Chapter 2.)
A/N- I'm sorry that this chapter is so short. And I'm sorry if the many nicknames in the last chapter confused you greatly. Mya- Sirius' and the Packs' nickname for her. 'Mione- Harry's and the respected Weasleys' nickname for her. Mio- Isa's and the Cullens' nickname for her. Yes. That's a lot of different nicknames, but she does have a lot of "family" that continues to keep in contact with her. Another thing, thank you to everyone who reviewed, favorited, and followed my story. I'm glad you like it enough to continue reading. Please enjoy, and when I get the time to update again I will. I don't think many chapters will be as long as the previous chapter, but let's hope it does. Right? Well enjoy! And review!
Grimmauld Place- Old Headquarters
It's been a month since Hermione went down to Gringotts to close her vault, and started her research. The children were worse off than the parents were. Lily cried to sleep in her father's arms every night with James and Teddy watching sadly from the chairs across from them. Rose would randomly throw fits, and the accidental magic once threw James and Hermione through a wall. The only two who acted like they weren't phased were the two boys, but you could see the longing, and the overwhelming sadness, in their eyes.
Rocco had returned without a reply, which Hermione expected. She was just happy that Izzy got her letter. Circe was the surprise though. He could fly quicker, therefore should have gotten back faster, but he must have stopped to fill up on rare meat and water.
It was in the second month right before breakfast was completely finished, was Hermione's break through. "HARRY! I found it!" Her voice carried from the Library on the top floor, so she must have used the Sonorus Charm. He quickly ran up the stairs, dodging the children, and avoiding the prank's step traps set up by James and Lily. He flew through the Library's double doors and instantly found Hermione in a book pile on the floor. Looking around, he saw that all the tables were filled with books. "Harry! Finally. Come here." She sounded excited, and he let her excitement run through him as he quickly crossed the room.
"What did you find 'Mione?" He grabbed a book off the top of a pile, "Ancient runes," grabbing another one, "Unknown Dark Arts," and with the finally one, "and Black's Famous Spells for the Mind Arts?" He took one look at her notes and found she truly did have a breakthrough.
"YES! Harry, he left all this knowledge open for us! Merlin! Millennia of books in yours and the Black's libraries, all at our disposal. And maybe we can talk to Lu and Nev. Get them to join us on our excursion and open up their vast libraries." She was gushing about the books and you could feel her anticipation forming at the idea of such knowledge being trapped in their minds.
And he thought it would be a good idea, for Nev and Lu were never going to be the same again. Luna losing her father in her fourth year for him writing the truth about Voldemort's return and therefore practically leaving her homeless, Nev's Grams had been gracious enough to take in Lu. But after his death her dreamy persona was just a facade to hide what truly was happening inside her mind. Nev had grown to love her, and was there for her until Grams was murdered by Bellatrix Lestrange, a year later. The roles had been switched up and Nev had lost all his innocence in that moment and all hope that he didn't have to get involved disappeared. His lion was now just below the surface waiting for someone to do something "dark". He was living in a constant state of depression, revenge, and anger. A cycle that Harry knew quite well. A cycle they all felt, everyday.
Staying in England wasn't helping them. Staying where the war hit them hardest definitely wasn't helping heal wounds. Watching his children cry every night, because their mom wasn't here, hurt Harry. And he wished they didn't have to deal with that. At night, when he couldn't sleep because of his own nightmares, he would jump up and comfort Hermione who had the worst nightmares. And on some nights their roles were reversed. They used each other, but it was a familial use. They needed to know they weren't alone. This was what had become of our war heroes and heroines. They couldn't go a day without their little group being together...
But back to present day, Harry was watching Hermione. He could see the wear and tear, that she tried to hide from everyone. But spending a year in a tent with her, he knew the signs. She wasn't eating enough, she wasn't talking like she used to, and she had bags forming under her eyes from sleepless nights. She had refused sleeping droughts, she didn't want to depend on them. So as she didn't take them, her mind and body relived the torture, even if it was only the memories.
Harry was nervous and anxious to get the hell out of the country. So he paid attention. She was prattling about the runes for Eidetic Memory and Libraries. As well as the spell from the Black's Spells of the Mind Arts where it instantly filed the theory, wand movements, incantations, or ingredients depending on what you are searching for. And in the Unknown Dark Arts she found a spell that wouldn't allow anyone access to the Libraries in each person's minds.
"You did it 'Mione. You actually did it!" He looked so proud and it was a sight she never got used to coming from her best friend. It caused her to swell in pride, "Smartest witch since Rowena Ravenclaw! I love you, sis." He pulled her into a bear hug and just sat there. "You write to Luna and Neville? And I'll go finish breakfast."
She laughed at the joyful tone, that was filled with an innocent kind of tone that she hadn't heard in years. "Go Harry!" She shoved him away playfully. "I wanna go write these letters and then play with the kids!" She smirked at his frightened face before he regained composure. He chuckled nervously and ran down the stairs as if Fiendfyre was chasing him.
In the third month, Harry was leaving for Gringotts when he got the response from Billy Black, through Circe. He read the letter and then smiled. A real smile for once, before setting it down beside the food on the counter. "Kreacher, make sure Hermione gets this letter." And instantly floo'd into the Leaky Cauldron. He walked out to the back alley and tapped the specific brick to get into Diagon Alley.
