Chapter 3 – Meet the Parents
"Mum, dad!"
Hermione let go of Harry and her trunk to hug her parents. Her mum squeezed her extra long and then she stepped back and took Harry's hand as both her parents raised their eyebrows.
"You remember Harry. He's going to come stay with us this summer. I know it's a surprise, but I'll explain when we get home. Please trust me. Harry, do you remember my mum Jean and dad Neil?"
"Yes Mione. I last saw the two of you on the platform at the start of the school year. It's good to see you again."
Hermione began to move forward and her parents took the hint. Her mother shot her a look and took her arm while her dad grabbed her trunk. She had stuck Crookshanks' crate to the top and he jostled a bit and screeched, but soon they were set and proceeding through the magical barrier into the muggle portion of King's Cross station. Once they left the station, they walked a block to where the Grangers had parked and Hermione was glad to see they had brought the Land Rover. There would be more than enough room for hers and Harry's trunks, as well as Crookshanks, Hedwig and Harry's broom. Once they were all loaded, Neil began to navigate the busy traffic and Jean tried to make small talk with Hermione and Harry. She turned and saw that they were sitting quite close in the backseat and were linked still. Neil looked in the mirror and saw the same, but soon had to watch traffic again. The ride to the Grangers' home was tense, but Harry had had much worse drives with the Dursleys. As long as he had Hermione to hold onto he would be alright. The ride took forty minutes as they made their way north out of London on the way to Cambridge. At one point Harry saw the same small Fiat zipping in and out of traffic and figured the Aurors must be tailing them. Neil noticed the same car and scowled.
"I don't know what is going on, but I think we have a tail. Whoever it is, is either the best driver ever or damn lucky with the maneuvers they're pulling."
"Actually dad, that's probably the Aurors. Headmaster Dumbledore said we would be assigned security. And they probably have an anti-collision charm so that it doesn't matter how good they drive."
Neil looked in the mirror at his daughter once again and shook his head.
"Well, I certainly hope you can explain all of this very shortly."
"As soon as we're home dad."
The Grangers lived on the edge of a good size village between London and Cambridge, and Harry was impressed at the beautiful modern English revival house that Neil pulled up in front of. He pulled into the garage and parked the Land Rover next to Jean's BMW. Harry got out and helped Hermione before going to help Neil with the trunks. Jean watched his attitude and was impressed that the young man certainly seemed to have good manners. Soon they were in the house and Neil deposited the trunks at the bottom of the stairs, apparently unwilling to take them further until he received explanations. Hermione let Crookshanks out and then turned to see her parents standing side by side, waiting.
"Alright, why don't we go in the living room and talk?"
Hermione took Harry's hand and they followed her parents to the living room. Once there, Hermione began to circle the room and lay down heavy privacy charms. Both her parents watched, astounded.
"Hermione, you can't do magic outside of school!"
"I can now mum, but we'll get to that. It's important that what is said here does not go further. The Aurors should be outside now under disillusionment charms laying down wards over the house and grounds. There will be a guard the entire time we are at home and a guard that follows us if we leave. You don't have to worry, they will remain disguised or disillusioned."
Jean blanched and Neil scowled as they settled into a sofa. Hermione and Harry sat on a loveseat across from them and clutched onto each other. They had discussed how to do this, and Hermione thought it best that she take the lead to start.
"Mum, dad, we have quite a bit to tell you. Some of it will be hard to understand and some will be difficult for you, but I ask only that you let us tell you everything first. You know that there is a dark wizard named Lord Voldemort that has been rising in power and that Headmaster Dumbledore is one of the people fighting to stop him. You also know the story of what happened to Harry fourteen years ago and how he somehow defeated the Dark Lord when he was a baby. Since then Lord Voldemort has had to live a half-life without his own body. Two years ago, when I was petrified, he tried to possess the body of a first year student at the school. Thanks to Harry, he was stopped. This past year Harry was improperly forced to participate in a very dangerous competition called the Tri-Wizard tournament. Something horrible happened at the end of that tournament and I'm going to let Harry tell you his story."
"Thanks Mione. Mr. and Mrs. Granger, the Tri-Wizard tournament is a competition where champions from three magical schools compete in three extremely difficult magical tasks spread over the school year. The tournament was designed to foster camaraderie among the young people at the different schools. The tournament is so difficult that an age limit was placed on it where no one under seventeen could compete. I did not enter my name for consideration, but Lord Voldemort had a Death Eater in the school under disguise who managed to put my name in. I became a fourth champion. The way the tournament was arranged, once my name was chosen, it was a binding magical contract and I had no choice but to compete. I did not find out the reason that person wanted me in the tournament until the final task that took place a week ago. At the end of that task, myself and another student tied as we reached the final cup. As soon as we took hold of it, the cup transported us away from the school. I can give you full details later, but Lord Voldemort was waiting for me. He had not intended for two of us to come with the cup. The other student, a Hufflepuff named Cedric Diggory, was killed by a Death Eater immediately. I was then tortured and forced to donate my blood for a dark rite. That rite allowed Lord Voldemort to take physical form again. I managed to escape afterward and use the cup to transport back to Hogwarts. I was injured, but told my story and Dumbledore managed to uncover the Death Eater hidden in the school. After that, I was taken to the hospital wing to be treated for my injuries overnight."
Harry paused and looked at the Grangers. Jean's mouth hung slightly open and they both looked pale. He turned and smiled at Hermione and she continued as they had planned.
"I know this is a lot to understand mum and dad, but now I need to tell you the rest. When Harry was in the hospital wing, I stayed by his bed overnight. You know that Harry and I have been friends for years. Now, I have to confess that I have been falling in love with him for a couple years now. I denied my feelings for fear of damaging our friendship. When I saw him disappear after he took the cup, and then when he returned hurt with Cedric dead next to him, I thought I had lost him. I cannot tell you what that felt like. We've had some hard times before this, but I have never felt despair like that."
Hermione choked a bit and wiped her eyes. Harry put an arm around her and pulled her close. Once she collected herself, she continued.
"So, I stayed at his bedside all night. I needed to be there to see him wake up. The next morning when he woke I was so relieved. Then I became quite upset and yelled at him for almost dying on me. You know how worked up I can get. After I yelled at him, I started crying and Harry hugged me. He then confessed to me his feelings and told me he loved me. I couldn't believe that he felt the same way and I confessed the same to him. Then he kissed me and something quite strange happened. There was a very bright light and chimes sounded. Madam Pomfrey witnessed it and went running for the headmaster. Later, once Harry was discharged, the headmaster explained what happened. It was something I have read about, but hadn't realized what it was. What happened is that Harry and I became soul bound to each other. It's extremely rare and many witches and wizards consider it something from myths and fables. It's hard to explain what it's like, other than the light and music, it's like everything perfect in the world is being heaped onto you and for a few moments you feel as if nothing has been or ever will be wrong in life. It's…quite amazing."
