"Harry, Hermione, Time for Dinner." Mrs. Granger called up the stairs.

Harry began wiping his eyes impatiently with his sleeve. "All right. I'm all right. Let's go."

Hermione began toward the door but Harry grabbed her Hand.

"Hey Mio, thanks."

After dinner Hermione offered to show Harry around her very dull neighborhood.

"And this is where the Cobin's live. I sit their daughter Cora sometimes. She reminds me a lot of Lavender. She insists that she can predict the future." Hermione told him with a laugh.

"Has she predicted anything correctly?" Harry asked.

"Oh yes, the first time I watched her she said I would soon be disappointed, and I only got 2 pounds for watching her all day!"

The sun had started setting when Harry voiced the real problem again.

"I've gotten quite of few letters from Lupin, since the end of school. I think he's trying to be what, my third dad. But, I can't let him be that. It hasn't served well for my dad, or Sirrius. I have to face Voldemort on my own. If Lupin is trying to save me from him..."

"You can't assume that his wanting to protect you is going to leave him dead. And you can't keep blaming yourself for everyone who has died. Let Lupin in, he can help you."

They walked up to the porch where Mr. Granger was sitting.

"What are you doing dad?" asked Hermione cheerfully as her father still stared at Harry.

"Polishing my gun." he said simply.

Hermione gawked at him. "But we don't own a gun."

"We do now."

Hermione grabbed Harry's arm and dragged him inside.

"No offense Mio, but what's up with your dad?"

"He's just a little protective. I guess he thinks we could be dating."

They spent the rest of the evening playing scrabble with Mrs. Granger, while her husband wrote down every word Harry played.

"What does he mean by padding?" he asked Mrs. Granger before bed.

"Honestly Drew, You use padding in sports!"

A/N: Yes, just for the record, Mr. Granger isn't based on anyone from my life. uh hmm, yes, no one. His characteristics aren't similar to my fathers, um, at all. Yes. Not in the slightest.....