I have Answers! I demand Questions!

by fvdv123

The granddaughter of Old Guy died and woke up in Hermione Granger. The poor lass has to prevent ending up in a Harem or worse, a reverse Harem! She is set to help Harry survive the Dursleys and Dumbledore. Cringe and Mary Sue are here as usual. Cliches, tropes, and avoiding old bastards are the main focus, mostly she is going to have fun answering all the Questions from Harry

1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer:

Mrs. J.K., This one kept on nagging in my mind, I hope the fans like it… I have them! There is no need for that pity look.

Previous:

Nothing yet.

1 Life gets interesting… or is it my Death is interesting?

Where do I begin? Oh, my name is Hermione Granger, at least now it is. The fact is that I used to be someone else, then I died. When I woke up I was in the body of a ten-year-old girl, I regressed ten years, can you believe that? I have to go through puberty all over again! Worse, I am In a storybook tale with no way to prove this is real or the afterlife.

I sure hope I am not in one of Gramps Fan Fictions, I would get shagged by Harry Potter and have to share him with a dozen of other girls. That old perv was a Fan Fiction Author with a focus on bloody big Harems… I bloody hope he isn't here in this one.

Anyway, I died. No Truck Kun or spectacular event, not even ROB, nope, I caught the tail end of COVID-19 and kicked Gramps imaginary bucket. I woke up as Hermione Granger just turned ten years old.

The memories were hard to swallow, she was severely bullied at school and by her cousins because of the strange events that happened around her. The good part? She has a killer memory! If it isn't Eidetic, then it is bloody close, She made my struggles through High school and College look like a joke, the hours I needed to cram a book into my head were done by her with just one reading.

Hermione caught pneumonia and was in hospital when I joined her body, did we merge or did I take over? I am not sure, I have never done this before, it took a week to get used to this body while I slowly recovered. How did I get pneumonia you ask? Rotten kids at school locked me out in the rain without my coat.

Well, I am here and I will take my pound of flesh to revenge Hermione… me. When I left the hospital, I needed one week at home to heal the last bits. It was time to get my bearings, first I had to check I was in Harry Potter's world, that was easy, I looked for Little Winging on the map of England, which was a made-up village name from J.K.

We were in luck, It was on the map, my next move was to phone the telephone company to get Harry's phone number. That confirmed that the Dursleys live at Privet Drive 4.

Xxxxx

Petunia opened the letter she took out of the mailbox, it was addressed to her.

Dear Mrs. Dursley,

It pains me to inform you that the treatment of your nephew will not go unpunished. Recently we found out that you are abusing your Nephew. That will stop NOW!

You have One chance to redeem yourself, that is to let Harry Potter sleep in a Bedroom instead of that cupboard under the stairs.

He has to eat and be clothed as a normal boy, you have to stop your husband and son from hurting Harry Potter, inside the house and outside, even in school. That means stop the Harry Hunting!

Why do I tell you that, you may ask? Harry Potter is a celebrity in our Society, if word comes out of his abuse, I doubt you will survive the punishment. You have until his eleventh birthday to set things straight or face retribution of the worst kind.

My advice? Teach your Husband and Son some manners and tell them what they can expect if they don't change.

A girl, Miss Hermione, will phone Harry once a week, if Harry is not allowed to talk to her, then the next people that will talk to Harry are ours and yours Child Services. Do not think Dumbledore will save you. And Mrs. Dursley, try to be a Normal human being instead of a freak monster. Make no mistake, Mrs. Dursley, what you are doing is at least five years in muggle prison, if you survive that long, even prisoners don't like child abusers.

Best regards, your neighborhood watch.

Xxxxx

Now, would that cow notice that the post stamp is from Hampstead Garden Suburb? Meh, this will get Harry a better treatment, or at least into a bedroom. I quite enjoyed threatening them with fire and brimstone, I doubt that it would work with sugarcoating my words.

What to do next… the Wizarding world is out, I have to wait for McGonagall to show up. Ah! I know it! Make Daddy rich! Hmm, how do I do that without him getting me exorcised… I am good with numbers, at least now I am, and I have thirty years of knowledge of the future in my mind, the Stock Market will do nicely. I spent a few days reading books on the topic and did some research when my parents were looking. I know, I read all of Gramps Fan Fictions after he died, he had a lot of great ideas.

