Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

A/N: Again Credit goes to Coastalfirebird, as Death, Fate, Magic and Destiny were his creations.

Unknown place within the Cosmos

A girl no older then 21, sat down and watched what just happened through her special globe. Destiny knew there was going to be trouble over this. One of things all divine beings were forbidden to do was mess with free will. Someone had made damn sure the old fool would only receive a light sentence. She was interrupted by a big booming voice calling her and the other divine entities to the main throne. Clearly the Creator was not too happy with these turn of events. She left her seat and walked out of her room, only to bump into Magic, a girl no older than 11 years old. Destiny looked down at the young child.

"Honestly, Magic, what have I told you about watching where you are going."

Magic stood up and brushed herself down. "Hey you were the one who bumped into me. I was just on my way to the throne room." Both girls then began to walk side by side towards the throne room. "So, Destiny, what do you think he wants to see us about?"

Destiny groaned. "Honestly, Magic, I thought you would know better than anyone, especially since the mortals involved with this case are gifted with magic. Your domain I might add. Maybe you should try paying attention and might not need to ask such stupid questions."

Magic huffed, and just followed her fellow colleague into the throne room. There in front of the Creator stood Fate and Death arguing with each other. She and Destiny took their seats on their thrones and just sat quietly while the argument continued.

"You had no right to do that Fate. Six months and he still keeps his job at Hogwarts, what were you thinking?"

Fate's golden eyes glowed. "I have no idea what you are going on about Death. I told you a million times, it wasn't me who interfered. So why do you keep accusing me."

Death, smirked. "I know you, Fate; you're a sly little bitch when you want to be. Funny as our Lord Potter was about to change the verdict and he was stopped. After all you did say that you would make his life more difficult, what's to say this isn't your first stumbling block."

The Creator looked on back and forth. "Enough! Both of you, I have had enough of your arguing. You are the only two entities that don't get on. For years I have had to put up with your bickering. Now I have to try sort this mess out that you both have gotten this mortal into. However, first thing's first. You two are to have no more direct interference with Lord Potter, mortals shouldn't even know of our existence. Death, I understand that you grow tired of this duty, but do you really think giving the job to a mortal boy is a good idea?"

Death bowed towards the Creator. "Sire, the boy has suffered enough throughout the other dimensions; he deserves some happiness. Also, I would not have gone this far if I did not think that he was up to the task."

The Creator nodded. "I see, well, it is your choice Death. Now like I said you are to have no more direct confrontations with the mortals, however you may interfere indirectly. Remember, though, the mortal's destiny is always to bring down Tom Riddle. That must happen in each of the various universes; what you wish to add or change outside these parameters is your choice."

The Creator then turned to Fate. "As for you, Fate, have you completed the mortal's tapestry yet?"

Fate bowed. "Not yet Sire. I still have a few things to weave in."

The Creator nodded. "Very well, but like Death, you are to have no direct interference with the mortals. I too am not convinced that it was your interference in the court case that has caused this chain of events to unfold. However, seeing there is no proof, than I will give you the benefit of doubt. Now you are both dismissed."

Fate and Death bowed before leaving the throne room. Once they had left the Creator turned to the two girls now sitting in their thrones.

"Destiny, Magic: I want you to keep an eye on those two. Even though they have given me their word, I still do not trust them. Destiny, your job is to make sure the mortal completes his task of defeating Tom Riddle, before any other changes take place. Magic, you are to oversee the mortal's life for the next year. You are to only intervene if his life is in danger."

Magic pouted. "Oh Poo! I had a great idea too."

The Creator raised an eyebrow; Magic's ideas were never good. She was the youngest of the entities and everything was a game to her. The Creator shuddered to think what she had planned. "Magic, we don't need to complicate the boy's life further; he has already got too much to handle. Just watch over him please."

Magic nodded, but kept her fingers crossed, a gesture that did not go unnoticed by Destiny. She too was wondering what Magic had up her sleeve, and decided not only to watch Death and Fate, but her young colleague also.

Ministry of Magic

Hermione was looking around the office of Family Records and Lineages. The walls were emblazoned with family names and miniature statues of their founders. Just looking at some of these people made her skin crawl. It did not appear that the Crabbe or Goyle families had changed much over the centuries. Which brought up the question in her mind of inbreeding, and from her science books she knew it was bad for animals and the average person. Maybe it was the reason those families had such weak magic users; it most certainly explained their lack of higher brain functioning.

"What are you thinking about, Hermione?" Harry asked.

She looked to the first friend she had ever had. "Nothing, well, I can't say that." She pointed to statue of Julius Crabbe. "Don't they realize that inbreeding to this level is dangerous?"

"Hermione, I don't think that they understand the concept of inbreeding to be bad." Clyde said with a smile. "Ah, there he is, Amos, over here."

Both adults shook each other hands. "Good to see you, Clyde." He looked over at Hermione, and the smile on his face made her relax a little. "So are you ready for the test?"

"Yes, sir," Hermione said this as calmly as she could, but in truth, she was incredibly nervous. What if Harry was wrong and she wasn't a descendant of this Dagworth-Granger? Would he still be her friend? She shook her head at that thought. Of course, he would be her friend. He was not like some of those kids in Slytherin house.

