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Decisions

8th May 1998

Harry the habitually early riser woke up at six am, well he guessed it was six as he still had no watch. I really need to get Fabian's watch fixed. He'd actually slept quite well, though it didn't stop him from feeling like shit in the morning though. Making sure Hermione was definitely still asleep, He threw on the jeans that Kreacher made him with a Gryffindor jumper and padded barefoot to the kitchen. On the counter was something the peaked his curiosity, a coffee machine though smaller than you'd see in a cafe. He'd never used one of these before but the need for caffeine influenced his decision making.

After half and hour and a few tries later, he sat on a stool at the island bench sipping his reward for this perseverance. Trying to keep his thoughts from spilling into his frequent nightmares he instead spent another half an hour coming up with a way to move forward. There was still a few months until September, maybe the attention on him would be less by then. He could get a job, somewhere, maybe he could try play Quidditch professionally? Though if he got a job he still wanted to get the NEWTS for it. But if he couldn't go back to Hogwarts... What other options were there? He'd have to ask McGonagall as she was one of the two people he completely trusted in that place.

"Morning Harry." He jumped, nearly spilling his coffee all over the counter. Once he recognised Jane he calmed down, or tried to. He hadn't heard her come in. "Sorry I didn't mean to startle you. What are you doing up so early?"

He pondered if he should tell her the real reasons he woke up early. As he didn't answer straight away she moved over to him and placed her hand on his shoulder. He tensed on reflex but she didn't remove her hand. "I know you have only just met us but I want you to know that you're family to us. Anyone who has been such a big part of our daughter's life is family."

He really didn't know how to feel about what she had just told him. He was happy but he couldn't bring himself to feel happy, instead, suddenly scared as his greatest fear rose to the surface of his mind. He couldn't think of them as family, the instant he did. He would lose them, life had taught him that much. Not that he could tell Jane this, she wouldn't understand. "Thanks Jane." He put what he hoped was a convincing smile on his face as she moved away. "Are you two planning on moving back to England?

"We'd like to, if everything is safe."

"It mostly is. It'll be far easier if you travel magically, you could be fully moved in to your old place in a couple days."

She had a glass of some kind of juice and leant against the counter facing him. "It would sure be interesting, if you're offering."

"I am," He smirked, "plus the Ministry bends-over-backwards anytime I ask them now."

"You know that we expect you to come for dinner at least once a week? We'd like to know what's going on in the Wizarding World from now on. "

"Uuh sure."

Another voice entered the conersation. "Mum! Where's my invitation?" Hermione had just entered the room, hair askew, wearing a big T-Shirt and pyjama bottoms.

"Sorry darling. I did assume you would come with him anyway."

She harrumphed and flicked her wand at the coffee machine, with the machine moving on its own she turned to them. "What's the plan for today?

Jane looked at her in surprise. "I was going to ask you that, I thought you'd have everything planned out already." The look that she gave her mother made Harry laugh.

Hermione watched the liquid gold as it dripped into her cup. "We did come here to lift the charms and bring you home." Now she watched the cup more intently. "Unless... you're both fine here?"

Jane hugged her daughter. "We'd love to go home. It's been wonderful here, but it's not home." Hermione beamed at her. "I will miss the locals though, its been utterly refreshing. Like an extra Honeymoon."

Mr. Granger-Dan was leaning against the archway that led to the kitchen. "Hmph, Whoever heard of a working Honeymoon?" He kissed his wife. "I agree about the locals though. I've never seen anyone as relaxed as these people, until they beat us in the ashes again."

"I'll never understand your fascination with that sport dear. Did you have any plans for the day?"

He snorted. "Not after these two turned up."

Hermione, who was sipping her coffee by now grinned. "I was thinking that we go shopping, we (she pointed at Harry and herself) need some new stuff to wear.

Harry, who had been watching this whole exchange with a hint of longing cut in. "Good idea Mione, I'm tired of wearing the stuff Kreacher made me."

"So that's where you got that stuff from, It looks good."

Harry tried to hide his blush. "Uuh thanks."

It was Dan's turn to cut in. "Where would we go? Bourke Street?"

Jane turned to him in shock. "Why, that's a splendid idea! You're learning dear." Dan folded his arms.

Hermione giggled. "Where is this place?"

Jane glanced at her husband. "Melbourne."

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A couple hours later the four of them stood in the Grangers living room. "Now this will feel pretty uncomfortable, just remember to not let go." Said Hermione. Harry suddenly had an image of her in front of a classroom that made him snigger. "Where are we going Harry?"

He quickly rearranged his features and replied, "The Ministry entrance under Flinders Street Station."

She looked satisfied. "Good, lets go." After Hermione and Jane disappeared. Dan gripped Harry's arm and the Wizard turned into nothingness. When the Subway tiles appeared in front of him he look around and found the other two by the stairs. "You weren't wrong about the uncomfortable darling." He turned to his companion and found Dan gasping. "Good god." Then he looked around. "Well it's certainty quicker."