One evening I posted myself on Dad's lap and puppy-eyed, "Daddy? I learned a lot about the Stock Market lately, can I try it out?"

Dad frowned, "What do you mean princess? How do you want to try it out?"

My puppy eyes are at maximum, "Simple, I want you to open an account with £10.000 and I will tell you in what companies to invest. If by next year this time I do not double your investment we will quit."

Dad chuckled, "So, you are certain you can double our money? £10.000 is a lot of money to play with, Princess."

I proudly told him, "I calculated it, Dad, we can easily afford the loss, and the investment is big enough to make a difference," I convinced him of my intention, "I will stop buying books this year."

Mum giggled, "Dan, for that alone I want to allow it, our girl without new books? That would be a first."

Dad caved in, "£10.000, Princess, if your portfolio goes under £5.000 I will pull the plug, do we have a deal?"

Dads are suckers for their little girl's hugs, after giving him a dose, Mum got hers too, us daughters need to balance that or there will be trouble in the household. Dad is for the expensive presents, Mum is my ally in buying new books.

Xxxxx

Back at school! Call me vindictive, but those bitches that locked me out got served within the week, along with that creepy teacher that allowed bullying.

With a smiling face I told the teacher in class, "Mr. Wiggling, I have been holding back, but that is over now. All these years I reduced my performance to get those jealous pricks off my back. Now that I noticed that you want stupid kids in your class I will take the advancement tests to skip a few years. You can keep these bullies, they won't amount more than to become prostitutes and junkies."

I turned around and went to the principal to arrange the tests. I looked back over my shoulder and gave a last shot, "With that disgusting character of yours, I bet no woman will stay with you for more than a few months."

Am I petty? Yeah. Do I care? Nope, not one bit. I just called some insults, I did not kill the brats.

Xxxxx

My first phone call to Harry was a bit awkward, "Hello, Mrs. Dursley, this is Hermione speaking, is Harry Potter available, please?" when it was silent on the other side I asked, "I hope you got that letter, we had to stop his Honorary Uncle from visiting, you might remember him, Remus Lupin, did I tell you he is a Werewolf?"

I heard her gasp, "I will fetch him." was her answer.

Har, "Hello? This is Harry Potter, who am I speaking with?"

Her, "Hello, Harry Potter, my name is Hermione Granger, you don't know me yet, but in a few years, we will be classmates. I am calling you to answer some of your questions. Questions your relatives refuse to answer. But first, what changed recently in your life at home? Are you out of that Cupboard yet?"

Har, "Did you arrange that? I am in the smallest bedroom now, I have new clothes and all! I got new glasses too."

Her, "What about food and how are your relatives treating you? Harry Potter, Do not keep secrets from me! I am the one that has to warn the adults, if you tell me nothing then we can't help you."

Har, "Well, I have a room and clothes, I even get to eat decent food, but they look at me as if I am a monster or something. Do you know why?"

Her, "I can, we are Magicians, Harry. Your parents were Wizard and Witch, you are a Wizard too. You must have noticed the strange things that happened sometimes? Turning a wig blue for example, or growing your hair back after your aunt cut it all off? Heal faster after a beating of your Uncle? That is Magic, Harry."

Har, "Did my parents die in a car crash, Hermione? They told me they died drunk in a car crash."

Her, "No, Harry, they died fighting a Dark Wizard, let me tell you that story…"

I gave Harry the summary of the events and ended with, "You were dropped on your Aunts' doorstep by Dumbledore, he is a powerful Wizard who thinks he has all the answers. We noticed he never checked up on you, or worse he knew how you were treated there. This ends now, we will keep a close watch, any abuse will be severely punished. This phone call allows you to report it. We will do the rest. Our time is up, until next week, goodbye, Harry Potter."

Har, "Goodbye, Hermione Granger, Thank you."

That got Potter sorted out, he is sleeping in the smallest bedroom, has new clothes, and is eating well. One phone call a week will keep them in line for now. Maybe I will visit him during Christmas break.

Xxxxx

I aced my advancement tests! I skipped two grades and got accepted in Secondary grade. Classes were easy though, I plan to skip a grade on Christmas again. If you have a few years of College on the counter, then Secondary grade is mind-numbing.

