Sawyer accepted the offer of the brig.

"Miss Granger. While we are open to allowing a person to explore their magic in non threatening ways, your companion has drawn blood."

"Only in defense of self and those in our care." Hermione scratched the head of the big cat. "It is something that we are indoctrinated from day one. Now at this time, only me and my family are under his protection completely. The little one and her mother were more because That man there moved on them here and now, directly. Had he waited until they were out of sight… we could do nothing. If your men could have beaten him to stopping the blade… he would have stayed still."

"Damn Thunderbirds." The Captain sighed. It was then that Hermione fully recognised his accent.

"Sorry Sir. Gryffindor." Hermione grinned at the Captain. "But he does try to be better than the rest of the House."

Harry coughed like he was horking up a hairball.

"Shut it." Hermione patted his head. "Or are you accepting that Ron and Mclaggan are your equals?"

The little girl giggled and pulled on his ears, as she kicked his sides. "Giddy up!"

"Daphne, time to get off the nice kitty." The mother said shakily.

"Actually, it will do you both good to come see my parents." Hermione picked up her book. "Winky." The Elf, a little bigger than the witchling, appeared on the opposite side of Hermione from the cat. "Please tell me, are my parents ready for some company?"

"Missy Emmy is almost finished. They be done in five minutes. Winky see they is ready when Miss Nee get there." Winky popped away.

£ [Hopping Sock] can get [bitter drinks] if [Book Hunter]'s adult ones need some [adult cream]. £

Hermione rocked back on her heels. "No doubt you need some social lubricant and adult conversation. Fuzz face here will take care of the little one. It's almost time for his nap… and if I am any judge… hers too."

"No Nap!" The girl kicked his sides again as she tried to get the beast to move.

"You have no idea." The Mother sighed.

"Then allow me to kidnap you two, pass you off to Mom, while Blacky here rolls little Daphne into a ball, bathes her and takes her on a ride to Dreamland. No one will get you unless you want them to." She hooked an arm through the mother's. "Captain, you know where to find us, I presume." She led the way to the Suite. "I'm Hermione, and that's Harry carrying Daphne."

SPRB

Harry would trot to the end of the hallvway, turn about, lower his shoulders like he was stalking prey, before charging down the Hallway to Hermione and Tasha.

Daphne squealed in joy as she clung to the back of the Brutish British Beast.

Harry then would prance between the two witches until they came to the next hallway, only to trot ahead and repeat the charge.

When Hermione opened the door, her father was wearing a Speedo and Emma was wearing bikini briefs.

"Mother. Father. Tasha here has had a rough day, and like Aunt Karen, needs a few hours of drinking wine and adult conversation." Hermione patted Tasha's arm. "Tasha, Emma and Dan. Dobby has been cleared to buy booze if what you want is not in the bar. Harry and I are going to take Daphne to his room."

She stepped away, and setting her book down, she reached for her cat.

The two feline magi took the girl to the room that looked out over the water. While Harry pounced onto the bed, Hermione closed the door before joining the two of them.

"You turned into a kitty too?" Daphne frowned in confusion. In her confusion, she released her grip on the fuzzy ears she had been using to steer the black cat. Harry shook her to the side and licked her face as she tried to sit up.

Purring Hermione rubbed her head, the spot between her eyebrows and her ears, against the child's chest as she purred.

Daphne laughed in pure joy

Then Harry's rumbling purring drowned them out. His tail lashed out and knocked the girl flat. He then snuffled, like sniffing but a deeper sounding action, the child, his whiskers tickling her, causing her squeal.

£ [Sweet Kitten] is delicate. Be gentle with it. One is pleased with One's handling of the Kitten.£ Hermione Cat eased down beside the bigger cat and also licked the child. She shifted until she was hugging the child.

Harry mimicked her and by draping his fore legs across the child and the smaller cat, to hug them both to his chest. His rumbling purring wove a spell of sleep and the three of them were lost to the dreams of chasing butterflies in tall grass…

: No!: Skan jumped on the bed from the floor as he entered from the shared bathroom room. : I am not raising a parasite just yet!:

: The chick is just a foundling.: Snowfall drifted in from the patio. :A practice for when they decide to raise a clutch: She perched on the chair back to watch the three sleepers. :Besides [Reckless Storm] has never been this relaxed.:

:And she is ignoring a book.: the orange tom sniffed the child before he borrowed into the void behind the girls knees and Harry's belly.

