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Shortly after Hermione left potter manor

"So, I was right, there is something different with you." Emma Granger said as her daughter popped into existence beside her bed. She did not even look up from the book she was reading waiting for her daughter.

Hermione almost screamed but bit down the scream. "Mom?" The worry and fear was evident in her voice yet her mind went straight to the wand in her pajama pants. Was plan A really what she was gonna have to do?

"Honestly as soon as that boy showed up the other day. Out of the blue like he knew you, like you knew him. I knew something was off. Then you didn't show up for lunch, and we went looking for you. Hermione, I kind of wished it was drugs or something. One rebellious act before you go off to the magic school or something." Emma said to her daughter who still seemed like she was a deer in headlights.

She closed her book and put it down. "Sit down, love." Even though she just spoke the words it seemed to Hermione like a yelling command. Though Hermione listened to it and sat on her bed, her hand on the outline of her wand like it's a life jacket and she's swimming.

"Explain it to me, Hermione. You left for a whole day with a kid nobody knows. You lied where you went and now you used magic to leave and come back without telling anyone. By the holy hell you used magic on purpose! You're gonna do amazing at this school love." Her mom beamed with happiness even with that stern expression.

Hermione's hand left where the wand was held and rested it on her bed. "Can I have a moment?" She asked but her mother chuckled and shook her head.

"If I give you that, you'll tell me a lie so well I won't be able to tell if it is a lie or not. So spill it love or i'll get your father and he'll be able to know for certain." Emma said, smiling at her daughter.

"I don't lie to you." Hermione shot back.

"And until two days ago you also didn't sneak out and be with boys we don't know." Emma responded quickly. "Nor lie to us on where you will be spending your days, and now I guess your nights too."

Hermione let out a long sigh, 'Fuck' she thought to herself. "The boy is Harry Potter." Hermione said slowly.

"Faster. Don't think, love." Emma shot back at her too smart of a daughter.

"Fine. I never went to the library, he took me to the magical area in britain. It's called Diagon Alley as you should know, it's where we will be going shopping for my school supplies. I took him shopping and he let me learn how the world works." Hermione took a deep breath, more as a show for her mother rather than needing it. "I'll need to be better than the best mom. This new world it's so old, it doesn't look well upon me, and it doesn't look well upon you and dad. But when I say Harry, he's the best shot we have at that, changing is probably the truest statement there ever is or will be."

"Sounds like love." Emma interrupted.

Hermione scoffed at that but didn't continue. She knew what she felt for Ron, even if it was potion induced. But these feelings, ideas she has with Harry. It's bigger and different. It could be love but there's too much ideas and plans they have to work through first before she could think about that. Yes, the teasing and the marriage. Hell he invited her to be his family and she said yes. "Maybe." Is all Hermione said after a while.

Her mom only smiled at her young daughter. "I'll give you a book before you go to school, you'll respond to it better."

"Moooom." Hermione exclaimed, dragging out the word. "I know about the birds and the bees and you don't have to worry about that any time soon." At this Emma raised her eyebrow at her daughter.

"But you plan on doing it in the near or far future? Are we talking, five years? Three years? Two?" Her mom pressed even though the smile was gone her eyes were krinkled up.

"I'd rather talk about where I was and what we were doing." Hermione admitted.

"Oh I haven't forgotten about that but you're digging your own grave and I want to see how far you can go. Now why do you know about that stuff?" Emma asked, leaning back in the chair.

Hermione let out a groan as she forgot how perceptive her mother can be, and how brutally simple yet straight to the point her questioning can be

And it continued like that, Hermione telling her mom about Harry and how they were introducing her to the wizarding world early, and her mom asking borderline embarrassing questions. That is till a raven flew through the window. To her she could see it but to her mother only a letter flew through the solid window and landed next to her daughter.

Emma shut up and watched as her daughter just picked the letter up, read it with some emotion on her face but it could have been from the earlier questions, and went to her desk to respond by writing on the back. And then it was gone flying away all by itself.

"Damn, you had me." Emma chuckled but was staring at her daughter like she was someone else.

"What? What do you mean?" Hermione shot back confused about what just happened. They were talking and she was explaining everything for her mother to be alright with it. Maybe lying but most of it was the truth.

"The curious little girl I knew, she was talking off our ears about magic every time it came up. She was giving us hypotheses some two or three times a conversation. She would have been wide eyed and staring at that letter that flew through our solid window." Emma Granger even got up and placed a hand on the window to make sure. "Even if you have been to the magical world for a day you probably haven't had the time to get used to an event like that."

Hermione's mind was going a million miles a second. Fuck, she was like that when she was younger. She got over the awe factor of magic when a troll tried to kill her first year. Yet she was still wide eyed when she saw something new or amazing. And she would spend hours looking them up in the library to get explanations.