Hermione looked at Harry as she found it hard to speak again. She was supposed to continue, but Harry whispered to her and she nodded for him to take over.
"I know you must be wondering what this means. Headmaster Dumbledore had us in his office and was about to explain when three owls arrived. We each received one from the Ministry, and I also received one from Gringotts. The Ministry was congratulating us on our soul bond. The magic that was released when we bonded registered immediately at the Ministry. The authorities registered us as bonded, which in the wizarding world means we're married. We're also legally emancipated, which is why we can now do magic outside school."
"WHAT?"
"You're…married? But, Hermione's fifteen. How old are you Harry?"
"I'll be fifteen in July."
"Now look Harry, Hermione has talked about you a lot and you sound like a fine young man, but I cannot tolerate whatever this is that happened with my fifteen year old daughter. You are certainly welcome to visit and you may date her with proper restrictions, but the rest of this is ridiculous."
"Dad, please sit down and let me explain a bit more. I know this is difficult. What you need to understand about soul bonded individuals is that we cannot be separated. From the time we bonded, Harry and I have tried to hold hands most of the time. If I separate from him for longer than about twenty minutes, I become incredibly tired and drained. It's actually gotten slightly better. The first day it only took a few minutes. Gradually the time we can be apart will increase as our magic settles into our bond. If we are kept apart for too long, it may prove fatal. I'd have to look at the few records that there are on soul bonded couples. I don't know if any have ever tested that theory."
"Mr. Granger, there is something else that you need to know. When I became emancipated, I received a letter from Gringotts. I am the last surviving heir of House Potter and immediately took my hereditary title and assumed leadership of my house, including my vault, patents, businesses and properties. At that time the goblins asked if I wished to accept Hermione as my wife and make her Lady Potter, or if I wished to keep her as a concubine and take another for a wife later. I know, the idea is horrendous. I was appalled and obviously there was no choice, but the goblins are quite formal in the old ways. Hermione accepted the ring of House Potter and is now my lady."
At this point, Harry drew his wand and dissolved their glamour charms to show their house rings. Jean just shook her head.
"So, you're Lord and Lady Potter now?"
"Yes mum."
Neil seemed too stunned to say more at the moment, then Jean noticed the ring on Hermione's other hand.
"Is that a wedding ring?"
"Yes mum. We found it in the vault after we met with the Potter account manager. It was Harry's mum's. He offered it to me and gave me the choice if I wanted one of my own that he would buy for me, but I love this one. It's quite special."
"Good god, you really did it. You went and got married. You're bloody fifteen!"
"Neil, please, language. It's difficult, but it wasn't something they planned."
"Mr. Granger, please know that I love your daughter more than my own life. I know we're young, but neither of us is your average immature teenager. We've been through a lot together. If we weren't meant to be together, the magic wouldn't have bonded us. Also, I want you to know that I plan on completing my schooling and finding a good job, but I don't really need to. I have enough money, including ongoing income from family businesses, to provide for us for several lifetimes. I also own a number of properties, including the ancestral Potter home of Druimoor. I can show you my account statements from Gringotts if you wish."
"Please. Let's get all of this out on the table now."
Harry went to his trunk and pulled out the rolls of parchment from Gringotts. He handed them to Neil and went back to sit by Hermione. The parchments included all details, including the rough conversion rates to British pounds. Jean leaned over and scanned the parchments at the same time as her husband and they both paled again. When they finished, Neil set it aside and rubbed his face, then he stood and began pacing. After a minute, he turned back to talk to Hermione and Harry.
"Alright, so now my fifteen year old daughter is magically married. She is also now nobility and wealthy beyond imagining. And if I decide to try to separate her from her husband, they will both probably die. Oh, and her husband is being hunted by a dark wizard who just came back to life and wants to kill him. Is that a good summary?"
"Yes dad, except you forgot the part where we plan on fighting and destroying the dark wizard so that we can live in peace and enjoy a happy future."
Neil just nodded and sunk back onto the couch next to his wife. He leaned into her for a minute and then they rose.
"Please excuse us for a couple minutes. We need to talk."
Harry and Hermione waited, lost in their thoughts and clinging to each other. As the minutes grew longer, Hermione became more nervous. Harry pulled her close and kissed her briefly before placing his forehead against hers. They closed their eyes and breathed in each other's breaths, taking comfort from their closeness. A few minutes later, the Grangers returned to the room and paused at the sight. Jean suppressed a sob. It was obvious how bonded they were. She may not understand it completely, but then she didn't understand much of her daughter's world. Neil cleared his throat as they proceeded into the room. Harry and Hermione pulled apart and turned to look at her parents. Jean was the one who spoke for them.
"Hermione, your father and I have spoken and have come to an initial acceptance of what you've told us. This is of course quite difficult. Harry is welcome to stay, as we do not wish to push you away. Obviously the two of you have other places you could retreat to. I suppose you and Harry will need to share a room?"
"Yes mum. Actually, on the evening of our bonding, Professor McGonagall assigned us married student quarters at school and we moved out of the main Gryffindor tower."
Jean caught her breath and Neil shook his head and exploded.
"So you're sleeping together?"
"Yes dad. We're married. Not that it's your business, but we are taking our physical relationship slow. This was all quite sudden."
Neil just shook his head again and Jean took over.
"Alright, I suppose the two of you should get settled. Go ahead and show Harry upstairs please Hermione."
Hermione stood and hugged both her parents. Then they all walked out to the hall and she and Harry pulled their wands and levitated their trunks upstairs. The Grangers hadn't seen much magic and stood, watching, once again stunned. Hermione led Harry up the broad mahogany stairs to an upstairs hallway. She stopped at the third door on the right and opened the room. Harry followed her in and suppressed a smirk at the very girly room. The walls were lavender with a pink rose border. The room was quite large with a white iron double bed with a chenille spread. The window had fluttery lace curtains over window covering blinds. Opposite the bed stood an entire wall of white bookshelves with a desk built into the center of them. The room had hardwood floors, but was covered almost wall to wall by a large pastel rug with pink roses and a baby blue border. The far wall of the room had a large walk-in closet and by the door was a long, low dresser with a full mirror above. Between the two was a door that was cracked open and appeared to lead to a bathroom. Harry stood for a minute, taking it all in. He hadn't really thought what Hermione's room would be like, but he certainly wouldn't have guessed on what he found. She turned and saw him looking around and shook her head.
