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Today is the day on the calendar for spring forward change time. So in that spirit and I have errands tomorrow, here's the next chapter.
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Chapter 4. Elven magic.
Later, Hermione woke and took a notebook, and began organizing her memories. She transfigured Harry back to normal and together the two began sorting all of the information from the previous life.
Sirius was imprisoned.
Remus was missing.
Peter was a Pet Rat.
Voldemort was a wraith hunting a piece of the Albanian Forest.
Five Horcruxes.
Minus Harry's Horcrux.
Once the list was made, they realized they needed some sort of legal representation as well as a real idea on how to blend and disappear from magical society.
Harry really hated The Boy-Who-Lived books, but now the time-traveling couple had a bigger array of options on how to make their goals a reality.
Harry mentioned in conversation with Hermione that he was an Heir, so if he could access his inheritance, their common goals would follow.
Hermione nodded and recalled that Gringotts kept regular hours for wizards, but after-hours were for magical creatures. Then, after a moment of being quiet, Harry became wary. From memory, a quiet Hermione was a far more dangerous creature. When all arguments were said and done and the bushy-haired girl remained silent, all hell crystallized at her next course of action.
Harry took a step back as a precaution, which made Hermione smile a barracuda smile. Harry blinked his green innocent eyes, which made Hermione smile more. Harry could not diminish his curiosity over the unknown idea that had brought that strange smile to Hermione's face, so he asked, "What is it, Hermione?"
Hermione nodded and replied, "I can perform Elven magic. Once my boss in the Dept of Mysteries found out I was mimicking creature magic, he accused me of being sick, and they placed me in Saint Mungo's. The truth behind such a measure was more mundane. Really, he was envious. I had begun a study on different levels of magic, and given that it was not exactly taboo, but not endorsed either, I came to be regarded as a weirdo. A lot of people were scared of my magical range, and I was already too heartbroken to defend myself,"
Harry took two steps forward and embraced Hermione with all his might, his poor friend had been shunned too many times in that previous lifetime. Oh, the world would pay, stupid envious wizards would think twice before passing judgment on his Hermione or his name was not Harry bloody Potter.
Hermione opened her arms and hugged him back and asked quietly, "So, how would you like to continue being magical but without the trace?"
Now Harry was sporting a shark grin as he replied in a courteous tone, "Oh, I would love to be magical and not have ministry clowns following us around because of the trace, thank you very much."
"Alright then," said Hermione, she gave him a kiss on his cheek and added as she looked straight into those deep pools of green. "Legilimens!"
After the Granger home was asleep. Hermione rose from her bed, and began shifting, Harry too rose and followed her example. Both travelers in children's bodies changed. Harry could now resemble Dobby, however, Hermione now looked like a brown-haired Veela. Just as cute as Gabrielle Delacour did in their future-past fourth year. But she had a touch of tan on her skin and her eyes shone as maple syrup.
"Oh wow, you are brilliant, no wonder those idiots at the Department Of Mysteries were afraid of you. You are too amazing to be contained in a forgettable ministry position," said a shocked Harry in a squeaky voice.
"Thank you, Harry, your opinion is the only one that matters, now, we must hurry," said Hermione. She transfigured her pillow to her mundane sleeping form, took a pencil, shaped it into her new black teddy, and placed it under her arm.
Meanwhile.
The ministry's office for accidental magic was about to raise an alarm, twice on this day for the same home address until the alarm fizzled and shut off a moment later. This meant that the magic belonged to a lesser being, and the alarm wasn't needed. Those bursts were fairly common.
To the time travelers, it was a surreal experience to walk back into the Goblin bank in the middle of the night. Similar to Déjà vu when Hermione underwent her transformation and performed as Bellatrix LeStrange. The difference now was that no one would question a creature, instead of a witch or a wizard, and the Thieves' Downfall would only feel like a regular waterfall, unwanted, cold, and wet.
Both the house-elf and Veela wore thick traveling coats as a disguise. They waited their turn for a teller. Once in front of the teller, Hermione asked: "Can we speak to the goblin administrator in charge of the Potter account?"
"Who's asking?" Said Griphook with a cruel smile.
Both Hermione and Harry looked at each other and rolled their eyes, Harry held his hand out, and Hermione nodded. He replied unimpressed by the stupid question. "We are, what more explanation do you need?"
Griphook noticed the aura of power on the house elf and realized, he was not a wizard, and elven magic packed a punch, plus elves did not use wands so before he could react the elf, might have him pinned to the wall, and he would get a bigger demotion than attending the night bank, as he was already doing. He took a step back, nodded, he took them to a small office, and said, "The administrator of the Potter accounts will be here shortly," he left.
Ripclaw, the administrator of the Potter accounts, was not happy. He usually was unhappy for a myriad of reasons, but he was particularly unhappy because of this strange request by a house-elf and a Veela child in the middle of the freaking night. Still, he was a professional and decided to humor the request, if only to tell his wife Raine the latest scheme by the bearded fool a.k.a Dumbledore to get into the Main Potter Vaults. As he entered his office and took one look at the odd creature couple sitting in the servant's office, strange magic took shape, the former house-elf, and Veela changed to two human magical's, the boy rose from his seat and introduced himself, "Good evening sir, my name is Harry James Potter, and you are?"