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Seven.
He was making tea when Maria came home, rushing into the house and throwing her bag down. "Dad! Dad!" She shouted, running into the kitchen.
"Maria, whats wrong?" He set down his cup and stood in front of her, looking to see if she was hurt or not.
"Dad, there's people over at Hermione's house. They're all over the place. I think Somethings wrong." Maria's eyes were wide, as her father's face drained of color.
"Maria? Alan?" Christie's voice came from the front doorway. "The door was open," She walked into the kitchen, staring at the two of them. "What's wrong?"
"Christie, I need you to watch Maria for me." Alan stated, grabbing his coat. "I'll be right back."
"You're seeing if she's okay?" Maria asked as her father walked passed her, following him into the living room.
"Yea." He replied, looking around for the extra set of keys Hermione had given him in case of any emergency.
"Check to see who's alright?" Christie asked, following them.
"Hermione." Maria replied, watching her father leave the house. "She was suppose to come back today from a trip. She works for the government, I hope she isn't hurt."
"The neighbor?" Her mother asked, sitting on the couch, Maria sitting next to her. "How can she get hurt with pushing papers? That looks like that's all she could do, anyway."
"No, mum, she works in the field, like capturing criminals." Maria turned to her mother.
"Criminals? No offense Maria, but she doesn't look like she could catch a date, let alone a criminal." Christie rolled her eyes, turning on the T.V.
"She has Dad." Maria argued, turning the T.V. off.
"Yea but do you really think it's going to last?" Christie turned to look at her daughter. "I'm surprise that they even made it this far." She turned on the T.V again.
Maria turned it off angrily, throwing the remote off to the side. "You're just upset because she and Dad are getting along a lot better then you two ever did!" She shouted, grabbing her coat that she had thrown next to her bag and turned towards the door.
"Hey, where you going?" Her mother shouted after her.
"I'm going over to see if Hermione's alright!" Maria shouted, running out of the house and across the street.
Alan unlocked the door and slipped inside. The house seemed so far, so good. He could hear people upstairs and he listened for a bit. He heard Hermione shout and then he bolted up the flight of stairs. "Hermione?" He asked, pushing her bedroom door open. He looked to see her on her bed, her arm in a sling and covered in bruises.
"Alan?" Hermione looked up to see him there. "What are you doing here?"
"Maria said she saw people over and worried that something happened." He replied, coming to stand by her side.
"Something did happen." A voice in the corner stated, turning Alan's attention over to him. "Who are you?"
"Alan Jackson, Hermione's boyfriend." He stated, glaring at the brown haired man.
"He knows Harry." Hermione said, Harry's eyes widening. "There's no need to hide here."
"What happened?" Alan turned his attention back to Hermione, he sat on the bed next to her.
"I fell from a second story warehouse trying to chase a criminal. Harry caught me in time on his broom, but I still got hurt quite a bit."
"How much is a bit?" Alan asked, grabbing her good hand and squeezing.
"A few cracked ribs, two broken ones and a broken arm." Another voice stated. Alan looked over to the other side of the room, another brown haired man messing with some vials. "But it's nothing that a few potions can't fix." He handed one over to them, Alan let go of Hermione's hand so she could grab ahold of it and drink it. "Name's Neville Longbottom."
"Hi." Alan said, watching Hermione take the potion, he gave her a small smile when she made a scrunched up face at the end of it. "Taste good?"
"Just about as good as your cooking." Hermione joked, wincing as the potion took effect.
"Watch it, my cooking is the only kind you're going to be eating for a while." He smiled, his feelings not hurt.
"Can't we just order take out?" She asked, as the door opened again. "Maria?"
"Hermione, you're okay!" Maria shouted, running up to her side. "I was so worried."
"Your father told me that. Maria, these are my friends and partners, Neville Longbottom and Harry Potter." She pointed to them. "This is Alan's Daughter Maria, Teddy's closest friend."
"Hello." Maria waved.
"Why aren't you with your mother?" Alan asked with a stern tone of voice.
"We had a fight." Maria whispered.
"How can you two have a fight when I haven't even been gone for five minutes?" He asked when they heard a door slam form down stairs.
"Mum?" Teddy's voice called out.
"She's up here Teddy!" Maria shouted.
"Maria?" Teddy asked as he climbed up the stairs. "Why are you in my mum's room?" He walked through the door, seeing his mom on the bed with the sling and bruises. "Oh Mum."
"I'm fine. Teddy, I promise. Neville's already given me the first potion and I'll be fine in a few days."
"So we getting Delivery tonight?" He asked.
"Oi, you two. I can cook you know." Alan looked between them. "Just because your mum cooks for us every night, doesn't mean I can't substitute for a few nights."
"Are we getting take out, I'm confused." Maria smiled jokingly at Hermione.
Hermione smiled, because laughing would hurt her as she was. "No, Your father is going to cook for us. And if it's inedible, then we'll just starve until I can get up."
"Oi!" Alan stood up, hands on his hips. "I'm a decent cook!"
"So beans on toast tonight?" Maria asked him.
"No." He rolled his eyes, throwing his hands up into the air. "Why don't you go back home and get your homework, because we'll be here for a while. And tell your mother everything is alright. "
Maria groaned and got off the bed and walked out of the room. Alan turned to the two wizards. "Are you two staying for dinner?"
"No." Harry and Neville replied, watching the whole scene in front of him. "We'll be leaving soon."
"Okay." Alan looked down at Hermione. "I'll go downstairs and make some tea for you." He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead and turned and left the room.
Harry and Neville waited until he left the room and closed the door so he couldn't hear them. "Boyfriend, Hermione, when did this happen?" Harry asked her.
"About a week after we move here." Teddy supplied. "They got along right off the bat, he and Maria practically live here, they're here often enough." He smiled down at his mother then back at his Uncle and friend. "I hope they get married."
Hermione groaned, rolling her eyes. "Teddy, I know you didn't bring back clean laundry, get started on it." She ordered her son out of the room.
"Okay, fine Mum." He kissed her on the cheek. "I'm glad you're home safe." And he left the room.
"Teddy seems to like him." Neville stated, smiling at her.
"I know. I do to." She smiled at her friends, as she told them how they first met.