"I know, it's a princess room. Mum designed it when I was five. It was my birthday present. I loved it then, but I grew out of it. I was about to ask for an update when I received my Hogwarts letter and since then I haven't been here enough to make it worth the effort of changing it."
"It's, um, nice. I was just a bit surprised. I suppose I can see you at five in here. You were lucky to have parents who cared enough to give you something so nice."
"Oh Harry…"
Hermione turned to him and wrapped him in her arms, peppering his jaw with small kisses.
"Never again Harry. You never have to go back to that place. Now I get to spoil you and you can even spoil yourself. Have a few of the things you should have always had."
Harry smiled and kissed her, pulling back to smile and just stare at her beauty.
"Thanks love. We'll build a good life together. First job, destroy Voldemort."
"Hmm yes, nothing much to do there."
They both giggled and then Hermione suggested they get settled. Her closet actually had plenty of space and Harry started to unpack his muggle clothes. As he did, Hermione was reminded of the sad state of his clothing. She was so used to seeing him in school uniforms and robes, she had forgotten.
"Well Harry, I think one of the first things we need to is get you some more clothes. Something of your own. Then you can toss those rags and be rid of one more piece of the Dursleys."
"I suppose you're right. I'm used to them, but these clothes are sad. Definitely not appropriate for escorting my lovely young wife around."
Hermione smiled and kissed him. Soon Harry was responding and they found themselves standing in the closet snogging. They were so involved, they didn't hear Jean call them. The door was still open, so she came in, looking around.
"Hermione…Harry…"
Jean stopped when she reached the closet and couldn't keep from smiling. Hermione blushed as she and Harry separated.
"Hi mum, need something?"
"Just wondering what your plans are for the day? Your father suggested dinner out later. By the way, you have your own room. You don't have to hide in the closet."
"I know mum, we were just talking and then one thing led to another. Anyway, I think we should go out. Harry, what do you say we start your shopping and have dinner out? No time like the present."
"Sure love. Sounds good."
"Shopping?"
"Yes mum. Harry has no muggle clothes that aren't years old and hand me downs from his cousin. Now that he doesn't have to wear them anymore, I told him we should go shopping. Is that alright?"
"Oh yes, fine dear. I hadn't realized. I'll let your father know the plan. Also, I'm adjusting to this whole situation, but you know your father takes a while. I might suggest you refrain from being too affectionate with each other for a while. I know with young love, it's difficult, but please try."
"I understand mum. Thanks for being understanding."
Hermione and Harry settled a few more of their things. Harry also set Hedwig's cage on the dresser and then opened the window to let her fly for a while. Crookshanks was already settled on the bed, looking happy to be home. A few minutes later, they made their way downstairs to join the Grangers. Harry noticed when they got downstairs that Neil assessed him, apparently taking in the state of his clothing.
"Mum, dad, before we go, I think I'll step out and see if I can signal whoever is on guard. I'd like to let them know our plans. Where are we going, down to the Coventry mall?"
"Yes dear. I thought that Harry should be able to find most of what he needs there and we'd have a selection of food as well."
Hermione nodded and stepped out the door, casually examining some roses, while surreptitiously looking around.
"I wish I had someone to talk to about my plans…" she said casually to the air "…guess I'll have to go in the garage and look around."
Hermione went and punched the code in to open the garage door and stepped to the back where it was darker. She held her wand loose, waiting. A few seconds later, a woman with bright pink hair appeared in front of her.
"Wotcher Lady Potter. You wanted to talk?"
"Um yes…Miss?"
"No Miss. I'm Tonks. Nymphadora Tonks, but just call me Tonks. I'm on day duty today. Followed you from the station. Merlin, I hate muggle traffic. Much prefer apparating. So, what can I help you with Lady Potter?"
"First, it's Hermione. I'm not holding court. My parents, Harry and I are going to the mall to shop and have dinner. Coventry Mall. It's about twenty minutes south of here. We'll probably take mum's car. Dad hates parking the Land Rover in a garage. Is that alright?"
"Certainly. Although thank you for the warning. The house is warded now, but I'll call someone to come over and drive with me. When we are out in public, there's supposed to be two of us. By the way, that was smart what you did to tell me you wanted to talk, but maybe a signal or a whistle?"
Hermione whistled a brief tune, something her father taught her when she was young.
"How's that?"
"Very nice. Please tell Harry and your parents if they need to talk to us to whistle that and step in the garage. Keep the nosy neighbors away."
"Thanks Tonks. We'll be leaving in five."
Five minutes later, Jean backed out of the driveway and they were on their way to the mall. On the way, Hermione informed them how to get the attention of the Auror guard if they needed to talk. Harry nodded and squeezed her hand as he took in the scenery and familiarized himself with the neighborhood. Neil remained quiet, but Jean and Hermione talked about a bit about school and how her schoolwork was going. As they approached the mall, Jean looked in the mirror at Harry.
"So Harry, Hermione explained that you need to shop because your clothes are old hand me downs. You were raised by your aunt and uncle right? I guess times were hard."
Hermione looked at Harry warily. He didn't like to talk about the Dursleys much. He squeezed her hand reassuringly.
"It's alright Mione. I know I don't talk about the Dursleys much, but your parents deserve to know. We're family now. Jean, my aunt and uncle never asked to be my guardians. It was forced on them. If it had been up to my uncle, when I was put on their doorstep at a year old he would have shipped my off to an orphanage. My aunt insisted I stay out of a feeling of guilt and obligation to her dead sister, my mum. That obligation was only just enough for them to provide the basics for my existence. Almost anything they gave me was used or hand me down from their son Dudley, who is almost the same age as me. Unfortuately, Dudley is about three times my size. Aunt Petunia got good at figuring out how to shrink the clothes a bit. Then she'd cut the pants off or roll the sleeves and belt the pants on to make them work. Any time I needed something bought, she found the cheapest she could because Uncle Vernon would complain for days about spending anything on me."
"Oh my. And they were your only relatives? You were there until you were eleven, for ten years?"
"Yes, they are my only living relatives. And yes, ten long years. Hogwarts truly saved me. It was my first real home that I have any memory of. It's kind of strange that after Uncle Vernon complained about money so much that I'm wealthy. It's a good thing he never knew what I would be worth when I came of age."
