"What was that?" James exclaimed as soon as they arrived at the cottage.
"That was the goblin way of transportation." Gripeamear replied
"I like that better then the wizarding way" Redd commented
"Yea me too" then James realized something "You can understand English!"
"I've been around you creatures who think your better then all of us and don't learn our languages I'm bound to pick up something" Redd snapped then said, "Not you of course but the rest of your kind."
While James was picking Redd for information Gripeamear had opened the door of the cottage.
"Are you going to see your new home are you going to stand outside?" the king questioned with a shout.
"Silvia and I wish to stay out side, if we may, to learn the grounds"
"Of course" James assured them before bending down to let little Silvia off his wrist.
"Thank you" She hissed before heading to the pond.
James picked up his trunk and walked inside.
The first thing that James did when he walked in the house-his house was take two special portraits out of his trunk, one was of Ron the other of Hermione. A month before the final battle they all agreed to sit and have their portraits done and keyed in to their magical signature.
Flashback
"What happens if you guys die" Ron said in a sad tone.
"We are not going to die!" Hermione insisted
"Yes, but what if? I don't want the last memory I have left of you being dead on a battlefield."Ron exclaimed.
"Ron's right, just incase, I want a back-up plan" Harry explained to Hermione.
"Fine," she huffed, "We should all get our portraits painted. That way if we do die we still get to talk to one another as a memory."
"Brilliant Hermione!"
End flashback
"Don't worry you two. Ill fix it this time I promise." James whispered to the portraits.
"I can help you with that you know" Gripeamear told James, "I mean I can get them talking for you as long as they're already keyed in to that specific moment in time, but if it was a continuous keying in then their magical signatures might not exist yet."
Before James even had a chance to say yes their was a banging from up stairs.
"What was that?" James questioned before pulling out his wand and starting up the stairs.
James and Gripeamear checked all the rooms. They didn't find any thing unusual until they got to the nursery. It looked like a little girl had just been playing there, the room was still completely furnished, a little bed in the corner and a doll house with dolls all over the room.
"It looks like someone lives in here at least" James commented
"Yes but who?" Gripeamear responded when sudenly.
"I do! What are you doing in my house!?! Mommy and daddy said that they would be right back!" A ghost no more then four years when she died was looking at them with stern eyes(as stern as a a four year old can get), her arms were crossed and she was taping her foot with a pout.
James looked at Gripeamear with a stuned look on his face. Gripeamear looked more shocked then the teenage boy felt.
"We-" Gripeamear started then had to clear his throat and start over, "well my dear, My name is Gripeamear and I am a goblin. I didn't know anyone lived here."
"I live here with my mommy and daddy they said that they would be right back" she said and then, she burst in to tears. She curled up into a little ball and started to rock back and forth.
James was not exactly comforted as a child but he did know what he would have wanted if he had been. "Hay sweety, don't cry" James crouched down to her level, "My name is James, I would like to help but first you have to tell me what your name is and what is wrong."
"Daddy lied to me, he-he-he told me I was a squib and I didn't deserve to live but now im a ghost and that means I am a witch Mummy cried and said it was all his fault then they left me here!!!" she sobed
"I'm hoping you will want to become part of my family, you see I was brought up with muggles and they didn't like me because I could do magic." James explained
"You want me?" She had finally stoped tearing and was now staring at James in shock, "No one ever wants to live here because of me. You don't mind me being here?"
"Of course not, but I hope you wont hurt any one."
"No! I promise I wont hurt or scare or bother any one!"
I would like to know the name of the lovely young lady I am speaking to."
"Emily!" she poped up and was now floating at James eye level once he stood up. "I'm Emily Mr James its nice to meet you" and she curtsied, or tried anyway.
"And it's not mister its just James, or Uncle James if you prefer."
"O yes Uncle James! Thank you!" Little Emily then tried to give him a hug she ended up going rite through him.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" Emily looked close to tears.
"It's ok Emily" James shivered, "But I do need your help." He said looking at her.
"You need help from me?!" She exclaimed shocked, then, curiosly "With what?"
" Gripeamear and I need help redecorating the house-" Emily cut him off.
"You mean with painting! Can we paint my room pink?"
James and Gripeamear laughed as James said "Yes we can paint your room pink."
"Yey!!!" She shrieked.
And with that Gripeamear snapped his fingers and the room was suddenly a shade of light pink. After that little feeasko cleaning the house was rather quick and easy. James didn't really know how to decorate a house so he just put things up as he needed them. Around elevin Redd slithered in and scared Emily but after James told her that the snake was a pet she smiled and said.
"I've always wanted a pet!"
And that was that. Gripeamear helped James unload most of his books into the library Hermione would have loved it.
James and Gripeamear had decided to wait until he had settled in to wake up the portraits so that he could surprise them with his new home.
The Next day James went to get his floo up and running. The ministry watches those things. So Gripeamear had set up a special one with the backroom fireplace (Maurters Room) so that the ministry wouldn't know of his comings and goings, and he was going to set up the main one with the ministry.
As James walked down Diogon Aley he realized that this was an inbetween wars time for the wizarding world it had been over twenty years since Grinwald. He had realized this only after noticing that there were more people here than he had ever seen before down diogon aley.
When he got to the Ministry he walked up to the front desk and said "Excuse me I need to redgester my new house and get a floo."
"James!"
James' head snaped over to the little voice that had called his name.
"Gideon! I didn't expect to see you here. Are you listening to your daddy?"
"Yes Sir!" the little red head said with an award salute.
"James" William Prewitt smiled, "What you want usually takes days but for the savor I think I can pull some strings for you."
"Savior?" James said nervously
"Yes, Savior of my son!" William laughed at his own joke. While James mentally sighed in relief.
"It will be awhile if you could watch Gideon and Fabian I will get who you want to speak to faster."
James agreed and played with the two Prewitt boys. Forty five minuets later William came back with paperwork for James to fill out.
"All you need to do is fill this out and I can set up your floo after my shift. I hope you don't mine if the boys come along"
"Not at all, but I have a ghost at my house I hope they won't be frightend." James warned.
"Is he bad?" William asked
"No she is only five years old"
"Well then I will be with you in just a moment my shift is almost over."
Fifteen minuets later James apperated with Gideon and William apperated with Fabian to(ASK THE READERS!!! You get to name James house!!!)