Disclaimer: The characters of Harry Potter and Star Wars aren't mine, they are the property of JK Rowling and George Lucas. I'm just having some fun with the two universes.
It had been a week since the battle of the Department of Mysteries, and Hermione had finally been discharged from St. Mungo's. Harry had decided to wait until Hermione was cleared to leave before returning to Hogwarts. Word had spread around the hospital as well as the wizarding world that Albus Dumbledore was a fugitive from the Ministry as well as that Voldemort had returned. Two days after the battle, an article in the Daily Prophet had come out telling the masses that Lord Voldemort had returned.
Dark Forces storm Ministry in stunning raid but stonewalled by
Saturday morning, the wizarding world awoke to nightmare. We at the Daily Prophet have received confirmation that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has returned, something that the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry James Potter, as well as Headmaster Albus Dumbledore have been claiming for a year.
You-Know-Who was sighted retreating from the Ministry Atrium after facing off against both Potter and Dumbledore. However, from eyewitness accounts it wasn't Albus Dumbledore who forced the Dark Lord to retreat. Instead it was Harry Potter who made He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, showing an amazing amount of power from one so young.
However, afterwards young Mr. Potter confronted both Minister Cornelius Fudge and Headmaster Dumbledore, accusing both men of various crimes, the most serious of which seems to be that Minister Fudge doesn't care for the citizens of magical Britain, only caring for himself. Lord Potter, who has claimed his Lordship, cited several decisions that Minister Fudge and Headmaster Dumbledore have made over the past several years including stationing Dementors around Hogwarts two years ago, reigniting the Triwizard Tournament last year, and selecting Madam Delores Umbridge as Hogwarts' Defence Against the Dark Arts professor (the Prophet has learned that Madam Umbridge failed her DADA OWL twice before passing on her third attempt with just an Acceptable).
Lord Potter also mentioned that his competing in the Triwizard Tournament last years was against his will, rather than what we were told that Potter was excited and anxious to compete. This raises some questions about what we actually know about the Boy-Who-Lived.
Lord Potter wasn't alone in defying You-Know-Who; he was accompanied to the Ministry by several of his friends including Ronald and Ginerva Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood and Hermione Granger. Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger have been close companions of Lord Potter for years now, and Miss Granger was rumored to be with Lord Potter last year during the Triwizard Tournament by Miss Rita Skeeter, though there wasn't any confirmation.
Harry growled as he threw down the Prophet onto a pile of papers next to his bed. He was somewhat surprised that the Prophet had gotten much of the article correct, though it painted an even larger bulls-eye on his and his friends' backs. He hadn't seen hide or hair of Ginny, Ron or Luna since the battle and Harry felt terrible about that. Hedwig had shown up the day after the battle, and Harry had written several letters to each Ron, Ginny and Luna asking if they were ok and telling them that he was staying with Hermione at St. Mungo's. Hedwig had returned with a response from Luna, saying that she was fine, thanking him for his concern and happy for him that he had gotten rid of the Nargles floating around his head.
Harry shook his head after he read the dotty Ravenclaw's letter. Neville had returned with word from Hogwarts three days after the battle, saying that Ron and Ginny had gotten treatment from Madam Pomfrey back at Hogwarts. The Longbottom heir also said that Snape had tried to have Harry expelled due to Harry leaving the grounds without permission and failing to return when told too. Professors Flitwick and Sprout shot him down though, saying that Harry was to be commended for showing such loyalty to his friends. Harry snorted at the thought of the Potions Professor, before a burning inferno roared within him as he remembered that Harry had told Snape what was happening before they left for the Ministry. It was Snape's fault that Harry and his friends had nearly died, the Order failed to show up until it was almost too late. Dumbledore himself had told Harry that Snape had only told the Order well after they had left. The Order should have been waiting for them when they arrived at the Ministry but no the bastard had just sat on the message until the last possible minute.
And Snape had been helping Voldemort in sending Harry visions by purposely sabotaging Harry's efforts to learn Occulmency, something that Harry had suspected from the beginning but Director Bones had confirmed it during their brief meeting.
"Harry," Hermione's voice brought Harry from his angry musing. Harry turned and saw her looking at him, concern filling her chocolate brown eyes.