I encouraged Harry to buckle up and study harder, "Your parents were both highly intelligent, Harry, Your Mum was the smartest Witch of her time. Her scores were the highest from that decade. Getting poor grades to avoid beatings is over, Harry, if they protest you may tell them that the beatings you received will be love taps compared to what we can dish out. From now on I want you to do your best, nothing more, nothing less."

God Damned! I sound just like my Mum from my old life! She used to nag at me all the time. I needed her nags though, my memory was not that great, I had to study hard to get somewhere, it did not get me far though. I am pushing bloody Daisies, as Gramps used to say. I bet they put me beside him on the Burial ground.

Enough about those depressing thoughts, my investments are doing well, Dad thought he could teach me a lesson by losing £5.000, I am up to £15.000 already, I bet at Christmas he will have invested half of his savings, by then I will be at £20.000. Is this cheating? Nah, this is a genius at work.

Xxxxx

I tried Wandless Magic, to see if it works, it does, but somehow it only works when I want a book from a shelf. Summoning a book comes naturally, summoning something else does not work for shit. I have to watch my language, here, swearwords are frowned upon and reprimanded. Dad was a nitpicker on that. He is a Shakespeare fanatic and is strict about proper language.

I argued once with him, "But Dad, Shakespeare used no proper language either! Take his Midsummer Night's Dream, if you extrapolate it to our current standards, you could say it is like a dialect from Westminster. Admit it, all the double talk, hinting to carnal pleasures, he could have directed a dirty movie if he lived in the present time."

Dad did not speak for two days to me. I stopped the Shakespeare jokes, for now, Dad is touchy like that. I got Mum with Ballet, a respectable Art form these days, compare it with what used to be you can call it a striptease bar. Basically, they were showing their knickers to the customers. Mum did not speak to me for two days… Don't judge me! She put me in ballet class! Do you know how much it hurts to walk on your toes?

A bit before Christmas I showed my Magic Powers by demonstrating my summoning skills, "Dad, I think this is Magic, Telekinesis works differently, I can only summon these books to me, Telekinesis would be able to put them back. At school, I pushed some bullies away from me when they got me angry or scared. Mum? Do you remember when I changed the color of my skirt? That was not Telekinesis at all."

Dad looked thoughtfully at me, "I heard my Grandfather once say that his grandfather was a Wizard. There must be some truth in it. Maybe it skips a few generations."

Mum gasped, "Great, Great Aunty Brown was a Witch too! She used to do party tricks at family gatherings."

I speculated, "Maybe it is because it came from both sides that I got it too? Could it be that there are more Wizards and Witches? A whole community? That means the Witch hunters were hunting real witches and they went into hiding."

Dad shrugged, "If there is one, they will find us no doubt. If there is one, they have been hiding their presence well."

Xxxxx

I advanced a year after Christmas, I plan to finish my secondary education before Hogwarts. All I have to do now is to find a way to connect to Harry without raising suspicions, it is a half-hour drive to Little Winging, too far away for a casual meeting.

Harry is happy now, even when they treat him like a dangerous animal, he got decent food, a room, and his grades are in the top five. Best of all, the beatings stopped. That was a topic Gramps ranted about with SI stories that started in Harry's early years, a phone call or letter will make Harry's life so much better. If a Hogwarts letter can get him a bedroom, why not send him a letter as soon as possible? Right, to keep Canon going, or they didn't care.

At Easter I skipped a grade again, by now I am updating my knowledge, details I missed in my previous life are memorized by reading the Course books from cover to cover, Eidetic memory rules! Now that I am the smallest kid in class, they don't bully me, I trained my puppy eyes and my pouting lips into killer weapons, there is no defense against them.

I tuned old Hermione's bad habits down though, not completely, the urge to answer every question they ask in class is so deep-rooted in my Genes that I have to actually bite my tongue to stop me from shouting the answers. I made it into a five-second rule, if nobody raises their hand within five seconds, that answer is mine!

Ah, bite me! I enjoy being the smartest kid in class, I was mediocre in my old life, do you know how good it feels to know every answer? Ah, you do? As I said, bite me!

My investments are progressing fine, we are at £35.000 for me, Dad doubled his investments, he only started after Christmas and can't stop smiling when he checks his investments.

Xxxxx

Harry started to ask questions, "Hermione? If I am so famous in the Wizarding world, why did they put me with my Aunt? Was there no one else to take me in?"

