AN. Cousin Sarah, yes the installment that goes between Uncle Harvey and the Winchester bro's. Thank you to all my readers, you make writing worth it.

Harry noticed the cute cottage style house painted a cheerful blue with white shutters and trim, the white picket fence with a little gate leading to a brick walkway and the weeping cherry tree with surrounding gardens first. It was homey and sweet, generally what most people thought of when one mentioned the "American Dream." Harry also noticed that that phrase was always in capitals and fallowed by quotes along with either a sarcastic eye roll or a wistful sigh. It was normal but not in the way that the Dursleys had tried to force normal. It was normal in the way that it was domestic. He noticed all of these things and quite possibly could have been entirely at ease except for the noise. Or rather the complete lack of noise and the hair rising feeling of many eyes suddenly focused directly on them.

"Hermione." Harry tried to keep his voice as level as possible.

"Yes Dear?" She rummaged around in her hand bag.

"Are we being watched?" He had to clamp down on the urge to look around, wand at the ready and instead pulled their bags out of the boot. Whoever had given Hermione an American driver's license needed to seriously re-evaluate their standards. She had almost hit five different people just on the way over here. Fact was she was a good driver in the UK but put her on the right hand side of the road and she seemed to lose all of her ability's.

"We are. Welcome to the American suburbs. Everyone is in everyone else's business." She shut her door with her hip checking her face in the pocket mirror. "And it's the goblins." Harry shut the boot harder than he meant to, a little alarmed.

"Goblins?"

"Oh not the banking kind, nobody owes money." She took her bag from him and made her way up to the gate.

"Hermione we talked about this." Harry said catching up to her "You agreed to explain the more unusual aspects of your family members before I met them so I wouldn't end up insulting anyone like I did your Uncle Harvey."

"What makes you think that the Goblins are attached to my family?" She looked too innocent.

"That look doesn't work on me, I taught you that look."

"Oh fine. You remember from Binn's class that there are different breeds of Goblins?"

"No, but for the sake of the conversation let's say I do." Hermione gave him a mildly disgusted look.

"Well the ones watching us are from the Underground." She said waiting for a positive or blank response. Harry frowned.

"Wait, isn't that breed under the rule of the Goblin King?"

"Yes."

"Hermione aren't those ones the child-nappers?" Harry lowered his voice to a whisper.

"Generally, yes. They take bad children and the ones who've been wished away."

"That's right. I was always temped to with Draco away or Dudley." Harry said nodding, although he was slightly concerned with their presence.

"That's funny I tried to wish Ron away when we broke up. I figured that he was enough of a child that they would take him. It didn't work, but I did put me back into better contact with Sarah."

"How?" Harry asked almost afraid of the answer. He was glad to be with her but, he was wishing more and more as this trip continued that he could have managed to talk her into one of Caribbean islands.

"Oh well, when Sarah was fifteen or so she may have in a fit of teenage temper wished her brother away. She ran the labyrinth and won, however in the process it seems that she stole that heart of the fairy king that rules the goblins, and so when she came of age in the mortal realm, he asked for her hand."

"Seriously?" This was sounding more and more like a fairy tale or a Hollywood movie.

"The wedding was a lovely affair, actually both of them were. They got married in both realms you see. I was invited and was able to go to both. Now Toby, Sarah's brother the one she won back, will be going to Hogwarts come September." Harry felt dizzy Cousin Sarah was the Goblin Queen, it suddenly made perfect sense why Hermione was able to have just a few words with the head of the bank and the whole dragon thing was forgotten.

Harry looked to the house again, an unearthly man with a shock of blond hair opened the front door, a wild smile and too sharp teeth greeted them. Every hair on Harry's neck stood up and he felt his magic wrap tightly around him.

"Calm down. He's just sussing you out." Hermione hissed.

"A little warning would have been nice." Harry snapped back

"Oh Hush."

"It's rude. I don't go poking people with my magic."

"Sometimes you're just so British Harry." She laughed at the affronted look he gave her "I promise no other relatives are married to Goblin Kings."

"Wait we're meeting more relatives?" Hermione just smiled at him and reached for the glass storm door. "Hermione!"