The next few days were spent reorganizing and babyproofing their home. Dougal and Minerva spoke about their lives apart as they did so and were suprised by the other's decisions from time to time. They had quickly regained their fire for one another as well. Each night when Harry had went to sleep, they made love and enjoyed their togetherness.

They had turned the spare room into Harry's bedroom. Minerva had used magic to redecorate it into a muggle sports themed room. Harry had wanted a Quidditch theme but Minerva felt a muggle theme would be best. She planned on introducing Harry to as many muggle sports as she could. Hopefully he would take to one of them until he got to Hogwarts and could play Quidditch.

Dougal sat down next to her on the couch and smiled as he realized she was looking over Lily's calendar. Lily had kept a scheduling book for Harry. Appointments, important places and phone numbers were included. "Anything coming up?" he asked his wife.

"Harry has his first dental appointment scheduled next week in London," she answered. "Lily was a genius to ensure Harry maintained medical records in both worlds. He will be able to work in either if he desires it. I think we should look into primary schools for Harry. He will be able to attend in person until he is eleven and then we can arrange a private study or something."

"A good education is important," Dougal agreed.

Dougal and Minerva arrived at the dental office with Harry in tow. Minerva filled out the paperwork and then sat Harry in the play area with a few other children. She sat next to Dougal and watched how Harry interacted with those of his age. He sat by himself and watched how the other kids played she noted. She frowned but Dougal grasped her hand and whispered, "Just watch."

Minerva lifted an eyebrow at him but did as requested. She watched as Harry decided who he wanted to play with and moved towards an older girl with bushy hair. She had a stack of blocks she was working with and Harry seemed interested in them. The girl smiled at Harry gently and handed him a block. He clumsily accepted it and tried to put it on the tallest one but he couldn't quite reach it. The girl laughed when the tower fell over and told Harry to start a new one. Harry grinned at the girl and did as she said or at least tried.

"Doug," a male voice drew his attention.

Dougal looked up and saw one of his old buddies from his royal navy days. "John Granger," he said in recognition and stood to greet his friend. "I didn't realize this was your practice."

John clapped the man's hand and greeted him fondly. "Jean and I just took it over," he answered. "What are you doing this way? Last I heard you were secluded in Scotland writing your next book."

Dougal flushed in embarrassment at the mention of his book but gestured towards Harry. "My great nephew Harry recently came into our custody and we have been trying to maintain all of the appointments his parents have already established for him."

"We?" questioned John curiously.

Dougal smiled at his friend. "My wife Minerva," he said as he gestured to the witch in question. Minerva waved and greeted John politely.

"It's a pleasure," John greeted happily. "Doug taught me how to survive the Navy and life in general."

"I did no such thing," Dougal argued embarrassed.

"Of course you did," argued John good-naturedly. "It looks as if we need to arrange a few play dates. That's my girl Hermione your nephew is playing so well with."

Minerva smiled at the dentist kindly. "I'm sure we can arrange a play date or two," she said. "Hermione is a lovely name."

"Thank you," a woman said as she joined them. "It's good to see you Doug."

"Jean," he greeted friendly as he hugged the younger woman.

"Did I hear right? Did you refer to a wife?" she asked him with a smile.

"You did," he said with a grin. "May I introduce my wife Minerva and our great nephew Harry. He is the lad playing with your daughter."

"It's a pleasure Minerva," the woman said honestly then turned to her daughter. "Hermione will you show your new friend to exam room two?"

The adults watched amused as she grapsed Harry's hand and slowly escorted him to exam room two. That was the start of a very firm friendship between the two toddlers.

Minerva met Jean at a local park the following week to allow the children to play. Dougal and John had went to lunch with a few of their comrades. "They play so well together," Jean commented. "Hermione doesn't feel the need to play with others. She is so intelligent that I worry it intimidates other children at times. I am grateful she found Harry."

Minerva looked at the muggle woman and smiled sadly. "She will grow into her intelligence," she said gently. "Be supportive and build her confidence. It doesn't matter the quantity of friends she has but the quality relationship she has with the ones she has."

Jean nodded her head in acceptance. "We encourage her need to learn," she admitted. "I have never seen a child prefer a book over a toy before her."

Minerva chuckled at that. "My mother said something very similar about me. I always had my nose buried in a book."

A strong unnatural gust of wind whipped around the women suddenly and Hermione yelled, "Leave Harry alone."

A gang of older boys had grabbed Harry and Hermione was scrambling to help her friend. Before Minerva could make her way to the children, she witnessed Hermione use accidental magic to push the older children away. She heard one of the older kids refer to Hermione as a "freak" and "unnatural" before scampering away.

"Hermione," she heard Jean cry as the younger woman rushed to the upset children. "Are you alright love?" she questioned as she fell to her knees in front of the children.

"They tried to hurt Harry," she sobbed as she fell into her mother's arms.

Minerva plucked a crying Harry up and drew him into her arms. "It's alright love," she whispered soothingly. She met Jean's gaze and asked, "Does that happen often when Hermione is emotional?"

Jean nodded her head defeated. Minerva smiled reassuringly at her before saying, "Let me make some inquiries. I may have the answers you are seeking." Jean looked at her new friend hopeful.