I answered, "That is a difficult question to answer, Harry. You see, that man who tried to kill you had a lot of supporters in high places. A lot of them avoided Azkaban with bribes and big donations to charities. Most of them think you are responsible for their bad luck and will hurt you if they get half a chance."

I sighed, "And yet you could have been raised by a Wizarding family. The man that put you here is very powerful, he is the Headmaster of the school, he is the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, compare it with the parliament, and he is the Supreme Mugwump of the ICW. That can be compared with the Chairman of the United Nations. When your parents died he took control over you and neglected all the laws and regulations to put you with your aunt."

I apologized, "Even now we can not take you away from your Aunt without good cause. That is why we took action this way and forced your relatives to treat you better. Don't tell this information to your Aunt or you will end up back in your cupboard."

I tried to make him feel better, "Stay put, Harry, we are working on a solution, but it will take a long time. We are exploring different possibilities to solve your problems, don't give up hope."

Changing the subject was easy, "How was your school report, Harry? Did you get good grades?"

Harry chuckled, "Top of my class except for PE, I am still too skinny and lack strength."

I cheered, "That is great! I ended first too! Oh, that reminds me, my parents and I will be on holiday for three weeks starting next Friday. So I will not be able to call you… and… blast it! I almost forgot to tell you! Dumbledore posted a spy in your neighborhood. That Cat lady Fig. I don't know how much she reported to Dumbledore on how your relatives treated you. You better don't mention us to her, just to be on the safe side."

Harry swore, "That sneaky woman and her smelly cats! She could have at least treated me better when she was babysitting me! I will be on guard, Hermione, thank you for warning me, and have a nice holiday."

Xxxxx

Aaaahh, this is the life for me! Three weeks all-in in a five-star hotel in France! Getting pampered by the staff, swimming in the pool, sunbathing on the beach, yep, in Monokini! Not that there was something to be proud of yet, they just started to grow. Anyway, it was a good place to unwind. Dad splurged a bit and went high class on everything, the profits from his investments allowed it.

It was a big change from my old life when I went to a nature reserve with my parents in a camper. Although I would trade it in a second to get it back. Meh, both sides were great, I just have to accept there is no way to return to my old life, I shed enough tears over it.

We enjoyed these three weeks, no stress or school, no late-night emergency patients, no Wizarding World. And I am getting a nice tan. Too bad it ended too fast.

Xxxxx

The last week of August, we got a visit from McGonagall, she was easily recognized by her clothes, forty years out of date, "Miss Hermione Granger? Can I speak with your parents please?"

I shook my head, "I am afraid you can't madam, both are at work and will arrive home at six. Can I ask what it is about?"

McGonagall answered, "That is best discussed with your parents, Miss Granger, I will have to come back at six."

"Make it at seven, Madam," I called after her, "We have dinner from six to six thirty and do the dishes afterward."

Stiffly, McGonagall nodded, "Very well, I'll return at seven o'clock."

At dinner, I mentioned the visit to my parents, "Today a strange lady came at the door and asked for you, I told her to come back at seven o'clock. She is a bit strange, she looks like an old school teacher but her clothes are from the fifties. She didn't look poor though, she just seems to have a strange fashion sense."

Dad guessed, "We have to wait and see what she wants, probably asking for a donation for some theater costume department. I am listed as a member of the Shakespeare Society, and often they send me letters asking for a contribution. They hardly make house calls though."

At seven, McGonagall knocked on the door, Dad opened the door, "Yes, Madam? Can I help you?"

McGonagall answered, "I am Professor McGonagall, and am here to offer your daughter a place in our school."

Dad was confused, "You are a bit late for that, Professor, my daughter is already in a good Secondary school, she will start her fourth year next week. Changing schools will reflect negatively on her studies, and her current one has an excellent program. Good day, professor."

McGonagall raised her hand to stop Dad from closing the door, "Our school is especially for the gifted, Mr. Granger, tell me, didn't something happen around your daughter that can not be explained normally? Something that only can be explained as Magic?"

Dad looked her up and down, "So, there is a hidden world of Magic users, what does your school have to offer?"

McGonagall looked around, "Maybe it is best to discuss this inside."

