Part 8

Two months later

Hermione was moving around the apartment cleaning up after her fiancés. She couldn't help but imagine when she, Fabian and Gideon would be married and have a few children of their own. She definitely didn't want as many as Molly was likely going to have. She hadn't told Molly that it was possible she'd have quads instead of just twins of triplets, just because she was already so fertile. That she'd already had twins once, just increased her chances of having other multiples. She hadn't informed Molly or Fabian and Gideon of this as she didn't want to frighten any of them. Quadruplets were almost unknown in Wizarding Britain and in fact there had only been like one set in the last 500 years. This had mostly to do with inbreeding, but quads were fairly rare in the Muggle world as well so that also had something to do with it. Molly certainly had the body for it even if she wasn't that tall, which helped. The more body mass you had the more likely you were going to have more than one. Hermione was whistling softly until she heard a tap on the window.

She opened the window when she saw the familiar sight of the Weasleys owl Errol and removed his burden and fed him an owl treat, which he snapped out of her fingers quickly.

She opened the letter which she knew was from Molly, as she recognized the handwriting and she suspected that she knew what the Weasley Matriarch was going to say. It was around a month and a half since Molly got pregnant and she would've been to the Healer by now to find out how many she was carrying. While you could tell you were pregnant within a couple of days you really couldn't tell anything else, not until a few weeks later.

Dear Mia,

I am so grateful to you. Thanks to you I am carrying triplets. It is too early to tell the sexes yet although at least one of them should be a girl, but as you know I'm hoping that all of them are. I'm so excited and Arthur is over the moon when he learned that I was carrying three instead of the one he expected. He doesn't suspect a thing by the way, as he has no idea that such a potion exist and of course it doesn't, not yet at least. But still, even if it did exist right now he still wouldn't suspect anything because potions was never his best subject so he doesn't bother to keep up with advances. He just assumes that I'm more suspectable to having more than one, simply because I've already had a set of twins. I'm letting him believe that, because it's actually partly true, even if it's not the whole equation in this case.

I'm just bursting with excitement and preparing for the birth of my triplets which won't be for quite awhile I know. The Healer of course has warned me not to overdo as I could go into labor to early, which is more than possible since I'm carrying more than a single child.

I can hardly wait until Voldemort is gone so that you and my brothers can get married and start having children of your own, though I do understand your reasoning and why you don't want to do so before that monster is finally regulated to the pages of history.

I'll let you know as soon as I know the sexes."

Affectionately,

Molly

Well, it looked like her idea had worked, Hermione thought smiling brightly. She was certainly very happy for her surrogate mother. The two of them were even closer in this time and they had been in her own and that was likely because she was a grown up now, when the last time she had still been a teenager when she had known her. Mostly grown up, but not quite there. They were also closer in age in this time, then they had been in her own, which probably also had something to do with it.

Hermione was really hoping that it was indeed all girls, but there was no way to know at this early stage, so she would just have to be patient.

Hermione continued to clean the apartment until it was sparkling and then she simply sat on the couch and picked a book out of her beaded bag in order to read. She couldn't help but think of the time when she and the twins would be legally married and could start having children. Molly and Arthur would soon have nine children, but since she had already done exactly what she had told the senior Weasleys she would it wouldn't matter because there would be plenty of gold to make sure they grew up not poor. She had gone to Gringotts the very next day with the authorization from Arthur in her pocket.

The goblins had verified it was real and then did exactly what she asked and invested in the Muggle businesses she'd told them to. They had no idea that she was from the future but they probably suspected, as most goblins tended to be extremely perceptive, Hermione admitted. Still, even if they did they wouldn't say anything or inform the ministry so long as she didn't do any of them any harm. Goblins tended not to get involved in the affairs of magicals, not unless the circumstances were unusual to say the least. The companies that the goblins had invested in were already showing healthy returns, just as she knew they would.

