A/N: Guys, I know that most of you hated me for that chapter I posted where Helga more or less kidnaps Hermione. So many people hated it, and in fact I did too, that I decided to repost this chapter. I couldn't figure out what to do before, other than that, but a reviewer gave me an idea that sparked off to this one. If you don't like it still, well then tough noogies to you, because I'm not changing it again. Expect another update at the earliest over the weekend, but probably not until Monday. Again, I'm sorry for all of you who hated my first post!
DISLCAIMER! I don't live in England. Period.
On with the story!
The Founder's Adoption
Chapter 2
Sirius slammed the front door of the Potter Manor open, his face nearly purple with anger."WHERE did you put my godson!" He yelled at the two residents currently sitting at the kitchen table.
"What do you mean, Padfoot?" James asked calmly, sipping his tea.
"Don't you 'Padfoot' me, Potter," he spat. "Dumbledore said he wasn't with you anymore. Where. Did. He. Go?"
Remus then came behind him, just as red-faced. "Where is Harry?" he asked in a deadly calm voice.
"Now don't you think that you're blowing this just a tad bit out of proportion, I mean-" James chuckled slightly, a stood up.
As James stood up, Sirius stepped up in front of him, so their faces were inches apart. "You abandon your own child, Potter! Why?"
James tried to back up a bit, but found that Remus was standing right behind him now, preventing him from doing just that. "We-well, er... umm..."
"Oh this is nonsense, boys, don't waste a possible lifetime friendship over something as petty as this!" Lily said, trying to calm a fussing Andrew.
"So you support this. YOUR OWN SON, LILY! Think of what will happen to your own blood!" Remus yelled at her. Andrew started to wail.
"Now why! Why for the love of Merlin would you give him up?"Sirius demanded.
James then stood up arrogantly, broadening his shoulders defiantly. "He was a squib," he said simply. "A disgrace to the Potter family, especially to be the brother of the Boy-Who-Lived."
"A SQUIB? WHY ABANDON YOUR OWN BLOOD JUST BECAUSE HE WAS A SQUIB?"
"I already said that he was a-"
"You don't need to repeat it, Potter. Leave it. We are done. Nothing from our past will ever change this. You gave up your own son for your own selfish reasons. It's not like you need any compensation to raise him! It's not his fault! No, I am leaving, and I am not coming back. I'm going to look for my godson, even if I search for decades. You may have left him, but sure as hell I won't," steaming with anger, Sirius marched out the door, leaving his friendship to Prongs strewn out behind him.
"I can't believe you. Like Padfoot said, it's not his fault. You may have screwed up small in the past, James but this gesture you can never take back. Fine, go be the arrogant pureblood ponce you are, but I renounce my godfather-ship to Andrew. I'm going with Sirius to find Harry, even if it kills me. Don't try looking for me. Just remember this, James. You could do the same, Lily. If Harry grew up and knew what his parents abandon it for, and he actually became magical again, who's to say he won't be all for getting rid of you?" Remus said softly. "In a muggle family, disabilities don't matter. That's what you told me all those years ago."
"But-"
"There are no buts here. No take-backsies. You're a fucking jerk, James, it would be good for you to finally get that through your head. Goodbye." And Remus followed Sirius out the door.
James and Lily just stood there, shocked. Andrew was behind them, screaming to be fed, but they didn't hear him. Never once had they ever heard Sirius yell like that, or heard Remus swear, at them or anybody else.
"What have we done, Lils?"
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"I don't want to kidnap her, but the best way would be to just take her and obliviate her parents so they don't remember her at all," Helga sighed. Rowena and Harry had successfully returned earlier, and now it was her turn to go pick up the little witch, but they were all still debating what the best approach to getting her was. It wasn't just like they could waltz in and erase her parents memories, too many people would notice, and were too hard to track down. She had parents who actually cared for her.
Rowena was sitting nest to her in an overstuffed armchair, but wasn't listening to her at all. Baby Harry was wrapped up in her arms, and she was cooing at his adorable face. Helga sighed again. Rowena was already acting as a wonderful mother, and she just wasn't sure she was actually capable of that. She loved teaching all the children 1000 years ago, but then they were still all at least 11. The only bright side was that she was going through this together with Rowena, so this was a new experience for them both.
"Oh, I'm so stupid!" Helga suddenly exclaimed.
"What?" Rowena and Godric both looked up from the giggling child.
"I only need to make them think that they couldn't handle her, and sent her off to an orphanage or something, and they could tell everyone else. Oh!" And Helga raced out of the room, throwing a coat over her muggle clothes, for it was quite cold out for the beginning of November.
In the room, Rowena only blinked, while Godric snorted and said,
"Yet another decision made without my input."
"You didn't even bother to say anything!" Rowena admonished.
"Still," he mumbled. "hand me the kid, the first thing he's learning about magic is the best way to prank his dear Aunt Helga."
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"ROWENA!" Helga yelled furiously, stomping into the room.
"Yes, Helga?" Rowena asked, trying to get baby Harry to eat a bit more food.
"What on earth possessed you to have me go on a wild-goose-chase to look for this fabled 'Hermione Granger'?" she asked through gritted teeth.
