WELL. That took longer than expected. Anyone who read the previous iteration I have changed a lot. From this point forward it's a different path, and I couldn't be more excited. to be honest it was kind of last minute inspiration that got me to this point as I was struggling knowing i didn't like what I did last time but couldn't figure out how to change it for the better. To some who have voiced concerns, this is not a harry becomes A better and brutal new dark lord. I know what he did to his Uncle, I know I have some dark moments but if you're hoping for a new dark lord serries this is not it, i'm sorry. As always i run off attention and caffeine and Attention is free so please leave those reviews and don't be afraid to send messages about this story or my others. Please enjoy.

Harry shriveled up into a ball trying to put pressure on his body but the pain was still getting to him. "Meany!" Harry accidentally shouted, with so much pain at once was getting to him. "I need something for pain." Harry said through gritted teeth this time keeping his voice down.

"I already hasy the potion." The elf said, finally stepping toward his master. And levitated the potion from around his back toward Harry.

"What happened in there, Meany?" Harry asked still through gritted teeth the potion untouched in his hands.

"I's don't know master Potter. Willy is already looking into it and will tell us soon." Meany said to Harry.

With a grunt from Harry Meany popped out of the room to the basement.

With Harry alone he sat up again, taking a few deep breaths before he downed the potion in hand. It took about a minute for the potion to finally kick in, but the taste was terrible and instant.

With nothing else to do but wait, he just sat there in silence as he ran through everything in his head. His grandfather wants to talk to him. His parents are in a vault, though he still couldn't wrap his head around the idea that his parents were living in Godric's hollow. When they had this. He's married to Hermione at least toward the goblins, though with how they were flirting she has feelings for him. It's not just because she's a reward from death.

He let out a sigh, and leaned backwards laying on his bed. Staying like that for a while, running through ideas. Sirius and Greengrass were the two that went through his head the most. Hermione wanted to save her from Draco, and Malfoy was using the Black fortune, Sirius's Fortune.

He must have fallen asleep because without any warning he was being shaken away by Betsy with a tray of food in the air by the bed. The smell hit him hard and his stomach grumbled loudly. "Dinner time already?" Harry asked, sitting up.

"Past normal time for it, but listening to Lady's orders have to make you eat." Betsy said, the food is getting set down on a night table.

"Thank you, what is dinner?" He asked peering over at the tray which only showed some kind of stew and some bread.

"Beef stew, with bread."

"Thank you." And with that the house elf popped away letting Harry eat alone. Though as he ate with vigor the thoughts and ideas he had before passing out started to go through his mind again.

After he finished the meal, leaving only crumbs of bread and streaks in the bowl, he sprang forward, getting off the bed. Moving toward the door to the hallway. Sirius is alive, and he can claim his home and vaults if he wasn't locked up and he knew that he was innocent. Though the fact that he has no idea on how to actually help him. But a more political person could. Since it was so close it was quick to burst open the door into the study, where files were still all over the desk in about six different piles. "Grandfather!" Harry barked out when the door opened.

"Still with no manners I see boy?" Charles responded as he sat puffing on a pipe.

Harry's anger flared as he used the pet name the Dursleys always used. "Call me that one more time and ill see how fire resistant that portrait is." Harry warned with an evil glint in his eyes.

The room stayed quiet as the two were just looking at each other like that. Charles is still puffing on the pipe. Finally he was the one that backed off first. "Sorry Lord Potter. What can an old man like myself help with?" Charles asked, irritation evident in his voice.

"Sirius Black. My godfather is locked in Azkaban." Harry is irritated but doesn't want to verbally fight with the old man.

"Yes, Meany read me the papers when it happened. I still don't know what to think of that man. I treated him like a son." The pipe in his mouth smokes from the bowel from not being puffed on, enough.

"He's innocent, and I need your help to free him." Harry said as he pulled out his wand and cast wingardium leviosa on the chair behind the desk in front of the portrait. He sat down as his knees started to ache, the potion helped with pain but his body was still strained from that steam.

Charles scoffed at the declaration of Sirius's innocence. "He was tried by the full wizengamot court. I assure you… Young man. That he is NOT innocent." Charles said, stressing the word Not, as well as catching his mistake as he was about to call Harry boy again.