"Hey there Mione," Harry said, raising an arm. Hermione smiled and snuggled into his side. "How are you feeling?"
"Ok," she answered. Harry gave her a pointed look. She sighed. "Fine Harry," she whispered. "I'm not fine, I'm no where near fine. A Death Eater curses me due to my stupidity in thinking that he wouldn't be able to cast silently. Then I find out that my Headmaster has been trying to control my best friend's life and mine and the icing on the cake is that I can't have children." Tear began pouring down Hermione's cheeks as her body was wracked with sobs. Harry leapt from his chair and pulled Hermione into his lap, she instantly latched onto Harry like a life raft, and he was the only thing keeping her afloat.
"It'll be ok Mione," Harry whispered. "I swear to you, I will find someway to heal you. You will be able to have kids someday, I don't care what I have to do."
"Harry, you can't promise that," Hermione gasped. "It's hard enough as it is to deal with this, don't make promises that you can't keep."
Harry's face crumpled. "Mione, when have I ever broken a promise to you?" he whispered.
"Never," Hermione said just as quietly.
"Then believe in me, I will find a way to cure you even if it's the last thing I do," Harry said.
"I do believe in you Harry but you heard what the Healer said," Hermione said. "There's nothing more they can do."
"I know what the Healer said Hermione but I don't care," Harry snapped. "Don't give up Mione, where's the brave Gryffindor that has always supported me and been there for me. Well this time, I will be there for you and make sure that you are taken care of."
Tears welled up in Hermione's eyes as she launched herself into Harry's arms. Harry held her as sobs wracked her body.
"Hey Harry, Hermione, it's time to go," Remus' voice cut through the ward. "Is everything all right in here?" he asked tentatively. He and Harry had barely spoken to each other since their argument over Remus' blind loyalty to Dumbledore and looking back much of what Harry had pointed out made sense, especially in light of Dumbledore being arrested and then escaped from custody.
"We're fine Remus," Harry said with a slightly hard edge to his voice. Harry still hadn't forgiven Moony for taking Dumbledore's side during their argument, and the fact that he allowed Dumbledore to dictate what Remus could and couldn't do. "We'll be out in a minute." Moony nodded and closed the door.
"Come on Hermione, your parents, Sirius and Remus will be waiting for us," Harry said. Hermione nodded against his chest and slowly extracted herself from his body. Five minutes later, Harry and Hermione met the Grangers, Sirius and Remus in the lobby of the hospital floor.
"Hermione, Harry, I'm not really sure where you should go now," Sirius said. "Hogwarts might be considered the safest place in Britain but from your experiences there, that claim is blown out of the water. We could head to Headquarters, but I'm not sure if Dumbledore would be able to get in or not, since he's the Secret Keeper."
"Bollocks," Harry muttered. "Wait, my mum said that there was something waiting for me in her vault at Gringotts. Why don't we go there? I haven't seen anything of my parents'; they must have left me something. I've heard things around Hogwarts that the Potters were one of the most powerful and wealthiest families in all of Britain."
"No question about that Harry," Sirius said. "Your family is one of the top five richest families in Britain with the Bones', Blacks', Longbottoms' and the Royal Family. You were supposed to learn of your family's holdings when you turned 14."
"Well, I didn't get to go to Diagon Alley the last two years," Harry said.
"Then Gringotts should have sent you something," Remus said. "Something is very wrong here. Gringotts wouldn't shirk on their duties like this, the goblins are known for being extremely reliable in these type of matters."
"So Gringotts?" Harry asked. Sirius and Remus nodded. Harry turned to Hermione. "Are you up to go to Gringotts or?"
"Actually, perhaps if it were best if we went home," Mr. Granger said. "I think a good night's sleep in our own beds would do us all a world of good. And there are some questions that need answering," he added looking at Hermione with a look that sent shivers up and down Harry's spine.
"Well Moony, why don't you with them?" Harry suggested. When he saw Mr. Granger about to object, he continued, "We don't know where Dumbledore is or if anyone is going to come after you, Remus is a fully qualified wizard as well as a Defence Master. If someone tries to attack you, Remus and Hermione will be able to fend them off enough for you all to get away."
