Author's Notes: I read a Harry Potter crossover with the Frost sisters. I thought about doing a story with the same characters, but it is not that story.

This is a Harry Potter crossover with the Three-In-One from Marvel. I was skimming the public notes on them and noted that at one part one of them got the Phoenix force. That did not happen here. It would tilt things too much.

Summary: Voldemort is defeated, but not without loss. Harry survives. Hunted by a corrupt ministry. He makes a reckless decision and meets three blue eyed young women with a far worse childhood than his own. Harry Potter/ Stepford Cuckoos(Three in One).

They had won. Well, it wasn't even a them. Hermione won. She had found the key to the impossible solution. Voldemort had learned how to use muggleborn souls to create further anchors for his deformed self, but they were at least all contained within Hogwarts. A ritual using the remnant of another Horcrux had confirmed that much.

Hermione discovered how to create, not transfiguration, but true transmutation, and then to bottle it as little silvery marbles. Drop them anyplace and wait and they would change one thing to another thing. It was alchemy in the palm of your hand. Well bag actually, they required a specially constructed bag to store safely. A simple spell would work to further keep them stable, for a day or two.

Unfortunately Hermione lacked the power to make create them, at least the way she needed them to work. Harry could though. He didn't even need the Elder Wand, though it helped.

He had made so many of them. For several weeks every ounce of his magical strength went into making them; each one able to transform a large chunk of whatever they dropped on, to, well, nitro glycerin.

He had no idea how many he made. He assumed hundreds, but he honestly hadn't counted. He was totally surprised when Hermione stunned him, but he could guess how it went. It was the summer shortly before school resumed. Hogwarts was gone. The forbidden forest was gone. A second hastily repeated ritual confirmed Voldemort was gone.

The ICW had to do a bad patch job just to hide the region, but the aurorts knew, somehow, what he had done or what Hermione had done at least.

The ICW officially just wanted him for questioning, but as they had an extradition agreement with the British Ministry of Magic, well he wouldn't bet on living long after he was caught. What is worse, he wasn't entirely certain he should survive.

He touched the shrunken trunk on his neck.

"Stop. Halt. You are wanted for questioning." Red stunners shot passed him. He had felt their magic and dodged just in time. He apparated again, this time focusing on the image of Lady Liberty. He knew when he did it that such an absurd apparition jump might kill him. He was fine with that.

Really, he knew that dozens of good people had died with what he had made, and he was sure that Hermione was among them. That it ended the war; that it probably already saved more lives than it took did not comfort him. His mind cried out in pain even as his magic dutifully carried him to the bare edge of Liberty island. He lay there half on, half off the shore, passed out, magically exhausted and barely alive.

Celeste, Mindee, and Phoebe were listening to a lecture by Charles Xavier when Celeste touched her head with her hand. "Sisters together."

All three suddenly focused. Their eyes glowing with blue white light.

Charles focused on them. "Is there a problem?"

"A hero who believes he has become a villain lies dying on Liberty Island's shore. We must go now."

Charles said, "Then we will. Let me just get Hank."

The three remained synchronized. "Hank is already on his way. We go now."

"Class dismissed. We will return when we can."

The three in one had already left though Mindee held the door for him. He pushed his battery powered wheel chair at full speed to the garage and right up the ramp after them.

Hank said, "Engines are hot. We launch as soon as you all are ready."

"We are ready," chorused the sisters.

Charles turned to see that they indeed were already belted in. His chair was also locked in place.

"Alright. Let's hit it."

Charles asked, "What else can you tell me?"

Celeste said, "Do not interrupt after this. We are feeding him our energy but it is not very compatible and the distance is great. There is not much time. He is hypothermic and will be swept into the water soon. We may be unconscious by the time you arrive. If so, it will be up to Hank to rescue him. You should see him in your mind's eye soon."

"I understand."

Charles focused for several minutes.

He said, "I have him. We are ten minutes away, but he is in the water, and somehow floating, though I sense the energy behind that is failing. Hank, I will handle the landing. What the girls are doing is dangerous. I will give you his exact location when we land and then I will try to anchor them. I'm counting on you to get us all home."

"Always professor."

Charles accelerated the X-Jet as fast as he dared. Less than two minutes later he was already beginning the deceleration phase as he redlined the engines to accomplish it in the least amount of time. Seven and a half minutes later they were near the ground when Hank jumped out of the craft's emergency exit right into the water.

Charles finished the landing. "Girls. I have you, for a time at least."