She had also convinced Remus to do the same, and since he knew she was from the future he took her advice to heart. He trusted that she wouldn't steer him wrong and she never would so he would be seeing profits as well. Hermione was actually hoping that because of what she had done Remus wouldn't be so leery about getting involved with Nymphadora Tonks in the future. One of Remus main hangups was the fact that he was poor. She had suggested this to him soon after she had arrived, so Remus could no longer use that as a reason to not get involved with her. Of course, there was always his old standby and that was the fact that he was a monster when he really wasn't except one night a month and even that didn't really apply anymore thanks to her brewing the Wolfsbane Potion for him every month. She would continue to do so for the rest of his life and she already knew that he was very grateful. He had offered to pay her for the ingredients at least, now that he had money, but she had turned him down and nothing he could say could change her mind so he had given in, realizing that Hermione was much more stubborn than he was.

Considering that James and Lily were still alive and Sirius hadn't been thrown in prison that would probably boost Remus's confidence considerably, so when the time came he wouldn't have the same problems like he had in her timeline. Hermione knew that his friends would encourage him to ask her out and not let being a werewolf affect him.

Still, Voldemort was still out there, but he would soon be dead if she had her way. Plans were already in place, but they were just waiting for the perfect opportunity to spring their trap. Unfortunately, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named might be a Dark Wizard, but he was also extremely intelligent. It was unfortunate that the bad guys were rarely stupid, as it would have made things much easier, Hermione mourned.

Hermione was so glad that her plan had worked and her mother in every way, except biologically was going to have triplets. There were no guarantees of course, that any of them except one was going to be a girl, but she was crossing her fingers there. She prayed that all of them would turn out to be female because she knew that's what Molly wanted more than anything. She hadn't lied or anything when she had told her that girls were the most common type of multiples, whether twins or triplets or any other kind.

Hermione kept herself busy until the twins came home and then they decided to go out for dinner to celebrate finding out that Molly was carrying triplets.

"You did it, Mia," Fabian congratulated her with a long hug and kiss Gideon following suit.

"There's no guarantees," Hermione tried to tell her fiancés.

"We know and so does Molly," Gideon said shutting her up with a brief kiss.

"You did the right thing and warned our sister that there was a possibility they would not turn out to all be girls other than one of them obviously. Still, you gave Molly a chance to have more than one girl and even if two of them turn out to be boys, I know that she'll still appreciate and love you for the opportunity you gave her."

"You didn't lie to her or fudge the odds of her having girls like she and Arthur want. You let her make the decision whether or not to accept you're offer and really that's all you can do," Fabian said.

"You're right," Hermione admitted. "I tend to blame myself when things don't go exactly like I believe they should."

"You need to break that habit," Gideon suggested gently.

"I don't know that I can, as it goes all the way back to childhood," Hermione admitted. "I never liked to admit that things can go wrong, especially when I am involved, as I'm very methodical and I try to plan things to the last degree."

"But there is also a certain amount of luck and chance in all plans and you can't calculate how they will affect them, which is why they don't always go like you want," Fabian said.

"You also can't take control peoples free will and they often do what you wouldn't expect, which also can wreck any plans you make," Gideon said.

"I know, that's something I realized a long time ago," Hermione conceded. "People often do things that mess up the best laid plans."

"Nobody is going to be mad at you if at least one of them turns out to be a boy you know," Fabian added, finally realizing that was probably what Hermione was worrying about and that was other peoples opinions, people she cared about.

"Is that what is worrying you?" Gideon asked. "You think Molly will be upset with you if all of them don't turn out to be girls. If that is what you are worrying about that is just silly and ridiculous, Mia."

Hermione said nothing, but blushed and the twins knew they had been right.

"When are you going to realize Mia that you are not Merlin? Not even the supposed greatest wizard to ever live could control everything to the last degree," Fabian said shaking his head and Hermione. "If even Merlin can't control everything that could possibly happen what makes you think you can? After all, the more complicated the plan the more likely something is going to go wrong."

"Or right depending on a lot of variables that you have no control over," Gideon added. "Nobody thinks that you are omniscient or that you are perfect. Don't pull a Dumbledore on us. You are not perfect or infallible."

That really caused Hermione to blush as she knew that twins were right.

"Stop worrying nobody's going to be mad at you no matter what Molly gets, not even Molly herself. Molly knew what the odds were when you gave her that potion and that you could make no guarantees that they'd all be female. You silly, silly witch do you really think our sister is so shallow that she's going to hate you over something you can't control?" Fabian asked Hermione.

"No," Hermione admitted into small voice. "I've been worrying myself for nothing, haven't I?"