Mr. Granger made to object but his wife's hand on his arm stopped him. "Fine then, let's go Hermione," Robert said shortly. Hermione gave Harry a searching look but followed her parents out of the ward, Remus trailing her.
"Come on pup," Sirius said. "They'll be fine. We need to hurry if we want to get to Gringotts today." Harry nodded reluctantly and followed Sirius out of the ward and checked out. They reached Diagon Alley twenty minutes later and quickly made their way to the bank's entrance.
"Hello Master Teller," Sirius said to a free goblin. "Lord Potter and I would like to speak to the account manager for the Potter accounts for a full reckoning of his holdings. We await his pleasure."
"Of course milord," the teller replied. Harry and Sirius were standing alone for just a few minutes before the teller returned with a goblin who was a head taller than the teller and dressed in much finer livery than any other goblin on the floor.
"Lord Potter, Lord Black," the goblin said. "Please come with me, I believe our meeting is better suited to taking place in my office."
"Of course sir," Sirius said. The pair of wizards followed the goblin through a side door off the main area of the bank. He then led Sirius and Harry to another door, this one had a gold plaque affixed to the door.
Manager of Potter family account
Harry and Sirius sat down opposite of Sharpshard, who pulled out several manila folders from the drawers of his desk.
"Lord Potter, Lord Black," Sharpshard said. "What can Gringotts and I do for you?"
"Please Manager Sharpshard, my family's name might have been given the title of 'Lord' but I certainly have not earned such an honor. I'm just Harry," Harry said.
Sharpshard looked over his papers at Harry, the goblin's black, glittering eyes bored into Harry's eyes much like Snape's would, however Sharpshard's eyes had an element of humor and respect in them. "You are a very curious human Lor…Harry," Sharpshard said. "But I will acquiesce to your request. Now Harry, Lord Black…"
"Sirius," Sirius said.
Sharpshard nodded. "Harry, Sirius, my question still stands. What can Gringotts do for you?" the goblin asked.
"It has recently come to my attention that, due to no fault of the bank, that I haven't been made aware of my family's holdings here or what it exactly means to be a Potter," Harry said.
"I see," Sharpshard said, steepling his fingers in front of him. "Ah yes, when I heard that you would be coming here today, I had my assistant go down to the Records department and find your family's file. When it was brought to me, I looked over it I found quite a few irregularities in your account. First off, we were told by Albus Dumbledore that you were going to wait until you came of age to take up your Lordship, obviously he was wrong, as two nights ago our sensors detected that the Potter Family Ring had…" Sharpshard trailed off as Harry raised his hand and showed the Potter ring on his finger.
"We need to see everything that has happened with the Potter account ever since James and Lily were killed," Sirius said. "Including withdrawals, access lists, everything!"
"Of course milord," Sharpshard said. The goblin snapped his fingers and a minute later, another large manila folder appeared on the desk. "This is the access list and withdrawal list from the Potter family vaults since November 5th, 1981, the first time the vaults were used between the time of the former Lord and Lady Potter's deaths and your arrival today, Harry."
Harry took the offered folder and opened it with trembling arms. Sirius looked over the folder as well, looking from his perch behind Harry. Sharpshard shivered as he felt a wave of magic explode from the young human sitting before him. The boy, no, young man's eyes were glowing a brilliant green and his already unruly hair was whipping wildly in an unseen breeze. The older human behind him wasn't faring much better.
"Fix this!" Sirius snarled as he threw down the folder onto the desk in front of Sharpshard. Inside were the details of even more treachery from Dumbledore. Over the years in which Sirius was imprisoned in Azkaban, Dumbledore had used his 'magical guardianship' to withdraw nearly five million Galleons from the Potter family vaults, or at least Harry's trust vault as only a Potter could enter the family vaults. So Dumbledore every six months would drain Harry's trust vault, then when it was refilled do it again. Dumbledore had spilt the stolen funds between himself, Hogwarts, Snape, the Ministry and the Weasleys.
It was the last name that sent a dagger through Harry's heart. He had known that Ron wasn't really much of a good friend to him but growing up without a single person you could even think to call a friend, had made him desperate for companionship, for friendship. Ginny had always seemed like a cross between a little sister-figure and a stalker. She had barely spoken a coherent sentence to Harry in the four years since he had met her; in fact their most meaningful conversation was after Harry had rescued Ginny from the Chamber of Secrets.