"We know. We go." Their eyes gleamed like the sun for a moment before going out. They were still breathing, but only just.

Harry woke only to find his body near frozen. He tried to move, but could not. He could not think. There was a presence. No there were several. "Get out of my head!" he tried to scream, only for his voice to fail him and to swallow more water.

Celeste said in his head, "We are trying to save your life idiot."

"Better I die."

Phoebe said in his mind, "I see what you did. The power of magic. Curious. The power to destroy, yet you saved those morons and now they want you dead."

Mindee said in his mind, "Do not be distracted. Focus on the song, not the noise or we might all be killed down here."

He had no idea how he knew there names. He just did. "Where?" he asked.

Irma said, "You are about forty feet below the surface of the ocean. We are with you, yet you resist. Your resistance is going to kill us all."

Exasperated, he sent, "Save yourself."

Celeste snapped, "It is already far too late to save just ourselves. Had we not been moved so by your cry, perhaps we could have let you die, but we were and we did not. Help us. For at least a little bit join us and don't resist us. It is the only way we are going to survive. Your magic can get us out."

"Magic's gone. Tapped out. Take weeks to recover."

Mindee thought, "Our power is not gone. Please, the song, if you can hear it, listen to the song."

"Why trust you?" He could tell his thoughts were slowing. It was very hard to focus on anything. He, no they were very near death.

Phoebe asked mentally, "Do you want to be responsible for three more deaths?"

"No," he thought. And with that, he gave up, not on life, but on keeping them out. He gave up on keeping himself entirely whole. He could feel their essence burn through him like fire, purifying and burning all the residuals of dark magic he had carried for so many years. His magic built and shaped itself anew amid the torrent of pure power they sent.

No, not his magic. Their magic. They were in the jet three times over. They were under water. They sent a message to Hank. "Abort rescue. Situation handled." Then with but a thought they tore through the veil between the world and the space beyond it and stepped through. After but a moment they stepped back into reality, back into the Jet.

Harry's eyes glowed like the others as his body stepped into the jet. They were together. It was good. The part that was in control of the Harry Potter body directed it to strap itself in even as the gestalt faded; as they faded. The other girls also slumped in their seats, just as unconscious as Harry was.

Hank returned several minutes later. "How did he get here?" he asked.

"That is a very good question Hank, but perhaps it is a question for later. Are you in shape to fly us home?"

"I'm fine. I'll get us there. Everyone can rest."

"Ask Jean to meet us. Tell her to be cautious."

"I will professor."

Jean and Hank were reviewing their new patients with considerable concern. Hank was the first to speak.

"I think the professor will wake soon. The others, I'm not prepared to guess."

Jean said, "I'm shielding them from our thoughts. I can't shield them from each other. Their link is still active."

"You mean the girls right?"

"No. I don't know if they forgot to disconnect or something else is going on, but there is a low level link between all four. The professor is at least not part of it."

Charles woke up an hour later. Both Jean and Hank sat by his bed. He asked, "Why are they still linked?"

Jean replied, "I've no idea. I considered trying to sever it, but they were all so low on energy that it seemed a really bad idea. They are recovering, if slowly. All I've really done is.."

"The shield. Yes, I can sense it."

Hank asked, "Do you know anything about him?"

"Celeste called him a hero that believes he has become a villain. I can tell he is magical. You both are aware of that group are you not?"

Jean and Hank nodded.

Charles asked, "How long has it been since we left the shore?"

Hank said, "Just under three hours."

Jean asked, "How did this come about?"

"Celeste heard him I think. I confess I felt something but it wasn't distinct enough to draw my attention. I only focused on it after she alerted the class. She is particularly empathic and together they are incredibly powerful."

Hank said, "The girls don't need it yet, but I'm seriously considering giving him some IV nutrition."

Charles replied, "You may want to hold off for a bit. He is skittish I think. He blocked the girls from truly helping him. They very nearly died in their attempt before he gave in."

Jean said, "I don't get it. Why would they suddenly risk so much for someone they don't know?"

Charles said quietly, "I've studied telepathy all my life. I know all the legends and even have a good idea of which of them might be true. There is one spoken of a few times throughout history, that I do not know if it is true or not, but it speaks of a resonance possible among those gifted with the abilities of the mind."

"But that is just a story," complained Jean.

"Yes, it is, but it has also been written by some otherwise credible writers. Not often mind you. It is, if it exists, it is very rare. You have touched the girls' minds. Surely you understand the concept."