"How much of what you have been telling was the truth?" Emma asked her daughter.

"Mom." Hermione breathed in and closed her eyes. "Eighty percent give or take."

Emma Granger sat there looking at her daughter, not necessarily glaring at the eleven year old.

Hermione couldn't help but to squirm under the look of her mother. She's eighteen years old and yet still can't handle her own mother correctly. Emma continued to stare and Hermione found every other spot other than her mother most interesting to look at. Until finally "Breakfast is Ready!" A hollar came from down stairs.

Hermione didn't dare get up and go running but stayed under her mothers watchful stare. "You've never lied up to this point." Emma said quietly. "Give me one reason not to tell your father and we ground you till the second you leave for the school?" Emma asked her daughter.

Hermione let out a long sigh and looked at her mother really looking at her, and she seemed so much younger. Before she last left her mother seemed so frail and anxious. Her hair was more grey and thin. But now her deep brown eyes were full of life, the hair was full and wavy light brown but not grey. And her stature even though sitting down she is strong.

"I can't tell you. Just believe me when I say everything I'm doing, every action I take is for you and Dad. I know that is terrifying and the fact that I'm only your little girl might make you scoff and not believe me. But until last night I have given you no reason not to trust those words. So please Mom, trust me." Her eyes started to tear up a bit and that wasn't even her forcing it.

"Damn it." Emma lightly growled yet pushed herself up off the chair and essentially jumped to Hermioned tackling her into a 'hermione hug' into the bed. She doesn't say anything and Hermione just started crying as she hugged her mother she thought she would never have seen again.

"Where are the two most beautiful and smart women on the planet?" Dan Granger yelled up the stairs. "Food is getting cold and I won't start without you."

"We'll be down soon love!" Emma responded by lifting her head a bit so the sound would carry down.

"Mom, air." Hermione said even though she was giving the hug, her all too.

Her mother let out a sigh but gave another squeeze, before pulling herself up off of Hermione, and the bed standing in front of her. "I can't trust you fully, my Hermione. But I can see something in you, I can give you the benefit of the doubt and work with you. But that takes mutual conversations from here on out. You tell the truth and I'll listen to you. I will help with your father but I can not promise he will understand either."

A weight that was on Hermione's shoulders seemed to have lifted a bit. It was there when she left the house the night before and cried to Harry. It was there all night even though Harry tried to help her. It gained even more weight when they talked about messing with her parents' memories. Even though Harry promised that they would find another way, until now she didn't fully believe there was a way to have both her family and her new family.

"Come let's go eat with your father, he has surgery today, don't want him to starve." Emma held out a hand to help her daughter stand. "But later when he gets back you're going to have a crash course in being an adult."

Hermione let out a sigh but grabbed her mothers hand. "That's not needed but we will see if I learn anything." She said as she let her mother guide her downstairs.

GreenGrass Manor

Ethan GreenGrass was staring into the fireplace in the lounge of his manor. The furniture and wall decor made the place seem darker than it originally supposed to be. The dark blue almost black curtains hiding away the midday sun and no other candles or light sources shown. A glass now half empty of firewhiskey in his hand as he sighed in defeat. His family's business is failing, most of his money is going into taxes, bribes and living expenses and not much else.

The two offers from Malfoy would solve his problems yet destroy his family for sure. The initial marriage contract he was given was just a concubine contract with prettier words on it, and even less power than if his daughter would actually be a concubine. He hasn't seen such contracts since his father showed him examples of past contracts from two to three hundred years ago.

He didn't hear her but his wife silently straddled him, taking the glass of firewhiskey from his hand, and then two small weights pressed against either side of him. With a quick glance it was his two daughters, Daphne and Astoria. As much as he tried, the youngest knows just how ugly of a situation they are in and possibly she is in, in a year to two years.

"My Loves." He said though staring over the shoulder of his wife that is now almost his entire view.

"Look at me." Lanell his wife demanded in a tone he always strived to have with others during business talks.

He did as he felt both his daughters readjust and hugged him tight not saying anything.

"You have not lost the war yet, love. You can still secure a lot from Malfoy, he is just a tool for a master that is gone. Build on that aspect of his life." She instructs him pressing her firm stomach against his bigger, more round stomach.

"I." he started but then stopped. "I'm a coward, my love. I barely stood up to him. And his vile son's eyes seemed like they were undressing our daughter." Daphne flinched but stayed firm on his side. "Love, I'm not built for this, I'm only good at loving and making food. I'm not supposed to be a lord."

"AND YET YOU ARE." His wife didn't shout but she was louder and more stern than she needed to be. "You are the father of Two very beautiful and intelligent women, and you have the best wife in your lap. You are built to protect us. So do it."

Ethans eyes moved from his wifes over to the fire and back a few times. He is a coward, but he is a husband and a father first. He settled his view back on his wife and wrapped his arms around the shoulders of his daughters. "I am weak but with you three on my side I'll do what I have to for all three of you."

