Author's Note – I want to note that the title of this chapter is supposed to be a pun. The Godmother is not a Faerie, but a Godmother to Faeries, or in this case Elves or Eldar.

The Faerie Godmother

Hermione stared at the house that was so familiar yet not. She had never been inside this one, but had been in one of the others on the street. The houses were quite cookie cutter as this was the new thing when houses were built within the last ten years. The only difference between all of the ones on the street was that every other was reverenced and some owners had already given their houses a different paint job. That included the one that she had been in.

Ainel led the group up to the front door and rang the doorbell. There was a bunch of caterwauling coming from the inside of the house and an old voice saying to hold on a minute and that she was coming. Hermione was still in shock when someone whom she recognized opened the door. The old lady laughed with glee as she examined each of the Elflings and commented on how they had grown. She then commented to China, whom she had never met before, and the two Hobbits that it was quite nice to meet them, for sure. She turned to Hermione.

"Good day to you Ms. Granger. I never thought I'd see the day that you were ten years old instead of a young lady at the end of the war. It is good to see you most defiantly."

"Ms. Figg?" Hermione stuttered out.

"You know Godmother Hermione?" Irumi piped up. Ainel was glaring at the ground.

"Yes, lovable batty old Godmother," Was what he quickly said.

"She isn't batty," Irumi retorted, glaring at the eldest child.

"Contrary Irumi, the book says otherwise," China stated.

"Ah, yes. That is as I am meant to look. Do come in. I am glad all of you could come. I see that Ai has that old owl of the Weaslys'. Been up to long trips again, haven't you old bird." Ms. Figg motioned for all of them to come into the room. Hermione quickly went in. She almost tripped over something ginger. She then looked down in shock.

"Crookshanks?"

"Ah … I'd forgotten that your pet was one of the ones I bred. He's a wonderful cat that loves to trip me, though it is not in his attention to trip me. I believe that he will cause me to have to send him off before your first year in school. Take him now, lest someone else tries to take your pet dear, what with those books."

"Gahnaneth, you speak like you've seen the future," Ainel said, quite confused.

"Ah, yes, well, not like Galadriel. Let's just say, a few of us have already lived it. Hermione dear, did you know that Dumbledore is calling a meeting up at Hogwarts? It is next weekend. To discuss future plans and such, or so he said."

"No. The first contact I've had with the Wizarding world was when I received a letter from Ron. It's been the only one, disincluding what happened at the Quiditch stadium." Hermione scooped up the Ginger cat. "What do I owe you?"

"Oh, nothing dear, he'll be very important in the future, won't he?"

"Yes, he defiantly will be." Hermione snuggled the cat close. Irumi reached out and scratched Crookshanks head.

"Nice kitty. I like kitties,"

"Which is odd," Merry spoke up laughing as he did so, a memory coming to him. Ai reached over and scratched the cat's ears too.

"Ms. Figg, would it be possible for us to take Harry with us?"

"Hmm … well, I've actually had decent conversations with that woman of late. Perhaps we would be able to bring him along. Even that boy you punched Irumi, he's become more decent. He's no longer bulling Harry, or even other kids. Some in the neighborhood think he might be ill. I'll be right back and I'll go ask."

"What was she talking about?" China said. "From what I heard, she punched Dudley Dursley. That was why you got sent home Irumi?"

"Yes. I punched Mr. Pig."

At this Hermione burst out laughing and collapsed into one of the chairs. "Mr. Pig?"

"When Irumi comes up with a nickname for someone or something, it tends to stick." Ainel muttered under his breath.

M

The time rewind was something that Harry could find both positive and negatives for.

On the positive side, he was no longer confined to the small closet under the stairs. Dudley was no longer using him as a punching bag and was actually, in Dudley's way, trying to be nice to him. His Aunt for some reason seemed like she was really happy.

On the down side, his Uncle Vernon was still against magic, but not as much. He was more concerned about it leaking out, which with the book, it had. Already they had people coming and knocking at the door to become Potter's friend. There were also non-magic folk who wanted Harry to get them into Hogwarts. It was utter chaos. At least it was limited to the town so far and nothing more.

He was peeking out the window when he had to take off his glasses and clean them. He couldn't be sure, but it looked like a double-decker bus had arrived on his street. Of all the absurdities, this had to be magical as their town was too small to have one. When he cleaned them, he was surprised to see someone who looked very much like Hermione Granger standing in front of Ms. Figg's house with six other people. One of which was carrying an owl in a cage.

Oddly enough, the two shortest people wore no shoes and had hairy feet. They all must be doing some sort of sci-fi thing and were dressing up as characters from the book and the other book that even Dudley was into thanks to that comic. They were probably trying to sell Ms. Figg a subscription to some magazine or another. He was surprised to see them be let into her house though. A few minutes later Ms. Figg came out and was heading over to the Dursely's. Harry leapt off his bed and hurried down the stairs.

He found his Aunt cooking at the stove and his Uncle reading the newspaper. Dudley was busy watching the television. "Ms. Figg is coming over."

"What, did the old crone owl you that she was coming over?"

"I haven't seen an owl since the time rewind. I saw her from the upstairs window. I haven't a clue as to why she's coming over."

"Maybe to tell us this was all a big hoax and to forget about it and that school."

"I want to go to that school," Dudley suddenly piped up.

"You are not going to that school!" Vernon snapped at his son. Dudley made a, well, Dudley face at him. A knock could be heard from the front door. Harry's Aunt motioned for him to take over the cooking and went to answered it. Harry could hear her offering Ms. Figg some tea, as she always did out of politeness. She then soon came back.

"Dear, Ms. Figg wants to know if Harry would like to go on an outing with her and some other children. To a place where they sell things that their kind use." No one in the family seemed to be able to use the 'words'. Harry rolled his eyes.

"You have a problem boy."

"Just that it would be nice if you wouldn't act so scared of things."

"I'm not scared," Dudley piped up. Petunia went and gave him a big hug.

"That's my Dudelykins."

"It would get me out of your hair." Harry quipped. He got the answer he wanted.

"Just go,"

"I want to go too,"

"Another time Dudelykins,"

"Promise?"

"I promise," His mother spoke up.

Harry hurried out the door and over to Ms. Figg's.

Author's note –

Ms. Fig walked onto the screen. "Well, my being the Elfling's Godmother makes it possible for Harry to go to Diagon Alley with them. Gahnaneth is an Elvish word that the authoress coined. She felt that Erunanteth did not sound right when said, which would have been derived from Tolkien's language. So she combined the Elvish word naneth, meaning mother, with the sub gah.