"There was never a Trial, and the wizengamot did not meet the minister at the time and wanted to sweep it under the rug. Sirius wasn't even the secret keeper, so they didn't even investigate it." Harry argued but knowing he won't be able to get through without actual evidence. "Fine! I'm not asking anymore. As lord you will help me free Sirius Black, or at the very least show me a lawyer that is loyal to the Potter family." Harry Ordered, wanting his godfather freed. Last time he barely saw the man, always off for the order or told not to contact Harry by Dumbledor. But now he can fix it, and in doing so he can fix Daphne's problem before it gets too bad.

Harry took a deep breath steadying himself. "I can't tell you how, but I know on our family's name that he is innocent." Harry said glaring at the portrait.

Charles taped the ashes out of the pipe and put more tobacco in it. With a snap of his fingers a spark ignited the tobacco. "You're worse than James at politics." Charles said simply. "You wear your emotions freely, I can see the hope on your face. I'll make you a deal Lord Potter. I'll help you to the full ability I can, and if it shows that he is indeed guilty. He will get pushed into the vail, and then you will become the Politician that this Family desperately needs." Charles laid out for Harry.

"And if you're wrong? What would I get in return?" Harry asked, staring at the man in the portrait.

Charles kept on smoking his pipe staring back at Harry thinking of what he could give Harry of equal value. "A company worth Millions." Charles said thinking the number would knock Harry on his ass.

"You obviously don't have access to our books anymore. I already have that. And then some." Harry retorted back trying his best not to smirk. But when he saw Charles's face twisted in anger he couldn't help it.

"Yes, my father was right to trust the goblins. We are well set, yes the goblins probably take more then you would like. Honestly I'm thinking of giving them more." Harry continued to talk. "No, I want it all." Harry said full on smirking up at the portrait. "Not the money, I don't know how to use it. I want full control. I want this house, I want all our family has, I want to know if our family has any magic that is secret. There is a war coming and I need everything." Harry said darkly looking up at the portrait that went from anger to fear.

"We are Potters!" Charles started to stumble over his words. "We-we are of the light. We don't make statements like that. Like we are some kind of dark lord." Charles continued to say.

"No, a dark lord wouldn't say anything like that. A lord Potter would say that to an old

man who is holding back information. With the Potter name I will save those who deserve to be saved. And save the ones that need saving. All else I'd much rather forget about them." Harry says up toward charlese still sitting down.

Charles smirked. "At least I know what you want now. It doesn't matter because Black did it. He's from a dark family and we were wrong to trust him." Charles said to Harry darkly, showing the politician's side of him.

"I look forward to showing you that you are wrong." Harry said finishing that conversation. After a few minutes of silence, both just looked at the other. Charles finally spoke up.

"Pile of documents bottom middle." Charles instructed his emotions gone.

Harry silently got up from his chair and moved toward the desk looking through them. It was documents of which companies they owned, all of them overlapping with the names of the ones the bank told Harry. Two of them stood out to him as he looked through them. Armedea's and Zurphus's law firm. And Ted's Muggle and Magical legal assistance firm. He grabbed both folders and went to sit back down in front of the portrait.

Harry started to flipped through Armedea's and Zurphus's law firms folder. "What am I supposed to do with these?" Harry asked up at the portrait. Irritation still evident but Harry did his best to keep his emotions in check.

This made Charles chuckle. "Those are the law firms the family owns." Charles said making it clear that he might have a law firm or more of his own.

"My father picked these to finance?" Harry asked, not liking Charles even more, as he reminded him of Lucius Malfoy.

"One of them, Ted's Muggle and Magical legal assistance firm. If I remember the name right. "It was one of his cousins from the black family's muggle born husband." Charles mentioned it like that is everything about the man that needs to be known.

"Yeah I met them. Good family. They care for each other a lot." Harry said reminding himself of the months up to the Battle of Hogwarts and learning of Tonk's father's death.

"Armedea's and Zurphus's have been a law firm since my grandfather. They will probably laugh when they hear your proposal of Sirius Black." Charles said, poking at the young lord in front of him.

Harry had enough of the old man and it hasn't even been thirty minutes if that. "I'll only need Tonk's firm." Harry said standing up and tosses the Armedea's and Zurphus's file back onto the desk. He turned to leave but stopped having a better idea. "Betty." He called out for the female house elf.

Within seconds a pop filled the room and the small female house elf was in front of Harry bowing to him. "Lord Master Potter called."

"Just Harry, please." Harry said groaning in his head as he'll have to change these three now instead of Dobby. "I would like you to move my grandfather to the entrance hall with the rest of the lord Potters." Harry said to the elf smirking.

