DISCLAIMER: HP belongs to JKR. The story line and all new characters, new character development, new developments are my intellectual property.

A/n So here we go again. As long as there is interest. Hermione is neither bad nor naughty, she is a child with many powers and way to smart. Children are bound to do their own,s

Azkaban and Unwanted Attention

Grant asked Hermione to stay. He pulled his daughter to him; he wanted to reassure her. Jeanie moved so that she too was eye-level with the five year-old campaigner.

"Mimi, this might be a little scary, but your Mommy and I, as well as all your uncles and aunties aren't going anywhere, okay?"

The little girl on his lap nodded her head. She never forgot how much she was loved. Her daddy was the 'bestest,' at everything. That included keeping her, Dwaco, Arry, Frankie, and everyone else safe, just like the Mommies and Uncle Lucius also did. Even if she felt scared, she had nothing to be afraid of.

Grant continued. "Remember how you try to see where Opa Gellert is? We are trying to find the place where Uncle Sirius used to be." Lucius showed her the map that Alastor had brought them.

Although, it was time to locate Rodolphus' stand-in, Grant and Jeanie were more than reluctant.

Grant had consulted with his father who had told him, in no uncertain terms, "She is my grandchild; a very young child and don't you forget that!"

His father had spoken in an uncommonly harsh tone, and his mother, had held his arm reassuringly, calming him down.

His father took a deep breath and continued, "I can accept that we are magical beings, and that she is exceptionally gifted; but you don't have the right to endanger her for anyone, not even for me. Whereas I am grateful for the healing magic, this goes beyond. What if she sees something she shouldn't?"

He had to stop and drink water to calm before continuing.

"I worked with prisoners of war, and the horrors I saw, and the things I heard, were too awful to talk about. The fortuitous arrival of your mother at the camp, kept my mind sane."

Grant could see how it was affecting his father and was having second thoughts.

"Yes, son, I have never forgot them, and it was only until recently when they stop intruding my mind; and all thanks to my grandchildren's amazing magic; and make no mistake, each of the little ones is my grandchild; Draco is also mine. Do you want any of them, and specifically Mimi, to see those horrors first hand?"

His father and mother were both distressed and sat quietly holding hands. Grant observed with some shame, how his serious and reserved father, dried a few tears running down his cheek.

Although, Jeanie was of the same opinion, all it took was a look at Kelly sitting on Rabastan's lap and Rodolphus holding her hand, leaning on her, their love was obvious to all. The Lestranges were part of her family, and she had to believe the risk would be negligible.

Jeanie had made a decision, whereas conflicted and with great reluctance, she agreed to let Hermione help.

She stared into Grant's eyes, while holding his hand, and, then, she turned to face her daughter, "Darling, your dad and I will be here by your side, make sure you do what you are told, and promise you will obey. We don't want you to get hurt."

She looked into her child's beautiful eyes, so full of innocence, courage and intelligence, knowing she was very curious, and a child can only promise so much.

"I promise, I'll try, I will," Hermione promised and this time she knew she must obey, unless she could take a tiny little peek, just one, carefully.

Stormy Times- Red Eyes

Wallburga sat next to Rodolphus who had the young witch on his lap, and held Hermione's hand reassuringly. None of them felt good about doing this, especially Rodolphus; thus, the tension could be felt around the room.

A noise at the door, and Draco broke in. He literarily burst in, somehow he tore the door handle; his fangs were showing, and his hair was wild.

At his sight, Lucius ran and picked him up in his arms. He activated a silencing charm while Draco fought him. He was angry. "Mimi, Mimi, a mustern is going to get her. Let me down," He screamed and bit Lucius hard.

They needed to maintain the silence to bring Hermione safely out from where she was at. The eyes of the room occupants went from Hermione to Draco.

"Son, settle down," Narcissa begged while staying away, a little afraid. She knew how a Veela could behave when he sensed distress from their mate. The Grangers were no less concerned by Draco's reaction, and anxiously waited for the ordeal to be over.

Lucius had no other option but to hold his young son and try to appease him. His hand, where Draco had bitten him, was hurting.

Meanwhile, Hermione concentrated, and she saw a large building, made out cement block. As in other occasions, Mimi made sure to stay unseen. In her mind's eye she 'saw' the room with the man who was the double for Uncle Dolphus. And curiosity made her go into the forbidden place.