Any further conversation was stalled by their arrival at the mall. Jean circled for a bit and found a parking space. They entered the mall and Harry looked around. He hadn't been to malls often. The couple of times he had, Petunia usually dragged him through quickly and was not happy about it. Hermione quickly took the lead and led him to a large department store. She and Jean soon were throwing things at Harry with a 'what do you think?' and a 'mmhmm, yes, try this on'. Harry just stood and held the growing stack of clothes. He turned to Neil, who had taken up a nearby chair and settled in for the wait. The two men locked eyes and Neil chuckled at him.
"Welcome to married life Harry. Just follow their lead. Especially if you don't know what you're doing."
Harry nodded and turned back around to take the next shirt Hermione brought to him. Soon he was sagging and the women took pity on him as they pushed him to a dressing room. Half the stack of clothes appeared to be doubles of other items, but in a different size. Since Harry hadn't know his sizes, the women had been guessing. They hadn't been far off and soon Harry was able to toss aside wrong sized items and decrease the stack a bit. Hermione and Jean had actually done quite well and he liked most of what they had selected. It seemed to take forever to try on everything, especially since new items kept sailing over the dressing room wall as new items were found. Eventually he demolished the wave of clothing and had whittled it down to a not unsubstantial stack of 'yes' items. In the end, he ended up with four pairs of jeans, three blue in different shades and a tight black pair that Hermione quite admired his bum in, five pairs of trousers, six dress shirts, a dozen t-shirts, a couple sweatshirts, three ties, two jumpers, a heavy jacket, one pair of dress shoes, two sets of pajamas, a robe, socks and underwear. Harry was surprised that they had found his entire wardrobe in one stop and was glad the shopping was over. The largesse set him back several thousand pounds, but he had changed plenty of galleons at Gringotts.
As they exited the department store, Neil and Jean offered to take the bags to the car while Harry and Hermione continued on. The two couples agreed to meet in an hour at an Indian restaurant the Grangers had liked in the past. Harry thought he was done, but Hermione insisted that they should look in some other stores to see if Harry found anything else he liked. He also needed a new pair of trainers, and that would require a shoe store. Realizing his day wasn't over yet, Harry just nodded and went along. Looking at his father-in-law, he saw Neil smirk as he waved goodbye on the way to the car. Hermione and Harry looked through a couple shoe stores before they found a pair of trainers he liked. He also picked up a pair of sandals for the summer and found it hard to believe that he now owned three new pairs of shoes. They browsed through a couple smaller stores and Harry picked up a few more items, including a blazer and a leather jacket. When Harry was finalizing the purchase of the jacket, Hermione wandered out of the store and he found her across the way looking in the window of a jewelry shop. He snuck up behind her and saw the piece that had caught her eye. It was a Chinese style silver hair comb with a peacock detail inlaid with abalone and opals. He could almost feel how much she like the piece. Still standing behind her, he hadn't announced himself as he stepped to the side and entered the store. Hermione saw him and darted after him.
"Harry, what are you doing?"
Despite her protests, he insisted on buying her the comb. The saleswoman also kindly provided a mirror so that Hermione could pull her hair back with the comb immediately as Harry watched and smiled. She really did like it, although she didn't want Harry to spoil her. She looked over and saw him grinning foolishly and realized how much he was enjoying himself. She smiled and kissed him, causing the saleswoman to beam at them. With that final purchase complete, they exited the store and made their way to the Indian restaurant. They entered and the host led them back to where the Grangers were waiting.
"So, shopping all done? Find your trainers?"
"Yes. And a couple other things."
"And I made the mistake of showing an interest in something at a jewelry store and Harry had to spoil me."
"Which I should be allowed if I wish."
Jean and Neil both admired the hair comb and chuckled at Hermione's mock dismay at his spoiling. Then the waitress showed up with a menu and everyone began deciding on what to eat. The food was all quite excellent and Harry enjoyed his time with the Grangers. They were both quite kind, even if Neil was obviously still reserved with him. When he briefly thought about what he would be doing if he had gone home to the Dursleys like usual, he shuddered and dropped the conversation he was engaged in. Hermione took hold of his arm and squeezed him.
"Harry love, you still with us?"
"Oh, sorry, yes Mione. Just thinking about the Dursleys and how happy I am now and how much different this night could have been."
"Don't think about it. Focus on now. You're done with that."
Harry smiled at her and leaned in to press his forehead to hers. Remembering that they had an audience, he refrained from kissing her. The Grangers sat across the table watching them in a scene that was actually more intimate than if they had been snogging. This young man who was now theirs had not had an easy life, but obviously he and Hermione made each other happy. Harry and Hermione separated and dinner continued happily. When the check came, both Neil and Harry reached for it.
"Harry, I know you can afford it, but let me tonight. Maybe we'll switch off in the future."
Harry nodded and smiled. Soon the bill was paid and they left the restaurant. On the drive home, they spotted the same Fiat behind them. Once they were home, Harry began unloading his new wardrobe while Hermione prepared a couple loads of laundry. While the laundry ran, they curled up on a couch and watched the telly. Once the laundry was done and all his new purchases were stored in the closet that Hermione insisted was now theirs, the young couple said goodnight and retired to bed. The night was warm, so Harry opted for just pajama bottoms. Hermione wore a light tank and shorts as they climbed into bed and cuddled up. They talked a bit about the day and kissed briefly, but soon the emotional, long day took its toll and they both fell into a sound sleep.
Chapter 4 – At Home with the Grangers
The following morning, Harry was awake before Hermione and gently extracted himself from the bed. He went to the loo and took a quick shower before dressing in a simple outfit of jeans and a t-shirt. Hermione was still sleeping and he heard no one else up either, so he decided to treat her to breakfast. Making his way downstairs, he looked around at what was available and found scone mix, as well as eggs and plenty of fixings for omelets. He mixed up a batch of scones and soon had them in the oven. He was just starting to chop vegetables when Jean and Neil appeared.
"Good morning Harry. I see you cook."
"Yes Jean. My aunt and uncle had me do most of the cooking when I was home."
Jean scowled. "Well, can I help? You're looking a bit tired. A bit too much shopping yesterday perhaps?"
"Actually, I've been up for about forty minutes. I slept great, but I've been away from Hermione for too long. I'll be glad when she's awake. I've got this covered, but can you make tea?"
"That I can do." Neil chimed in.
Harry nodded and grew quiet as he finished his omelet prep while Jean settled on a stool to watch. Just as Harry was pulling the scones out and getting ready to start cooking the omelets, Hermione showed up. She was dressed simply in capris and a loose blouse. Her hair was still untamed and she wasn't very awake. She made her way straight to Harry and embraced him.
"Morning love. You must have been up for a while."
"I wanted to make you breakfast. It's almost done."