"How?" Harry asked, his voice cracking. "How could the Weasleys do this? It's not about the money but they just stole it from me like I wouldn't even care."
"I know pup, I know," Sirius said softly, though Harry and Sharpshard could hear the undercurrent of rage coiling deep within it. "They will have a reckoning coming soon enough."
"I'm afraid there is one other piece of business we must discuss Lord Potter," Sharpshard said. He pulled out a leaf of parchment from another folder and handed it to Sirius. Sirius' eyes bulged out as he read the document.
"What is this dribble!" he roared. "This can't be legal!" He threw the parchment onto the desk where Harry got a good look at it.
WHEREAS, the bridegroom, Harry James Potter, under the magical guardianship of one Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, shall be wed to one Ginerva Molly Weasley, with the knowledge and blessing of her legal guardians, Arthur Percival Weasley, and Molly Anne Weasley nee Prewitt, at a date no later than Ginerva's 16th birthday.
In order to complete this union, the parties agree to the use of potions, charms or spells in the case that either the bride or groom proves reluctant to wed.
Within twelve months, a child must be conceived, in order to achieve this welcome addition, potions may be used to insure that a child is conceived.
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, the legal magical guardian of the bridegroom, Harry James Potter, shall provide:
Hogwarts scholarships for each of the Weasley children
A key to Harry James Potter's trust vault for one, Molly Anne Prewitt nee Weasley, for school supplies
Each year, from now until this contract has been fulfilled, from the Potter vaults, a dowry of 10,000 Galleons shall be given to the Weasley family
Upon completion of this contract, a final dowry of 50,000 Galleons shall be given to the Weasley family
This contract, signed by, here were Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's signatures along with Dumbledore's loopy scrawl, on this date, November 5th, 1981.
Sharpshard's office began trembling as Harry's magic struggled to break free of his iron will.
"Harry!" Sirius cried. "You have to calm down, or you'll bring this whole place down. I know you're furious and all but we will deal with this and mark my words, I give you a Marauder's Oath that Dumbledore and the Weasleys will pay for this."
Harry looked up at his godfather, tears of anger and sorrow welling in his eyes. "How could they do this?" he repeated. "How could Mr. and Mrs. Weasley agree to such a thing? And Dumbledore, was nothing really real in my life? Mrs. Weasley said that I was like a son to her, but was all I just a way to get money. They signed this less than a week after my parents were killed. Was nothing in my life my own?"
"Lord Potter, I apologize on behalf of Gringotts and the Goblin nation for not catching this," Sharpshard said. "It seemed that Albus Dumbledore had longer fingers than we suspected him to have. This contract, as Albus Dumbledore was never truly recognized as your magical guardian, is worth nothing and is null and void. Lord Black, since he was never convicted of a crime, wasn't deemed ineligible of being your magical guardian. We also have your parents' will here, Lord Potter, if you would like to see it."
"Yes thank Manager Sharpshard," Harry said thickly as his emotions were still warring within him. He took the sealed scroll and opened it. As he looked over his parents' final will and testament, Harry took notice of several points of the will. The first one was that under no circumstances was Harry supposed to be put in the care of the Dursleys unless it was just Petunia. James and Lily had left quite a long list of possible guardians including Sirius, Remus, the Longbottoms, Professor McGonagall, Amelia Bones and a family called Greengrass. The name rang a bell in Harry's head as he remembered a girl being called right after Hermione during their OWLs. Another point that jumped out at Harry was that Dumbledore was a witness to the Will, and knew that his parents wouldn't have wanted him anywhere near the Dursleys.
"Dumbledore," Harry grumbled. "It all comes back to Dumbledore. He knew that I wasn't to go to the Dursleys but sent me there anyway. How could he disregard my parents' wishes so easily?"
"I don't know Harry," Sirius said in a world-weary tone. "I just don't know perhaps he just grew to used to having all the answers and no one standing up to him. I mean he was Albus Dumbledore, the defeater of Grindelwald and the greatest Light wizard since Merlin. But now, he's just as bad as Voldemort. He uses people as sacrifices or just plain uses them to take the fall."