"All four." His wife breathed out leaning in and giving him a quick yet passionate kiss.

"Four?" He asked back but then his eyes widened and lowered to where their stomachs were pressed against each other. "Another child?" He asked to be sure.

His wife chuckled. "Yes love, like I said earlier it wasn't safe, and yet you continue anyways." At this both of his daughters started to yell "EEwww." Understanding the context of the conversation as their mother had to explain what might be expected of them if these negotiations failed. And moved to the outer sides of the couch yet still didn't leave them they stayed close to him.

He looked at all three of them for a while. "I will do what I have to do." He turned toward his eldest daughter. "For you to be able to go through school like a normal girl." He turned toward his youngest. "For you to be able to still be a kid for a little while longer." And then to his wife. "So you can still believe in me, and call me a father with pride, still." He gave her a light spank on her ass in signal to get up.

"I need to send out correspondence to the neutral and light families, only they will stand up to Malfoy. I'll see if they might help us in one of those aspects. Then I'll go to Gringotts and talk to the Goblins about a loan or more investment opportunities." His wife stands up yet does not give back the glass of firewhiskey. Knowing better than to give fuel to his demons.

"Astoria dump this in the kitchen. Daddy no longer needs it." Lanell said to their youngest daughter. Her eyes move toward their oldest who is still on the couch though her amusement from their conversation seems to have disappeared or never really been there to begin with.

"Don't say it Mom." Daphne spoke up as she noticed her mother about to speak again once her sister left the room. "Dad, I'm sure you will do your best when it comes to us. But I no longer believe a knight in shining armour of a master of spells is gonna come and save me. I no longer believe in those stories. Daddy will get me the best deal this family can, then I will make sure I hold up my side of that deal to the letter of the contract." She looked from her mother to her father with tears in her eyes yet they did not fall.

Her mother was the first to move by sitting between them and pulling her daughter into a hug where she started to cry into her mothers dress, soon her father moved and hugged them both. Eventually a smaller set came from behind and Astoria started to hug Daphne from behind as she cried into her mother.

Ethan could wait an hour or two till his daughter calmed down a bit. Then he will try to make his daughter believe in heroes again.

Harry got a private room again even though it was just him, though for lunch he ate a heaping plate of shepherd's pie. Though his more important reason for the private room was so that he could write a letter to Hermione and see how the morning went for her. He wished he could be there to help but he had to talk to Ted, he needed to get Sirius out of that prison as fast as possible.

Hermione

Talking to Ted took longer than expected, at the leaky cauldron now. If we ever get leaked it's gonna be a huge headache I can already tell. Ted Freaked out on almost everything I told him I wanted done. And in so doing I had to tell him in the eyes of the goblin nation we are married. Thought that might help to fix the parent problem without doing harm. He's sadly not positive he can do much but promised me he will try.

Our favorite clumsy, and comedy filled Auror is on the job to find things out about the 'trial' that put Sirius away. Though you should have seen her at her fathers law firm she was so serious about it. Very weird.

And figured I'd end on a good note. We can help Daphne. Ted didn't make much commotion on it so I think he thinks it will be easy to do. But I told him I needed you to confirm. It's essentially replacing Malfoy with me on the marriage contract, and obviously, with your help. My 'marriage contract' would be more protection and be a kid while in school, type of thing. It's honestly over my head. I never knew of these things the first time around and have no idea how they work. Figured Id go to the library and find out and or talk to my grandfather about it. But we can help her. Just tell me how far to go.

Harry

WIth it mostly containing his emotions, and it going to Hermione he didn't feel the need to reread the letter he gave it to raven who was silently watching him write it and it flew away going through walls. He was never going to get used to seeing that. "I wonder if there are spells to do something like that." He mused out loud as he reached to take a drink.

"Oh there are spells for that." Dumbledor said from behind him.

Without thinking and with his wand hand occupied by the drink he threw the mug at the taller older wizard that suddenly appeared behind him. The mug stopped in mid air about a foot away from the man but the butter bear kept traveling and splashed the old man. Harry already pulled out his elder wand and a piercing hex was already on the tip of his tongue.

"Oi bloody fucking hell Harry." Dumbledor said his voice the same yet the form started to change. Changed to Hermione, Ginny, some taller and unknown men and then finally to the more feminine form that he first saw Death take. "If I knew scaring you would result in butter beer all over me I'd either come in a swimsuit or give you a bloody warning." The voice now changed back to what he expected.

"Well maybe you don't go around looking like the man that forced me to live with abusive people, and planned for my death from the beginning. And I would have thought you'd come looking like Hermione again." Harry explained putting his wand away. He still didn't trust them but he had no idea on how to arm Death.