Jean grimaced. "They have lovely minds that…"

"You'd just as soon stay out of. Yes, while my reaction isn't quite the same, I still know what your saying. I get less, shall we say resistance during the time we have touched minds. This young man is someone who could block the gestalt mind of the three in one, yet behind that formidable ability was the potential to also synchronize perfectly with them. That is the only thing that explains it. Even now they are using very little energy. It is not their gestalt. That has limits and they are not acting as one mind, but they are still linked. Perhaps they can even talk to each other? I honestly do not know. Do you sense anything Jean?"

"No, I shielded them and then wrapped that shield in a secondary one, just to make sure my shield didn't become a pathway into my head."

"Sensible."

Celeste walked along the top of the castle. To either side walked Phoebe and Mindee. Just ahead walked their new friend. She rubbed her arms and then suddenly it was a sunny day. Their new friend pulled out his wand and suddenly a large semicircular couch appeared out of nowhere.

They sat together and began to watch the sun rise.

Celeste asked, "Do you always come here in your dreams?"

Mindee said, "I would have liked to seen it, but we understand and agree with your choice."

"It is because of me that Hermione is dead. I was going to go. Just as soon as I recovered a bit."

Celeste asked, "Do you think she did not know that? She loved you. It is laced through your memories. It was her love I think that shaped you into the person you are."

Mindee said, "Her love changed your song. We heard it and were called to it. As sad as it is that we shall only ever know her through your memories, I feel sure that she had been waiting for that moment; the chance to save you, as we know you have saved each other time and time again."

"I don't know what to say to that," Harry confessed.

Phoebe said, "You have the stone of resurrection. You could call her back briefly and talk to her."

"I don't have it here obviously. None of this is real."

Phoebe replied, "You are wrong. It is a part of you. We can sense it. Even the cloak is still a part, for all that it should have been destroyed."

Harry said, "If I try this, I can't hold her long. It is said to hurt a spirit if you keep them too long."

Celeste said, "We will wait for you, or you may do it later. I'm not sure this link we made can be dissolved though."

Harry nodded. He willed the resurrection stone to appear in his hand and turned it three times. Hermione appeared beside him, dressed again in casual muggle clothing, looking the picture of health except for the slight transparency.

"Hey Harry. I'm glad your alive."

"I was going to do it," he said.

"I know, but you had already faced death so many times. You were free. We even got that bit out of your head thanks to Voldemort's help. I wanted to be with you, but failing that I wanted you to be free."

Harry asked, "Is there nothing we can do for you?"

"No Harry. My body was annihilated. I can't say much, but it is okay. We are well and will wait for you until it is your time." She then turned to the others. "I wish I could have grown to know you all. You saved his life and I hope I will see you all one day, though no day soon."

"Hermione, I so wish you didn't have to go."

"But I must. Will you?" She hesitated. "Will you and your friends do me one favor?"

She didn't finished the question before all four of them said yes.

"For a minute only if you will let me, we can be a new version of the five in one."

Their eyes all flashed blue white as they said as one, "Join us."

For a minute that seemed to last a lifetime they were five in one, and then Hermione was gone and the gestalt was gone.

Harry knew he could not call her again, not without causing her pain, which he would never do.

Celeste said, "She was remarkable."

Phoebe said, "So much ambition; so little for herself."

Mindee said, "I could see it; All of the family and friends that knew either Harry or Hermione waiting just beyond to welcome her back. It was beautiful. I also saw.."

Celeste smiled. "Sophie and Esme. We saw it too. They are waiting for us."

Phoebe smirked. "For someone so fond of rules she certainly knows how to bend them."

Harry laughed. "I've been ever such a poor influence on her." He sobered. "But what now? Will the ICW cart me back to Britain to be convicted and what killed or?"

Phoebe snorted. "The power they fear is nothing compared to the power of some mutants. It took you weeks of extreme effort to make those things. The X-Men could have taken out the entire castle. Perhaps not without losses, though I'm sure the professor and Hank could build a bomb that big if they really wanted to."

Mindee asked, "Are you sure the ICW even has jurisdiction in America? We tend to avoid things like anyone telling us what to do."

Harry shrugged. "I honestly have no idea. Hermione would know."

Celeste said, "We shall just have to find out."

Charles Xavier had barely recovered enough to return to his room when he was informed that they had another guest. He signaled storm and Jean and they met the representative in his office.

