[a/n] I do note the concerns with #92, such as HandsOffMYWolfie , who points out "Lucius' line about-'see you at work' was movie only" That's fine, I'll use either since both are canon.

[a/n] No doubt the evile pair will get up to something again, just don't have anything on the plate yet.

[a/n]Another Guest offering "Harry doesn't go back to Dursleys after first year? Maybe his muggleborn friend invites him"

Harry Does Different DVIa

Hermione Granger and the Prisoner of Privet

After splitting off from their Pureblood friends, Harry and Hermione pushed their carts along the aisle between Platforms 9 & 10. They covered a little distance before someone called the young witch's name. she waved and replied "Here Mum! C'mon Harry I want you to meet her."

"Hullo dear" she greeted the approaching kids "and you must be the infamous Harry Potter. Michelle Granger."

The boy giggled nervously "I think it goes; anything you may have heard, ma'am, is greatly exaggerated." He tolerated the swat from one Granger more readily than the scowl from the other "I'm not a troublemaker, it just seems to …ahh… find me."

"Oh Harry!" she threw her arms about him, squeezing tightly.

He was rescued, loosely speaking, by a male yell "Quit with the chit, boy! I've wasted too much time here already!"

"Chit is it?" Mrs. Granger was immediately defensive, though restrained by her daughter. Nor could she keep from frowning at the boy.

Sensitive to emotions, Harry apologized "Sorry about him. Don't know how to be different, I think."

"Best not keep your uncle waiting." The woman said curtly and tugged on her daughter's elbow.

Harry had a bad feeling about that.

Abcij

"Potter! Get down here! NOW!" Aunt Petunia yelled, easily penetrating the walls to Dudley's second bedroom. That there were visitors present hadn't sunk in, rolling his eyes he demanded "Wha'd'ya want?"

She snapped back "See what he's like, Dr. Granger?"

"Indeed." The small but solidly built man replied "You have my regrets, Mrs. Dursley. What I have to discuss with you is not for their ears. Hermione, take your friend for a walk, but make sure to be back within a half hour."

Harry was gobsmacked. He just stood there. His witch friend was the ABSOLUTE LAST person he expected to appear at #4 Privet. He didn't even hear the curt order the man issued, nor her followup urging. Only after he was all but literally pulled outside did he speak "Hermione! What are you doing here? How did you get …well obviously the BMW… and it is great to see you. BUT- -"

"Well done, my friend." The girl quipped back "You managed one of my ramblings. To answer them all, Mum was not angry at you last week. But rather your uncle. By the time we got home that evening she had as much an understanding of your home life as I knew. Mum and Dad then guessed some more and I couldn't see any reason they weren't right. So, if it is not too presumptuous, we …I… would prefer you at my house for the summer."

He seized her by the shoulders, not knowing older males would likely kiss a girl in this moment, just howled a cheer a shook her a couple times "Hermione! This is at least as good a moment as Hagrid telling me I'm a wizard! Think I can leave today? Now?"

"Eager much? Are we?" her tone was lightly scornful "We'll see what Daddy worked out when we get back." Then, grabbing his elbow, cautioned "Ah-ah-ah. I'll tell you what he plans to say, AND what you should do when we get back. WHILE we LEISURELY goto that park you mentioned. Should be just about right. Come!"

Harry had a bad feeling about that.

Abcij

"Thank you, Mrs. Dursley." Hermione's father accepted a cup of tea set before him on the kitchen table, taking a generous drink "I am here to discuss a problem we share. In short, your nephew."

Immediately defensive, Petunia interjected "I really have little to do with him, Mr. Granger. In fact he is at a boarding school nine months of the year. So- -"

"I am aware of Hogwarts, Mrs. Dursley." He cut in coolly "My daughter is a witch. And it is DOCTOR Granger. DDS. My practice, in partnership with my wife, is in Kensington."