Death turned their nose up. "You threatened me the last time I did that. I figured we better start forming some kind of friendship. You'll be seeing me for the rest of your life." Death said as they moved across the table and sat down.

Harry let out a sigh. "I'm trying to make my family. I have no intentions of being too friendly with you."

Death gave an exaggerated pouting face. "Now now, Harrykins. I'm the one who showed you your wealth, and gave you freedom to do as you please. Do you really think you could make this family without my input?" They asked resting their head on their hands. Their features changed a few times. An asian man, a bearded viking, someone that looked like Fleur and then back to the first form.

"That sounds like a threat." Harry said his instincts telling him to grab his wand.

Death laughed, though it changed like different people were laughing.

"Harry, you need to get over your distrust of people that are older than you. I'm the one that is giving you a new life. Money and a girl to spend it on. Isn't that what most boys want? Love they think they deserve? Or is it just wealth, power and sex?" Death continued on.

Now Harry wanted to sling spells at them for other reasons right now. "You gave me nothing but a new cage. Last time Dumbledor held the keys. This time it's just a bigger cage and wider bars that look like windows yet you hold the keys." Harry shot back.

Death sighed again. "You're never going to understand so I should try to not explain it to you, though it's pittysome when you are so ignorant. I'm not your enemy nor will I ever be. Well unless you try to cheat at death. Just live your natural life and all will be well." Death sighed as they saw that Harry wasn't really listening to them at all.

"You did a hell of a lot of work Harry. All in a day and a half. You got your money, and you have started plans that might help a lot if they work the way you want them too. But remember life isn't just about making plans and fighting a war." Death sighed heavily and stood up. "I thought we could talk for a while, but I see you won't let that happen." They snapped their finger and a darkened parchment appeared in front of Harry. "You gave me a soul, i'll give you a spell in reward."

Harry looked down, and in a very neat script was the incantation and instructions. Transire murus. Latin was never a strong suit for Harry, something he was hoping to fix. So when he worked it out "To pass walls?" He questioned looking up at Death though they were gone without much of a goodbye or a damn sound. "In and out without a bloody sound." Harry complains to himself as he reads over the paper that instructs him how to pass through a wall without destroying it. "Wait! What did you mean I gave you a soul?" Harry asked way too late , realizing he focused on the wrong things again.

He knew they wouldn't answer but he called out again. "Death, what soul did I give you?" After no response he sat back down with a quiet "Fuck." There was only one person that he could have killed. His uncle must have died from all the burns and cuts he gave the man.

It wasn't the first person that Harry killed but it was the first one that he killed that didn't have a weapon in hand and or trying to actively kill him. Harry didn't feel bad that his uncle was dead. Just that… "I just wanted him to feel my fucking pain." Harry spoke out loud not liking how silent the room was even though he was in a pub. He sighed not wanting to be alone anymore and got up to pay for the food and be in a more public area so that he wouldn't mope around.

Private drive number 4

The real Dumbledore was standing in the hallway looking into the little cupboard that should be holding a young and scared Harry Potter. But the house was empty. The woman and her own boy were away in a hospital, the husband was apparently tortured in a break-in, then later killed due to his own injuries and just the amount of blood he lost, and Harry kidnapped or ran away. Yet with the woman and boy stuck in a public location Dumbledore could not go to them and look through their memories to find out who did this.

Though he was worried that it was some group of Deatheaters but not the one Snape was in contact with. He would have demanded Dumbledore would do something to protect the spawn of Lily Potter. But since that never happened it probably wasn't death eaters as they would have killed Harry by now and put the body somewhere public. Worried that maybe it was Harry's doing. Though that would take a lot of emotions and then willpower to do so much and so precise wandless magic. "It couldn't be."

Though his failings with Tom as a child came to mind. Could the tragedy of losing his parents have just pushed the boy so much? It was clear to Albus that he didn't have a loving and carefree life here but he had a bed, a roof and maybe some tough love. Though it was hard to see it like that. The 'bed' was just an old crib mattress.

He let out a long sigh and popped in a lemon drop that was coated in a calming drought. Not enough to mess with his mind but enough to help him think and not let his heart get too fast. His next stop was to go across the street to Mrs. Fig with all her cats. He hated talking to her, really being around her at all, as she is just weird. A cat animagus should not be around so many real cats as that would blur the lines of who and what you really are. But alas she was the only one that he could have thought of so many years ago to actually pick up and do this job that could have taken eighteen years if not slightly shorter.

Though he hoped that she actually knew what happened to Young Harry as if he lost this piece too many of his plans would stop, have to change or even get thrown out. He will not be pleased at all if that actually ended up happening the whole word was riding on this boy. He ended up apparating straight into the older woman's house that was across the street and sadly found her with a few of her cats.

"I really hate my job sometimes." He said out loud as the woman turned back human.