with the Grangers and how his life is different and shaped before heading to Hogwarts. I hope you all enjoy it as it goes on and stay tuned for more to come. XOXO, SehunsBae37.