This almost knocked Petunia off her chair. She'd been berating herself for feeling attraction to who she thought was one of those freaks. Her assumption was completely wrong "I beg your pardon DOCTOR Granger." She apologized profusely and emphasized the honorific. "Well, we do have that in common. But please, help me understand, I have no desire to involve we Dursleys …meaning my son, husband, and of course myself… in something quite distressing to us. What has Potter done?"

"I do not understand, but your affairs are of course your own." Replied Ian, the answer did not surprise him "After some settling in pains, Hermione's letters filled with stories of a nice boy who saved her from an accident. From your comment, I can assume you are aware their accidents differ from ours?"

That she completely agreed with "Oh absolutely! Nor are they especially informative. Especially if you're not one of their special group."

"ON that you and I completely agree, Mrs. Dursley." He was totally honest there, then shifted to his purpose "My wife, as you may imagine, is more in tune with my daughter than i. but, once explained, it became obvious what the danger was. See, your nephew is what is colloquially known as a bad boy, which is oddly attractive to the preteen, sorry in Hermione's case teen, female. Witch or normal."

Petunia sighed "I do wonder where my Dudley will fit in that mix. Same age. But, about Potter?"

"Indeed." Ian dismissed her son's upbringing "I do not have unlimited time. A scheme we have is, hopefully, mutually beneficial. After learning Hermione is a witch, we determined that she should make the most of every educational opportunity. My wife and I feel any relationship with THIS boy would be a detriment to that."

The hostess could not guess how anything relating to The Freak could benefit her, nevertheless showing interest, she queried "Can you clarify please? Understand …that while he is a burden we did not seek… Vernon and I do bear parental responsibility."

"I've no doubt, Mrs. Dursley." Ian thought the comment quite slick on her part "And note, I am not here as the raging father. But, in our profession, Michelle and I have to be child psychologists as well. There is a well-documented premise that boys and girls, even if entirely unrelated, spending much time under the same roof will develop a sibling relationship. Would you allow us to host young Potter for the duration of Hogwarts summer holidays? We will …you might say… kill him with kindness. Do family activities that encourage brother/sister behavior and decidedly NOT what would lead to what might distract from education."

The plot produced mixed feelings for Petunia. Her wheels spun through the delight of essentially removing Potter from her home all but totally, but warred with the notion of him going somewhere he might actually be happy. But, long used to deceit regarding the boy, she improvised very cleverly "While his blood aunt, and therefore the ultimate decider, I think I should consult with my husband before committing. There does not seem to be any harm in your scheme Dr. Granger. You can assure me he would be well treated?"

"At this delicate inflection point, Mrs. Dursley, we wish to prune and shape your developing bush of a nephew." He gave a conspiratorial half-bow "So that none of his branches ever consider laying a leaf on his sister, if you catch my meaning."

Petunia could not help herself, she laughed "Sort of a joke that only you will ever get. Dr. Granger, this is a scheme that I cannot help but approve. As I said, my husband should certainly have an opportunity to offer his thoughts, but it does seem like we all win."

"Excellent!" Ian enthused "And if I may be so bold? We could inch the children into the whole situation by me taking young Harry home now. Tell them it is a week long sleepover, or somesuch. Assuming your husband approves, we can just come by in a few days to collect the rest of his belongings. If not, the kids do not need to know differently."

Everything the man said simply delighted Harry's aunt. Even the thought of it being a trick of some kind did not even form "As I said, Ian, if I may be so bold, everything you have said makes a great deal of sense. And you have my permission for the week, certainly my leaning in favor of the remaining summer. Thinking ahead, would you have a problem delivering Harry for the trip to …that school… in September?"

"Naturally" he promised "remember, my daughter is making the same trip. Mrs. Dursley, I am glad we had this chat, and that we could agree."

This was a remarkably good arrangement for all. Everyone involved came away feeling they'd gotten something over on someone else. Though the only real victim was the unintentional one that spent every moment he could in Dudley's second bedroom waiting for Harry Potter to show up.