Though as Betsy was nodding the portrait beside them erupted. "How dare you, little brat! It was in my will that I rest in the Lord's study. How dare you disrespect your families wishes!" Charles continued to yell but Harry just ignored him as best he could and moved the chair back behind the desk.

Though when he moved behind the desk he noticed that Betsy didn't move to do what he asked. So he waited for Charles to stop, at the very least pause and it came as Charles started to talk about how this was his muggleborn mothers fault and that he's a halfblood.

"I'm glad you brought up family. As a family member that could do something, where were you ten years ago?" Harry asks with anger evident in his voice but his eyes are cold. "You flaunt your money in front of me like candy. But did you ever use that money even once to find out who I was with. You keep bringing up how Potters should be, yet you leave your own blood out in the cold. That is not the kind of family i'll create. I know you were a portrate but it seems like you have been using the house elves like your eyes and ears. Could they not have sent letters for you or for the house to Longbottoms, or any one of our allies?" Harry asked harshly. "You flaunt money but did you ever use that to find out what happened? If I remember right the papers only said my parents died. You may have limited power as a portrait but you still try to flaunt the power you do have. DID YOU TRY?" Harry yelled at the portrait finishing off his rant.

But Charels never responded, just looking down at Harry. "Answer me now and truthfully or I'll burn you. I swear it on our blood. Could you have at least sent letters, gathered info and tried to do something with that info?" Harry asked in a dead even tone.

But Charles only slumped into his chair and nodded, "I could do that, yes."

"Now Betsy. Take this dead Potter to where he belongs. If he bothers you about it or gets one of the others to bother you about it, come to me immediately." Harry said

"Yes, Lord Master Harry." Betsy said bowing again. Charles didn't even resest or yell but with a pop they disappeared and Harry was left alone in silence. He sighed sitting down behind the desk, regretting his decision because now he has no idea why any of these documents are in front of him.

Regardless he opened Ted's file which went over the basics of how much of the company they owned but It appears that Harry's father left everything about the firm to Ted. So on paper it was property of the Potters but in reality they had nothing of the firm except the fact that they owned the building.

Harry started to rummage through the desk finding quill ,ink, and a piece of parchment. And started with.

Dear Ted Tonks

I am lord Harry James Potter. I don't really know how to go about this but I need you and your firm's help. About a matter that I would like to keep private for now. But it will involve both of our houses personally. Please send back a response for when and where would be a good place for a meeting.

Lord Potter.

Harry signed and reread the small note. Even back in his last life he never needed to send a formal letter and didn't know how he should do it. "Merline I need someone to teach me." Harry said regretting his decision about his grandfather for the second time in five minutes.

"Betsy." Harry called out and for the second time she popped into the room.

"Yes, Lord Master Harry." Betsy said bowing.

"It's just Harry, Betsy. Do you know where this address is?" Harry asked standing up and moving toward Betsy to show her the address in the folder.

"I knowsy the streets, Lord. I can find it quickly." Betsy said quietly.

"Please give this to Ted Tonks." Harry said as he handed her the letter.

"Where is your Sealy Lord Potter?" Betsy questioned as she looked over the letter.

"My What?" Harry asked, not sure what she was talking about.

Harry could have sworn she sighed as she moved past him to his desk and pulled out a block of red wax and what looked like the end of a used cigar, from the bottom right draw. "Your Sealy." She said and laid down the letter and levitated a candle until it was in her hands. She then started to melt the wax onto the letter until about a quarter size puddle was on it. She set the candle down and pressed the cigar looking thing into it. When she pulled it away the Potter crest was pressed in the wax.

"Thank you Betsy." Harry said to the small creature.

She grinned widely showing off white teeth as she popped away to deliver the letter leaving Harry alone. Harry sat back down ignoring all the documents that are in front of him.

"I really need to know what to do." Harry said to himself quietly knowing he shouldn't have moved his grandfather. He started to rub the newly Lord ring. Until he felt cold metal that he rub against his hand turned warm from the movement.

Letting out a loud groan, for his own stupidity. As his attention turned to the small ring on his left hand that housed the resurrection stone on it. He hesitated as he remembered the story of how it ran the first brother to insanity.

He concentrated on his father and his father alone. "Son." Harry heard his father speak up. He looked and found him standing beside him, smiling. "We figured something had happened as we were all standing together. But then people started to vanish." James said to his son referencing the forest before he met with Tom. "We were waiting for you but you never came." He continued.

"Yeah, though I guess it's a good thing, how i'm not dead and all." Harry said quietly. Not sure how this should go.