"Yes you have," Fabian said.

"But now that you know you were being extremely illogical you can stop worrying and just enjoy yourself until the triplets are here," Gideon said.

"I'll probably be helping out with them quite a bit, because one baby is a lot of work much less three," said Hermione finally relaxing.

"Yes, they are and perhaps, you should see if you could get them a house-elf to help out," Fabian suggested smiling.

"They're plenty of house-elves that have been released from their families for one reason or another, usually for pretty stupid reasons," Gideon said.

"I'll suggest it to Molly and Arthur the next time I see them or maybe you had better since you are Molly's brothers after all. I think it's a better idea that we get a house-elf and share them between our family and the Weasleys, because I know there's not enough work for even one house-elf in the average magical home. However, if we share a house-elf there will still be plenty of work for him or her."

"I'm not sure it's possible to bind a house-elf to two different families, even if they're related," Fabian said after moment.

"We can always find out before we dismiss the idea entirely," Hermione suggested. "It might not be possible, but you never know unless you ask a house-elf yourself. It might be that if we bind one to your sister and her husband, either she or Arthur can order them to obey us as well, to answer our call.

"Yes, that's a good idea," Gideon said after looking at his brother.

"It doesn't hurt to check with someone who would know the answer," Fabian agreed.

"See that's what I thought," Hermione said just a little smugly.

"Well, before Mia gets too full of herself that she blows up like a balloon and floats towards the ceiling, I think it's time to go and celebrate," Gideon chuckled.

