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It should be noted that this story won't be updating that often, and typically the chapters will be longer than this one.
Chapter 1: The Mysterious Messrs. H, R, H, & G
Destiny Incorporated, the newest business in the Wizarding World, was being discussed on the sly by everybody who was anybody. It wasn't the product which brought the company to anybodies attention, in fact, nobody was quite sure what Destiny Inc. made or would be making. It was a topic of many social gatherings, the extraordinary level of secrecy around the products, which only made the imaginations of the gossiping socialites even wilder.
It wasn't the location of their headquarters either, as nobody knew where they were located. Many wizards and witches had tried attaching tracking spells to their owls or letters trying to find the elusive location only to find their attempts thwarted. One witch in particular was baffled at the level of magic the company used for secrecy when her owl to the company, sent on a family friend's wish, turned back around and landed right on her kitchen table in front of her youngest children. Molly Weasley from that day on would tell anybody who would listen of their ingenious secrecy spells whenever somebody would visit, much to the amusement of her youngest.
What brought the most attention to the company was the shroud of mystery in compassing the four founders and CEOs of the company. All anybody knew of them was that they were called Mr. H, Mr. R, Ms. H, and Ms. G. Nobody had seen them, but there have been many sightings of the famous people, but nobody could give an accurate description of them. Not even the esteemed Board of Governors had seen them. It seems they only sent notes to the meetings, though they always seemed to know what was happening in them, despite all the Governors having sworn on their magic to the Daily Prophet that they have never knowingly seen them or discussed topics with them.
The four founders gathered around a table in Ms. H's kitchen. Or rather, the kitchen of her parents. It had been about a month since they found out that Project Destiny had worked and their plans were well on their way. It was amazing how much four people could do in such a short amount of time.
August 1st, Year 4 Before Hogwarts, Granger Residence
There was a knock on the door as the two adults in the Granger Residence were brought out of their issues of the latest Dentistry magazines to open the door. Much to their surprise, two redheads around the age of their daughter were at their door.
"Hello Mr & Mrs. Granger, could we come in? Hermione said we could come over to play today, well, I think it's more like read, but that's okay too," started the red-haired girl. The slightly taller boy next to her grinned and nodded.
In their shock, it was the first time Hermione had friends over since they could remember, they let the two children in and led them to Hermione's room. What astonished them more was that their daughter greeted them like she had known them forever. It was the most peculiar thing to watch for them, but they decided that it was probably her eagerness of having friends that she acted like that and the father went back to his magazine while the mother went to the kitchen to prepare some snacks for the kids. It had always been her secret dream to make snacks for her children after school and be the cool mom that everybody loved.
Back in the room, the delegation of two seven year olds and a six year old grinned and waited for their fourth partner in crime. After they had figured out the final equations, they spent the day figuring out what they would do immediately afterwards if it worked and it had been decided on that they would meet at the Granger Residence the next day, so they could readjust to their younger selves and the time.
After Mrs. Granger had finished cutting up the celery and smearing peanut butter on them, she heard another knock at the door. When she opened it, she saw a rather scrawny figure. 'Poor Dear,' she thought as he spoke up, "Hello Mrs. Granger, I'm here to see Hermione... and Ron and Ginny if they're here too. Could I come in?"
'What a polite little boy, he can't be more than six though, I wonder how my little Nee knows him,' Mrs. Granger thought as she ushered him into the room with the other children. She then returned back to the kitchen to finish preparing the 'Ants on a Log' and other nutritional and sugar free snacks, after all, healthy treats promote healthy teeth.
Back in Hermione's room, the four children arranged themselves. Hermione was leaning against the headboard of her bed, relaxing against the pillows while Ginny, who was also on the bed, was leaning against the wall, after snitching a pillow to put behind her back. After seeing the two seating arrangements left, Ron happily plopped on the floor, while Harry, deciding that the bean bag chair in the corner was probably more comfortable than the floor, dragged the pink blob closer to the others and sat down.
They looked at each other, silently taking in their younger friends appearances. After all, when they were at Hogwarts, it wasn't like they paraded pictures of themselves around. It was Ron who finally broke the silence.
"Bloody Hell, I still can't believe it worked." The others nodded.
"Now that we're here though, we have to start making plans. We can't just keep meeting here after school. Oh my, School! What are we going to do about that? As much as I like school...," Hermione let the sentence drag.
"We know, I'm not looking forward to rehashing everything we learned at Hogwarts," Harry paused, with a thoughtful look on his face, before continuing, "I think you should get some paper out Hermione, you're the best note taker of us all." Hermione nodded and got of the bed, effectively trading places with Ron, so she could have a nice surface to write on.
Before they could continue, however, their was a light knock at the door before it opened to reveal Mrs. Granger, "Hello there children, I've brought you some snacks. If you need anything else, don't be afraid to ask. Oh, and Hermione, dear, I do hope you told them where to find the bathroom if any of them needs it." At her daughters slight blush and then nod, she continued, "Well then, I hope you have fun. Though, if you could, before you come over next time, could you bring your telephone numbers? Just in case you guys get injured."