A tired Xavier asked bluntly, "Why are you here?"

"Hello I am Babajide Akingbade. I succeeded Albus Dumbledore to the position of Supreme Mugwump for the International Confederation of Wizards."

"Pardon my rudeness, but I have only just barely recovered from a rather exhausting experience."

"We know. A couple of our agents tracked Harry to where you left Liberty Island."

"Then why did you not save him?"

"Our agents in France failed to track his apparition signature when he fled. Apparently, if your powerful enough to do an international apparition it changes the magic enough to make our analysis spells fizzle."

"Pardon? Why would you sound surprised about that?" asked Charles.

"No one is powerful enough to do what Potter did, or rather we thought no one was. We caught the incoming disturbance in the island detection net, but it was a flood. It brought down the net in that area. We managed to localize it anyway, but our people only arrived as you were leaving. Our agents didn't even know it was Potter. We only pieced that together later."

Jean asked, "If you didn't know that, then how did you find Harry?"

"Dumb luck mostly. One of our members is a fan. They recognized the jet in our agent's memory. Once I was here, well, Mr. Potter is still leaking enough magic to detect, or at least we assume it is him."

Charles asked, "Why are you chasing him? One of my students referred to him as a hero."

Babajide nodded. He asked, "How much do you know about what was going on in magical Britain?"

"None. We know about magicals. Sometimes they get confused for mutants. Some even argue they are a more common mutation."

Babajide grimaced. "The magical world over there has a problem with a bunch of legacy families thinking they are somehow special. They had a terrorist and his followers. We heard rumors, but honestly my main goal is to learn the current state of things. Britain is calling him a terrorist and mass murderer. Our diviners assure us that we just dodged what could have been disaster, so we are somewhat confident that the British government is lying. Frankly, we have to know the truth. We were preparing an assault division to invade, and we may yet do that."

Hank asked, "Was it truly that bad?"

"We have evidence that they were caging, torturing, and killing first generation magicals.

Charles snapped, "Then why haven't you?"

"If we act against the magical government of Britain it is an act of war. That is not easy to get authorized."

Charles asked, "Will you permit me to check the truth of what you just said?"

"I'm not wild about others reading my mind, but if it is necessary I will permit a surface reading."

Charles suddenly stared at him. His expressions and body froze. Ten seconds later he blinked before saying, "From what I can tell he is telling the truth. Much was shielded."

Jean shrugged. "We won't leave him alone with the new kid."

"Can I see Mr. Potter now?"

Charles said, "Unfortunately not. He is still unconscious and I would like to talk to him first."

"I can wait. I don't suppose dinner would be a possibility? It has been a long day."

"I will have some sent down. Please remain here. There is a bathroom off to your left if you need it."

"You have my thanks."

Charles was surprised that all four of them were awake when they returned and drinking soda.

He said, "I'm glad to see you all awake. How are you all feeling?"

Celeste said, "We are all well." Harry nodded in agreement.

"Good. Now, Harry I'm afraid I need to know why people would be chasing you."

Harry sighed.

"If you wanted I could probably lift it from your memories."

"That will not happen. While I don't think I could block these three now if I tried, I could block Voldemort, and I doubt you are comparable to him."

Phoebe said, "Actually, Charles is likely stronger."

"I have no intention of reading your mind without your permission in any case."

"Oh."

"Now, can you please tell me?"

"I'm honestly not sure I should. Voldemort is finished. It is better if certain details are not known."

"Harry, I have the head of the International Confederation of Wizards in my office. He is considering ordering an invasion to, among other things, free any first generation magicals that are imprisoned. He may do that if you tell him what you know. If you tell him nothing he may have to try to take you back to Britain for trial. You don't have to tell me, but if you don't I can't help you."

"But we can," said the three sisters at once as all three sisters and Harry's eyes glowed at once.

Harry said, "They trust you, so I suppose I can. Voldemort had discovered an old and very dark method to cheat death. He would murder an innocent, then through a ritual he would split part of his very soul and store it in an object. Hermione and I found all this out and destroyed the objects. I tried to kill Voldemort, but I failed. Voldemort found what we had done and he did something worse."

"What did he do?" Charles asked softly.

"He found out how to rip the souls of muggleborns instead of his own. He would somehow patch his frayed soul and then use the remnant to make more horcruxes. Needless to say, Hermione and I became a bit desperate. She pulled out some of Albus Dumbledore's earlier work that we were gifted and she perfected it. She created a little marble that when dropped would change any material to water.