Hermione looked abashed for a few seconds then realized she was being teased and simply smiled saying nothing in reply.

~~~Gideon, Hermione, Fabian~~~

1 year later

Hermione hummed quietly as she moved around the house that she and her husbands had bought. Voldemort was finally gone and while it has been a long, hard fought battle finally the evil wizard was permanently defeated. Thanks to Hermione taking care of the Horcruxes before Harry had even been born that meant that the prophecy had never come to pass. Nobody else would've been able to take out Voldemort otherwise.

Hermione had cried tears of joy when she realized that Tom Riddle AKA Voldemort was history. He had been hit with multiple curses by various people, curses that were meant to damage somebody at the very least. She wasn't sure who had actually taken him out permanently and she was glad.

It could've been her or it could have been Dumbledore or Kingsley Shacklebolt or even Alastor Moody. It could've been just about anybody really. The trap that she and certain key members of the Order of the Phoenix had planned had worked to perfection. Voldemort had believed that he was so powerful that no one could possibly ever take him out and even if they did he would come back because of his Horcruxes.

Hermione had already known from personal experience that Voldemort would not feel the destruction of his Horcruxes. He would feel weak of course, which could have a lot of causes, but other than that there would be no indication that his Horcruxes had been destroyed. Of course, Tom Riddle had once been an intelligent young man, but the rituals he had done to his body had seemed to leech out that intelligence. With every Horcrux he made more of his intelligence and reasoning abilities went with them.

He slowly became a arrogant, conceited, psychopathic, deranged killer that had lost the lot of his intelligence and reasoning abilities due to his making Horcruxes. In other words, he was totally insane by the time he made Horcrux number five, as of that point he barely had any soul left. Hermione doubted that Tom had known what would happen if he made so many Horcruxes therefore, splitting his soul five different times.

She doubted that any of the Dark Arts books he had read on the subject had mentioned what it would do to his intelligence, his logic and his reason. From what Hermione knew Tom Riddle used to be one of the most intelligent young wizard's of his time, but when he had made his first Horcrux it had started to affect that intelligence. The diary, which was the first, had been found, but not where Hermione had expected it to be. The diary contained one full half of Tom Riddle's soul and was therefore, the biggest piece.

Hermione and Dumbledore had approached the goblins and told them that they knew of a dark item that was against their banking code and when they had been told what that item was the teller had taken it higher immediately.

This had gotten a chief of the goblins involved and he had agreed to check it out, as goblins hated anybody who split their soul and put it in an object. The goblins considered such objects abominations and they were immediately destroyed if discovered on goblin land. If one was found, no matter who's vault it was, they would be fined rather heavily and if the owner was in Azkaban then they would be fined if they were ever released. However, if they were lying then they would be in serious trouble with Gringotts.

Much to Hermione surprise the diary had been in the Malfoy vault instead of Malfoy Manor. The goblins had checked all the known Death Eaters vaults just to make sure that no Horcruxes remained within the boundaries of the bank, mostly because they had found one in the Lestrange vault, just like Hermione had known they would. Hermione had been rather shocked that there was one in the Malfoy vault instead of it being in his home, but she knew it was possible that Lucius Malfoy had moved it from his vault to his home sometime in the next five to ten years. Or maybe he had gotten it from his vault instead of bringing it from home when he had planted it on Ginny Weasley like she had originally assumed. It was also possible that this timeline was just a little different from her own or her and Harry's assumptions had been wrong about Malfoy bringing the diary from his manor.

They had both figured that the Senior Malfoy would want to keep it close, since it had belonged to his master, but they could've been wrong about that Hermione knew. She was just very glad that it had been found so easily and destroyed soon after by the goblins, along with Hufflepuff Cup. She hadn't been sure how to get her hands on that one actually, except to wait until the senior Malfoy passed it off to Ginny Weasley when she started Hogwarts in 91. Maybe fate for once was giving her a break. Both she and Dumbledore had been relieved that it had been so easily found and she couldn't help but smirk a little as she knew the Malfoy's had been heavily fined by having such a dark artifact in their Gringotts vault.

She wasn't entirely sure that Lucius Malfoy had even really known what it was, except that it had belonged to his master.

She heard that Malfoy had been outraged at the goblin going into his vault, but they had told him that they had been informed by a reliable source that he had something that was forbidden by banking code and once they checked that it turned out to be true. They had refused to name the informant, so Malfoy had no one to vent his ire on and Hermione was glad, as she knew that he could be a rather vengeful bastard.

Malfoy now knew that the diary had been a Horcrux since the goblins had informed him as much. Malfoy had nearly ended up being banned from Gringotts entirely, and it was only because he had genuinely not known what the object was that he wasn't.

Hermione had been told that Malfoy had gone as white as a ghost when he'd heard what the object truly was and had left the bank hurriedly.

Hermione couldn't help but feel pleasure at Malfoy's fear, because she knew should Voldemort return Lucius's master would not be pleased with him in the slightest. Luckily, for the Senior Malfoy, Voldemort would not be coming back.

Gideon, Fabian and her had been bonded as soon as possible, within a week actually. They had taken a few days to recover from the battle and Hermione was grateful that both twins had survived as many had not. Quite a few Aurors and Order members had met their end due to Voldemort or one of his Death Eaters. While Hermione knew some of the people that had died she had to admit that she barely knew most of them, as luckily, James and Lily had survived along with the other two Marauders. Dumbledore had also survived along with Minerva McGonagall and Filius Flitwick, but many others had perished. Elphias Doge had met his end along with Marlene McKinnon, Hestia Jones and several others that she only knew very vaguely.