Hermione smiled and pulled back and he gave her a quick peck. She kept one arm around him while he started cooking the eggs. They remained connected for the rest of the breakfast prep while Neil and Jean sat and chatted with them. The Grangers were also carefully observing the demeanor of the young couple. By the time Harry had the omelets ready and started to prepare plates, Hermione had been wrapped around him for fifteen minutes and they were both looking decidedly more alert. As they took their plates to the table, Jean spoke up.
"Well, I have to say that was interesting. You told us about your connection and needing to remain together, but I hadn't fully realized it until what I just watched. Harry, you were up and away from Hermione for what, 40 or 45 minutes?"
Harry nodded.
"Well, when Hermione showed up you were both looking peaked. Almost like you may be coming down with something. Now you're both fine again. It's quite remarkable."
"That's what a soul bond is mum."
Neil didn't say anything, but he also hadn't touched his food. He just sat staring at the young couple. Jean brought him out of his thoughts.
"Eat while it's hot dear. It's quite good."
Neil nodded and started to eat. After his second bite, he set his fork down.
"You can cook!"
Everyone laughed and the mood at the table lightened as they discussed the day. They decided to take Harry on a bit of a tour of the neighborhood after breakfast. Neil and Jean had a lunch with friends scheduled and invited Hermione and Harry along, but they declined. Hermione didn't think she was ready to try to put on an act with her parents' friends. Once breakfast was finished, Jean insisted on cleaning up since Harry had cooked. She noticed that Harry looked a bit surprised, but then he and Hermione settled and sat, talking with her parents while they cleaned up.
"Harry, can I ask you something? About the family you used to live with?"
"Sure Jean."
"You said you did a lot of cooking and you seemed ready to jump in with the cleanup as well. Was that normal there?"
"Um, yeah. I did most the cooking, cleaning and gardening whenever I was home and wasn't in school."
"Even when you were younger? Didn't you ever play, go out with friends? Sorry, I shouldn't pry, I just wonder. I'm a mum."
"It's fine. Like I said yesterday, we're family now. Hermione already knows and you deserve to. I was left on the doorstep at a year old. I don't remember anything until I was about four maybe. I started with small chores then. I was doing most the cleaning by the time I was five. I started cooking around seven. I would say by the time I was eight I was doing most everything, at least when I wasn't in school. I did get to play when my chores and work were done. I usually got old toys Dudley didn't want or things he had broken. You should probably know too that I didn't have a bedroom of my own until I came back from Hogwarts. Until I was eleven, I slept in a cupboard under the stairs. It didn't have room for much more than a small bed and a chest. As for friends, I didn't really have any. My cousin was a bully and was jealous of any attention he didn't get. Anyone who tried to be nice to me got beat up. When he wasn't pounding on me that is. Everyone in school realized to stay away from the strange Potter boy or Dudley would hurt them. It didn't help when I would have strange things happen thanks to my accidental magic. Like when a girl got pushed on the playground and almost fell off the slide. I was standing right there and all of a sudden she stopped in midair and just bounced down lightly. I was the only one around so everyone figured I did something. I was basically labeled a freak. That's why when I got to Hogwarts and found friends it was so great for me. Now I've found love as well."
Hermione reached to him and he grabbed her arm. They sat staring at each other and didn't realize the Grangers had stopped doing the dishes and were just staring at Harry. Jean had tears in her eyes. She set the plate she was holding down and came around the island to embrace Harry, not saying anything. He remained a bit stiff for a minute and then relaxed and let her hug him. When she pulled back, she shook her head.
"I'm glad you and Hermione have each other Harry. You deserve to be happy. This is difficult for all of us, but I'm glad you're here and are never going back to those people. I don't know what Dumbledore was thinking, leaving you there."
"I needed the blood protection. And he was afraid if I was adopted into a wizarding family, I would grow up feeling special and coddled. He was hoping I would have a normal life. I don't think I was ever meant for normal though."
Jean shook her head and then went back to help Neil finish with the dishes. Once the dishes were done, Hermione went out to tell the Aurors the plan for the day. They left shortly after and began the tour of the neighborhood. Harry got to see Hermione's primary school, her favorite library, a small botanic garden, her father's favorite pub and several shops. The town where the Grangers lived was good sized, but still small enough that they were known around town. They were stopped at several points by acquaintances and everyone was quite happy to meet Hermione's 'boyfriend'. She and Harry had reinstated their glamour charms, so that the large diamond ring she wore wouldn't garner attention. Their last stop was at the local grocery to pick up a few things before they headed home shortly before noon. Neil and Jean left immediately after for their lunch with friends, while Harry and Hermione fixed sandwiches and took them to the backyard patio table to enjoy the fine weather.
"So love, what do you think of my parents and home so far? I know dad was a bit rough on you at first."
"Your parents are great Mione. Your dad's just protective. I completely understand. You're very special. And I know you are very capable, but your men still want to protect you. I think they're dealing with it well. We didn't have to call in McGonagall for backup. This is only the second day of my summer and it's already the best one I remember. Voldemort may be back, but I'm in love and married to my dream girl and it's hard to think right now that we've got a war starting."
"I know what you mean Harry. I've been thinking about that. I don't know why Voldemort is focused on you, but you're important to him. Something tells me that we're going to have to fight him and we need to prepare. For once, I'm not sure where to start. Do we just do our homework, hang out and wait until school starts again and talk to Dumbledore? I don't think I can do that. I suppose we need defense. We may even need to study some dark arts, simply to understand what he uses. Have you thought about it at all love?"
Harry sighed. "Yes. How can I not? Voldemort has his eye on me for some reason and I think I will have to fight him. Now that we're bonded, that means you'll have to fight him as well, even though I hate to admit it. I guess defense is a good starting point. I don't think we should wait for school. Honestly, this place is great, but I'm used to being busy during the summer. We have our homework, but it's not that bad. It will maybe take a week. Maybe we should pick up some basic defense books."
"I like that idea. I'd also like to see if we can find any books on soul bonds. We're doing well, but I'd feel better understanding more."
"Alright, well sounds like a trip to Diagon Alley is in order. I guess no time like the present."
They finished their lunch and went inside to cleanup. While Hermione was writing a note for her parents, Harry put some chicken in a pan and made a marinade. Covering the pan, he set it in the fridge. Unsure how best to get to Diagon Alley, they decided to step out front and whistle for an Auror. Then they went in the garage and waited. A short, old wizard joined them shortly.
"Good afternoon, Lord and Lady Potter. Dedalus Diggle at your service. What can I help you with?"
"Hello Mr. Diggle. We prefer Harry and Hermione. We were wondering if someone could possibly side-along apparate us to the Leaky? We need to go shopping in Diagon Alley."