"Transfiguration?" guessed Charles.

"No, this was real. It was real water. It took minutes of time but it was a true transmutation. One thing became another thing permanently. True alchemy available in the palm of your hand."

Charles said, "I assume you figured out how to create something more dangerous."

"We focused on nitro glycerin. Hermione nearly killed herself trying, but she was just not powerful enough to overcome some threshold the process required. I was. It was difficult for me, but not impossible. For weeks I exhausted myself to make one after another. Then one day just after I finished what was the last one I could possibly do that day she stunned me. She took my invisibility cloak, and all of the marbles and infiltrated Hogwarts. I don't know the details, but she annihilated it, new protections, old dark lord and all. There was probably a dozen or two innocent lives as well. I was going to do it. We had no choice. If he spread out the anchors or hell just tossed one in the ocean. We had no choice. We really had no choice."

"She died then?" asked Charles quietly.

Harry nodded grimly.

"Harry, I know it does not comfort you, but there are times that leaders in wars, even good leaders, have no good choices. I'm sure you saved lives, and probably a great deal, but we have to make sure this is finished. You need to tell the representative."

Phoebe said, "We are all hungry."

"As it happens I just had food delivered to him. I can have more."

They all nodded their agreement.

Ten minutes later they joined the representative in Charles's office. Harry told him all he had told Charles and more. When they were done Babajide said, "Thank you Harry. I'll need copies of some of your memories and I will require you to verify they are accurate to the best of your knowledge with veritaserum."

"But you will act? Hermione took out Voldemort and some of his inner circle, but the rest are still running the country."

"We will act. I have vials for memories. Harry, do not include how to make these transmutation balls and do not tell anyone else how to make them. You could be charged with anything up to and including supplying weapons to terrorists if the wrong people learned of it."

Harry nodded. "I will not be teaching anyone. Heck Hermione was the only one that truly understood it and could modify it. I can make one that makes water, which is far easier to summon, and one that is purely destructive. I doubt I even use it again."

"That would probably be for the best," agreed the ICW representative.

After some help Harry gave him copies of all of the memories he requested and testified to the truth of them.

"Your not going to blame Hermione are you?"

"No. Oh there are no doubt some politicians that would love to find an excuse to blame a first gen, even in the ICW, but I will not and I will fight any who try to do so. In truth, most likely we will send in our special operations teams initially. Our diviners believed we may have dodged disaster. Priority A will be to confirm that Voldemort is dead and to secure innocents."

"I confirmed it with a ritual. I have the book and I also have what is left of Ravenclaw's diadem. That is how I confirmed it."

"I'm going to need to borrow both."

"Sir, the book. It is quite dark. It doesn't have the Horcrux ritual. We made sure of that. I might have already destroyed it if it did, but it is still very dark. I don't want it back, but it is important that it is treated…"

"It will likely be locked in our vaults Harry, unless it is a duplicate, which it probably is, in which case it will be destroyed."

Harry nodded and a part of him relaxed. Nearby the others also relaxed.

Charles asked, "What about the knowledge that Voldemort could do what he did?"

"It will be presented to our special operations team. After all this is done I may have that that is even possible obliviated from my memory. It will never be released to the general public. I'm afraid we need to at least record what details we find out so we could deal with it if it happens again."

Phoebe asked, "So your team will continue to monitor the situation and keep looking for anyone who might repeat this?"

"Yes, they have standing orders and need no permission from anyone. That kind of dark magic is to be exterminated and yes, we are authorized to kill civilians if it is required to do so and unavoidable, because, like it or not, and nobody does, the alternative is worse."

Charles said, "If our help can save lives..."

"We know where to find you."

Harry asked, "What about me?"

"We advise you to remain in the United States and do not spread knowledge of who you are around. We can provide a protective detail if you want. The statute of secrecy must be kept. I understand that Charles' group sometimes fights other mutants and such. We would prefer that you not do so. If you find you must, then pass your skills off as a mutation and wear whatever outfit they have to make it believable. Outside of this group, do not tell anyone who does not already know of the magical world. We are willing to cut you some slack, but the statue remains enforced."

"Thanks." "Will I be able to attend Hermione's funeral? Her parents still think she doesn't exist. She memory charmed them and sent them to live in Australia."

Babajide made another note. "We can investigate. The charm is likely broken at her death, but she was skilled so perhaps she did the work necessary so it sustains even that. If it is holding, we may reinforce it."

