As of now I don't have a schedule for updates I can manage to keep. I´ll just post chapters as soon as I finish and I like the results.

You´re in for some surprises in this chapter. If there´s still someone that's curious about this story, do share your thoughts on it. Anyways, I´m still having fun writing.

Finally, time to meet the kids. I mostly kept their initials (I just had to break the mold with Tamao) I didn't like the names with T that came up.

REN- RYAN

HORO- HOLDEN

CHOCOLOVE- COLE

LYZERG- LIAM

HANA- HANS

MEN- MACSEN

TAMAO- ANNE

RYU- ROY

Hermione´s relationship with magic started when she was a toddler. She could make the books on her library fly to her cradle or wherever she wanted them just willing it whenever she was looked up in her playpen or cradle and her parents didn't want her to read anymore (that happened frequently enough). She really was something else with books. She really saw it as something normal, an everyday thing… She almost killed her parents when she did that in front of them, that's how she realized she was special. And it scared her. Her parents didn't know how to face that and even as a really small child she could tell they were terrified of it.

That her wand ended up turning into a flower out of the blue had her staring open mouthed at the girl in front of her. Someone came running out of the cabin and stood between her and the other brunette.

They had to be siblings, this boy had her eyes and hair, even if he was slightly taller. He stared at her with an unreadable expression on his face and she just knew he´d do anything to protect the other girl.

_ We mean you no harm, if you can believe us- the girl said from her position, her deep eyes making contact with Hermione´s startled gaze. - But I really don't take kindly to someone pointing a weapon at my child.

Her first impulse was to say her wand was not a weapon, but she ended up closing her mouth and giving a tight nod. She was outnumbered, in their home. And they hadn't harmed her. that had to count for something, right?

…

They sat in silence with a tea tray in the middle. Hermione hadn't touched hers, she had the cup on her hands and traced the pattern in the porcelain with uncertain fingers, biting her lips to contain the torrent of questions that wanted to escape. The siblings sat next to each other, the girl partly lying on top of her brother, clearly sleepy.

The boy stared right at Hermione without breaking the silence with an air of serenity and imperturbability that could rival a statue and she really envied that stability. He… if she had to compare him with something it really will be with a still lake.

Even after she sprang the revelation about magic and that she was a witch, the sleepy girl ended up staring at her with eyes open as saucers for a whole minute before bursting in laughter and muttering something that sounded like: I should have known.

After that it was their turn to share their story but Hermione really had a question she wanted answered, yesterday.

She still remembered her wand turning into a flower and that was something she couldn't get out of her head, they weren't muggles, that much was clear, but she wasn't exactly sure they were wizards either.

Screw the Statute of secrecy, their parents went first and she regretted nothing.

_ How did she turn my wand into a flower? - was the first question Hermione found herself blurting.

The boy, Yoh, smiled slightly and rearranged his sleeping sister on his lap, she fell asleep after laughing about some hidden joke Hermione didn't get.

_ Before I tell you anything, this is the kind of stuff that qualifies under "believing or bursting". We are shamans, the link between this world and the next, we connect spirits to the land of the living. The one to whom you refer as she is the Shaman King, that's how she was able to turn that thing you called a wand into a flower and then turn it back. - he said that with a straight face, without changing expression.

That just let more questions, hell. What was all this? Some kind of alternate reality or another dimension? One might think that after fighting a war against an infamous Dark Lord, being tortured by some deranged and bigoted psycho she was entitled to get a break… there was more?

Certainly this seemed to fit under "believing or bursting"

…

Finally tired beyond his years of hoping all of his "compromises" after the war ended, Harry finally got feed up and told the Minister he was leaving. He wasn't amused, but Harry wouldn't budge.

_ Well as you're not changing your mind then I insist on some precautions. Narcisa Malfoy and Draco Malfoy are your responsibility and you can't think that I will let you go alone with them, less of all not knowing where you are and how long you´ll be gone- said Kingsley. - You have to take at least an auror with you and I won't take no for an answer.