"What are we going to do now? I don't think I could face the Weasleys after learning about this contract," Harry said. "Especially Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and what about Ron, Ginny, the twins? Was my relationship with them all a lie just so they could get my money?"
"That's something you're going to have to figure out yourself Harry," Sirius said. "I'm not sure but from what I know about Arthur and his oldest, aside from Percy, they are all trustworthy but after seeing Arthur's signature on that contract I'm not too sure anymore. Though, Arthur's Head of House seal wasn't on the parchment, so there's something wrong here."
"My Lord Potter, my Lord Black," Sharpshard said. Harry looked up at the goblin, he had forgotten they weren't alone in the room. "If you would like some time alone to discuss your options…"
"No, no Manager Sharpshard," Sirius said. "I believe that we have had enough surprises for the moment. I think it is time that we take our leave. Thank you very much for your time Manager Sharpshard."
"Actually Manager Sharpshard, if we could go down to my family's vault," Harry said. "My mother said that she left me something in our family's vault, and since I'm here I might as well as go down and take a look."
"Of course milord," Sharpshard said. "I will have a goblin met you outside to take you both down to the vaults."
"Thank you Manager Sharpshard," Harry said with a bow. Sirius bowed as well. Sharpshard rang a bell and the doors opened, reveling another goblin.
"This way sirs," the goblin said. Harry and Sirius bowed once more to Sharpshard before following the new goblin. They were led to the carts behind the main room of the bank and down to the Potter family vault.
Harry was stunned as the vault door hissed open. One half of the vault had mountains of Galleons, Sickles and Knuts arching toward the ceiling, the other half of the vault had dozens upon dozens of trunks and other heirlooms. Full sets of gleaming armors, shields, swords and other weapons shone brilliantly.
"So pup, where this trunk that Lily wanted you to have?" Sirius asked.
Harry looked around and walked deeper into the vault. Then at the very back of the vault, Harry spotted a weather-beaten wooden Hogwarts trunk. Harry's mother's name was painted on in green ink on the trunk; it looked liked decades old.
"Yeah, that's Lily's trunk," Sirius said. "I remember that paint job anywhere. When she was sorted into Gryffindor, Lily got some flack for having her name painted in green. Green meant Slytherin and back then, if you had anything representing Slytherin, you weren't going to be well liked. But that didn't dissuade Lily, she said it was her favorite color and she didn't care about all those House rivalries. She was the kindest person I ever met, and her nature allowed her to make friends with pretty much everyone she met."
Harry reverently traced his mother's name on the trunk. As soon as his fingers touched the smooth wood of the trunk, a jolt of lightning shot up Harry's arm.
"This is it," Harry said.
"How do you know? I wouldn't think that Lily would place someone so secretive in just her school trunk," Sirius said.
"I just know Sirius," Harry said. "I can feel it."
"All right pup," Sirius said. "Shrink it down and then we can get going." Harry nodded, and tapped the trunk with his wand. It quickly shrunk down to the size of a matchbox; Harry picked up the trunk and placed it in his pocket.
"Let's go," Harry said. He and Sirius followed the goblin back to the cart and to the surface. When they walked out of the bank, Harry had to shield his eyes from the sunlight.
"Padfoot, where are we going to go?" Harry asked. "You said that your place was out since Dumbledore is the Secret Keeper and could get in."
"True but I forgot that since I'm Lord Black, I can bare people from my properties," Sirius said. "I, Sirius Orion Black, Head of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black, bar Albus Percival Wulfric Dumbledore from all Black properties from this day henceforth."
There was a swirl of light that surrounded Sirius followed by a sharp snap, not unlike someone Apparating.
"What was that?" Harry asked.
"That was me taking control of Grimmauld Place's wards," Sirius said, shaking his head. "As the owner of the property, I have to be in on the Secret and the house's defenses are much older and stronger than anything Dumbledore could put up. So when I took control of wards and barred Dumbledore, the Fidelius Charm that he put up collapsed."
"So Grimmauld Place then?" Harry asked.
"No," Sirius said. "I know somewhere better. Before I was arrested, I owned a flat in Muggle London, somewhere I could get away from the war. When I got out of Azkaban, I made sure to check on the flat and extend the lease. We'll go there, only James, Moony and I knew where it is. I'll send Moony a Patronus message telling him to met us there."
