The Dark Lord...Reborn
At Gringotts, Harry got a credit card that he would be able to use in the Muggle world. The sum would simply be taken from his vault. With the credit card, they bought three tickets on Qantus to Melbourne, Australia, to go looking for Hermione's parents.
After a very long flight, which was only tolerable due to the in-flight entertainment, they touched down in Melbourne and hired a car. They then booked a hotel, and headed to the Ministry Building on High Street in Melbourne. As they were driving there, they noticed the Magical High Commission of the United Kingdom in Australia.
Contrary to the Muggles, Melbourne was the capital of Magical Australia, with subsidiary locations in each state and territory, including Canberra.
They quickly found the entrance to the Ministry and entered.
"Name and business?" asked the burly security guard.
"Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Tom Potter," said Harry. "We're here to see your Governor-General or Minister."
"About?"
"We wish to enlist the help of your Ministry," said Hermione. "I believe that my parents had their memories wiped and were sent here."
"Take the fourth lift on your right, there," said the Guard as he touched his wand to a piece of parchment. "Take this. Someone will take you to see the Minister, Mr Potter and guests."
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A couple of days later, the Government found Hermione's parents. Apparently, the Grangers had set off a couple of detectors when they had entered the country, so the government had been keeping a spell or two on them.
They got to the Dentistry and they walked in. Hermione did the spell to restore their memories, and her parents came to quickly.
"Hermione?" asked Emma. "Where are we, and what are we doing in Australia? And who is that?"
"I'm sorry, Mum," said Hermione. "I had to send you away for your own safety. You simply knew too much about me, and by extension, Harry, so I did a quick rewrite of your memories, and you came to Australia."
"That Dark Lord, he's gone then?" asked Emma.
It was then that Dan noticed what Hermione was holding. "You didn't get yourself knocked up, did you?" he asked. He angrily turned to Harry. "You got her pregnant, didn't you?"
"No, sir," said Harry, meekly.
"Then who's child is it?" asked Dan, not cooling down at all.
"It's a long story, dad," responded Hermione. "Harry and I found a spell, considered to be the Dark Arts, and therefore forbidden, that allows the caster to turn their enemy into a child."
"You're not saying?" said Emma, covering her mouth in shock.
"The former Dark Lord is in nappies," said Hermione. "Yes."
"I'm sorry for accusing you, Harry, but I'm her dad, you know," said Dan to Harry. "Now, why don't we have a little talk in the other room."
Harry felt a sense of foreboding as he walked into the back room with Dan. He had a feeling that this was the "Dad threatens suitor to within an inch of his life" speech.
"What are your intentions towards my daughter?" asked Dan once they'd sat on the couch in the living room in the apartment above the Office.
"We're planning to raise a child together, and with your blessing, I'd like to ask her to marry me," stated Harry simply, as Dan pulled out a bottle of whiskey.
"Can you protect her? And provide for her?" he said as he poured out two shots.
"We just defeated the Dark Lord's minions together, sir," said Harry. "And she'll only have to worry about money if we spend about $10 million a year—we'd only last about 15 years at that rate."
"$10 million a year? What's that?"
"Roughly £5 million," said Harry. "I was doing a quick conversion from Galleons to Australian Dollars. I plan to get married to Hermione, quite possibly on Halloween, and raise Tom as our child together, and then add to the family further down the line."
"Damn it," said Dan, drinking his third shot. "It's a lot harder to threaten someone if they've been through what you have."
Dan paused a minute. "Do you have a ring?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then you can marry my girl if she says 'yes'. And if you hurt her, I'll hunt you down and kill you myself. I'm SAS, you know," said Dan. "And quit with the 'sir' crap. Unless Her Majesty has given me an award that I don't know about, you can call me 'Dan'."
Harry groaned at the mention of awards.
"What's that groan about, kid?"
"Awards," said Harry. "The Ministry will want to present me with awards, and they will probably convince Her Majesty to give me something, as well."
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Later that evening, Harry and Hermione were having dinner with her parents when Harry decided that the time was right.
"Hermione Jean Granger, I have loved you for so long," he said, getting down on one knee. "Will you marry me?"
"Of course I will," said Hermione, as Harry put the ring on her finger. "I recognise this from your photo album, Harry."
"You're right," said Harry. "It's passed from Potter fiancée to fiancée. Only of the heir, of course. It has been in my family for at least 300 years. You love studying history, and now you are part of it."
"I was part of it a week ago, when we vanquished the Dark Lord," said Hermione.
"Dumbledore was fairly pleased when we told him," said Harry. "Aside from the Dark Arts bit, of course."
"When do you want to get married?" asked Hermione.
"I was thinking Halloween," said Harry.
"Oh, Harry," she said, giving him one of her hugs. She turned to her parents. "Harry wants to have a good memory for Halloween. That day hasn't exactly been the best for him."
"What's happened?" asked Emma, as inquisitive as her daughter.
"Let's see—his parents were murdered on Halloween, a troll nearly killed me first year and he had to save me..."
"That was a good memory, though," interrupted Harry.
"A giant snake attacked the school in second year, his godfather broke into the school and we thought he was trying to kill Harry in third year. His name came out of the Goblet of Fire in Fourth year, forcing him to take part in that tournament."
"That's a rather long list," commented Dan. "Where do you want to have it?"
Harry and Hermione looked at each other and nodded. "If it's fixed up enough, we were hoping that it could be at Hogwarts," said Harry.
"I'm sure that the Headmistress will be able to negate the Muggle-repelling charms for you and Mum," said Hermione.
"What about your aunt and cousins?" asked Emma. "My sister would not be happy if she weren't invited."
"We'll have a Muggle service at another time," said Hermione. "Maybe New Year's?"
"That sounds good, Hermione," said Harry. "I might even invite my uncle, aunt, and cousin."
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Kingsley Shacklebolt, Minister for Magic, looked down from in front of the high table. Hermione Granger, one of the Heroes of the Second War, was walking down the isle.
"We are gathered here today to witness the bonding of a witch and a wizard in Holy Matrimony," intoned the minister to start the ceremony.
Tom was legally and magically part of the Potters now, as they had given him an Adoption Potion.
Quite soon, to the tears of Molly Weasley and Emma Granger, Kingsley pronounced Harry and Hermione married.
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"POTTER, THOMAS!" called Flitwick through a voice amplification charm 10 years later.
Tom walked up to the stool and put the Sorting Hat on his head.
"I remember you," said the Hat. "Last time you were here, 80 years ago, you were all full of hatred. You wanted to become a Dark Lord. I'm glad to say that you've changed since then. You're now like your father, Harry, now. Brave, courageous, and daring. Therefore, you belong in GRYFFINDOR!"
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Dear Mum and Dad,
I'm in Gryffindor! The hat talked to me about the old me, but it seemed to be pleased I'd changed. Teddy is also in Gryffindor.
The train ride was so fun! I met a lot of people, including some very charming Muggleborns. They want me to tutor them in the ways of the Wizarding World, and of course I said yes. One of them even claims to be a niece of the former Prime Minister!
I'll write again after I've had a couple of classes.
Love,
your son, Tom Sirius Potter
PS: Tell James, Lily, and Cedric I said hi! I miss them already
A/N: Harry's children are:
Tom Sirius Potter (adopted 2 May 1998, born '1997')
James Daniel Potter (born 31 October 1999)
Lily Luna Potter (born 14 July 2002)
Cedric Albus (Percival Brian) Potter (born 29 June 2003)