As he yawned, he noticed the look Hedwig was giving him. :What? It's a nap ball. No cat worth their whiskers is going to pass it up.:

Hedwig turned her head, and noticed that she was not the only one watching.

"And just like that…" Tasha sighed.

"As you can see, nothing is getting her. Three big cats, and an owl are watching her. We are in the next room, and then there are the Elves." Emma pulled Tasha from the now open door. "Winky. Dobby." A twin pop announced the arrival of the two Elves. "This is Tasha. She and her Daughter Daphne are joining us for tonight. Anyone comes for them …"

"Does Dobby get to… play?" The Jersey wearing male sounded a little too hopeful… too gleeful and not in the good way.

Winky glared at him. "Dobby should not Ask Permission. They Come for Miss Daffy, they here to Play."

Emma cleared her throat. "I don't want to know. Before, During, or After. But we need them to be beyond defense… like opening the bedroom or attacking the family."

Dan shook his head. "Dobby. Pop over to the bar. Tell the barkeep that we are needing a slow hard screw, against the wall with a kiss. In a pitcher, on the rocks. The wording is important."

Dobby nodded and popped away.

Winky was looking towards the sleeping 'children'. "Does Winky get Family?"

Emma smiles sadly. "For tonight, yes. But only for the night. Anything else we will decide in the morning."

"Tonight?" Tasha asked.

"Yes." Emma looked at the witch. "You are in a safe space. You need to unload. The best way is to get drunk, and rail against the system. Your baby girl is safe. Even if the worst should happen tonight, Daphne is safe."

Tasha looked at both adults with her. "And if I am wanting more than drinks and conversation?"

Emma smirked, "We can't ask, but if you are Offering, we are open to further talks."

Just then a pitcher of dark red liquid appeared on the coffee table with three half filled glasses.

"Slow Hard Screw, Against the wall, with a kiss. Cold Fire Orgy style." Dobby appeared pulling on an ear. "Barkeep restock tonight. This should hold until then." Dobby looked at the

"Cold Fire?" Emma picked her way around the sofa to collect a glass.

"Out of Comfort. Replace with Ogden's Reserve." Dobby tugged harder.

"Oh… that's good! Too many of these, and I think I will be missing Yoga in the morning." Emma sat on the sofa.

Dan was quick to grab a glass and sip. "Ahh. Good job Dobby. Remember this order. I don't think I will be able to in the morning."

Tasha was slow to follow their lead… but all too soon, there was a glass in her hand and her top had joined Emma's.

SPRB

The First warning that something was wrong was the device monitoring the blood wards freezing up and falling off the shelf. June Twentieth.

But Albus missed it as he was out recruiting for his Order.

The Second was Figg calling to report that the Wards had Fallen, and she was taking her Clowder to visit her niece in Cheddar. June twenty fifth.

But Albus missed it because he was fighting Fudge over the Dark Lord's Return… and losing.

His third was Moody stomping into his Office during the heatwave and confronted him directly. July First.

"And why do you have us watching that House? The Boy is not there, and has not been there since Arthur Weasley picked him up." Moody leaned on the desk.

Albus was quick to check the rest of the Boy's Monitoring Devices. Health was good. The Soul Shard was stable and dormant. He was southward… but he was not in England.

Albus used the last of his Ministry Contacts to question the French Ministry about portkey travel.

No one matching Harry Potter's description had arrived or departed Magical France in the last two weeks.

The fact that an accidental burst of magic required a reversal squad to be sent to Disneyland Paris for a multi-cranial- procto-ectimy ( multiple cases of head needed to be removed from the ass of the next guy) was not mentioned.

Also, because the fact that many muggleborn travel muggle, the ministry scanned the Muggle Transport Terminals, and found a Male of the Age Group had entered in a family of four.