"They deserve to know the truth," Harry insisted.

"Very well. Expect a summons to the ICW where you can make your case for that if it turns out the charm is holding. I will not promise they will agree with you in this. For now, we will find them and determine what has happened. I should warn you that if they threaten the statute their memories will be erased permanently."

Harry said, "If you find them, I'll go to them and do what I can."

"I'll let you know. For now, I suggest relaxing. Perhaps later you can finish your education."

"Are you sure I shouldn't come back and help?"

Babajide said, "I'm sorry, I can't allow that. You are young, you have no business in war. If you wish to help you can join the group that is preparing at the ICW headquarters. There is no doubt much you know that would help, but you will not be returning to Britain, at least not until we have the mess straightened out. We can contact you in a few days if you want?"

Harry nodded.

Celeste said, "We could help as well. If there is information you need."

"No. I know of your abilities, but I will not ask someone your age to rip through the mind of the kind of people we will have to deal with. We have those skilled in such work with the training to do it without being corrupted by it."

Charles raised his hand.

"Yes, if we did need help, we may come to you Charles, but unless there was no other way, we would not ask the rest of you. Now, if there is nothing else?"

It turns out there wasn't.

After he left Charles said, "If you need help finding her parents…"

Mindee said, "That is not necessary professor. We can use Cerebro. We can find them."

"Okay, but Jean or myself must supervise, particularly if Harry is also a part now somehow."

Their eyes flashed blue white. All together said, "It is agreed."

It was the next day after breakfast when Charles opened the Cerebro chamber for them.

Mindee said, "Harry will sit in the chair."

"I'm not sure I can approve that," Charles said.

Celeste said, "We will be together. He has, whether he knows it or not, touched Hermione's mind far more than he knows. His magic, well." She held up her right hand and a ball of fire appeared floating in her palm. "That is ours, just as our power is his. We are strong again. Together."

Mindee, Phoebe, and Harry echoed, "Together."

"Are you sure?" Charles asked.

"We are." Their eyes continued to glow even as Harry took the available seat and placed the head gear on his head, giving every evidence of long practice.

He entered a long key sequence in the keyboard activating the access that Charles had already given them to the system. The door behind them closed. The room went dark, save for the glow from four pairs of eyes.

Charles gasped as Cerebro was used in a way never before seen.

In the center of the void a perfect representation of the Earth formed and then spun until it settled on Australia.

It spun and rotated again, focusing on eastern Australia, and then to a city in the far east. Brisbane, his mind supplied.

Then it focused on a house in the countryside, then a road sign, then a mailbox. He memorized the address. It then focused on a crying couple at the kitchen table. The image faded. The lights came back on. The door opened. Their link faded.

"I'll go now," Harry stated.

"We will go now," Celeste corrected.

Charles said, "I hardly think trying to apparate to Australia is a good idea. It nearly killed you last time."

Phoebe said, "We could do it now. We have the power. Harry didn't truly understand before, but we do. Hermione gave us the key. We are going."

Harry took Celeste and Phoebe's hands. They were the closest. They took Mindee's. Without even pulling his wand he shifted them to apparition space and they were gone.

"Crap," cursed Charles. He sent a message to Hank, "Please ready the jet. See if anyone is up for a a trip to Australia. I will be there shortly. I want to lift off as soon as possible."

Babajide Akingbade was sipping tea when three people bustled through his office door.

The first was a middle aged woman with sandy brown hair. He asked, "Cara, what seems to be the problem?"

"The wards we added to detect if Potter left flared. He has done another international apparition jump, only this time his initial thrust measured double what it was before."

"That's absurd," was his first comment.

"We agree."

"Do you have an exit coordinate yet?"

"We had a minor disturbance in Australia, but not enough to…"

"That is where he is. Can you pinpoint it?"

She was handed a different book. She placed it down on the table and it changed into a map of Australia. She zoomed in by touching a flashing dot, then repeated six more times until a classic Victorian house by a lake became visible. She touched again for ownership details. "Odd, a pair of dentists moved there."

"Send a team. Observe. Help if you can, but do not get in a conflict with that quartet. They are the couple we were searching for, the one the first gen memory charmed to move to safety. Actually, scratch that. Get us one of those damned international portkeys to that location. I'll go. You can all go with me, just in case."

"Um, are you sure, I have a lot of stuff to..."

"Yes, I know you hate the damn things. We all do. Get going."