_ That´s a shame because I really don't want anyone else with me on that travel, Draco and Narcisa are going because is not as if we have a lot of options. Is either going with me or going to a Ministry cell at the mercy of people that would be delighted in torturing them.

_ You cannot expect me to be fine with this. -said Kingsley. And Harry didn't particularly like his tone, things didn't end up pretty.

…

Luna didn't mind staying in Grimmauld Place while Harry went to the Ministry, really she was a little bit sad that Harry and Hermione had a fall out with the Weasley clan but she actually understood where they were coming from. Ginny was surely a good girl whenever she wasn't focusing on things that didn't really matter, and Ron was a decent bloke when he stuck to his decisions and didn't let himself be manhandled or manipulated by others or his own lack of self-worth. He was the embodiment of "you are your worst enemy".

Looking around she liked the house now that it was undergoing a transformation, it certainly needed it. And Kreacher was happier and active, he will make her gain some weight with his fabled scones and tea. She sat in the recently redecorated living room reading her books and exchanging pleasantries and opinions with Draco´s mother. The woman happy to receive some feedback on her decoration ideas since the boys weren't really that receptive to something like that and Luna loved to discuss colors and shapes, but also, she liked to make people happy whenever it was possible.

Draco´s mom was a nice lady. It was a shame that Mrs. Andromeda hadn't warmed up to her yet. In her opinion people couldn't learn their lesson soon enough, resentment didn't help matters after loss and vengeance on those who did nothing to you was pointless. It wasn't Mrs. Malfoy that had killed Tonks and professor Lupin, and she couldn't have done something to prevent their deaths.

_ Luna, do you know if Harry is coming home soon? Draco finally has the potion he wanted. - Narcisa said, setting aside her carpet with fabrics and wallpaper samples.

Harry got home ten minutes later, fuming and determined.

Luna smiled at him and they finally decided on what to do.

A special issue of the Prophet came out later and it held a statement that left no one indifferent. You see, Harry Potter was taking of, destination unknown. And he politely informed everyone he won't be answering cards nor accepting event invitations or summons from anyone.

The Ministry made no comments even when chaos ensued.

…

At least for leaving England without being followed, Harry had to defer to Narcisa and… Luna.

The ravenclaw really was something else when she was determined. Narcisa made him release a statement to the press and give a copy of it to one lawyer she made him hire. He happened to be Lucius representative. The man was decent and in no way related to death eaters or Voldemort, he agreed to handle all of Harry´s affair while he was away and to sort through his mail so only the important letters reached him.

Luna had gotten some hair for all of them, Draco and Narcisa included. She didn't reveal her sources but she assured them it was human hair, Harry still remembered Hermione´s brief stunt being turned into a human shaped cat in second year and he had no desire of repeating it.

Draco wasn't thrilled about going to Australia, his relationship with Hermione being less than stellar. Harry didn't really have a choice and he was beyond grateful when Luna agreed to tag along with them.

So they took the polyjuice potion and changed.

Narcisa looked to be around 63 years old, with short brown hair and honey eyes. Draco had freckles on the bridge of his nose, black wavy hair that come down to his shoulders and a muscular built.

Harry had blonde hair and blue eyes, he was slender, markedly less muscular than Draco´s disguise. Luna had strawberry blonde hair and brown eyes and looked petite.

They packed and made their way to a muggle airport. At least for leaving England this was better than a portkey, no one could think of trying to sort through muggle airports and passengers to stop Harry Potter from leaving. Narcisa thought it might be a possibility and Harry wouldn't put it beyond Kingsley to do something like that. Their latest reunion being an eye opener.

Flying from London to Paris took about an hour and twenty minutes, they could manage. They didn't stand out in the crowd of the airport. Harry got the tickets and they just hexed the employees at the security boot and boarding desk when they asked for documents or asked questions they couldn't answer.

Harry was having trouble controlling his anxiety. He was finally going to Hermione; her last letter had worried him.

Upon reaching Paris, Narcisa and Draco managed everything.