"Oh certainly. Let me just put in a call so someone else can meet us there."
The small Auror pulled out a mirror and began speaking into it. Once he had finished his arrangements, Hermione locked the house and closed the garage door so they wouldn't be seen. Then the Auror took them each by an arm and apparated them to the Leaky Cauldron. Once they were there, a tall, lanky wizard approached them.
"Hello Dade. Hello my lord and lady. I'm Frank Davis, I'll be joining Dade shadowing you while you shop. Diagon should be fairly secure, but we've been told to exercise all caution with you two."
"Thanks Frank. And please, its Harry and Hermione. Can you please pass the word to any other Aurors who will be around us? We don't use our titles on a daily basis."
"Aye, sure thing."
Hermione led the way to the back of the Leaky and soon they were in Diagon Alley. Their first stop was to pick up some parchment and ink, as both of them were running low. Next, they made their way to Flourish and Blotts. After a half hour, they had picked out several texts on Defense Against the Dark Arts and one book on dueling. As they perused the selections, Hermione kept a light hold on Harry and could tell he was getting bored quickly. She still wanted to find something on soul bonds, but wasn't sure where to start. She overheard another customer ask for books on marriages and the clerk directed her to the relationship section. Hermione decided that would be a good place to start. She and Harry both looked through the small selection and found an old book toward the bottom. The printing was nearly sixty years previous and it was quite thin, but it seemed to be the only printing having anything to do with soul bonds. They added it to their basket and made their way to check out. After Flourish and Blotts, Hermione had to make a quick stop in the apothecary and Harry was already looking shopped out.
"Tell you what Harry. Why don't you go find us a seat at Fortescue's? I'll join you in a couple."
Harry hesitated. "I don't know that we should separate."
"I'll be right across the street. We have two Aurors with us."
Harry nodded. He really had had enough shopping. He had done more of it in the last two days than his entire life previously. He made his way across the street and staked a claim to the last outside table at the ice cream parlor. He tried to ignore the stares and whispers, but they had been fairly constant since they arrived at the Leaky. He hated being recognized. There was something to be said for shopping among muggles. He only had to wait a few minutes and Hermione was back. They decided on a butterscotch deluxe sundae and Harry went to get it while Hermione held the table. When he returned, they linked their left hands while using their right hands to eat their shared treat. They didn't talk much, but enjoyed the time together, exchanged smiles and winks. Once they were finished, they made their way back to the Leaky. Dade and Frank reappeared at their sides and Dade apparated them back to Hermione's house. When they arrived, they found Jean pruning the rose bushes and Neil puttering in the garage. Jean looked up and smiled at them and their guard.
"Oh good, you're back. I know you left a note, but I was a bit worried. And I assume you sir are one of the Aurors? Thank you for keeping us safe."
"Yes Mrs. Granger. Dedalus Diggle at your service and you are most welcome. We cannot have the Lord and Lady of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter in danger. Especially considering how much young Harry has already done to aid in the fight against the Dark Lord."
Neil had come out of the garage and stood behind them. He looked over at Jean and they traded a look, surprised at the deference the Auror showed. Dedalus tipped his hat and stepped away. Then he stepped in the garage to disillusion himself.
"So dear, how did your errands go? All done?"
"Yes mum. Harry and I needed a few study supplies and a couple books. We figured we'd put our time to good use."
"Sounds good dear. I noticed the chicken marinating. It looks like you have dinner planned. Or is it Harry? Anyway, you go ahead with your studying or whatever. I'm just going to finish the last couple of bushes."
"Actually Jean, dinner is my plan. I'm marinating the chicken in teriyaki sauce and was going to pair it with rice and stir fry vegetables if that sounds alright?"
Jean shook her head. "Fine Harry. I think you'll find we're not picky around here. I must say, I could get used to having a chef around."
Hermione and Harry laughed and left Jean to her rose bushes. Once they were inside, they decided to take their studying to the back garden since the day was so nice. They deposited their purchases upstairs and collected their assigned summer homework assignments. Soon they were settled in the back. Harry decided to get his potions essay out of the way, while Hermione was working on five chapters of Charms reading. He had leaned back against a tree, while Hermione used his lap as a pillow. The day was pleasantly warm and the tree provided perfect shade. Harry took a break for a minute and closed his eyes, breathing the warm summer breeze and feeling mightily content. Inside the house, Jean had finished her rose pruning and was standing in the kitchen washing, looking out the window at the young couple studying together. Neil came up behind her and nuzzled her neck, looking out to see what had caught her attention.
"Look at that. They certainly look content."
"Mmhmm. They are awfully sweet together."
"I agree. Harry seems like a good lad. He's been through a lot and seems appreciative of what he has. I don't dislike him. If he wasn't inadvertently married to my fifteen year old daughter I'd be fine with him."
Jean laughed and turned around to lean into her husband. Putting her arms around his neck, she pulled his head down for a kiss.
"Do you know how cute you are when you get all overprotective?"
Neill just shook his head and kissed his wife, trying to keep thoughts of his daughter and her husband from his mind.
Meanwhile, Harry continued working on his potions essay, but soon got to a point where he seemed blocked. He was listing the components and properties of a paralyzing potion, but everything seemed to have fled his brain. Hermione looked up from her reading and smiled at him.
"Having trouble with the paralyzing potion?"
"What? Yes. How?"
"I don't know. Lucky guess. It was one of the last potions we worked on in class. Want me to take a look at what you have?"
"That would be great, thanks. I have four ingredients, but it takes nine total so I'm not even halfway. Bloody complex potion."
Hermione took his parchment and looked it over. She gave him a couple suggestions and moved him past the step where he was stuck. It would have been helpful if he could use some memory trick, like putting the ingredients in alphabetical order, but potions didn't work that way. They needed ingredients added in specific orders, in precise quantities and at specific intervals. Talking with Hermione seemed to help him past his block and the rest of the potion details came much easier. Soon he had most of the essay done and set it aside to take a break before writing his summary. Hermione saw him lean his head back and set her book aside. She got up and moved to straddle his lap, leaning in to kiss him. His eyes fluttered open as he grinned and pulled her closer. Soon they were snogging and groping and he was losing control. After a few minutes, he pulled back and grinned.
"Love, I'm fine with where this is going, but maybe not in the backyard where your parents can walk out at any time."
Hermione giggled and nodded, leaning her head on his shoulder and settling there. Harry leaned sideways and pulled her with him as they settled on the grass and both fell asleep. They stayed that way for another hour when they were awakened by a gentle shake. Harry blinked and opened his eyes to see a smirking Neil Granger.