"What do you mean?" she replied, surprise and worry now written across her face.
"I checked the muggle records, there's no one by that name. I went to the Granger's house and when I asked, Mr. and Mrs. Granger said that only they lived there, nobody else. The part of the interior I could see was not baby proof whatsoever!" she cried.
"What?" Rowena was appalled that she was wrong. "But... But I thought..."
"Rowena," Helga then said, a bit more calmly."They said they were looking to adopt a little girl soon, though."
Rowena sighed. "I'll check the nearby orphanages with you. I must have seen something a bit too far in the future, I don't know."
Godric chose that moment to walk into the room, thus only hearing the last part of her sentence. "What's this?" he asked, amused. "The Great Rowena Ravenclaw doesn't know something?"
"GODRIC!" Helga reprimanded.
"We'll be back in a little while, Godric, take care of Harry for us, would you?" then the two witches apparated away.
Godric looked at the place they were standing a moment ago in astonishment. Then his eyes grew wide with horror.
"That smell had better not be you!"
Harry just smiled back innocently at him.
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'Rowena, I found her!' Helga called through the temporary mind link that they set up for themselves. It enabled them to talk to each other from long distances, without using the unfamiliar muggle eletrinocs or whatever they were called.
'Where are you?' Rowena asked.
'Tomorrow's Homes, in Bath.'
'Bath? Why is it so far away?'
'I thought you might know the answer to that one.'
'I may be able to see the future at will by now, but that doesn't mean I can read their minds while doing it,' Rowena retorted.
'Fine, fine, don't get your knickers in a twist,' Rowena could hear Helga chuckling through the bond as she quickly exited the orphanage she was currently searching.
'Helga!'
'Sorry.'
'So what is her name under?'
'Just Hermione. Apparently she was left here on the doorstep when she was a mere week old, with just a note stating her first name.'
'Why does that sound so familiar?'
'Mind asking Fate for me?'
'She doesn't talk to me about everything, you know,'
'Oh, I know. I also know that asking you constantly aggravates you to no end.'
'That it does.' Rowena thought tersely. 'You can pick her up, I'm going to cut the connection, and I'll meet you back at home.'
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Hermione and Helga arrived at the Founders' tower with a crack, startling the young girl. They found Godric and Harry levitating building blocks into and tower wandlessly in front of them.
"I already went over the wizarding thing. He knows, but if he's a squib like the old fool supposes, then I am a magic-less house elf," Godric snorted over his shoulder casually.
Rowena snorted behind them, and Helga spun around to find her sitting comfortably on the couch, looking up for a parenting book. "What? It's true," she said innocently. "Anyway, I thought of a way to conceal their true identities, but we'll have to wait until they're older to ask them if this is what they really want. I'd hate to take something like this away from them without their consent."
She then noticed a wide-eyed, frozen Hermione nested in Helga's arms. "Hello little one!" she called cheerfully, before going back to her book.
"You two... honestly, you're both impossible!" Helga would have thrown up her arms in exasperation like she normally would, but that would mean Hermione would end up uncomfortably on the floor, so she kept her arms secured around the you witch.
"I can understand why Godric is, but why me?" Rowena asked, faking hurt.
"Hey!" Godric yelled.
"Shush!" Helga told him sternly. "I've only just returned with a barely two-year-old muggleborn who hasn't even heard of magic other than in those fairy-princess fairy tales!" You both honestly think that I've already had the chance to explain anything to her at all?" Helga accused, setting down a whimpering Hermione.
"Is she really a muggleborn?" Rowena asked timidly.
"I don't know, I'm not about to perform a painful blood test on a two year old who doesn't even know yet!" Helga cried impatiently.
"Sorry, sorry," Rowena mumbled, going back to the book.
Godric stood up, looking apologetic. "I'm sorry, Helga, I forgot."
"Don't apologize to me, apologize to Hermione!"
"I'm sor- wait, where is she?" he asked, looking around wildly.
"WHAT?" Helga shrieked frantically.
Then they heard Rowena laughing behind them. They turned to see Hermione with Harry, toddling back over to the corner with the blocks together. They sat down next to each other with a plop, and the Founders, rather than intervene now, had decided to wait and listen to their conversation.
"Hello, I'm Hawwy," Harry said softly.
I'm Hermione. What are you doing?"
"Magic!" Harry almost looked appalled that Hermione didn't recognize it.
"Magic isn't real!" she protested.
"Yes it is! See?" he retorted, and looked proudly at her expression while he levitated another block on the tower. "You twy!"
"I'm not magic," she replied sadly, looking at the block with longing.
"Twy!" Harry insisted. Screwing her face up, Hermione concentrated so much her nose crinkled again, and slowly but surely, Hermione's block levitated upwards and came to a rest on top of Harry's.
"See?" he asked her proudly.
"So what am I?" she asked him, now thoroughly confused.
"I'm a wizawd, you'we a witch!"
"Cool!" Hermione giggled and clapped her hands.
The three Founders looked at each other as the toddlers continued experimenting. They were going to get along just fine.
Ciao!