3.

The Grangers, hearing the pleading ton of their daughter, ran to see what could turn their precocius and very brave child so nervous. Through if they had take the time to think about aboutr it, they would have agreed it was not the best move, it could very well have been death eaters after all. Was it not the reason they nedeed to go?

Looking around, all they could see was a rather perplexed lady. Nothing to worry about. "Hermione dear, why did you call? Is there some trouble?"

She shook her head. "No mom, nothing to worry. Sorry for frightening you. Professor Mcgonagall is here. Professor,they're my parents Elizabeth and Georges Granger."

"Yes, I know. I meet them at the last reunion. I'm sure we could get to know each other better later, but for now, it would be best if we could depart without more delay. Unless you have some last things to settle?"

Mrs Granger approached and took the hand of the teacher who had such a great impact in their daugther's life. They had heard a lot of good things concerning her this last six years. "We've just finished packing. I hope we'll be able to come back. We are very fond of this house; It's our home sweet home."

"Believe me, Mrs Granger, I understand, but we really need to go."

"Of course, and we must thank you for what you're doing. It's really througthful and generous of you to let us live at your manor. We will try not to be too much of a trouble. I hope we will become fast friends. And please, call me Elizabeth. It would be best if we are all in first name basis."

"Very well, Elizabeth. Please come all with me. The magical tranports are regulated by the ministry of magic and so, for the sake of appearance, we'll travel with my car."

"You have a car, Professor? One like the Weasley?" exclaimed an excited Hermione.

"Please, love, be quiet... You sound just like Arthur. It's to believe you've never seen a car of your whole life." complained her father.

"Sorry dad. It's just that I was not with the boys when they used the flying car."

At that he said laughing : "And it was lacking in your list of extrordinary rash things to do?"

Seeing Hermione frowning Minerva decided to intervene. "I'm sorry, but my car is an old one and the only thing extraordinary it has, is that it's still working. Any magical trace could be detected and give away our plan. This traces would be visible a long time in a muggle environment, without anything to cover it."

This reminder seemed to put a stop to the general excitement. That is, until they saw the white little 4L that was parked on the pavement. The atmosphere turned back to a more amused one at that sight.

Mr Granger chuckled and had to grab his sides for his trouble while the Granger women tried not to smile too broadly. Minerva didn't seem to mind, though. She flatted the blank of her car with a gentle carress and announced proudly : "Miss Nelle, my car!" On which, the lips of the Grangers were bitten, trying not to laugh out loud.

Elizabeth talked first again : "It's a really nice car..."

But Georges interrupted his wife before she could continue. "Is it a car of collection?"

When she heard this, Hermione put her foot on his, and with the bossy attitude she was well-known for, began giving orders : "Alright, it's enough! Your car's great, Professor. Just unexpected, like your appearance... My parents will behave, I promise"

After that, she threw a black look to the two guilty as charged and continued : "The bags in the trunk. The children in the back and I get the shotgun seat. If you please, Professor?"

At Minerva's bemused nod Hermione smiled happily and everyone was soon in their respective seat. The voyage could begin.