She couldn't smell, but she supposed it was smelly since the people she saw seemed unwashed. The place was dark, dirty with rats scurrying around, and she wanted to scream.

The rats were scary but not as bad as the form flying wearing a cloak. It went right next to her. Was it a ghost? She stretched her small arm to touch it, it wasn't a ghost. He might had red eyes and made her afraid. She was floating as usual but no longer invisible.

The Dementor felt warmth for the first time on his existence, and the hunger for life's essence dissapeared. It had seen and felt an extraordinary being, and it wanted more. He saw her energy trail, saved the image and started to search time and space, and tried to follow her.

The red eye thing was after her, oh dear. She wished herself back and a pretend 'door' appeared, she went thru, closed fast, and she opened her eyes.

During Hermione's visible stint, others saw the flying 'Angel,' guards and inmates included, as well as a couple of Aurors. They'd witnessed the blond curly hair 'angel.' Several had practiced the old religion long ago. Those fell on their knees and swore never to do wrong. The legend of the Azkaban Angel coming to take the souls of the Dead, had begun.

Even Bellatrix heard about the angel. However, she wasn't impressed, she snorted, "Yes, it came to take Rabastan's and my cousin's souls to a very boring place." She didn't know how close she had been to the real truth

Hermione was 'back' in the drawing room and opened her eyes. She was pale and shaking. Draco saw her eyes open and fought Lucius to get down.

As before, she showed them, it was in the North Sea, in a cluster of islands, "There is a very dirty man, looks like you," Hermione touched Rodolphus' face, "No dear, he isn't you. I will show you. Hmm, it is dark and spooky."

She bit her lip, "Maybe I saw a nasty ghost with red eyes. He might have seen me, 'cause' he was maybe chasing me."

She started shaking really hard, but still, "It's better if I show you," the valiant little witch offered.

She seemed very afraid. Draco's eyes were dilated with fear as well. He hadn't seen what she had but could feel her terrible fear, and wanted to protect her.

They all said at once, "No, no, don't go there, back up." Those who knew all about Dementors were scared for her.

Rabastan talked too loud. "No stay away from the Dem...from there. Darling stop." His voice was anguished.

He looked at Sirius who had made the connection. A Dementor had seen their Pixie. What could happen? They were afraid for her.

Wallburga, who was touching her head, saw more and clearly. She saw the location, the cell, and what she had seen.

Then she bent and kissed Hermione's forehead, "Darling, you must forget about what you heard today, and what you did for us. It will be better that way." At once Hermione's face relaxed all the tension gone.

Narcissa nodded and touched Draco's forehead with her wand.

Jeanie was about to complain, she had realized what Wallburga was doing, and was upset. She didn't want anyone in her daughter's head, and mostly she didn't anyone tampering with the contents.

This had been a terrible error. However, when Jeanie heard Hermione's voice, she was glad it had been done. She hadn't seen Grant nodding to Wallburga. Just as Narcissa had done she held her tongue, for now.

"Mommy, I am tired, I am taking a nap. I liked the story of the rescue that Antie Wally told me." She saw Draco, so Lucius put him in on the floor, and he ran to Hermione who hugged him. Her peaceful attitude made him serene.

They all looked at each other and wondered. Jeanie picked her up in her arms and left the room with her mother and father behind her. Narcissa followed towing along with Draco in her arms. The tension was thick.

Lucius stood by Grant and held his shoulder, both were distressed. At that very moment, Lucius was unhappy, thinking if something should pass and injured and kill Hermione, his son was dead for all purposes, and he knew that this must not happen again.

"Mother, you should have asked for permission before touching the child a second time." Sirius was crossed and afraid that his new friends would be displeased.

He waited for Hermione to be outside the room. Wallburga faced Grant, her face was taut, and she appeared distraught. Grant waited to hear her answer.

"Do you want her to remember Azkaban? It was fast, she was there, I couldn't believe it. She saw a Dementor, and not sure, but she might have touched it."

"The red eye ghost?" A gasp of horror escaped many lips.

She nodded, "I must tell you, something is certain, the thing saw her. I think that she was visible. I don't know what it means."

She saw the young wizards also wondering, it probably meant nothing. She continued, "She would have been scarred for life. We need to learn to be careful what we say around them. Be glad that I am experienced."