They spoke in sharp French, Luna and Harry just stared at them and stayed close, they didn't have luggage. They were in a muggle airport and Harry reminded them of it enough times to slightly irritate Narcisa, they ended up in a cap, Luna, Harry and Draco in the backseat and Narcisa beside the driver giving directions. Draco seemed to have an idea of where they were going, Luna and Harry didn't have the slightest clue but just trusted blindly in their companions. Luna had a handbag with an expansion similar to the one Hermione carried around in their months of looking for horrocruxes. Harry wasn't even surprised about her having one of those bags. Narcisa had her own method she didn't disclose and Draco didn't share.

They got of the cap and Narcisa led them to an alley that looked dingy and disgusting. It also smelled like something died on it. And she bent near the corner of the alley and picked up a random stone or at least that's how it looked and she threw it at a minute window in the upper corner of the tarnished brick wall.

Their disgusting surroundings gave way to an alley. Luna and Harry couldn't get their eyes from it. It was colorful and bright, full of live and with a lot of people going about their business and dressed elegantly…

_ Mother loves this place, its way better than Diagon Alley- Draco shared, in English, blessed his soul- We can get a portkey to Australia and no one´s going to ask uncomfortable questions. French people don't pry in others business like English do.

Narcisa advances like she owned the street. She fit in with this crowd really, and Draco too. Luna and Harry felt out of place but enjoyed the sights. They finally reached a store that was painted in bold colors and looked even more exotic than the shops around it, they had portraits with different places of the world all in movement, Luna stared at them fascinated and Harry looked around to see if he could find Australia in one of the pictures, he had a general idea of Hermione´s whereabouts. And called her from the airport at Narcisa´s insistence. His friend sounded… weird.

She assured him she was alright but she seemed to be hiding something. He just hoped she was alright and managed to find her parents.

…

Hermione still didn't know why these individuals took her parents or why they had agreed. She didn't understand a lot of things. Her parents hadn't died. But they somehow didn't exist as human beings anymore. She still had to wrap her head around all she had learn in the last two days. And… Harry called. Apparently he was coming and he had company.

She prepared herself to deal with Draco Malfoy and his mother but she really wasn't sure how much she could share with them.

She couldn't really believe everything herself. The interior of the apparently minimal cabin was as big as… Grimmauld Place.

Her parents stayed on the second floor with… their kids. Apparently she was technically a big sister now. To eight little children full of energy and they couldn't be more different. The only girl was really timid and spent her days curled up in Hermione´s lap whenever she could get away with it. The other kids, they were really boisterous. Energetic even.

Hermione was having difficulty keeping track of their names. The girl being the only female was easy enough to remember, Anne.

Ryan and Holden fought all the time, the first one being too serious and formal, like a little gentleman, the other one loving the outdoors, animals, plants, and he loved to be covered in dirt from head to toe.

Cole loved to tell jokes and play pranks and frequently ended at the tender mercy of Ryan and Holden. They only agreed in how much they hated Cole´s jokes it seemed.

Liam spent his days playing detective or hide and seek with whoever humored him, gentle and with a smile on his face, he loved to be around her parents… their parents. This really was weird.

Hans, Macsen and Roy the other boys… well.

Hans and Macsen relationship was kind of like Ryan and Holden´s. But less intense, Hans seemed to dislike Yoh for some reason and the brunette just stared at him with that sad gentle smile Hermione associated with him.

Roy loved to help out in the kitchen and… motorcycles.

Hao didn't comment on it. Hermione just stared at the kids, her siblings. And at her parents.

The looked younger and happier.

Jean and Scott Granger looked better than ever, and they had been furious with her.

They still were, but they loved her and trying their best to not hold resentment towards her.

Harry was coming, they knew about it, so did Hao and Yoh.

She had given him the address over the phone and offered to go and pick them. But he assured her he could make his way to the address without trouble. He had asked about her parents and she really couldn't give him details over the phone.

This was beyond anything she might've imagined. Her parents looked like they could be her siblings, and out of a sudden she had eight siblings. She was so busy nowadays that she didn't have time to think. But she was happier than shed been in the last months.

Somehow, all will work out. Right?