The Granger Son

Harry; Hermione; Dr. Grangerx2

Rated T

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters from the franchise. That honor belongs to JK Rowling

The Granger Son

Chapter 3

Six years had passed since Harry had become a part of their family, and the Grangers just loved their new addition. He was such a good child, the perfect son indeed. It was hard for Robert and Jean to believe they had never had him before. Robert sometimes thought that it just seemed like yesterday that the boy had just dropped from the sky right into his arms. And now here he was, a bright, happy, healthy seven-year old. Harry did have to start wearing glasses when he turned five, as he had been complaining that everything he looked at was fuzzy or blurry. His grade school teacher had expressed those same concerns, stating that while Harry was a fabulous student, he seemed to struggle seeing the chalkboard and that he was squinting whenever writing, so much so he had to copy his sister's work. After a trip to the optometrist, it was discovered be had astigmatism and thus he began wearing glasses. They had let him pick out whatever shaped pair he wanted, and Harry had settled on a pair of round frames. Jean had been afraid that Harry would feel different having to wear glasses when his family didn't have to, but he was just fine with it.

Taking Dr. Burke's advice, Robert and Jean discussed Harry's birthday, or rather when it should be. Since they weren't sure when exactly he was born, and only given a timeframe of when he had possibly been brought into the world, they had decided for his birthdate to be the second of August. After all, Dr. Burke had said either July or August, so they figured any date in those months would do, once settling on a month of course.

Yes, life in the Granger household was good and just seemed to get better. One thing the Grangers loved was the relationship between Harry and Hermione. They got on swimmingly, even though that was evident when they were just toddlers. They were both studious, though Hermione more so than Harry. Harry was more into sports, as most young boys were, and could always be found on a Saturday watching a football or cricket game, cheering at the telly with Robert.

However, odd things had been happening, as well. Mostly with Harry, but Hermione too. In fact, it had been happening ever since Hermione was three and Harry was two. Strange happenings just happened in their home, or sometimes even when they were out in public. One time, Harry had had a temper tantrum, not wanting to get dressed for the day like his mother wanted him to. Jean had tried dressing Harry, but the boy refused, wanting to stay in his pajamas all day. After a particularly loud scream in refusal, all the drawers in the dresser in his room burst open and clothes exploded out of them. His closet door had also flown open and clothes started flying out of it and all over the room. The event had startled Jean so badly, she had to go and lie down. As for Hermione, her parents would see things that weren't as explosive as Harry's episode had been, but still just as baffling and confusing. She'd do little things like make objects float, such as books off the bookshelf, or change the color of her jumper if she didn't like it by simply touching it. It was so confusing for the couple, but regardless of their children's strange abilities, they loved them unconditionally. They just wished they could come up with an explanation that would make sense.

One Sunday evening, the clouds rumbling as they rolled in for a thunderstorm, Jean was in the kitchen preparing dinner for the night, a delicious meal of bangers and mash. While she was doing this, Robert was in the living room with Harry and Hermione, telling them a bit about Greek mythology. He was telling them one story in particular, the legend of spring, otherwise known as the tale of Persephone, Goddess of Spring. Robert made sure to omit the fact that Persephone was Zeus's daughter and thus Hades's niece, as he wanted to keep it appropriate for their child ears. Both children were completely fascinated by the tale, though they did find it very sad.

"Did Hades really have to take Persephone from her mother?" Hermione asked with wide brown eyes.

"Yes, as she broke their deal," Robert replied gently. "She promised not to look back at Persephone until they passed through the gates of the Underworld but looked back right before they did. She broke her promise, so Hades took Persephone. But he allowed her to visit her mother three months out of every year."

Harry frowned, his eyebrows furrowed over green eyes behind round spectacles. "That doesn't seem fair though."

Robert chuckled. "Maybe, but if that hadn't happened, then we wouldn't have spring, your mother and sister's favorite time of year."

"I guess so."

Hermione grinned, large front teeth on display. "Then I'm glad Hades took Persephone."

Robert burst into laughter, Harry giggling with him while Hermione blushed in embarrassment, though her smile never left her face. Jean, having walked into the living room, smiled as she watched her family before saying, "Dinner is ready. Make sure you all wash your hands."

"Okay mum," Harry replied with a smile.

He and Hermione moved to go wash their hands like their mother told them to, when the rumbling clouds thundered loudly, the thunderclap quickly followed by a crack of lightening. The adults jumped at the weather raging outside, but their shock was overshadowed by the fear their son and daughter felt from the sudden thunderclap. As Hermione screamed and Harry let out a cry, the television exploded, causing Robert to quickly roll away from where he was next to it, and the curio cabinet burst, the glass shattering to the floor. These simultaneous events caused Hermione to begin crying and Harry to whimper a little, tears brimming in his eyes.

