After Hermione had gone to bed the Duke and Duchess Granger leaned into each other for support as they stared at the wizarding picture of their daughter and her date, International Quidditch Star and Durmstrang Champion Viktor Krum. Their daughter was a lovely sight, and it was nice to see that the castle, just from the look of the stairs alone, was just as huge, if not bigger than how Hermione described it. For all the knowledge that stone was cold, the atmosphere seemed warm.

Abagail traced her daughter's hair in the picture, and picture Hermione blushed and smiled up at her. It was a beautiful shot, it looked professionally done, of her daughter standing alone. It was one of those things she loved about the wizarding world that she couldn't be part of, the pictures captured part of the person on film. It was probably some poor old muggle who saw a wizarding photo and thought that it had stolen that person's soul.

"Her house-elf really did a wonderful job with our princess's hair," Leeroy said softly to his wife.

Abagail could only nod.

They knew their daughter was beautiful, they saw the potential in her from day one, but she admitted they were biased. Everyone made comments about Hermione's hair, none of them were pleasant. Even Leeroy's family teased them about Hermione's hair. It was like it had a life of its own. But here in this picture they could see that Thimi had done nothing more than let it be itself, it was obvious there was no brush in sight. They probably used a potion of some sort on it, but it wasn't unlike using a normal hair product, and the result was obviously worth it.

"We're going to have two wizards in our home in a day. The guest rooms across from the family wing have been made ready. We're going to pick them up in Nimes, you can stay home, but I'm going to drive. We could have someone else go get our guests, but…"

"I agree. I am upset you didn't tell me before we left, but now I know why you made that choice and I agree with that too. On the plus side, we always wanted for our daughter to be able to take care of herself," Abagail tried to say lightly.

"You are the world's greatest treasure, never stop," he leaned over and kissed his wife softly on the neck.

His wife smiled and blushed. Even after all these years, it was like they first started, but with the memories of each other they built over the years.

"We can ask Hermione tomorrow, but I think she already chose the tea room for her training. I know she wouldn't risk your precious chandeliers in the ballroom. You and those damn crystals."

"What can I say? I'm a girl, I like how it gives the room a romantic and classy atmosphere. That and it just glitters so well," she quipped at him.

He rolled his eyes playfully at his wife.

Before they had become romantically involved there was an incident where she called one of his dates shallow. She was so in love with the diamond ring he had given her, even though it wasn't an engagement ring that she went on for days to anyone who would hear about how it sparkled.

Leeroy was smug until the third day when Abagail laughed at him and said,

"Of course she loves it, she's shallower than a sidewalk puddle."

"It's a beautiful ring."

"Ah yes but, 'it lights up the whole room'! You would have done better if you just bought her a chandelier, at least it would actually light up the room and sparkle at the same time."

"So instead of a ring I should have bought her a chandelier?" he asked dryly.

"Yes. At least then she would only be able to show it to people who came to see her instead of her throwing it in everyone's face in a kilometer radius," she replied with a straight face.

They both laughed at the ridiculousness of the woman floating about.

The couple chuckled at the memory. When they bought the chateau Leeroy made sure he bought Abagail some chandeliers instead of a ring as a joke gift. She loved it and thought it was fitting.

"We have to do something about that Potter kid," Abagail said abruptly.

"What do you mean?" Leeroy looked with his eyebrows drawn together.

"Hermione owes him a life-debt. We know for a fact that he's been abused. We've seen him a few times, he swims in those clothes and they're dingy. He doesn't like to be touched, he doesn't know how to socialize, he doesn't like large crowds, the boy looks ready to bolt at a moments notice."

"Give the boy credit, he stands his ground."

"Yes, but only when he is facing monsters. He doesn't shout at people. He allows people push him about. He's like a rag doll in a social situation. Even when his family isn't there, he tries his best to stay invisible," Abagail pointed out.

Leeroy almost wanted to ask how his wife knew all of this from just seeing the boy a handful of times. However he also knew that she was very observant and paid close attention to Harry Potter because he was Hermione's best friend. He was someone who spent most of the year with his daughter, of course his wife would stare at him. It didn't help that they always waited in the car until he was picked up at the train station before they left. That walrus of a man who was his uncle was obviously hostile to the boy.

Leeroy tried to rationalize it the first time he saw him. Maybe he had a health problem, maybe he struggled to lose weight, maybe it was a hereditary thing. After seeing his family though he knew it wasn't. His son was just as large and often seen snacking in the car, his wife was thin, but well nourished. He tried to see the good, but came up short every time.

"So what would you have us do, Abagail?"

"Fight to adopt him. We could legally bring them to court for neglect after school lets out. We should wait a few weeks for the signs to show again, so there is physical proof. With the evidence stacking against them, he should be ours before the year is out," her eyes bore into her husband as she said this.

They knew their Hermione had a life debt to the boy. They knew he was her best friend. They knew he had a shitty home life and they could do something about it. If they did it when shit was going to hit the fan there would be a lower chance of the magical community knowing of his home transfer. With Hermione telling them about the upcoming war, they could live out of the country legally while keeping their English home listed as their current residence. The house would be empty, but they would be safe abroad. It was a wonderful idea, and above board.

"Why haven't you thought of this before?"

"I have been thinking about it. However you know taking in another child, let alone a teenager isn't something you do on a whim. Let alone one that is…" she struggled to find the proper word, "stunted. I'm sure he's been mentally and emotionally abused on top of being physically abused. He's going to have PTSD and it's not something just anyone can handle. He needs professional help, but with him being a wizard it would be extremely hard. I wanted to be sure that we would be well equipped to take care of him instead of trying to find someone else who would be able to do it for us. It was more detailed thought for him than it was for us. He needs the support and we have to be strong enough to support him. We have to do this legally so no wizard can claim that we didn't, we would have to have proper papers. Normally a case like that would take years, so many that they're usually almost an adult by the time the case is finished…" she looked at him in the corner of her eye, "I've been putting together a case since Hermione's second year. I've looked into every law and every avenue. I wanted to speak with you first before contacting a lawyer."

He looked at his wife in amazement. It was no wonder where Hermione got her brains and ideas. He grabbed his wife by the back of her hair and pulled her into a searing kiss. Abagail moaned lowly and kissed back just as hard.

"You are the most amazing woman, we will have custody of Harry Potter and help take care of him, we'll contact a lawyer tomorrow. For now let's go to bed," he said as he stood up and began to drag his complying wife by her hair to their room. She was practically purring the whole way.