"Is something wrong, Hermione?" Harry asked.

"No, Harry, everything is all right." She smiled nervously, but Harry understood.

"Don't let these walls get to you, Hermione, because the moment I am proven right, your name will be added to that wall over there." He gestured to a wall off to her right. She looked at the wall and saw the name Dagworth-Granger three rows away from the center.

Amos stepped forward with some parchment and a ruby hilted dagger. He then placed a small chalice on the desk. "Now, Miss Granger, if you would take the dagger, draw it across your palm, and allow your blood to flow into the chalice. Do not worry the cut will heal once the right amount of blood has been collected." Mr Diggory explained kindly.

Hermione gulped and drew the dagger across her right palm in one swift line. She winced at the slight sting. She held her palm over the chalice. After the small chalice was quarter full her cut healed, and the girl sighed in relief.

Amos spread the parchment on the desk before pouring the blood over it. Those in the room held their breath as the blood began to thin out; making up loads of connecting lines. Once the blood had stopped moving, everyone peered over the parchment. Right at the bottom were two lines that made Harry grin.

Hermione Jean Granger - Heiress to the Dagworth-Granger House.

Amos smiled and looked over to Hermione, "Well, Miss Granger, or should I now call you Lady Dumbledore-Dagworth-Granger? It seems that Lord Peverell-Potter was correct. You are the last living descendant of the Noble House of Dagworth-Granger. As such, this ministry now recognizes you as no longer a Muggleborn, but a Half-Blood. Congratulations."

Hermione couldn't believe it; her father was descended from a Noble House! Hermione had always thought that it was her mum's side of the family that might have had another magical user, but now it was clear. It was her father's side that magic flowed down. This begged the question: did her father know, and if he did, why had he dropped the Dagworth part of his name? Hermione was brought out of her thoughts by Harry coming over and hugging her.

"I knew I was right. Now that you know who you really are, we should visit Gringotts. By now, they would have been informed that the Dagworth-Granger vaults have been reactivated. Plus, I know a certain brunette who's pacing back and forth outside waiting for you. What exactly is the deal between you and Tracey anyway?"

Hermione blushed. "Nothing is going on between us. After all, we're just friends, that's it." Hermione wanted to believe that, but she was finding herself more and more attracted to the rather loud brunette. Of course, she wouldn't tell Harry that. In truth, she had never been interested in boys; she only had few friends, and they were all girls.

Harry raised his eyebrow. "I see. Well, we better get going. Come on. Tracey and Daphne will be waiting for us. Uncle Clyde, I think it will be a good idea if you came along as well. After all, goblins can be very sticky creatures to deal with. Plus, although Hermione is now registered as Half-Blood, she is also Muggle raised; meaning she would not have a clue how to address the goblins and might insult them by accident."

Clyde listened to what his future son-in-law had just said. In his eyes, everything made sense. Hermione was Muggle raised, and would not know how to deal with goblins. "Lady Dumbledore-Dagworth-Granger, would you mind if I accompany you to Gringotts?"

Hermione was speechless. She had never been called a lady before, but then again she guessed it came with being an heiress of the Noble house of Dagworth-Granger. Snapping out of her surprised state, she nodded. "That would be most helpful, Lord Greengrass, as I am still adjusting to the customs of this world, and I would hate to insult a goblin and pay the ultimate price."

Clyde nodded, "Alright then, we will all go with you."

Gringotts

The director of Gringotts was having a cup a tea when he heard a gong. Quickly, he ran over to the other side of his office and looked at all the vault numbers listed. He noticed a light come on next to one of their dormant vaults; this vault being that of the Noble House of Dagworth-Granger. The director was bouncing on his feet. He always found it exciting when one of their older vaults were activated, for it signalled that an heir/heiress had been found. This meant that they would start using the account, earning him and his colleagues a lot of gold. He was interrupted during his happy dance by one of his lower ranked goblins running into his office.

"Your Grace, there is a huge party wishing an audience with you. They are Lord Peverell-Potter, heir to the Four Founders of Hogwarts, Lord Greengrass, Miss Greengrass, Miss Davis, and recently announced Lady Hermione Dumbledore-Dagworth-Granger."

The director laughed to himself. The old coot of a headmaster had lost his title to a supposed Muggleborn! "Send them in, Razorblade. This could be very rewarding for us."

Razorblade bowed before walking out and re-entering with the huge party of people. Razorblade snapped his fingers, summoning more chairs into the room. Once everyone was seated, he left the director to speak to them all.

"Good afternoon, Lord Peverell-Potter, Lord Greengrass, Miss Greengrass, Miss Davis, and finally a most graceful welcome to you, Lady Hermione Dumbledore-Dagworth-Granger. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Ragnok, the director of Gringotts. Just as you entered, we received notification that the vault of your forefather had been activated. We also received word that you have been given the title Dumbledore. Unfortunately, that title is all there is, for the Dumbledore family is broke."