"You'll get used to it." Supplied Harry. Together the walked over to where the girls were.

Dan looked at where they had appeared. "So that's where the Ministry in this country is?"

"Yeah, it's like Platform Nine and Three-Quarters." While Dan thought about that Harry turned to Jane. "So where are we going?"

Jane winked at him. "Follow me you two." She led them up the stairs and walked past where Harry and Hermione had had lunch after they arrived.

Hermione moved closer to him. "You can get coffee later." He pouted at her as they crossed a small street and continued along the lane. With difficulty and the lane was packed with people and little cafe's literally lined the sides. They walked up some stairs and continued through a small arcade that had multiple floors. Harry looked around constantly, drinking in his surroundings, they paused at some traffic lights and he looked left and right as he waited. The pavement was wide and slate coloured, each street looked very straight and he guessed that the city must be on some sort of grid. Just after a tram clanged past the lights changed and they joined the flood of humanity crossing the street. She led them left down what he found out was Collins street and turned right into a small and rather old fashioned looking arcade. Beneath his feet were tiles in intricate patterns and complicated looking windows above him. Jane checked behind her and joined Dan, holding his arm leaving the teens to follow on behind.

The adults veered right down another small alley lined with more!? cafe's and crossed another small street. They continued through a rather dingy looking alley with a cafeteria and exited onto a open space that only had trams on it. "This is Bourke Street, or rather, Bourke Street Mall." The teens stared around, there was shops everywhere.

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Two hours later, the three of them sat slumped in their chairs at the table of another cafe near where they were shopping. Jane sat straighter, Harry had no idea how she still had so much energy. "That was fun kids, we should do that again soon."

Dan straightened quickly. "I think the point of today was to save them from doing this again for a long while."

"I wasn't talking about them dear." Dan visibly sagged back into his chair and the teens chuckled. Jane turned her attention to them. "When can we go home?"

"Errr." Harry hadn't thought that far ahead yet. "I'll have to stop in at the Ministry and find out." He looked at her parents and another question popped into his head. "Mione? Are muggles allowed in the Ministry?"

She rolled her eyes. "Yes Harry, read the statue of secrecy in your spare time and you'll find out yourself."

"Why would I if I can just ask you?" This earned him a slap on the arm and it was Dan and Jane's turn to laugh. "I suppose we will stop in there on the way home?"

Dan nodded. "It should be interesting."

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The four of them now stood in the bright Atrium of the Ministry, the Grangers taking in the spectacle, Harry looking for a sign to direct him to where he needed to go. Seeing nothing he decided to find a guard and ask them, spotting one he walked over to her. "Uh, excuse me?"

She looked him up and down. "How can I help you?"

"Where could I book an International Portkey?"

"Ah heading home are we? Walk past the elevators for a little bit and the International Reception will be on your immediate left."

He smiled at her. "Thanks." She nodded at him and he re-joined the Grangers. "Follow me." They managed to find their way through the throng and emerge on the other side of the Atrium unscathed. He was wondering how far they would have to walk when a gaggle of strange witches caught his attention, as did the sign. 'International Porkeys.' While Hermione was pointing out something to her parents Harry waited for the Gaggle to finish their business. As they left one or two rather obviously checked him out, instantly he felt uncomfortable. It didn't' seem like they recognised Harry Potter though which both relieved him and rose more questions.

"Sir?" Came a female voice from reception, he had made it to the front without noticing.

"Er, Hi. I'd like to book a Portkey as soon as possible."

"Ok, where to?"

"England."

"Hmm, you're in luck. There's a couple that leave tomorrow, one at nine am, the other at four pm."

He looked for the Grangers but they were still in conversation a few metres away. He'd have to make this decision on his own. "Four pm thanks."

"Four pm, done deal. Name?"

"Harry Potter."

"Sure thing Mr.P-." She looked up at him with wide-eyes, searching his forehead. She actually shook of nerves. "So sorry Mr. Potter, would you like an earlier Portkey?"

"No thanks, four pm is fine."

"O-Ok, so sorry. Try to be here thirty minutes before your departure time. H-Have a nice day."

He flashed her a smile, "Thank you." And walked back over to the Grangers. They all looked at him expectantly. "We leave at four pm tomorrow."

"Sounds good Harry, We should be easily be able to pack by then." Said Hermione.

Dan looked at the receptionist. "What did you say to her Harry? She looks about to have a nervous breakdown." Harry didn't answer.

Hermione answered for him. "He's famous around the world dad."

Jane followed Dan's gaze. "I think she's rather taken with you Harry, maybe you should go back and say hi properly." Dan instantly broke into a coughing fit.

"I don't think I'll have the time Jane." Replied Harry. Trying to look anywhere but Hermione who was looking at reception.

Dan broke the awkwardness only two of them felt. "Let's go home and start packing them shall we?"

Harry instantly warmed to Dan further as they walked back through the Atrium. As long as nobody else finds out, we should be fine.

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