But between the French's dislike of the English, and Albus's disregard for the life and health of the Vice Minister's youngest daughter… any chance to screw Albus over…

The only members that he could trust to follow the Boy were too important in their day jobs.

Tonks and Shacklebolt were bound both their importance in the DMLE and only authority he had left in the Ministry.

Dung was unreliable.

Fig was too old and a squib.

The Club and Circle crowd could only sit around and jerk Themselves and pay the Order's operational costs.

Moody was too slow and paranoid to be released from England.

McGonagall and Flitwick were needed in the castle…

That Left Black, Lupin, and the Weasleys.

Arthur would geek out over the muggle issues, Molly would be bossing everybody about, Lupin was supposed to be quelling the Packs, and Black was being hunted.

As the Old Man watched, he noticed that the Arrow pointing towards the Boy was moving Westward.

That meant the Americas.

That meant that He could send Lupin and the Grim.

He would just need to get Shacklebolt to get him a Portkey to New York…

It was July ninth.

SPRB

Sirius Black was pacing the Den. He was fidgeting over the fact that his pup was now a full day out to sea. He was no longer able to rescue him if something went wrong.

Lupin was nursing a Moonover.

The floo bloomed. Albus's head was created in green flames. "Lupin, Black. I need you two in my Office at Hogwarts. It concerns Harry Potter. The floo is open."

The green flames vanished.

The two Marauders looked at each other, before almost as one, diving into the floo, calling out their destination.

"What's wrong?" Lupin had tucked and rolled to his feet, as Black had gone Grim, and circled around the other side of the desk.

"He never returned to the Dursleys." Albus huffed. "The Blood Wards have crashed. He has vanished. My trackers say that he is in good health, and to the South… outside of England. And he is moving West. That means he is heading to the Americas. I am sending you, Lupin, to New York. You are taking the Boy's Father's Familiar to him. Take my 'Delumantor'. It will help you track the Boy." He tossed him a rune inscribed muggle lighter. "It only tracks the direction. You will have to figure out the distance."

"How are you tracking him?" Sirius frowned at the man.

"Wards and Position were Blood based from when I placed him with Petunia." Albus ignored the growl from both men as he was picking up a jump rope with streamers from the plastic handles. "I redid the Tracking and Health monitoring devices when he survived the end of his first year."

"And why are we just learning about this now?" Lupin gave a look at Sirius.

"I thought that he was safe and sound in his Aunt's care." Albus looked worriedly at the Werewolf. "I didn't know anything was wrong until Moody stomped in and asked. And I am taking every opportunity to find him. The French tell me that one his age has passed through the ministry, in or out…" Albus stepped around the desk and peered at the devices on a shelf. "He is in good Health, a strong core, and South, heading West. The two of you, a traveling professor and a Grim Familiar, seeking the Grim's Master… you should have the paperwork needed."

Lupin tucked the jump rope into his pocket. "What's the activation word?"

"Potter."

"We'll take it from here." Black nodded as he walked back to the Floo, and as Lupin joined him, vanished into the green flame.

SPRB

Back in the Parlour, Sirius yelled for Kreature as Lupin ran out to collect his trunk.

"Former Master Call." Kreature's sneer brought a smile to his face. Kreature had chosen Harry to Bond and had trained Winky in the basics of Black House Operations. Harry told Kreature to keep the Townhouse ready for his return. That he was going on ahead, and The two adults were staying behind to throw everybody off the scent.

"Kreature. We are moving the schedule up. Lock the house down. By Midnight, the place should be Sealed, until Lord Black returns. If anyone but Lord Black enters before he lifts the Wards, they are at the Mercy of the Black Elf's."

Kreature grinned. "Once a Black, always a Black."

Lupin arrived with his cloak and something made of black leather and silver…

"We need you to be Padfoot for this to work."

Black sighed, before he turned four footed. That's when he recognised the contraption in Moony's hand.

A harness and lead.

Before he could return to Human, the Leather and runed silver settled across his chest and shoulders.

He glared at his friend.

"Yes, I tricked you. But otherwise you would have fought it and delayed our hunt for the Cub. And yes, I know that you are going to be plotting and planning your revenge. Shall we go?"

Padfoot Growled, but accepted.

"Potter!"

TBC