Harry and the Potter elves

Hermione got a letter from Harry at the same time she received one from Ron. Both letters were asking her to spend the rest of the summer, only Harry included her parents. He also explained he had tutors there and she could show her parents what she had been learning.

It took less than a heartbeat for Hermione to decide. Two letters were jotted off as quickly as her fingers could write with a quill.

She and her parents would spend the remaining summer with Harry Potter.

Harry was as happy as he could remember, he sent off a note telling Hermione they would be picked up at ten sharp the next morning. Hermione was packing as quickly as she could and got very little sleep that night.

The next morning at 9:45, Hedwig flew into the Granger kitchen. Hermione took the note.

Hermione,

This note is a port key that will activate at 10:00 sharp be holding it with your parents it will bring you straight to me. Do not worry about your bags they will be here when you arrive.

Love

Harry

Hermione turned around and all the families' bags disappeared from the Hallway.

Bridgette and Jean Pierre Grangers eyes were bugging out as they saw their bags disappear, as Hermione ran over to them holding out the letter. "Mom Dad hold on to this letter." Not knowing why they just did as they were told. They felt a hook grab them behind their navels and they all disappeared.

Potter Manor

Hermione and her parents landed in a jumble of arms and legs on a marble floor that looked like the entrance to a museum.

Ancient paintings of people long dead adorned the wall. All the men in these paintings seemed to have one thing in common the most unruly hair. Hermione was the first to gain her feet and heard a pop off to her right. A man in a handsome butlers clothes was walking towards them. "Miss Hermione Granger and your parents I presume?"

Hermione Just shook her head wondering what was going on.

The butler spoke again. "If you will follow me the master awaits you in the sitting room."

Albus Dumbledore, was again in a quandary with no idea where Harry had run off to he began checking his friends homes. He was walking down a beautiful residential street towards the Home of Hermione Granger. When he arrived, he found the house deserted, the cars were in the garage and nothing out of place. With a quick Aloha Mora He was in the house. He walked about looking for any clue as to the Grangers whereabouts and found nothing except when he looked out the back window a distinctive snowy white owl winging away and to far away to place a tracking charm on.

Back at Potter Manor

Harry greeted the Grangers and asked them to sit. Of course, that was after Hermione ran and about hugged the life out him. She introduced her Parents and Harry got down to Brass tacks.

"Mr. and Mrs. Granger, I was recently emancipated and have taken up my place as head of the most noble and most ancient House of Potter. My parent's portraits have advised me that I need help from some one I trust. There is no one on the planet I trust more than Hermione. Knowing that you raised such a wonderful smart loving person, I was wondering if you would consent to becoming my advisors. I know you have a business to run, but I truly do need your Help."

The Grangers were to say the least floored. Mr. Granger had one question. "Harry why us?"

"Well sir, my parents were murdered when I was just 15 months old. The people I was sent to live with I could not trust to do anything but take all my family left me. The only other adults I know are my teachers and Hagrid. They are all directly involved with Dumbledore. He sold off all my family house elves, and from what the Goblins told empties my trust vault every year, the day before it is to be refilled. Knowing how you care for Hermione, I feel you would be my best choice."

Hermione was in tears, but they were happy tears of realization the Harry thought so highly of her. The Grangers looked shell shocked at the revelation that this boy thought more highly of their daughter than anyone else did. The discussion went late into the night, with not one of them noticing how late it was getting. That is until Dobby Popped In asking if any of them wished a nightcap before bed. Harry and Hermione each had a butter beer and the Grangers each had a glass of elven wine.

They finally head for bed it was 2:30 in the morning. Harry kissed Hermione on the forehead before she entered her room.

Bridgette Noticed the byplay between the two all night. Now she was sure these two had more going on than even they knew themselves. She had a feeling in her heart she had just spent the evening with her future son in law.

It was a long heart to heart talk in the Grangers room that night. Hermione's letters home during the year had hinted that she was enamored with one of her friends; her mother had only hoped it was Harry.

The Next morning was decidedly awkward for everyone in Potter Manor and it was Dobby that broke the ice.

"What Does Harry Potter sir's, Miss Grangy want for breakfast?"

The floodgates of emotions just seemed to open wide. Harry and Hermione turned four different shades of Weasley Red. Bridgette Granger had a smile that seemed to reach out to her ears, While Jean Pierre looked like he was going to faint.

Bridgette spoke first with an extremely questioning tone.

"Dobby what did you mean by Harry Potter sir's, Miss Grangy?"

Dobby gave a look towards Harry as if to say 'Is it all right to answer?'

Harry nodded his head but had an ultimate look of total fear that even Voldemort could not inspire.

"Harry Potter sir and Miss Grangy has built a link between them. It's be very strong. Dobby see's one day Miss Grangy be's the lady of the manor."

Both Harry and Hermione looked as if they were going to crawl away under the table.

Bridgette was doing a happy dance inside.

Jean Pierre just looked like some one had stunned him in his ultimate nightmare, as the fork full of eggs landed in his lap.

For quite some time not a word was said as the four people seated at the table went over their thoughts.

The burrow

Albus Dumbledore apperated just outside the wards of the Weasley home in Ottery St. Catchpole. The ramshackle house looked as it always did, like a child with an erector set had gone completely wrong and the only thing holding up the house was magic. He walked up to the Kitchen door and knocked, hearing the raucous laughter of children inside. Molly Weasley came to the door. She was a stout red headed woman that could have been easy on the eyes in her youth, with a fiery temper and an easy going way with her children. The children were more or less seated around the scrubbed oak table. Percy was quiet as usual. The twins Fred and George were plotting as usual. Ronald's Face was so full of food that you would think he was a chipmunk storing nuts for winter. Ginny was attempting to be demure and had not yet noticed her hair had just turned puke green.

When Ron saw this all the food he had in his mouth exploded on every one in the room, and the food fight was on. Before it was over even the great Albus Dumbledore was covered in Molly Weasleys Home cooking.