"Where is Lily?" James asked. "Lilly!" James called out wanting to be with his wife to share the fact that their son is still alive.

"Dad, she's not coming." This got James to stop and look at his son. "I need your help." Harry said avoiding the unasked question of why. "I couldn't stand Grandfather so I had him moved before he told me what all of this was." Harry said motioning at the documents.

James noticed that his son didn't say why but didn't want to press yet. "Why are you young?" He asked, noticing that his son isn't an adult anymore.

Harry, rubbed at the back of his neck. "Well you remember the forest right?" Harry asked.

"Yes, Your mother, myself, lupin, Serirus, a few others and your girl were there. Then you and her went off leaving us waiting." James said.

"Well Voldemort tried to kill me, I played dead. He brought my body to the castle and then I ran into Hermione's killer and killed him. Then actually and finally died to Voldemort." Harry did a run through of the events. "Then death brought Hermione and I back."

James put his hand on his head trying to remember but couldn't. "I don't remember any of that." James decided to wave it off, and let his wife think about it. Turning his attention toward all the documents his father laid out for his son. After about ten minutes of his father shifting the documents he looked back at his son. "How much do you know about business and finances?" James asked.

"I know we have a lot of businesses and a metric shit ton of finances." Harry said being a smart ass, making James chuckle.

"I did leave the Potter's bank in the best hands." James agreed with his son's statement. "Then have Betsy move these four stacks back where she grabbed them. Betsy is still alive right?" James asked.

Harry nodded at his question. "She's out delivering a letter."

"Good, We told them we would be back in a year at most." James said, remembering the time they moved out.

"Why did you guys leave anyway?" Harry asked.

"Well Dumbledore said it wasn't safe here." James said. "He said Godrics hollow would be just as safe with the fillius, and his own wards he put up were just as strong."

"Something tells me he wanted the Prophecy to start in his lifetime." Harry added in shaking his head slowly.

To that James only shrugged. "Now onto the other piles." James said as he started to look through one of them just to stop. "Merlin's balls." James exclaimed.

"What is it?" Harry asked.

"This pile is full of contracts. The top one is a marriage contract. Tell me, Frank and Alice only had a boy right?"

"Huh?" Harry asked before the names clicked. "Longbottom. Yeah, Neville is an only child." Harry confirmed.

"It seems my father signed a marriage contract with Frank's mother. But we only have males so we are good." James said.

"Good?" Harry exclaimed. "I'm the one that will have to tell Hermione." Harry said looking up to his transparent father, with worry in his eyes.

This only made James laugh. "You got a while to go, just wait for the right time." Was all the advice James gave him, as he continued to skim through the folders and documents.

Near the bottom of the pile James stopped on a thin folder actually reading each word. He set it off to the side without saying anything about it. "I'd have the goblins look through this pile. It's a lot of legal gumbo that I can write up as business deals."

"That's a really good job, Legal gumbo?" Harry asked again, regretting moving his grandfather. He'll have to find a way to move him back without backing down.

"Padfoot was better at this stuff than I was. I was better at talking." James said, defending himself from his son's critique.

"The man that no one trusts because of his last name, who loves to drink and tries to hump everything he sees. Was better at business than you?" Harry asked, not sure he heard his father right.

"In his defence. He normally succeeds in humping everything." James said.

"I'm sending you back to mom." Harry said, smiling at how joyful his dead father was.

"Actually." James said quickly. "Can you summon her here? We can disappear then. It's just. It was black before you summoned me with the stone." James added on, his joyful banter was gone at the mention of before.

"First before you leave, what is with the file?" Harry asked about the one that was pushed to the side.

"Your grandfather did something that is illegal now, but was legal when he signed it. A business deal with Lord Greengrass." James said, looking down. "You should have a goblin or a lawyer look it over. It's going to be hard to tell that girl of yours, Hermione?" James finished off. "Read it and call for me if you don't understand. Or just talk to the man who signed it." James said as he backed away from the desk leaving an entire stack of documents alone.

Harry wanted to push, make him understand but the fact that his father described a place as black, and that his mother was still there. "I've been told a lot about you, shown about you from Severus's memories. But even less about her." Harry started to say. "What do I say to her?"

James wanted to say a lot of things to his son, but knew if he tried to push as a father it wouldn't work well. "Showing up is half the battle. Just go from there."

Harry nodded as he stood up grabbing the file as he did and moved toward the middle of the room. He stopped and focused on the idea of his mother. Unlike his father he didn't hear anything, so he looked back to where his father was, to be greeted with the sight of his mother and father holding hands looking at him. He shifted nervously as the three looked at each other.

