Disclaimer is in chapter 1. This is the last chapter I have, if anyone has a copy of this story that has more chapters, please contact me, I would like to read them, and post them here. This is the 117 chapter version, for some reason Chapter 110 had 111 and 112 chapters , I just posted them in separate chapters, thus making it 119 chapters total.

Xander spent the rest of the afternoon, after talking with Wednesday and Willow a bit, looking over his bike and making sure nothing had been shaken loose by the portkey trips. He was working on that when Hermione's parents returned home, their 7-series BMW almost startling him as it slid in behind him with only a whisper of the engine and tires on the pavement reaching his ears while he worked.

"What's this now? Xander, right?" Daniel Granger asked as he got out of the drivers side, looking over the bike. "Is that a real Indian?"

Xander grinned, looking up, "Yes sir, on both counts. Some friends put it together for me while I was at school last year as a gift."

"That's an impressive gift," Dan returned the grin as Hermione came down the stairs.

Emma was surprised at the appearance of their daughter, "Hermione, I didn't expect you home so early. Did the visit to Diagon go well?"

"Other than Xander breaking all sorts of rules and getting me angry, it went fine," Hermione responded, shooting a glare Xander's way.

Emma looked between the two, her eyes narrowing, "Tell me you did not ride home with him on that thing."

The silence and Hermione's sudden inability to look directly in her parent's eyes told the truth of that tale quicker than she could have if she wanted to.

"Hermione!" Emma scolded, "That… I can't believe…"

Xander was alternating between wincing and hiding a grin as he glanced at Dan, who seemed perturbed as well but not so much as Hermione's mother. "I don't suppose it would help to tell her that the bike flies and teleports, so we didn't take the surface roads home?"

Dan shook his head, looking at his wife as she visibly steamed, "No lad, I don't think that will do much good."

He looked down at the bike, "Flies? Really?"

Xander nodded, "And is loaded with safety features. It's pretty hard to injure yourself with, honestly."

"Well, that's a plus," Dan admitted, though I think we'll have to let Emma burn out before we tell her.

"Mom, I'm old enough to make my own decisions," Hermione countered, rolling her eyes and tapping her foot in annoyance.

Dan and Xander exchanged glances and shook their head.

"This isn't going to end well," Dan said, before speaking up, "Honey, Xander and I will head out and grab some takeout for supper."

Emma glared at him, but he didn't let that slow him as he grabbed Xander and retreated to the car. Hermione and her mother watched the car pull out in silence, then looked at one another in mutual annoyance.

"Men," Emma muttered.

"Boys," Hermione said at the same time.

The two stared at one another for a moment, then snickered.

"Ok, fine, you're old enough to make your own decisions," Emma sighed, "Tell me that you're at least being safe?"

"Mom!"

"I meant that you wore a helmet, Hermione," Emma rolled her eyes, "do we need to talk about the other?"

Hermione grumbled, "No we do not, but I didn't wear a helmet. I didn't get on that thing except that it was an emergency, and it's charmed to be safe so you don't need a helmet."

"I wish you'd wear one anyway," Emma sighed, "and what do you mean, an emergency?"

"Harry," Hermione let out in an exasperated tone.

"Ah," Emma said, understanding and finally walking up into the house. "Well, I'll make some tea and you can tell me about it.

Hermione nodded and joined her, leaving the now unattended Indian Chief motorcycle sitting in the driveway.

When Dan and Xander returned with the food, Hermione and Emma were discussing the Ministry across a pot of team and some biscuits.

"Ah, the cowards are back with the food, I see," Emma shot an arch look at Daniel as he cheerfully and unrepentantly dropped the food on the counter.

"Better part of valor, dear." He said simply as he started pulling Chinese takeout from the bags and separating it out.

"Don't look at me," Xander shrugged when Hermione shot him a look, "I take enough risks getting between you and Wednesday. If you think I'm going to mess with your mother, you're not as smart as people think you are."

Hermione huffed as Dan laughed openly.

"Smart lad."

"Hermione has asked me if Xander can stay in the spare room for a few days," Emma said, rolling her eyes.

"If it's a problem I can get a room at a hotel," Xander said.

"Nonsense," Dan said, shaking his head, "That's what the room is for."

"On other business, Hermione tells me that their friend Harry was attacked today," Emma scowled as she sipped her tea. "Apparently this little war of theirs is heating up."

Dan dropped some food on the table and heavily took a seat, "How serious do we need to take this?"