Suddenly Hermione was pulled out of her thoughts because she suddenly felt very queasy and she realized she had been standing near the kitchen for sometimes just lost in what happened six months ago. She didn't usually dwell on the battle, but sometimes when she was alone and she wasn't active enough she couldn't seem to keep the memories at bay. The twins helped with that, but they were at work right now, so she had no one to distract her. Still, the Dark Lord was dead and that brought her great comfort. She knew that all the Horcruxes had been found and so there would be no coming back for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

She thought this, even as she hurried into the bathroom as suddenly her queasiness got worse and she was just in time to throw up into the toilet.

Was she falling ill? Hermione wondered. Or was she pregnant?

Hermione hands trembled a little as she took out her wand and performed the spell. The spell came back positive and Hermione knew that she had been right. She was probably just a few weeks pregnant, because she had just had her period about three weeks ago. She knew she needed to go to a professional to have it confirmed, but she just knew she was carrying either Fabian or Gideon's child. Or possibly both.

She couldn't wait to tell the twins, but the question was should she tell them after she had an appointment at St. Mungo's or before. Before, Hermione decided after a few minutes of thought. The twins deserved to know right away and they might want to go with her to appointment with her, though that was unlikely. In the wizarding world it wasn't exactly expected for the father to accompany their wife to a Healer appointment, even when it involved them too. Hermione had to remember that in a lot of ways the wizarding world here in Britain was very old fashioned.

Still, Fabian and Gideon deserved to know before she got an appointment at St. Mungo's, so she would tell them as soon as they got home.

She knew that Molly would also be ecstatic when she learned that she was pregnant, because she knew Molly had been anticipating her fulfilling her promise as soon as Voldemort was gone. Voldemort had been gone for months now although they had taken about a week to recover from the horrific battle.

Hermione wondered briefly if she could be carrying twins and dismissed it as it was unlikely for a first pregnancy. What Hermione forgot to consider was the fact that she was married to a pair of twins so it was more than possible that she was carrying two herself, but she wouldn't know that until she went to St. Mungo's to see a Healer.

Hermione began to fix dinner and it was finished just as the twins came in the door laughing about something.

"So how is our lovely wife?" Both twins asked at the same time grinning from ear to ear.

It was the old joke by now, as they had been doing it ever since the first day they had come home after they had married a year ago and Hermione was getting tired of it, but she could hardly deny the twins the pleasure they got out of saying it.

"I'm fine," Hermione said her expression neutral. "Dinner is ready as soon as you set the table and wash your hands."

The twins knew better then to argue with their wife by this point and they actually kind of enjoyed the daily chore, though they knew that their sister would see them setting the table as the wife's responsibility and not the husband's, but then they knew in some ways their sister was very old-fashioned and this was the 1980s after all. They knew that Hermione came from a more modern time and had grown up in the Muggle world to boot. Apparently, even some men cooked in the Muggle world instead of the women, which would be considered a very unusual thing in the wizarding world. It might even be laughed at if anybody knew that the man was the cook of the family or even helped in the kitchen.

Hermione had told them that the Harry Potter the future was quite the cook, mostly due to his abusive family forcing him to learn, but still it was something he enjoyed once he had been away from his relatives. Still, she had said that plenty men cooked in the Muggle world and some of them were world famous chefs.

They couldn't cook to save their lives, but they didn't mind helping to set the table, something that Hermione was grateful for and it always got them some type of reward so it was well worth it.

The twins went to wash their hands and then returned to set the table, so they could eat.

"I have some news," Hermione finally said over desert.

"What news?" Gideon asked immediately.

"Well, you know we've been trying for the last few months to get me pregnant..." Hermione began.

"You're telling me we finally succeeded?" Fabian asked in excitement.

"We did, though I'll have to go to St. Mungo's to have it confirmed of course," Hermione said. "I thought you deserve to knowing case you wanted to come along."

"Why would we want to come along?" Fabian asked confused.

"Because in the Muggle world it's quite common for the father to be to come along to their wife's appointment. Of course, not every husband agrees with doing that, but a lot of them do. I just thought I'd give you the opportunity."

"I should've known," Fabian said in understanding.

"It might be common in the Muggle world, but it's definitely not in the wizarding one, Mia," Gideon explained. "Even if we went along with you we wouldn't be allowed to be in the same room as you were with the Healer who examining you."

"I know," Hermione sighed. "There're so many things that need to change or we're going to have another Dark Wizard or Witch sometime in the next few decades."

"If you knew why bother to ask?"

"Because I was hoping you would still come along, even if you had to stay in the waiting room," Hermione said. "It's okay, I'll tell you what the Healer says when I get home from my appointment."

The discussion turned to the expected birth in nine months and Hermione could tell that the twins were very excited. He had known they would be excited about the upcoming birth, but she had also known they wouldn't likely agree to come with her to her appointment. Still, the twins were modern in most ways so she couldn't really complain.

The three of them finished dinner and the twins helped do the dishes without complaint before all three of them walked into the living room, where the three of them spent a couple of hours doing their different activities, before they headed to bed.

All three of them were very excited about the fact that they were finally going to have a child of their own and could hardly wait until he or she was born.