Harry could understand now why the brother from the story took his own life. As he was filled with so many emotions, he didn't know what to do. An old part of him wanted to kill himself. Just to be with them forever, right now. He knew he had a long time to keep on talking to them like this. But the idea was there. What if he died and they can be a family again.

Though a loud and piercing bell echoed throughout the mansion. Harry's emotions got replaced with just dread. He wasn't sure why but it washed over him like a heartbeat. A small pop beside him indicated an elf apparition. Meany's voice spoke up, but Harry started to sprint at the first word. "Lady."

Harry was out in the hallway in the blink of an eye, he tripped at the first corner but continued to run while he was crawling to get back up. He regained his balance and he got to the stairwell as he heard muffled sobs. He started to go down the stairs two and three at a time, almost messing up more than once but kept his balance. He had seen her before he made it to the bottom. Halfway up the hallway of portraits was Hermione in a two piece pajamas.

A matching set of Pajama pants and shirt was just covered in rows and rows of books on shelves, a fitting design for the girl in front of him. Though as he got closer he didn't comment on it, he only slowed down enough to engulf the brunette in a hug. His arms wrapped around her, holding her close to him.

"What's wrong?" He asks quietly, not sure what to do other than hold her.

"My parents… I may have messed up. We got into an argument about me staying out all day, and apparently they tried to check up on me at the library. They showed up and couldn't find us at all. I tried to play it off, but now. They are going to make sure one of them will be able to see me at all times until I leave for Hogwarts." Hermione said, trying hard not to cry. "These damn hormones and emotions didn't help either. I couldn't keep my head like I tend to be able to do. I yelled at them, and I may have magically thrown a chair against the wall."
Harry flinched at that and remembered all of his accidental magics and how it always caused more problems. "They didn't take that too well did they?" He asked her.

"No, they were talking that maybe school with stress and other problems won't be the best place for me. They were talking about tutors, and therapy to get my emotions under control." She laughed at that. "I don't even think there are magical Therapists. I tried to ignore them and just fall asleep but I started to have an anxiety attack again." She explained. "So without thinking much I just came here."

Harry couldn't help but to smile at her. "When did you have anxiety attacks?" He couldn't help but to ask.

She rolled her eyes, but answered. "Stopped having them at the start of third year. The time turner helped me with time management skills and helped me manage my anxiety over grades by taking most of my worry away. Not to mention with the amount of time I spent messing with time, my body became more attuned to the stress, this one hasn't." Throughout her explanation she took a step away from Harry and started to pace, he could see that the portraits around them were both watching and listening to their conversation.

Harry thought about the problem for a couple moments as Hermione paced the entrance hall. "Could we obliviate them?" He suggested. "You did it for me, we can do it for you."

"I need space, not no parents." She said quickly after his suggestion.

"What about just modifying their minds? Instead of you leaving for ten months it's a year round school? We can even do it where it starts this coming Monday so you still get your goodbye and have chances to come back?" He suggested.

"The only problem is if they send them any mail about me, or the breaks." Hermione stopped, thinking about the idea, which made Harry smile thinking he had a good idea. "What about summer school? Use their idea about tutoring and giving me an introduction to the wizarding world through some kind of summer program."

"It would give us the freedom of not worrying about adults." Harry nodded to her idea.

"Memory modification is tricky though, easier to break the charms if done incorrectly or even if they work through it by themselves."
"I mean if that happens we would be able to do it again right?" Harry asked hopefully.

"No, too many memory charms can hurt a person's thought process or even memory storage." Hermione explained.

"Could you just run away?" he asked finally.

Hermione stopped everything at that suggestion. "Give up my family forever?" She asked.

"You would have me, and it's not forever just until you're an adult."

She shook her head hard. "You are my family yes, but that risks them going to the muggle authorities and bringing up magic, they may think there is some overlay and if there isn't they'd break the statute of secrecy." She explained with tears in her eyes. This idea, and topic obviously getting to her.

He beckoned her to hug him, "Come now dear." She listened to him and moved straight into his embarrass, his arms scrawny as they are, pulled her into him even more if possible. "We will figure it out, I promise. But you need rest. Sleep with me tonight, and go back in the morning." He told her and she just nodded against him. He could feel the tension in her body as he held her. She wasn't lying when she said this body wasn't good with stress.