Harry and the rest appeared just down the road from the house in question. Celeste was the first to speak, "Go, we will be with you."

Harry looked confused.

Mindee added, "Adding in potential new girlfriends right now would not help your story."

"But, we are not…"

Phoebe snorted. "We know what we are. In time that may change or it may not. The important thing is not to lead with I replaced Hermione with three blue eyed blondes."

Harry blushed furiously.

Phoebe gave him a shove.

He started walking, absently shoving his hands in his pockets.

Phoebe muttered, "Seriously, even while a part of us, he is dense."

Mindee said, "In time I think Hermione and him would have made a beautiful song."

Celeste and Phoebe nodded.

Phoebe asked, "Where shall we go next?"

Celeste said, "I'm not sure this can be so easily resolved."

Mindee added, "Of that we can be sure."

Harry hesitantly nocked on their door.

Hermione's father answered it.

"You!"

"May I come in?" he asked.

"Where is Hermione?"

"I'm sorry sir. I'm so sorry."

"Then we were right. She did this to us and she died."

Harry nodded.

"Come in. The magical world has much to answer for."

"It does."

Harry spent over two hours slowly informing the Grangers of what had happened to Hermione and himself the last few years before he got caught up to the present day.

Emma asked, "What happened to the girls that saved you?"

Harry sobered. "They were concerned that showing up with three new girls might give the wrong impression. I won't speak for them, but they have had a very hard life. Frankly, I'm still surprised they saved me."

"We'll go get them."

"There is no need. They are already here."

The doorbell rung.

Dan said, "That is creepy as hell." He nevertheless opened the door and let them in.

Celeste gave Harry a hug. He smiled at her.

Emma's eyebrow raised.

Mindee said, "A new song formed when we saved him. It takes a lot of focus for any of us to have a truly private thought. He misses Hermione greatly. We all do."

"You all do?" Dan asked surprised.

Emma asked, "Do you mean Harry mourns for the loss of our daughter and you feel it too?"

Celeste said, "Harry loved her dearly. He just could not see himself as worthy of her love, so he never accepted romantic love as a possibility. He blames himself, incorrectly, for her death."

Harry looked at her in surprise, and then nodded, evidently understanding her thoughts.

Mindee added, "Each would have tried to be the one that died to save the other. Had the situation changed, the outcome could have."

Emma said, "I understand. I just feel that the magical world had no right to take our daughter from us."

Phoebe said, "We were grown in a lab, clones of a powerful telepath. They intended us to be used as weapons, and for years they forced us to be so, including putting collars around our necks that gave us great pain and could kill us. Evil men do evil things and your right, it is not right. I know it is no comfort that your daughter died a hero, but they are going to free Britain soon."

Dan half shouted, "Why the hell did they not do so before my daughter felt the need to sacrifice her life? Hell, before she felt her only choice was to wipe our memories and send us to safety?"

A nock was heard at the door.

Emma hesitantly opened it.

Babajide was at the door. He said, "On behalf of the international confederation of wizards, you ask some very valid questions. Had the previous leader of our group not tried to solve everything locally we might have been able to act earlier. But, I suppose that is not much comfort."

"Previous head?" asked Dan.

"Albus Dumbledore was the previous head."

Dan said incredulously, "The headmaster of Hogwarts was the previous head of an international group of peacekeepers?"

Harry added, "He was also the leader of our justice system."

"The hell?" asked a shocked Dan Granger.

Babajide nodded. "Unfortunately, while most believe that Dumbledore meant well, at minimum, he had three jobs that were essentially full time and only one of himself."

Dan said, "He probably had your job to avoid outside interference."

Babajide nodded, not surprised at the allegation.

Celeste faced Dan and Emma directly. "Would you like to see some of what your daughter saw?"

Emma replied, "How would that work?"

"We could show you their world through Harry's eyes. Hermione was pivotal in much of it."

The representative said, "I'd offer the loan of a pensive, but they can't be used by non magicals. Can you really do this?"

Phoebe said, "We can."

He nodded. "I will wait outside with the few others that came with me. If there is a problem you need only call."

"Are we doing this then?" Dan asked.

Emma wiped tears from her eyes. She said wistfully, "Hermione always wanted to show us so much, and she never could."

Dan nodded.

Celeste directed them to sit comfortably on the floor. The four held hands and surrounded them. Their eyes glowed with blue and white fire as they all lived highlights of nine years of magic.

It was the next morning when they finished.