Harry nodded and took Sirius' offered arm and with a sharp CRACK they vanished from Diagon Alley.
"Thank you for the escort Mr. Lupin, but we can handle things from here," Robert said. He threw the door shut before Remus could respond and quickly slammed the bolt shut.
"Daddy!" Hermione cried. "That was so…"
"SILENCE!" Robert shouted. "In the sitting room, now!"
Hermione had never seen her father act this way, she turned to her mother but what she saw sent her stomach plummeting. Emma Granger was glaring at her daughter, nodding. Hermione knew that she wouldn't be getting any help from her mother. Hermione marched into the sitting room and sat down, her parents following her and stood in front of her. Hermione looked down at the floor and fiddled with the hem of her skirt as she waited for her mother and father to speak.
"Hermione, your mother and I have come to a decision," Robert said. Hermione looked up. "You will not be returning to Hogwarts again!"
"What!" Hermione cried. "You can't do that! I'm a witch, I need to be at Hogwarts!"
"I don't care," Robert roared, spittle flying from his mouth. "You are forbidden from returning to that, that madhouse! And don't even think about seeing that boy ever again!"
"No buts Hermione," Emma said. "We almost lost you because of that boy, we were already losing you to that world. We will not allow you to see Harry again!"
"You can't do that, Harry's my best friend and my boyfriend! You were happy for us back at St. Mungo's!" Hermione shouted.
"I don't care," Robert shouted. "We were surrounded by those freaks, what else could we say if we wanted to get out of there alive!"
"What did you say?" Hermione asked quietly. "What did you call Harry, Sirius and Professor Lupin?"
A sneer spread over Mr. Granger's face. "What, a freak! That's right, you're all freaks! I can't believe that nutter of a Professor of yours even duped us six years ago. We should have just thrown her out for even coming here."
"So then," Hermione growled getting to her feet. "What am I then? Am I freak as well?"
"Of course not honey," Emma said quickly. "You are our daughter, you being anything like those freaks couldn't be farther from the truth."
"But I'm a witch," Hermione said. "Professor McGonagall is a witch, Sirius, Professor Lupin and Harry are wizards. What makes me so different?"
"You are our daughter, that makes the all the difference in the world," Emma said.
"You are pathetic!" Hermione shouted. "You call all witches and wizards freaks, and yet I'm a witch, I was born a witch and I will die a witch, and yet you don't call me a freak."
"But honey, you aren't one of them," Robert said, his voice scratchy from shouting. "You are nothing like them."
"How so? I use magic, Harry can use magic," Hermione said. "What is so different between them and I?" Mr. and Mrs. Granger blinked. "You can't answer that can you!"
"Hermione, dear, we just want what's best for you," Emma pleaded. "How many times have you been almost killed because of that boy?"
"None of those were Harry's fault!" Hermione screamed. "Trouble just seems to find him, he doesn't go looking for it. And in the wizarding world, at least I can fight back! In your world, I wouldn't be able too. You are asking me to forget a piece of me, almost as if you are asking yourself to forget about each other, could you do that?" Mr. and Mrs. Granger froze and looked at one another. "I love Harry, I would do anything for him. You don't know anything about Harry; you barely talk to me anymore, we haven't talked since I went to Hogwarts."
"And whose fault is that?!" Robert shouted. "You are barely here! We don't see you for ten months of the year while you're up at the madhouse you call a school. You're never here over the holidays, when was the last time you stayed with us for a summer or winter hols instead of going off with those freaks?"
Hermione fell silent. Her father had a point. The last time she had spent any meaningful time her parents was before her third year. She had spent the winter holidays of her second, third and fourth year at Hogwarts, this past year she went to Grimmauld Place, leaving her parents alone of an expensive skiing trip to be with Harry and the others. The summer holidays were just as bad, while she had spent time at home it was always cut short as Hermione would leave after a month to go to the Burrow, or this past year going nearly straight to Grimmauld Place for safety, as Dumbledore said. But what about her parents, why weren't they sent somewhere to be safe or even come with her.