He started to guide him back toward the stairwell but Willy popped next to them. "I have finished looking into the baths master Harry." He said without any kind of speech impediment like most other elves. Hermione didn't pay the elf any mind as they started up the stairs, Willy just walked with them.

"What happened?" Harry asked curtly, his arms still wrapped around Hermione somewhat awkwardly but neither seemed to pull away.

"Well, exactly what it's supposed to do. All the herbs are good, none are bad. The only logical idea is that you are badly hurt." Willy said.

Which made Harry stop "We will talk more about it later and see if you're right or not." Harry said. To which Willy just bowed shortly and popped back out, where Harry led Hermione to their room.

Neither talked at all, Hermione didn't even make a snide remark or some kind of flirt statement when Harry took off his shirt and joined her in the very large bed, yet they cuddled up together.

Harry was woken up not by Hermione nor by the rising sun bearing into the room but by Meany with a black brown owl that looked like it was scowling on top of Meany's head. "Master Harry an Owly arrived for you." He said quietly.

Harry let out a small groan "What does the letter say?" He asked quietly not wanting to wake up Hermione, who was still in his arms though she turned around in her sleep so they were facing each other as the slept. As he stirred he found that his left arm got claimed by Hermione as she used it as a neck support, trapped under her.

"Sorrys Master, but the Owly will not give it to me." Meany said with a small smile.

Harry looked over at the sleeping Hermione and smiled at how at peace she seems to be in. Nothing at all like the distraught look she had on when they went to bed. Harry placed a hand on her waist and slightly shook her trying to wake her up. "Hermione, Dear wake up." Harry said lightly. She let out a small groan in protest.

"We got to get you back home before your parents wake up." He said shaking her a bit harder while speaking in a normal voice. With that she quickly snapped open her eyes and looked at Harry.

Her peaceful look turned to exhaughtion even though she just woke up, her eyes seemed to sink. "My parents." She said in a light sigh. But she sat up on the bed and stretched.

Harry turned back to Meany and the owl and held out his arm. "Come now, you handsome owl, let's see who sent me mail." Harry said though he figured it was Tonks regarding his own letter.

The owl seemed to enjoy his compliment as it puffed out its chest and feathers looking even more majestic. It hopped over to Harry and held out its leg that the letter was attached to. He untied the letter but before reading it he scratched at the owl's shoulders on both sides, something he knew to do because Hedwig always loved that. "Thank you for delivering this, Meany please take our friend down to the kitchen for some water, bacon and owl treats. I might have a return letter for him."

Dear Lord Potter

To whom it may concern, this seal is correct and the house elf swears up and down that they are apart of house Potter but lord potter should be ten to eleven years old and I doubt they could have information or a situation where it could involve both of our houses. But Harry if this is you I owe your family more than my own life. Come to my firm at your earliest convenience and we will see what kind of information you have that concerns us.

Also Please send mail through Owl, my daughter almost jinxed your elf cause she thought it was an intruder.

Ted Tonks

Magical and non magical lawyer

"Who's sending us letters already? You just got this house." Hermione said more awake than when he first started reading the letter.

"The Tonks, the father is a lawyer and I sent him a letter yesterday, I want to talk to him about Sirius. He just doesn't know it yet. AND OH MY MERLIN!" Harry exclaimed standing up off the bed. "He's a magical and Non magical Lawyer. What if instead of messing with your parents' minds we could just do something legally about it. Your parents might not like it or understand but we can ask Mr. Tonks if there is any way to do this so you and your parents don't have to worry about memory charms and or other situations that you didn't want to do!" Harry said quickly, trying to work it through his head.

"He would know the laws and other things but it's worth a shot in asking right? We can't tell him much but he might be our best bet at keeping your family whole while giving you freedom to move about might be the best course." Harry kept speaking, not letting Hermione get a word in. Though from her expression on her face she seemed to like the idea. A lot more than a memory charm on the parents and or obliviating them.

The exhausted look she had previously seemed to disappear as she also stood up. She smiled at Harry, not a grin yet. She didn't want to get her hopes up yet. "I think that's the best idea we have so far. I'm willing to try it. You go write him a response. I should get back home before my parents find me gone and make a big fuss." Hermione said happily.

Harry grinned and wrapped her in a big Hermione bone crushing hug, which was harder than he was expecting it to be. "I'll do my best to get what you want, Hermione." Harry promised and then without waiting or seeing her off, left to the study to write another letter. Leaving Hermione to leave by herself. She smiled off at Harry and with a pop apparated back to her bedroom.