Dad let her in the living room and offered some tea. Once we all sat down with a cup, McGonagall came to the point, "As you guessed, there is a Magical society, we hid ourselves after the Witch hunts. Sometimes a boy or girl from the Muggles is born with Magic, we offer them a place in our school to study Magic and are welcomed in our world as educated Wizards or Witches."

Mum asked, "What in God's name are Muggles? Is that your name for us? That is insulting and degrading, to say the least! Are you really a Professor?"

McGonagall sighed, I bet she met our kind of people, intelligent ones, "I am afraid that this is what we call you for centuries, it is so ingrained that it is hard to change. To be honest, it is best that your daughter comes to our school, untrained witches can do a lot of damage when their magic gets out of control. If you refuse to let your daughter attend our school, our laws dictate that we have to bind her Magic."

Dad looked suspiciously at McGonagall, "What is the catch, there is always a catch."

McGonagall nodded, "Binding a witch's Magic will shorten her lifespan, it will also change her behavior substantially. It is in her best interest that she attends Hogwarts."

Dad shook his head, "I am not yet convinced that your school is best for my daughter, for example, did you know that your clothes have been out of fashion for almost a half century? Is everything in your world so backward? There must be other schools she can go to?"

McGonagall looked at her outfit, "There is nothing wrong with the way I dress myself, Mr. Granger, I like this outfit and am comfortable in it."

Dad nodded, "Said the caveman about his animal hide. To me it is clear you are stuck in time, I wonder if that school is stuck in time too."

I interrupted, it was clear that Dad took offense to being called a Muggle and was taking it out on McGonagall, "Madam McGonagall, are there classes that teach children like me about the Woozle world?"

McGonagall turned to me, "It is the Wizarding World, Miss Granger. No, there are no classes about our world for Muggleborn."

I shook my head, "We like to be called the Human World, Madam McGonagall, muggleborn sounds insulting to us, it probably is meant to insult, isn't it?"

McGonagall nodded, "That is the trend lately that the children of the mugg… human world find that term insulting, I can not change it myself I'm afraid."

Let's get down to business, "What books do I need? Where can we buy them? And where is that school? How long must I attend that school?"

McGonagall asked, "It will take seven years, but you can leave after five years. To be clear, you will come to Hogwarts?"

I shrugged, "I don't have any other choice, is it? Binding my Magic doesn't sound pleasant to me, you could have come sooner though, a week before school starts is cutting it short."

McGonagall shook her head, "No, Miss Granger, it is for next year, I visit the students that have their birthday in September and October in the last week from August, the ones from November and December I visit on the Christmas break. The school supplies can be bought at Diagon Alley in London, I can guide you there next Thursday. Here is a pamphlet with information."

Mum said, "We work on weekdays, if you explain how to get there we will go by ourselves."

McGonagall was happy to explain where we had to be and how to get in, even where we could exchange our money. I think she is glad to get rid of us, at last, she presented a stack of papers to sign, "These are the acceptance contracts you must sign to attend Hogwarts. Sign here please."

Dad chuckled, "Not so fast, Professor, us Muggles were not born in the stone age, we read the fine print first. Can we have the address of your school? We will mail the contract after we study it. Her school starts next year, so there is no hurry at all."

McGonagall nodded with a stiff lip, "You can, Mr. Granger, just send the contract with an owl, they will find the school with no problem."

Dad was slack-jawed, "Come again? You mean I have to tie these contracts on the leg of an owl? The nocturnal bird kind of owl? Like a carrier pigeon?"

McGonagall was almost at the end of her rope, she did not like to be questioned about every facet of the Wizarding world and its sanity, "We have used postal owls for over two thousand years, Mr. Granger, you can buy one in Diagon Alley or use one from the postal office. Our owls are specially trained to deliver our mail. They use Spatial Magic to shorten their flight, a trip from London to Scotland takes no more than ten minutes."

Dad was surprised, "Oh, that is something else, I felt sorry for that bird to haul a stack of papers across the country. Alright, we will look into it and mail you our answer, Madam McGonagall."

Xxxxx

McGonagall left after she gave us the shopping list and the Muggleborn information booklet. We discussed the rest of the evening what the best course of action would be, finally, I commented, "I feel that those are pushy people who look down on people without Magic, but I think I have no other choice than to study Magic."

Dad sighed, "Let's go to that Alley on Saturday, and decide there."

I hugged Dad, "Don't worry, Daddy, life just got a bit more interesting."