"I'm sorry you think that way mother, father," Hermione said. Mr. and Mrs. Granger looked up at Hermione formal use of words and tone. "You can't keep me from seeing Harry, or the magical world. I want you to experience it with me but…"
"Hermione, honey, we're not part of that world!" Robert cried. "And neither are you!"
"Yes I am!" Hermione snapped. "I am a witch and I will die a witch, no matter what you think. If you can't accept that, then perhaps I should leave and let you go on with your normal lives."
"You aren't going anywhere young lady," Robert growled. "You are our daughter and still underage. You will abide by our decision, you will be staying here and we will be reenrolling you in school and that's the end of it."
"I'm sorry you feel that way but that won't be happening," Hermione said. Without another word and tears streaming from her eyes, she dashed past her parents and up to her room. She quickly began throwing clothes into a backpack. More and more clothes disappeared into bag that Hermione had charmed with a weightless and Expansion charm before the school year ended. She jumped, as there came a pounding on her bedroom door.
"Hermione Granger! You open this door right now!" her father's voice ripped through the door. "What is the rule in this house, no locked doors! If you are not out in this hallway in three seconds, I won't hesitate to break down this door. One…two…three!"
Hermione yelped in fright as her father shoulder-slammed the door. It shook against the hinges. Gathering up the rest of her clothes and materials, she made her way toward her bedroom window. Just as Hermione had unlocked the window, the bedroom door was sent flying into the room and framed in the doorway was Robert Granger, breathing heavily.
"Where the bloody hell do you think you are going young lady?" Robert roared. "Get away from that window!"
"I'm getting away from you," Hermione screamed. "If you won't let me see Harry and go back to Hogwarts, then I'm not going to stay here." She climbed up onto the windowsill and stuck her head through.
"Oh no you don't," Robert shouted as he raced across the room. Hermione's eyes widened in fear as her father barred down on her, arms outstretched. Hermione felt a squeezing sensation and with a sharp CRACK, she vanished into thin air.
Harry and Sirius reappeared in a dark room. "So that was Apparition?" Harry asked, rubbing his ears to get rid of the ringing.
"Yeah," Sirius said flicking his wand and turning on the lights. "It gets some getting used too. Though it's right useful, and saves your bits from aching on a broom or throwing up after a Portkey."
"So this is your flat?" Harry asked, looking around the room. It was sparsely furnished, though that was somewhat to be expected, as it hadn't been occupied in some time.
"Yep," Sirius said. "It isn't much but it's better than Grimmauld Place. And no one aside from Remus knows where it is."
"What about Wormtail?" Harry asked.
"No," Sirius said. "I never told him about this place. Each of us had safe houses during the War that the others didn't know about, though I told James about this one. It wasn't until after I escaped from Azkaban and after your third year that I told Remus." Harry nodded in acceptance of Sirius' answer. "Come on, let me show you around."
Sirius took Harry on a tour of the three-bedroom flat, the master bedroom, Harry's new room and the guest room where Remus would stay most of the time. The kitchen was up-to-date, as Sirius had had the flat refurbished when he escaped Azkaban. After the tour, Harry returned to his room and was about to open Lily's trunk when there came a knock at the front door. Harry's wand was in his hand before he even knew it.
"Sirius?" Harry called out.
"Don't worry pup, its just Moony," Sirius said.
Frowning, Harry made his way back to the sitting room and saw Sirius closing the front door behind Moony. "Remus, what are you doing here?" Harry asked. "You're supposed to be with Hermione and her parents!"
"Calm down cub," Remus said. "I know but Mr. Granger didn't seem to enjoy my company any longer than it took to escort the Grangers home. He didn't invite me in and slammed the door in my face as soon as they were inside."
"What!" Sirius and Harry cried.
"I stuck around for a few minutes, laying down some alarm wards," Remus said. "And while I was, I heard some raised voices coming from inside. It sounded like Mr. and Mrs. Granger were upset at the fact that Hermione hadn't told them everything that had happened at Hogwarts. I think that they thought they were going to lose their daughter to a world that they couldn't understand."
Sirius nodded. "I can see where they are coming from. Lily said that as the years went on during Hogwarts she lost touch with her parents, it's probably the same with a lot of Muggleborn families."