~~~Gideon, Hermione, Fabian~~~

Epilogue

11 years later

"Hurry up Daniel, we're going to be late for the train if you don't come on," Hermione called to her oldest son.

"Hurry up, brother or we're going to be late came the voice of Danny's twin sister Emma.

The twins had been the first to be born to Hermione, Fabian and Gideon and Hermione had requested that she be able name them after her parents, even though they weren't really her parents in this time. No, they were the parents of Hermione Granger, instead of Mia Granger-Prewett. Hermione knew that technically, she was the same person as a much younger self, but she looked so different that it wasn't obvious if they ever happened to run into each other. Sure, the similarities were there, but a lot of people had similar features and characteristics. It was pure sophistry Hermione knew, but still that didn't make it any less true.

Fabian and Gideon had agreed easily with that request, knowing that their Mia had loved her parents very much, just as much as they had loved theirs and the names were certainly normal enough.

Despite being twins both Danny and Em were very different from each other. Emma was ultra-organized like her mother and also looked like her with her brown hair, except not as bushy as her mother's and also brown eyes. They also shared a lot of other traits, their keen, intelligent minds, their organizational abilities, their love of reading almost anything they could get their hands on and also their abilities in ancient runes and arithmancy.

As for Daniel while he was not unintelligent he could not match his sister or his mother. He had red hair like his fathers, with his mother's brown eyes. Still, he did like to read just not as much as his sister, but was more into physical activities. He also shared his father's more bulky frames and would probably reach their height once he was fully grown, while his sister was more petite like her mother.

"Ah! Why can't I go to Hogwarts?" whined, one of the twins brothers. Her youngest son had been saying much the same thing ever seen the twins had reached the age of 11 and gotten their Hogwarts letters.

"Because you're only six and you still have several years before you can go Eddie," Hermione explained yet again. "Your older sisters aren't complaining, even though I know they're anxious to go to Hogwarts as well."

Over the years Hermione had gotten pregnant four different times. The oldest were of course twins Daniel and Emma Prewett. Her next had been a girl, Gideon and Fabian had agreed to name Ann.

Hermione was only glad that her husbands hadn't come up with anything too unusual that would get the child teased for her name, as it was perfectly normal and common.

Hermione remembered how she had been teased for having such an unusual name, at least an unusual name in her Muggle primary school.

The child after that had been another girl that Hermione had named Minerva after her favorite teacher in her past life, though she was usually called Minnie at home.

Finally, there was her youngest son Edward or Eddie.

Four pregnancies was all that Hermione had agreed to. Two children for each of her husbands and they had gotten an extra surprise thanks to the oldest being twins. Still, Hermione knew that of her twins one was Fabian's and the other was Gideon's and they'd had a blood test done to prove this. It didn't really matter to her actually, but she'd been curious.

Fabian had been subtly pointing out for years that he only had two children while his brother had had three. While Hermione could understand the point she had not yet given in to Fabian to have another child just to even the score between her husbands. She knew that there was a friendly competition between the twins and they liked to be even. It wasn't like she didn't have enough to do with five children even with Whippy's help.

Whippy was the house-elf that was bound to both the Weasley and the Prewett families and while he was a great help Hermione still had plenty to do if only because she wouldn't let the house-elf do a lot of things. Whippy's main job was to look after the children, though he did help with the cleaning and other chores when she just didn't have time.

It was an amiable arrangement all around, since Whippy also helped Molly Weasley and her family as well. It was an arrangement that everybody was satisfied with. Hermione knew that she was still young enough to have another child safely, as she was only in her late 30s and now that the oldest two were off to Hogwarts the workload lessened quite a bit.

She would tell Fabian tonight Hermione decided, as she figured they could get started on producing another child since the husband wanted one so much. Hermione was actually hoping for a boy since they had three girls and only two boys.

Molly had been ecstatic when her brothers had had so many daughter's and tended to spoil them rotten when they visited. This child would be quite a bit younger than her son since there would be about seven years age difference between them, but that happened a lot in magical families Hermione knew.

"Are you finally ready to go?" Hermione scolded her son, when Danny finally came downstairs.

"Finally," Emma told her brother turning her nose up at him. "If you had listened to me you would've packed last night."

"Not all of us can be so organized," Daniel said.

Emma simply rolled her eyes of this, because her brother was a mess waiting to happen. He was the sloppiest person she had ever known outside of both her fathers.

"Alright, you two, no more arguments," Hermione said. "We need to get going before we miss the train. Harry will be waiting on you."