"You two look comfortable, but it's going to be dinner time soon. How were you planning on cooking the chicken?"
Harry yawned and he and Hermione sat up. He stood and helped her up and then went with Neil to see how to start his grill. Hermione and Jean pitched in to help with the rice and vegetables and before long they had dinner ready. Over dinner, Neil brought up the subject of the Tri-Wizard Tournament.
"So Harry, we heard a bit about this competition you were involved in, can you tell us more?"
Harry stole a quick glance at Hermione and she set her fork down and nodded.
"Go ahead Harry. Mum and dad deserve to know it all."
Harry nodded and gradually through dinner began to detail them on the start of the tournament, the Goblet of Fire and each task. Jean and Neil blanched as he talked about facing a dragon and stealing one of her eggs, but it was nothing compared to their reaction when he told them about the second task.
"Bloody hell! Your headmaster knocked my daughter out and sent her to the bottom of a lake to be the prize for some Bulgarian wizard to rescue?"
"I was never in any danger dad. The merpeople were looking out for us. And we were well below the level the grindylows swim at. I don't even remember being in the lake."
"Right, well remind me to thank the merpeople sometime. Do they speak English?"
"The chieftaness speaks some. Dumbledore can translate Mermish."
Neil just rolled his eyes.
"Alright, so tell me about this Bulgarian bloke who wanted you for his prize?"
Hermione sighed. "His name is Viktor Krum. He didn't choose me for his prize. At least not intentionally. He was the champion from Durmstrang. For some reason he took a liking to me. He's a Bulgarian Quidditch champion. He could have any witch he wants. He asked me to the Yule Ball. That's the dance we had before Christmas break that I got the dress for. Anyway, I didn't give him an answer for a week. I was hoping Harry would get over his nerves and ask me, or even Ron. But the two of them seemed to be hit by a tongue tied spell. So eventually I said yes to Viktor. He was a good dancer and we had a nice evening. And yes, I kissed him briefly at the end, but there was no fire there. At least not for me. He apparently had other ideas. He kept pursuing me and honestly I allowed it, because I was hoping it would make certain others (glare at Harry) jealous. I know, it was dumb. I shouldn't have encourage him. So he thought more of our relationship than I realized, which is why I was chosen for him. Once he pulled me out of the lake and I learned about how he felt, I had to set him straight. That was hard."
Neil just shook his head and smiled. "Well I always knew you'd be a heartbreaker. Told your mum that the day you were born. I planned on locking you in the house when you got older. Never knew you'd end up at a school in the highlands of Scotland where I can't even visit. Anyway, Harry, please continue. You said there were three tasks?"
Harry continued, detailing the maze and the end of the competition. They had finished eating and stayed at the table as Harry went into greater detail about what happened in the graveyard and after with Dumbledore uncovering the impostor Moody. Harry was glad that he wasn't trying to eat anymore. As it was, the food already in his stomach was rolling. Hermione had moved her chair as close as possible and had her arms around him as he relived one of the worst days of his life. When he got to the end of his story, something in him snapped and all of a sudden Harry found himself doubled over, sobbing. He slipped off the chair sideways as Hermione lowered him to the floor. She wrapped herself around him and let him purge himself. As he did, he retched a little and then got control of himself. Hermione quickly drew her wand and quietly vanished the small bit of mess. Neil and Jean had come around the table and were standing, unsure what to do. Jean herself was crying on her husband's shoulder as her heart ached for her daughter's young man. After a while Harry settled and Hermione helped him off the floor and led him to the den. Neil came around and poured himself a scotch, then offered Harry a glass. He took it and downed it in one choking swallow.
"Thanks Neil. I'm sorry I lost it on you."
"Nonsense Harry. I should have realized how hard it would be. I'm the one that should apologize. I shouldn't have brought that up at dinner. I'm glad I know, but I wish I could do something for you."
"I haven't cried like that since the night Hermione was petrified. I guess I'm not completely over it. I just wish I could have done something for Cedric. He died so quick and the green flash is the same I remember from when my mum was killed. I was a baby, but I have one memory of a flash of green and a woman screaming. I didn't know what the memory was until I started at Hogwarts and learned about the killing curse."
Harry shivered and Neil refilled his glass. This time Harry sipped it and felt himself start to relax. Then he realized that they had left everything in the dining room.
"Oh, we never cleared from dinner. I should go do the dishes…"
Jean frowned. "You just stay put young man! I'll manage the dishes in a few. Honestly. In this house you are not expected to be a slave. We can all take turns. Right now you just cuddle Hermione and settle yourself."
Harry nodded and leaned back as he sipped the scotch. It was the first he had had, but he liked it. It was helping to uncoil the knot in his stomach. Neil changed the subject to football and Harry was glad that his muggle upbringing allowed him to understand a bit. While they discussed sports, Hermione and her mum went to clean up from dinner. A while later Hermione returned and noticed that Harry was looking tired.
"You look worn out love."
"Yes, I guess my emotions did me in tonight. I think we'd should turn in early."
They said goodnight to both her parents and Jean gave Harry a long hug. Neil squeezed Harry's shoulder and he felt a bit of acceptance for the first time from Hermione's father. They made their way upstairs and Harry sank onto the bed, rubbing his face. Hermione crossed the room, leaned over and began to kiss him. Harry indulged her willingly and soon found himself snogging her intently. Then she overbalanced and tumbled into the bed. He laughed and turned over to pounce on her. As they continued groping, clothes started flying and Hermione moaned as Harry palmed her breast. Pulling himself around, Harry dug around and found a wand, aiming it at the door and casting privacy and silencing charms. Hermione grinned at him as he resumed his work on her. As he tweaked her nipples, she began to work on his last item of clothing and yanked his trunks off. Finally he was free and he groaned as his cock sprang loose. She started working him and immediately set the perfect rhythm.
"Bloody hell love. You are a quick study…tha…s…perfect…Merlin."
He reached up and pulled her down to kiss her again as his hips began thrusting into her hand. She still had her knickers on and he quickly worked them down as she kicked them off the last of the way. He was about to start working on her when she pulled back and focused on her own hand work. He was leaking more and she seemed intrigued to watch the small amount of fluid dribbling from his head. Then she did something shocking as she ducked her head down and licked the pre-cum off. Harry's eyes shot open and he almost came at the feeling of that quick swipe from her tongue. She pulled back and seemed to be analyzing his taste.
"Not bad. A bit salty."