He walked through the the wizarding shopping strip, to the center where the Gringotts Bank was set up. (If you ever attempted to rob this bank, you were automatically thought of as insane; but if you succeed you are thought of as extremely powerful and brilliant. The bank being big and made of white marble, with goblin guards and dragons down below.) So when the goblins honored his and his friends' actions from robbing said bank, he was shocked but not more so than the rest of the Wizarding world. "May I speak with Keeper Ragnok?" He spoke in a respectful tone.
"He's already awaiting you, Lord Potter-Black." The Goblin-Teller said before stepping down and beckoning Harry to follow him. "Have a good meeting."
He turned leaving Harry at the door. He knocked on the door, and after a few moments of silence he was told to come in. He walked into the familiar office. "Keeper Ragnok. I hope the Potter and Black vaults are awarding you quite well." He smiled, carefully hiding his teeth. (It was an insult to a goblin if you show your teeth.)
"Lord Potter-Black. They are profitable for any who run them." He waves to the seat, "Please sit. Im sure we have a lot to speak about."
"Ragnok, I ask of you to eliminate any Weasley from entering into either vault. Ginevra Molly, Molly Brianna, and Ronald Billius are traitors and are no longer part of any family. The next thing I ask of you, is if you can transfer the Black Account to the American Branch in Seattle, Washington. My family, Hermione Granger's will be moving there. I also ask that you make sure that Ms. Granger and her children have access to the vault. And I want the Goblins to look after both of my Vaults. The Potter remaining under you, and the Black under someone you suggest and advise on. Oh and any books in the Vaults I need you to send to the specific Ancestral houses. Please. And thank you." Harry had asked all this politely with a straight back and his eyes turning into a small glare before he recomposed his facial expressions and looked at Ragnok, who simply looked shocked.
"That's quite a lot you need done but it can be done. My son Ragnok, has taken up Keeping in America. He will take over the the Black Vault. It'll be transferred today. The books are well on their ways," he said as he snapped his fingers and the door glowed a shade of red. "I would be honored to keep the Potter Vault, Lord Potter-Black. As for blocking the Weasleys it was done the moment you destroyed your Marriage to Ginevra Molly. I wish you the best of luck, Harry." He stood up and walked towards Harry, as he stood up, and shook his hand. "You may return home and get your things in order to move. All furniture in both Vaults will be moved into the Black Furniture Vault for your families."
"Thank you, Ragnok. I appreciate all the hard work you've put into maintaining these vaults. And now I must go return to home. Have a good time, Keeper Ragnok." Harry said politely and walked out the doors, apparating straight into the Kitchen, which was filled with the family eating Lunch. "'Mione get those books together. And let Nev and Lu know we're ready when they are." They had gotten their ecstatic replies about leaving with them a week ago, and they were just waiting for Harry to get his afford in order. Nev and Lu already doing so as soon as they got their letters, while 'Mione had done it in the moment they got into Grimmauld Place.
Cullen Manor
It's been hectic around here, everyone has been on edge waiting for Hermione to get into the states. The reason they're on edge? Because Alive can't see them. Her visions with them is worse than it is with the wolves, and Renesmee and her children. Instead of Blackness with the wolves and white fuzziness with the hybrid children, it was like TV static when the cable connection is broken. She gets glimpses but nothing more. And it gives her a worse headache.
It's been 2 months since the owl, two months since Isa allowed her child and grandchildren to get close to her. It's hard, because sometimes she closes off and gets disdainful looks on her face, but the family knows she is trying. Renesmee's smile is the most radiant, when she comes over now, which makes the whole family smile and laugh.
In the third month Edward and Alice both stop laughing and smiling as Edward watches Alice's mind as she has a Vision. "They'll be here in a month or so. I see a big group coming in. 4 adults and 5 children. I see chestnut brown, black, dark brown, silvery blonde, red, and.. Is that turquoise?!" Everyone looks at Alice then immediately looks at Edward.
"Hair Colors. She's talking about Hair colors. And yes Alice. Turquoise." Edward was shocked as well as everyone else. "They'll be here soon. And they are going to be strange!" "Strange? We're vampires. Nothing should be strange to us anymore."
"Wait.. I have about a month to get over everything?!" Isa was hyperventilating and immediately stood up, "I'll be at the cottage. I need time to think. By myself, Edward and Renesmee."
They instantly sat down and were immediately sucked back into Teri own thoughts as Carlisle called Billy Black and let him know what Alice had said. But received a shock when Billy said he already knew and had the house set up already.
Black Cottage- Elders Headquarters
Having received word from Lord Harry Potter-Black about when to expect them he had told the pack what he knew of them, and then he told the pack to be on the look out for the house-to keep it clean and everything.
There was no furniture inside the place, because all of it was placed inside a storage vault but when the family moved in, the wolves would help.
When the wolves all left, he wheeled himself outside. He smiled up at the sky. "Siri. Your beloved and her family will be here soon. She's a smart cookie, that one. And your Godson! He's got a wicked sense of humor. Probably from the war. You've got some strong family, cousin."
As he went back into the house, he could have sworn he saw an apparition of his cousin and smiled, knowing that he was still looking down on his loved ones. Before the door closed a breeze went by him, leaving goosebumps and an answer of, "I know, but they do need you." Before it disappeared and the door shut completely.
Billy was shocked, he's never had someone speak to him, at least not like that. No one who was dead, at least. But he kept it to himself and went along with his days. It was going to be a short month for him, as he anticipated the arrival of his family.