All of them messaged stiff joints as they carefully stood and walked, each taking a turn in the bathroom and to drink a glass of water.

The doorbell rang again. Babajide entered after being invited.

He asked, "Is everyone well? You were in there for quite a long time."

Mindee said, "We are tired and lack the strength to travel so far again soon."

Emma said, "You must stay and rest. It is the least we can do for all you have done for us. Please. You can take the guest room and maybe Harry could sleep on the couch."

Phoebe smiled an amused smile. "Harry has no secrets from us, nor we him."

Harry said awkwardly, "I'll still take the couch."

Babajide said, "Well, your new friend the professor is outside."

Harry said, "We know. We sensed his presence. He has been here for some time."

"Do you have anything for me to tell him?"

Mindee said, "We will return in time. We thank him for his concern."

"Very well. I shall return as well, but there will be aurors assigned for your safety."

He pulled a card out of a small inside wallet and handed it to Mr. Granger. "Call that number if you have need of us."

"We will."

"Goodbye."

After he left Harry asked, "Are you sure it is okay for us to stay here? We can pay. I have money."

Emma said, "Our daughter gave her life, gave her future, not just for the world you grew up in, but for you. Stay as long as you like. This is home now, and not just for you, but for all of you. As for money, well if that becomes an actual issue we will let you know."

Phoebe wiped a tear from her eye. She said softly, "Thank you, but you know we can't help but read you, even if we are not trying. We can and will minimize it, but our focus isn't perfect."

Emma said, "Lord knows we are not perfect. I can't help thinking if we had done something differently; if perhaps we sent her to Beauxbatons, but then this bad guy have survived and just killed her later. I don't know. I know even without Hermione I would want to help you. Knowing that Hermione would want to as well, well, we have no special powers, but you are welcome here. You all are welcome here."

They all said, "Thank you," at the same time and without any glowing eyes.

She mused. "That is going to take some getting used to though."

Dan said, "How about we go out for food? I could make an appointment and give people a chance to freshen up."

They nodded, accepting the offer.

Charles flew back with Ororo and Hank. After they were well on their way Ororo asked, "Is leaving them the correct decision?"

"Perhaps," Charles said. "Perhaps."

Hank asked, "And what if the Grangers grow to resent them? They will pick up on it."

Charles looked out at the passing trees for half a minute or so as they ascended into the sky. He said quietly, "The Frost sisters have had a horrible childhood, but they are now young women that we have done our best with. They are also, not alone now. I trust them, and I also doubt they will resent them. They each have a chance to start over now."

"But will they?" asked Ororo. "They are now more powerful than ever."

"They should be fine unless those from their Ministry arrive here and try something. I've warned Babajide and he is going to increase the hidden guards monitoring them. They know about them of course, but also know their purpose."

Hank said, "So they are fine as long as you don't piss them off."

Ororo said, "And if that happens one of my worst storms might look like a tempest in a teacup for those who anger them; those who pull back the veneer of sanity and push them to fight."

Charles let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "I very much fear you are right. It is hard to be sure, but as their gestalt was always far more than three or even five singly, I think this mix of a very powerful wizard's magic into the mix is a level even beyond that if not several."

Hank said, "Surely you exaggerate."

"I do not. Harry nearly killed himself just to come to America, yet now all four step across the world without noticeable strain. It took that thing they did, showing the Grangers highlights of their daughters life to tire them. That was close to ten hours of extreme focus, and they did it without a single break, or even causing the Granger's one bit of mental stress, or even significant physical stress. That would be more intense than me running Cerebro, and I only target Mutant minds who are far more resilient."

"Wait?" Hank asked. "Does that mean they are comparable?"

"No, this was not a thing of power, though power it took. I can maintain the focus to use Cerebro for at most a half a hour. I tried forty minutes once and vowed never again. That was power and precision sustained."

"Damn that's scary. They could make anyone sing and dance as is."

Charles added, "Now they could do it, probably without even formally entering the gestalt state and their target may believe he or she is acting of their own free will. I'd be downright terrified if it was a new group that had this power, but I think with Harry and the Grangers they may be okay. As scary as their potential now is I trust them. Harry was willing to die for the world. His friend did. They won't endanger it."

Ororo said, "I'm more worried if they feel they need to act."

"And now you understand why I stressed the importance to Babajide that they not feel that need."

"We'll at least time the insanely powerful people are probably on our side."

"Let's hope so, Ororo. Let's hope so."

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