Harry was two years older than her twins and so would be in third year while the twins were in first. Still, Harry, Em, Danny and Neville were the best of friends and had been since they were children. It was only natural really, because she was the godmother of Harry and so her children had played with Harry offered particularly her two oldest.

In this timeline, the Potters had not died that Halloween night and had had several children to give her once best friend siblings. A long held desire of the other Harry's she knew. As for Harry himself, he had never known starvation or the abuse of the Dursleys. There had been no Philosopher's Stone that Dumbledore had had taken out of Gringotts just as a test for Harry and the basilisk was dead.

When Lily and James had learned that they could've strangled Dumbledore with their bare hands. Luckily, for Dumbledore it hadn't happened yet and wouldn't, but they sure had given him some nasty looks for sometime to come after that, which Dumbledore had borne silently knowing that he more than deserved the nasty looks being thrown at him by both the Potters and the Longbottoms, as well as several other Order members when they saw some of the torture that a child had endured and not only at the hands of his nasty relatives.

The Potter's relationship with Dumbledore still wasn't as good as it had once been and it likely never would be. The Longbottoms of course, were in the same boat and didn't trust the headmaster as much as they once had. Once both families had learned what kind of mistakes had been made in a timeline that no longer existed made both families come to the realization that Dumbledore was capable of making such mistakes. The headmaster's reputation had taken quite a beating among the people that knew what happened in the future.

Thanks to Hermione's actions though, she was godmother to both Harry and Neville. Neville also had several siblings and had grown up with his parents so he wasn't the same boy she remembered from her own timeline.

"Let's go," Daniel said excitedly, as he started to drag his trunk towards the front door.

"There is an easier way," Hermione told her son rolling her eyes at his enthusiasm.

Hermione shrunk both trunks with the flick of her wand and then handed them to both children.

"Put these in your pocket children. You know the spell to re-enlarge them once you get to your new dorm."

The twins did so and then hurried for the front door, as they were taking the car to King's Cross Station.

"Whippy you're in charge while I'm gone," Hermione instructed the house-elf. "You are to take the children to the Burrow and wait for me."

"Yes, Mistress Mia," Whippy answered knowing what was done. "Whippy know what to do."

Hermione wasn't entirely sure what they would do without Whippy in their lives, but luckily, they wouldn't have to find out.

Molly's triplets that had been named Ginevra (Ginny) Adriana (Rian) and Nicia were going to be in their second year, which meant that Danny and Em couldn't wait to see their cousins along with their best friends, since they hadn't seen much of any of them except at Christmas and in the summer for the last year or two. Being separated from their friends was hard on a child especially since they had been only nine when Harry had gone to Hogwarts and ten when their female cousins had.

Hermione knew that Emma had missed her female cousins more than she would have her brother. Most boys did not really associate with females other than their siblings when they were that young or at least weren't usually close friends with them. There were exceptions of course like herself, Harry, and Ron in her original time, but most boys that age thought that girls had cooties.

Finally, the house was silent as everybody left. Whippy immediately ushered the other children that weren't old enough to the Floo and instructed them what do.

Most families that had house-elves would never have trusted them to know what to do, as they thought of anybody who was not a pureblood as beneath their notice, but Whippy was treated as a member of the family by both the Weasleys and the Prewetts. What was really telling was the fact that both families trusted the house-elf with the lives of their children and to help them if it was a true emergency like Death Eaters or some of other criminal that was trying to break into the house. Just because most of the Death Eaters were in prison or dead now didn't mean that there weren't still dangerous elements out there.

Finally the house was completely silent as the other children disappeared through the Floo to the Burrow where Grandma Molly would be waiting for them as the Potters and the Longbottoms had offered to take the children to the station along with their own since all of them was such good friends. This happened to work out perfectly because Molly could help look after her brothers children who were too young for Hogwarts yet and it meant that she wouldn't be too lonely with all the children in school for most of the year.