Sirius was still upset, maybe with a good reason, erasing the total memory made Hermione forget and wouldn't[" be on guard

"You should know, I told Grant that I would show her a modified version of what I saw in Alastor's mind. Then, I removed this morning's memory, when she overheard, and the one a second ago; and yes, I will ask next time."

She turned towards Sirius again.

"We had to use my abilities with you and Regulus more than once. With Voldemort around, it was harrowing at the best of times. Please excuse me Grant, it was wrong of me."

Grant had developed a deep affection for the stiff Pureblood, she was making an effort to change, and he couldn't blame her. He walked up and gave her a hug, "You did nothing wrong. You told me, and that was just like asking, so, thanks."

Wallburga's heart was moved. During the last months she had grown in many ways, and wanted to stay with them, this was a new life for her.

The solitude and the pain had lasted too long. She well knew that second chances were rare, and didn't want to waste them.

Lucius also spoke, "Both Wallburga and Sirius are correct, however, I must add, unless there is a life in danger, we must not use the children under any other circumstance." He thought of his next words.

"Draco was ready to kill any of you, and you might think he cannot do harm, but he can, and would not be a positive experience for him. If something would had happened to Hermione, his life would also suffer. We need to remember for everyone's sake."

For a few minutes everyone was silent. As soon as they did, Grant and Wallburga got ready to do whatever they would be able to accomplish, to help Rodolphus.

Once again, everyone gathered. Wallburga sat by Grant, and he held her hand. She closed her eyes, and in one moment she was in the room with everyone, the next they were 'inside' a dark place.

Wallburga and Grant could feel the presence of Dementors hovering, and it made them seriously afraid. Grant couldn't believe the medieval conditions of this prison.

There was a great commotion, several voices were clamoring a mighty sighting, many were making claims of a young angel; it was chaos.

Azkaban was barely a step above a dungeon, or maybe even worse. The walls were moldy, and the floors were made of stone, the place was right out of a horror flick.

They worked fast; they were able to get into the brain of the prisoner. Next they ordered him to take the potion to change him back to himself.

Then Wallburga, imprinted a command in one of the guards she had seen in Alastor's mind. The guard came and removed the other wizard to his cell.

The inmate was confused as to what he was doing in another's cell; but the guard told him to shut up, minutes later neither the guard, nor the prisoner could remember a thing. Strangely, both had seen the 'angel' and that memory remained. It was no longer a memory but a deep belief, a life changing experience.

During Grant's and Wallburga's short time in Azkaban, a new bond of friendship and care was established between the two of them. Both had acquired a considerable degree of compassion for Sirius and the Lestranges, and the vision would give them both nightmares for a long time to come.

Grant could swear a Dementor, but different, saw them. He thought that it had reached out to touch him. He looked around, afraid that 'IT,' had come with them.

They all decided that whenever they would met in the future, they would choose a room with only a table and chairs, with no place for the children to hide. And they would also make sure they were under tight supervision.

They would be vigilant of what was said around them. They all had learned a hard lesson.

No one outside their circle knew the location of their hiding place; nevertheless, the Aurors would certainly look at Lestrange's home, in Normandy. Their other homes was both Unplotted and only known to a few, but for now they needed to stay where they were at.

Their operation was successful. To the guards Rodolphus appeared to have escaped from Azkaban, and consequentially he would be hunted. During the next months he would need to lie even lower..

A resolution not to use the children in any future endeavors and to be more alert, was agreed upon.

Draco and Hermione took a nap next to each other; Draco was at peace touched by a mild forgetfulness charm that Narcissa had casted over him.

Poor little Veela, he was so possessive, and life would upset him more than once. Jeanie and Narcissa stood by each other. "They are beautiful." Jeanie looked at Narcissa, and she nodded, both smiled with worry clouding their eyes.

Meanwhile a strange being was following a faint trail thru time and space. As It traveledrear changed, taking shape and form. All II wanted, was to find the warmth that It had felt in Azkaban, an to stay close by its source, the one they were calling an angel. It would do it, even if IT had to hide. Why eat souls and fear when you could be warm and feel something different, it was like a drug. IT would need to make sure nothing happen to the angel one.

A/n several changes from the original, they will make the story neater. Setting up the stage. Let me hear from you. I keep this and other stories going for you, and as long as there is interest. A Dementor, yikes...