The three non-Grangers hesitantly nodded their heads. This seemed to satisfy the Granger matriarch and soon the four time travelers were nervously looking amongst themselves. Ginny, speaking up for the first time since Harry had gotten there (She had been too busy mentally cursing the Dursleys after seeing the appearance of her seven year old beloved), spoke the most obvious conclusion, "It seems we'll need to start meeting elsewhere. After all, the Burrow doesn't have a number, and we can't give them the Dursley's number."
Harry nodded, "But where can we go? It's not like I can just stroll into Gringotts, demand my vault key, and then buy property. It would be mighty suspicious of a seven year old."
Instead of the gloomy expressions, which were indeed across the Weasley's faces, Hermione broke into a grin. "Well, I think I have us covered on that score. Honestly, you guys were the most adamant that the ritual would work and you didn't even think about money. Thankfully, I looked up and memorized the winning lottery numbers."
Harry smiled while the Weasley's expressions turned from gloomy to confused. "You always were brilliant, Hermione. A temporary aging potion shouldn't be hard to come by, though we'll have to leave that to you two, " Harry started, the last being said to the Weasleys, "Then Hermione can go buy the ticket."
The quartet talked for a bit, wondering what they could do with the winnings. Not all of them were business-like as Ron tried to convince Hermione that it would be good if they all had new brooms. In the end, even more questions were raised that they would have to answer.
Once again, it was Ginny who pointed out another flaw in their 'buy a building' plan. "Now that money isn't a problem, I don't think anybody in their right minds will sell a building to a group of children, and we don't have a lot of access to potions at the moment."
They all paused. Ron, good natured-ly, grumbled, "Why couldn't the magical number be, oh, I don't know, 13? Then at least Harry could buy the building, he's famous, anybody would sell him a building."
Hermione managed to curb a laugh, settling on a sort of smirking grin, while Ginny outright giggled at Harry's scowl, it was rather cute on his seven year old self. In the end, Harry acted his age and stuck out his tongue at Ron.
After what seemed to be hours of trying to figure out how to get around various technicalities, it was Hermione, in her infinite knowledge base, who came up with the solution.
"Why didn't I think of this before? It's so simple, really." After the three unknowingly shared the same thought about how typical Hermione the statement was, Harry prodded Hermione for more details.
"We could just start a company!"
The three shared a scrupulous glance, Ginny with a raised eyebrow, was the first to share her thoughts. "Um, not to bust your bubble or anything, but wouldn't it be the same principal as them not selling us a building?"
Hermione gave the others an exasperated look and once again couldn't help buy wonder why they never found books as interesting as she did. After all, outside of the standard subjects, the section on Magical Law and Business held many a delightful tomes for bedtime reading.
"I'm sure in the muggle world there would be no way around it. However, Gringotts is outside of the Ministry's jurisdiction. Yes, our business would have to be registered at the Ministry. Just keep in mind though, that as far as I know, there's no age requirement to start a business, and Gringotts has a very good privacy policy. With a few well placed Galleons..." Hermione's voice trailed off as she noticed the incredulous looks the others were giving her. "Oh, come off it, I might not like the idea of bribing, but I think our situation calls for it. As I was saying, if we set up the business through Gringotts, nobody ever has to know it was us. In fact, we could just go by pseudo names."
The others processed the information before they all finally agreed that it would probably be the best way to go about things. Eventually they got around to the nitpick-y details.
"What would we call this company?" The four thought about this for some time, outright rejecting anything that would point to them ("No, Ronald, we can't name the company the Cannon Company."), though Ginny did jokingly suggest they call it the DA. In the end, Ron came up with the solution which everybody was pleased with.
"Why not call it Destiny?" Once again, confused looks scattered the room, though Hermione's soon changed to thoughtfulness.
"That's brilliant Ron, though we can't just call it Destiny, it need something else to sound. Oh, how would I put this? More business like?"
By this time, Harry and Ginny had caught on and variations of 'Destiny' were traded around.
"I hate Destiny?" Hermione looked torn between scolding Harry, while Ginny and Ron just grinned while shaking their heads no. Harry just couldn't resist a cheeky smile and a muttered 'darn'.
"Destiny Limited? Limited Destiny?" Ginny's suggestions were interesting, but they just didn't sound right to Hermione, who shook her head no. Ron didn't really like the idea of promoting a 'limited' anything, so was inclined to disagree, while Harry grinned at the suggestion of 'Limited Destiny', after all, it was a nice idea in theory, to have a limited Destiny, but he had to agree that it wasn't that good of a company name.
"Destiny Beta? Since we are on our second round..." Hermione smiled, it was a nice name. Ginny outright disliked it, claiming it sounded more like a troop name than a company name. Harry just thought on it before Hermione exclaimed, "I've got it! Destiny Inc. Well, rather Incorporated, but we'll just say it as 'Ink' as that sounds better!"
Nobody could find any fault with the name.
Destiny Inc. was born and with heads filled with plots and various topics they'd have to bring up later, the three traveled home with their various assignments and a promise to meet the next day at the local park.