The canonical characters from the "Harry Potter" books and movies belong to Joanne K. Rowling, as does the Wizarding World and all associated concepts. Ms. Rowling is utterly unaware that I or my stories exist, and is probably happier for it. This story is written to serve as nothing more than an outlet for one of my hobbies. I'm doing it because I felt like it and am not planning to realize any sort of monetary award for it.
The plot for "Harry Potter & The Search For Peace" is mine.
Mrs Granger pulled Hermione in a hug as their story ended. "Why did you all have to go through so much?" she asked, "What about others? What were they doing?" Ron explained that only they knew how Voldemort could be defeated, "We couldn't tell everyone in case Voldemort found out what we were up to."
"Why couldn't have Hermione come with us?" asked Mr Granger. "We would have lost the war. She kept us alive – Godric's Hollow, Lovegoods," Ron exclaimed. Harry knew he was right. He also knew Hermione would have been safer if she had not been friends with him. He said so and apologized to her parents.
"Stop being a git, mate," Ron exclaimed. Harry shook his head, "You all would have been safer without me." Ron walked to stand in front of him, "We would have been friends even if there was no Voldemort. You were the son of a Marauder. I am the brother of pranksters. There is no way we wouldn't have become friends. And Hermione couldn't have resisted trying to keep us in line." Ginny chuckled and George gasped, "He is the son of a Marauder?"
The three friends nodded, "James Potter was Prongs, Sirius was Padfoot, Remus was Moony and Wormtail was the traitor." George looked at the three of them one by one and laughed heartily. Everyone looked at him worriedly. He hadn't laughed like this since before the Battle. George looked at their expressions and wiped his tears, "I have not gone crazy. I was just thinking. Teddy is the son of a Marauder and Tonks, who was no different. His grandmother was a rebel – a Black who married a muggleborn. His Godfather is also the son of a Marauder. And we all will be there. Hogwarts is in for a treat." Harry could imagine Professor McGonagall's face. He laughed.
Lunch with Grangers had been a quiet. They were still processing everything they had learned. Hermione had told them that their house was safe and that everyone thought that they had gone away because of some family emergency. She also told them about her relationship with Ron. That had prompted Mr Granger to invite Ron for a game of chess.
"It is dad's way of analysing people. No one in the family can beat him," Hermione told Harry. The two of them were sitting on the couch in the living room. George sat a little far away from them, showing magic tricks to Mrs Granger and Ginny.
"No one can beat Ron too," Harry whispered to Hermione. She grinned, "I know. I am excited to see who will lose." Harry chuckled. "You know, Ron and you are like your father and Sirius," Harry heard Hermione. He turned slightly to look at her. She continued, "The Patronus represents that which is hidden, unknown but necessary within the personality. Your father's Patronus was a stag, Sirius's was a dog, from what he told me. You have a stag and Ron is a dog. They were like brothers. Sirius tried to trick Voldemort into believing that he was the Secret-Keeper. Ron stood on a broken leg, in front of a supposed mass murderer, and defended you."
"If you have to kill Harry, you will have to kill all three of us," Harry reminisced. Hermione was right. He didn't know why but her words gave him a strange comfort. For years, people had told him that he looked like his father but today he found something else he had in common with him. "You and your father, both fell for redheads," Hermione whispered, accurately reading his thoughts.
"Checkmate," Harry heard Ron's voice. He grinned at Hermione, who was keenly observing her father. Mr Granger was looking at the board with interest. Then he looked up at Ron and gave him a smile. Harry felt Hermione relaxing.
They all settled down together and Ron voiced his thoughts, "I don't think Rita Skeeter is going to ignore your outburst, the one at the interview. You should be prepared for something nasty." Mr Granger asked what he meant. Hermione explained about Rita Skeeter and her habit of making people's lives hell. "I have a suggestion," her father said. Everyone looked at him. "You should talk to someone who can write your story and get them to publish it in a book. Someone who is trustworthy." "I don't need a biography," Harry muttered. "Then don't make it a biography. Let it be about the battle. People need to know the truth and your facts will counter every lie she can publish."
Harry and Ron were now looking at Hermione in a newly found interest. She raised her eyebrows at them, "What boys?" They grinned. "Your father's suggestion is good. And who better that you?"
"You want me to write it?" Hermione exclaimed.
Harry nodded, "You know everything that occurred and I cannot trust anyone more than I trust you and Ron. I have heard Ron complaining about homework for six years. Obviously, I am not going to ask him to write it."
Hermione looked unsure, "I might have to include some personal details about you."
"I trust you, Hermione."