Harry groaned and Hermione grinned as she ducked her head back down and licked him again. This time she licked the entire length of his shaft and Harry thought he might come at any point. Then she took him full in her mouth, managing about half of him as she sucked him hard.
"Damn…so good…coming..."
Hermione lightly squeezed his bollocks and he finally couldn't hold back as he shot his load into the back of her throat. She choked just a bit, but then began swallowing as she sucked him again. When he finally finished, she released him with a pop and grinned at him as his eyes fluttered open.
"How did I do love?"
"Really? I think I just showed you how well you did. You keep amazing me. I didn't want to let loose in you. I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It wasn't bad. I liked watching you enjoy it."
"Well, your turn now."
Harry sat up and pushed her back as he pressed against her, working kisses from her ear down her neck. He was hard again and perilously close to entering her, so he worked his kisses down lower. He felt grateful to be where he was and was willing to wait until she was ready for that final step. He began to suckle one nipple while one hand worked the other side and his other hand dipped down lower. He began to probe her and her moans increased. Working further down, he kissed a freckle on her left side and then swirled his tongue in her belly button as he kissed down her hip and to her thigh. She was squirming badly under him, but he hadn't reached her center yet. Gradually he worked his way up her thigh and then reached to part her lips as his tongue dipped in, exploring. He found the hard nub that she directed him to before and flicked it with his tongue.
"Oh godssss…don't…stop…"
Harry licked down to her dripping sex and pushed his tongue in to taste her as she thrust her hips into his face. He continued a long path, licking up and down from her clit to her sex as she bucked and squirmed and begged. Then he decided to try something as he sucked on her nub. That was the last thing she needed as she screamed his name and the hands running through his hair clutched at him. He sucked harder and she screamed again as he probed her with two fingers, stroking her through her orgasm. Her breathing was starting to regulate when he reached up to tweak her nipple and she came again. Finally she seemed to have had enough as he tried to suck her again and she pulled his head back.
"Enough…can't take…no more."
Her head was thrown back with her hair everywhere as she panted. He crawled up her and kissed the corner of her mouth as her climax settled.
"My Mione. So beautiful. I love watching you come."
"That was bloody amazing Harry. I didn't think I would ever be like this."
"We're good for each other."
He kissed her a bit more as his cock gradually softened and they drifted off to sleep. Once again, the nightmares left him as he wrapped himself around her and slept soundly through the night. The next morning Harry woke and looked over to see Hermione just waking up and looking at him. She cast breath freshening spells and then leaned in to kiss him. Harry pulled back to just stare at her.
"Thanks love for last night. I didn't expect you to be ready for anything like that. When you first licked me I almost came right then."
"Honestly Harry, if you had asked me before last night I wouldn't have been able to tell you if I could do that, but in the moment it just seemed right. After we bonded the idea of our physical relationship scared me a bit. Not that I didn't want it, but the expectations were a bit scary. Now it just seems easy. I guess it's part of our bond. And you're so gentle and loving it makes me want to pleasure you."
"Well you certainly did that. I'm glad we're learning together. I couldn't imagine this with anyone else. Some of the guys at school would think I'm strange, but I can't understand how they can jump around between different witches."
"I agree Harry. But then we're unique. They will never know what it's like to soul bond."
Harry smiled and pulled her closer. Eventually Hermione took the first shower while Harry catnapped and then followed. By the time they made it downstairs, Jean was already working on tea. They had a simple breakfast with the Grangers before they had to leave for their dental practice. Harry and Hermione spent the day relaxing, studying and talking. Harry finished the last of his potions essay and moved onto the Charms reading that Hermione had done the previous day. He had expected it to take a while, but the reading seemed easy and almost familiar. After a couple hours, they decided to take a break and watched a silly game show on the telly while they cuddled on the couch. Then they had lunch, studied a bit more and then decided to weed Jean's vegetable garden. Harry enjoyed working alongside Hermione and the physical work was a nice reprieve from studying. Also, the view of Hermione in tight shorts when she bent to pull weeds was quite delightful.
Their first full week at the Grangers continued in much the same pattern. They spent a lot of time studying, but also took time to relax and even do a few chores, which the Grangers were always appreciative of. Harry found it quite unusual to be complimented for doing small things. By the time they prepared lunch on Thursday, they had each finished their assignments for the summer and decided to start studying some of their defense books. On Thursday night when Neil arrived home, they asked him for some help building a couple dummies to practice basic spells on. Neil took them to the garage and moved the cars out as he setup his power tools and they spent the time before dinner beginning work on a couple different dummies. Neil even had the brilliant idea of using an ancient punching bag that he had stored in the attic for years as the body for one. Another was built out of wood scraps with some pipe. They still had a bit of work left to do when it was time for dinner, but Neil had shown them enough that they could finish on their own. On Friday morning, after the Grangers left for the practice, Harry and Hermione finished work on the dummies and then set up practice drills within the privacy of the garage. By the end of the day they both had begun disarming and reducto spells and both dummies were sporting singe marks and in need of repairs. When the Grangers arrived home, they both looked at the dummies and shook their heads.
"Remind us not to make the two of you angry."
Hermione laughed. She knew she and Harry were just beginning and still had a long way to go to improve. That night a storm was expected and they circled the house, making sure to bring in potted plants and secure hoses and other loose items, as the weatherman had recommended. By the time they all went to sleep, the wind was howling and the rain had started pelting. Hermione had never been fond of storms and happily cuddled herself tightly against Harry. They had spent a couple nights previously pleasuring each other, but this night she only needed his arms and Harry was happy to oblige. When they woke the next morning, the storm had blown itself out and they were presented with a brilliant, sunny Saturday. After breakfast, Harry went to the backyard with Neil to help clean up some debris. The vegetable garden had taken a severe beating, but Neil thought it would recover. Quite a bit of debris had landed in the yard, including a number of large branches and a neighbor's patio umbrella. As they cleaned, Neil turned to talk to Harry. He had a large stick in his hand and Harry acted instinctively as he flinched and ducked away from Neil. Initially puzzled, the older man then looked at the large stick in his hand and realized the reason for Harry's fear. He dropped it immediately and looked at the sheepish young man.
"Damn Harry. I'm sorry. I guess I triggered a memory."
"Sorry Neil. I just reacted. Um, my uncle used to take a switch to me whenever I misbehaved or didn't do something right."
"Bloody hell. I need to have a talk with Dumbledore about his choice of guardians for his charges. I don't give a bloody fuck what kind of magic that place provided."
Harry shrugged and turned back to his task. Neil realized that he wanted to drop the topic and decided to leave it be. They spent another half hour cleaning up the yard and then Harry went to find Hermione and see what her plans were for the day.