Everyone in the room was rather shocked at this. However, Ragnok wasn't finished. "I daresay that Albus Dumbledore was hoping he would become Lord Potter's magical guardian. That way, he would have been able to access at least 50,000 a year for his Lordship's upbringing. Fortunately, Lord Potter ended up at the Greengrass family home, and they are now his magical guardians. As for the vault of Dagworth-Granger, at present, your total stands at 850,000 galleons and a number of journals and books. Also, Lady Dumbledore-Dagworth-Granger, as you are underage, you need to assign a magical guardian and a proxy for your seat on the Wizengamot."

Hermione looked at Tracey. "Tracey, you think your parents would be happy being my magical guardians? Plus, if your father doesn't mind, I wish for him to hold both the Dumbledore and Dagworth-Granger votes on the Wizengamot until I reach my majority."

Tracey took hold of Hermione's hand. "I think my parents would be thrilled to be your magical guardians, and I know for a fact that my father would be happy to vote on your behalf for the house of Dumbledore and Noble house Dagworth-Granger."

Harry smirked. More and more of the pieces were adding up. Harry knew from growing up with Tracey and Daphne that Tracey didn't think very highly of boys. Ever since Hermione had come into their little group, he had noticed that the two of them had gotten closer and closer. He would bet all his wealth that by third year, the pair would be more than just friends.

Harry wasn't the only one who noticed the interaction between the two young girls. Clyde looked on with a calculating stare. He knew that Walter Davis wanted to place Tracey in a marriage contract; however, he had not been able to find a suitable suitor to match her with as every boy she had met never got a second glance. Walter, like Clyde, would never force his children into a loveless marriage. Clyde began to wonder if the reason for Tracey's lack of interest in the opposite sex was because she was more interested in the same sex. Judging by Tracey's and Hermione's interaction now, he was swinging to that conclusion. Clyde looked at his pocket watch.

"Kids, I think we have kept the good director long enough. Director Ragnok, I will talk with Lord Davis and have him file the relevant paperwork for the magical guardianship of Lady Dumbledore-Dagworth-Granger. May your vaults flow with gold."

The director smiled, revealing his teeth. "May your enemies never see you coming, Lord Greengrass."

Clyde nodded before leading the children out of the office. They each made some quick withdrawals and then left the bank. Clyde led them to the Leaky Cauldron, where they had arranged to meet Hermione's parents before they flooed back to Greengrass Manor. Harry walked alongside Clyde.

"Uncle, what have you got prepared for Uncle Moony if my Wolfsbane cure fails?"

Clyde looked down at his young ward and smiled. "Don't worry, Harry. Remus will be kept in one of the old cells below the manor. If at midnight he turns, then he has a safe place to let his animal out. However, if he is cured, we will let him out and have a small celebration. The house elves have already prepared everything just in case. I know you wanted to transform like Sirius and stay with him just like your father used to, but you're still young. As your guardian, I am forbidding it for your own protection. Is that understood, Harry?"

Harry looked down. "Yes, Uncle, I understand."

Clyde slapped Harry gently on the back and smiled. "Cheer up, Harry, everything will be okay. I am certain your cure will work. The thing is, what are you going to do with the rest of the potions you have under stasis. If it's successful, you could make a fortune marketing it."

Harry hadn't thought of what he was going to do with the rest of it. He didn't need any more money, since he was loaded as it was. He suddenly recalled what Clyde had told him about the first war; that Voldemort had used werewolves to do his bidding. Harry knew they were labelled as dark creatures. However, he could not see why they were so discriminated against, seeing as their furry little problem only occurred a few days a year. Harry had learned from Remus that he couldn't find work due to his problem. To Harry this was wrong.

Then it hit him; with his power, he could have the bill destroyed! He would set up a trust to fund free Wolfsbane potion for those who had the furry little problem, but only if they agreed to be placed in a secure location during their change. Harry decided to speak to his uncle and Remus tonight. While he had been talking with Clyde, Hermione had already left with her parents. Harry felt a kiss on his cheek, which pulled him out of his thoughts.

"What are you thinking about Harry?" Daphne cooed in his ear.

Harry wrapped his arms around his betrothed. "Just thinking what I was going to do with the rest of the cure if it proves successful. We have plenty of money, so there is no point selling it. There is the bill that prevents people like Uncle Moony finding work. I was thinking about getting the bill repealed, then set up a trust offering free Wolfsbane to all those who agree to be placed in a secure location during their change. That way, if another Dark Lord does rise, the werewolves won't side with him; thus, preventing a repeat of the first war."

Daphne smiled and kissed him. "That's my Harry, always thinking of others and always coming up with ideas about how to make the world a better place. What about the cure though?"

Harry looked down into her deep sapphire eyes, "Let's wait to see if it's a success first, shall we?"

Later that night at Greengrass Manor

Everyone was on edge.

Remus was now in one of the cells just in case he did change. Sirius had decided to enter the cell with him, so they could be together like old times. Everyone sat around the lounge in various states of agitation. Suddenly the clock struck midnight. They were all pulled out of their respective thoughts by a loud cry from the lower floors, "EVERYONE, COME QUICK!"

A/N: Big Thank you to my Beta and proof-reader. HowlnMadHowie. Without his help and advice, I wouldn't be able to carry on with this great story.