"Do you think that Hermione will be ok?" Harry said. "Her parents seemed really nice, scared for sure but Hermione always…actually, Hermione doesn't talk about her home life very much. This was the first time I'd ever met them, if you don't count seeing them for a few seconds before second year. You don't think that the Grangers are like the…Dursleys?"
Remus and Sirius shook their heads frantically. "No," Sirius said sharply. "The Dursleys are monsters, plain and simple. The Grangers care for Hermione very much and I think that, like Moony said, they are scared that they are losing their daughter to a world that they can't possibly hope to understand."
In the midst of the trio, a figure appeared, one with bushy brown hair and clutching a bag that seemed quite empty.
"Hermione!" Harry cried as he rushed over and pulled Hermione into his arms.
"Harry!" Hermione screamed as she buried her face into his chest.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"Better question is; how did you get here? You don't know how to Apparate and the only people who know where this place is are me, Moony and now Harry."
"I don't know," Hermione whimpered. "I just had to get to Harry, and it happened. I felt like I was being squeezed through a rubber hose or something. But how could I Apparate, I don't know how too. I mean I've read about it but never tried it."
"It looks like it was accidental magic," Remus said.
"I did something similar when I was like seven," Harry said. "I was running from Dudley and his goons and suddenly I was on top of the school's kitchens. What?" he added, seeing the looks coming from Sirius, Remus and Hermione.
"Harry, do you know how much power it takes to Apparate at such a young age and without knowing how to do it?" Remus asked. Harry shook his head.
"Maybe we should get back to the reason that Hermione is here instead of with her parents," Harry suggested. Hermione flinched in Harry's arms, something that Harry noticed. "Mione, what's wrong?"
"My parents," she whispered. She then launched into a description of what happened after her father had slammed the door in Remus' face. Harry's face grew dark as the word freak uttered from Hermione's mouth. He was reminded of the Dursleys and couldn't believe that the Grangers could be anything like them. His heart clenched when Hermione told them of her parents' threat to pull her from Hogwarts and forbid her from seeing Harry.
"But why?" he asked when Hermione had finished and had collapsed into sobbing against Harry's chest, soaking his shirt. "Why would the Grangers act so Dursleyish? They seemed so different at St. Mungo's, your mum seemed happy that we were getting together."
"They were faking it," Hermione whispered. "They said that because they were the only Muggles there, that they needed to act like they agreed and were happy so that we wouldn't use magic on them."
"WHAT!" Harry, Sirius and Remus roared, causing Hermione to flinch and bury herself more into Harry.
"We would never do that!" Sirius growled. "How could they think that?"
"Look at it from their point of view," Remus said. "They just found out that the Headmaster of their daughter's school had put her under a spell. So if you can't trust the Headmaster of your daughter's school, it isn't out of the realm of possibilities that the Grangers thought that one of us might do the same thing."
"He's got a point," Sirius said. "Remus was the logical one of the Marauders, at least until Lily joined. But something doesn't smell right."
"What do you mean Padfoot?" Harry asked.
"What if someone 'changed' the Grangers mind?" Sirius said. "I mean, I didn't get any feeling that Robert and Emma were acting when we were in the ward at St. Mungo's, they seemed happy that Harry and Hermione were getting closer. Sure they were angry that their daughter had been cursed but that's understandable."
"Sirius, we were with the Grangers the whole time, how anyone could have put them under a spell without us noticing is beyond me?" Remus said.
"I know but that's more likely than the Grangers acting like that normally," Sirius said.
"Fear, anger can do things to a person," Remus answered reasonably. "The Grangers probably feel that they are losing their daughter, and want to hold on to her as much as they can."
Sirius and Harry nodded, as Harry continued to rub small circles on Hermione's back, as her sobs grew softer.
A/N: Well there you have the newest chapter of Harry Potter: Jedi Mage. The fight between Hermione and her parents is something that I worked on for a bit, still not sure if it is all that good, so I might go back to it later. The situation is something that I thought of to show more of the Grangers as well as bring up how some Muggleborn families might react to their children drifting away into a world that they couldn't really follow. JK Rowling really didn't give us anything on Hermione's parents in canon so I thought that this might be a somewhat believable reaction, if you have any suggestions on how to make it more believable message me or put it in a review and I'll give it a look. Enjoy,