The house almost seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, if a house could be said to do such a thing once the children had left for their grandparents place in Devon.

~~~Gideon, Hermione, Fabian~~~

At the station on Platform 9 3/4

Life had gone on for over a decade now and Hermione smiled pleased, as she watched her children greet their friends and finally step on the train for their first journey away from home.

It was sad in a way but also Hermione knew that it was necessary. She now knew how her parents had probably felt the first time that they had allowed her to go so far away from home and it made her feel closer to them, even though they weren't her parents now, but he younger self's. Both Fabian and Gideon had been right all those years ago when they told her that she couldn't deny herself love or happiness out of a misguided sense that she should remain alone. She was very glad she had listened to them as she had certainly been happy over the last decade then she had been before that.

Hermione watched the train chug along until it was out of sight and finally Apparated to the Burrow where she knew that her children would be having a great time with their grandmother who always spoiled them rotten every time they visited, which was quite frequently.

Hermione smiled, as she heard the sound of children's laughter, as she walked up the path to where the Burrow stood a testament to happier times, that no one else remembered except for herself. Still, there had been many years of laughter and happiness here in this time and that was what Hermione needed to remember instead of a time that didn't exist anymore and technically, never had, except in her memories. She opened the back door and into the kitchen and was immediately greeted by Molly who hugged her.

"Get the kids off alright?" Molly asked, as soon as she had her daughter in every way settled down with a cup of tea.

"Yes, they got off alright and I watched the train chug out of sight," Hermione said, as she took a sip of her soothing tea. "It was so hard to see my oldest go on their first journey away from home."

"Yes, I know exactly how that feels," Molly said nodding. "When the triplets got on the train last year it was so difficult to let them go."

"Well, that hasn't happened to me yet, but I know it won't be long," Hermione sighed. "Let's hope that they have a better time at Hogwarts then me, Harry and Ron did."

"This isn't the same time that you came from, Mia," Molly reminded her gently. "Times are much more peaceful now and that's thanks to you."

"I know," Hermione admitted. "Sometimes I can't help remembering what my own time was like. Things are just so different now than they were around this time originally that sometimes I just have trouble absorbing that fact when I have time to just sit and think. I mean I just fought a war for so long that it's just so hard to believe that things are so different now, even though I brought those changes about. I've been fighting technically, ever since I was 11, even if it wasn't that bad until we were around 16 or 17. I know a lot of that was Dumbledore's inaction, but a lot of it was not. Still, things wouldn't have gotten so bad if he had gotten off his posterior and done something, instead of waiting and seeing what happened."

"Everybody has their faults, but I have to admit I don't understand his inaction," Molly said as she drank her tea.

"Part of it is he's a big picture person and doesn't see the little details that make up that picture," Hermione said. "He didn't have any one to slap him upside the head to make him see reason, to tell him he was doing the wrong thing. Part of the problem is that he doesn't like to admit he made a mistake or at least that was true in my own time. Human beings are fallible and make mistakes all the time, but part of being an adult is admitting to mistakes. That's something that Dumbledore seems incapable of. He's a lot different now than he was in my own time, but that doesn't mean I'll ever fully trust him, just because he's different in this time, doesn't mean he doesn't possess the same traits."

"I can't blame you for that," Molly said, as she got up to pull herself some more tea.

"I was brought up on stories of how great Dumbledore was, but with what I know now...while I still respect him I know that he's just a man who is fallible."

"Too many people hold him as absolutely infallible and very few people realize that's not true. He's as human and fallible as the rest of us. Still, things are changing slowly and that's what matters. I try to remember that I saved a lot of peoples lives that otherwise would've died by the time I came to Hogwarts."

"It doesn't really do need to dwell on the past all the time," Molly said.

"I usually don't. I think I'm just at the melancholy because my oldest two are off at Hogwarts," Hermione said and Molly nodded in understanding.

"Yes, I know I'm kind of feeling a little sad myself," Molly admitted.

"Empty nest syndrome," Hermione suggested with a slight smile.

"Well, at least I still have some on my brothers children to look after since they are still too young for Hogwarts."

"While that's true it won't be long before they to are off on their first journey away from home," Hermione said smiling just a little sadly.

"Did I ever thank you for what you did for me all those years ago?" Molly asked suddenly. "Thanks to you, I finally got the girls I always wanted."

"I told you at the time that there was no need for thanks. I did it because you were like a mother to me and especially to Harry and that meant the world to me," Hermione said smiling gently.

The two women were silent as they simply shared the warmth of companionship, as they got lost in their own thoughts and remembered times when their children were young.

All was well.