Jean and Robert, while not understanding at all how the television exploded or the curio cabinet shattered, both looked at each other and instinctively knew their children were responsible. It was the only explanation, considering all the strange occurrences that had happened before concerning Harry and Hermione. Hearing their children sniffling however, brought them out of their shock and they instantly wrapped their arms around a child each, shushing and comforting them as they did. Holding Hermione close as the little brunette cried into her blouse, Jean said comfortingly, "Darling, it's alright, don't cry."

Harry, who was wiping his own tears from his face, leant against his father who was holding him and whimpered out, "I'm sorry, mum and dad. I'm so sorry."

"Me too. I'm sorry, mummy," Hermione apologized in between her sobs. "We're sorry."

Their parents looked at each other with wide eyes over their children's heads, surprised that they had apologized for what had just happened. It was like they had acknowledged what had happened and that they were the cause. But they couldn't know, could they? Then again, they were probably apologizing because they felt they needed to. Either way, they weren't angry with Harry nor Hermione. After all, they only responded to the thunderstorm outside; it had scared them, just like it would any child.

Squeezing the little boy, Robert said, "Don't apologize, it's alright son. Now, how about you and your sister go wash up and prepare for dinner while I clean this up?"

"Yes, come along dears," Jean said, taking Harry from her husband and ushering them out of the living room.

The moment the three of them were gone, Robert turned to look at the damage that had been done. He still couldn't fully believe it, but his little girl and boy had done this. It was like…it was like magic somehow. But magic couldn't possibly exist, not real magic anyway. Then again, what if it did and his children were extraordinary? It was too much to ponder on at the moment, so he decided not to. Standing up from his position on the floor, Robert went to go and gather the broom and dustpan, ready to begin cleaning up the busted glass on the floor.

Later that evening, Jean and Robert were tucking in their son and daughter for bed, the hour growing late, and the kids had school the next day. Hermione had already been tucked in, so they were now in Harry's room. Harry's room had blue walls and accents of greens, along with items of thinks he liked and that suited his personality interests. Once he was in bed, Jean gently took his glasses from his face and set them on his nightstand. Sitting down on his bed, she gently stroked his messy black hair and said, "Now you get a good night's sleep, and I'll see you on the morning."

"Okay," Harry replied with a smile. It fell from his face as he green eyes looked off to the side before looking back at his mother. "About the telly-"

"Don't worry about that, sweetheart. We can replace it, no worries. Now you get some sleep." Jean leant over and gave her son a kiss on his forehead. "Goodnight, Harry."

Robert, who had been setting Harry's alarm clock for him, set it back down before bending down to kiss him on his forehead as well. "Goodnight, son. Pleasant dreams."

"Goodnight mum, goodnight dad," Harry replied as he settled down.

His parents smiled at him before turning off his lamp and leaving his room, closing the door until it was slightly ajar. Harry laid still, listening to his parents go into their bedroom as they retired for the night. Once he heard the door close, he waited for two minutes before sitting up and putting his glasses back on. Throwing his covers off him, he quietly got out of bed and crept out of his room. Making sure not to make a sound, Harry crept to his sister's room and snuck in, the light shining in from the moon outside highlighting her pink walls.

As he walked towards her, Hermione turned her head towards him and sat up herself in her bed. Once he was settled on her bed, she asked softly, "What is it?"

Harry was quiet for a moment before finally saying, "I know mum and dad said not to worry about it, but I just can't help thinking about what happened in the living room. Curio cabinets and tellys don't just suddenly explode when someone screams."

Hermione shrugged and said, "No, they don't. But there must be an explanation for it; dad says there is always a logical one somewhere. The answer just hasn't been found yet."

"But it is kind of like magic, don't you think? After all, if magic is real, it would explain all the weird stuff we've done before."

"Harry, magic is an illogical answer to what has been happening to us."

"You know, no other eight-year-old but you says the word 'illogical'."

"Well, it is perfect for the concept of magic. And to even think we can do magic seems silly."

Even as she said that, Harry could see the doubt in her brown eyes. Hermione wasn't sure about magic not being real, but Harry was starting to believe that maybe it was, and that he and Hermione could somehow do it. But with no proof, it was just a thought. Sighing, he nodded and said, "Okay, if you say so. I just wondered what you thought. Goodnight, Hermione."

Hermione laid back down in her bed as her brother got off it, replying, "Goodnight, Harry."

Harry turned to leave his sister's room, intent on going back to his own to sleep. However, when he reached the door and put his hand on the doorknob, he heard Hermione call out softly, "Harry."

Turning back to her, he asked, "Yeah?"

She seemed to hesitate for a moment before asking, "If magic is real, what are the chances we belong in its world? Or rather, do you think something amazing will happen we us in the future?"

He stared at her for a moment in silence before saying with a smile, "I'm sure of it."