"I'd say very," Xander offered, "From what happened at the end of the year, it's going to go from a cold war to very hot with little to no warning."

"Well, isn't that just lovely," Dan said with a deceptively light tone. "Your thoughts, Hermione dear?"

"I don't know," She admitted. "I, and you, will be targets, though. That's certain. Being Harry's friend…."

"And being the smartest girl in school," Xander cut her off.

"Right," Hermione flushed a little," and that, makes me a high profile target. The adults may or may not notice me overly yet, but their children certainly have."

"Draco, Parkinson, Nott," Xander listed off, "basically most of the purebloods you've outscored… which is all of them, are likely to offer your name up as a target if it comes up… and it will, sooner or later."

Hermione nodded glumly, "The problem is that I'm safe most of the year. They're not going to risk going after a schoolgirl under the protection of Headmaster Dumbledore. They might try to make my life miserable in other ways, but a direct attack is unlikely."

Xander nodded in agreement.

"You," She continued, looking at her parents, "are the ones at risk once this stops being a cold war. You don't have even the most basic of wards, and we couldn't get permission from the Ministry for them anyway."

Dan and Emma exchanged glances before Emma spoke, "What are you suggesting?"

"I don't know," Hermione admitted, "This is more me realizing just how close the problem is. For Dementors to get to Harry, and his home is warded… it's a big deal."

"I can offer a place to hole up if you need it," Xander said, "but it's in California."

"I think," Dan said, "If it comes to that, we can arrange our own place. We're not hard up, we could sell the practice I suppose…"

Emma's eyes widened, surprised by that suggestion, "Dan…"

"Staying here as targets, is not any way to live to see our grandchildren," Dan said with a hint of a grin flashed in Hermione's direction.

"Dad!"

"But that's for later… though perhaps I will float the idea to a few people I know to be in the market," He said with a heavy sigh. "We could rebuild later, I suppose."

"If you do," Xander offered up, "run the sale through Hermione's name. The Goblins can help with that."

"What? Why?" Hermione asked, looking up.

"Taxes. The Ministry only snags like five percent off Muggle-borns," Xander said, "I know because I have to exchange money fairly often, and that was covered. Hermione is exempt from regular taxation on sale of assets, though if she takes a job in the normal world she still pays the normal payroll stuff."

"That's a big difference," Daniel admitted, surprised.

"Could probably save you that five percent too, if Harry gets involved," Xander said, "the ministry is pretty biased in favor of purebloods, and while Harry isn't exactly, his family name basically overrides that."

"How do you know all that?" Hermione asked, eyes narrowed, "Surely not just from exchanging money?"

"No, I get some lessons in business from Gomez," He admitted, frowning. "It can be hard, sometimes, to figure out what is good advice from him and what would only work for an Addams, but he's surprisingly accurate with facts."

Hermione, who had never met the elder Addams other than in passing at school, just nodded without really understanding.

"Well, it's a lot to think on," Daniel said, "but we will think on it. If things get worse, you'll keep us apprized?"

Hermione nodded, "Keep my Spell Phone again, I'll use Harry's or Xander's."

Xander coughed, "Actually, I made these up over the summer."

He handed a spell phone across the table to each of the Grangers. "I added English phonetic spelling to the Runic dialer so you don't have to learn ancient Norse to use them. The numbers are set for Emma Granger and Dan Granger respectively. You can shorten them if you like, I'll show Hermione how later."

"Xander! Thank you!" Hermione launched herself at him, giving him a powerful hug.

"No problem," Xander grinned, returning the hug.

"Yes, lad, thank you. What do we owe you for these?" Daniel asked.

"Don't worry about it. It's mostly scrap brass and bronze anyway," Xander said, "and a few minutes work. I'm not sure how long they'll hold a magical charge, but if Hermione's didn't conk out on you last year, these should be good. Leave them around Hermione when she's home, though. That should keep the runes topped off."

Dan nodded, "well, upkeep on a daughter is a little expensive just to charge a phone, but I suppose if we must…"

"Daddy!"

Xander just grinned and leaned back as father and daughter began to bicker, neither clearly meaning it.

He thought about his new sister and wondered if she would grow up in a better environment than he did. He wasn't really complaining, of course. His parents had been far from ideal, he knew that, but they'd cared in their own way and did well enough by him. He just hoped that his sister would get to enjoy the sort of environment that Hermione had.

It felt right.