A/N - This was intended as a story for 'Stories Without Chapters', but when it hit 10,000 words (and I wasn't finished), I knew it needed chapters. These chapters are shorter than some of my other stories, sorry.

Disclaimer, I'm not JKR, I just play in the sandbox and make the characters bend to my will. It's fun, you should try it.

Story is complete and six chapters in total (no epilogue).

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Harry Potter relaxed on a cool October evening knowing all was well. His boys were in their play room with enough protective wards to keep them there and safe for the evening. His wife had her annual trip to the States to visit her school friends and wouldn't be home until the following weekend. Harry and the boys had finished their errands in the muggle world before returning to the house for a relaxing afternoon. He planned to get the children to bed a little early and hoped it made the morning a little easier.

Harry poured himself a bit of firewhiskey when he heard the floo in the front room ring and the sound of someone stepping from the fireplace. There were only a handful of people with the ability to enter his house unannounced; all of whom were family, well people Harry thought of as family. So he didn't worry and brought the tumbler to his lips.

His ease quickly shifted when he heard a sound that would put fear into the heart of every witch or wizard who stood on the grounds of Hogwarts that early May morning all those years prior. An angry feminine voice called out to him. "Harry James Potter where are you?" Harry took a fortifying drink and began to erect a number of protection spells and a few wards Hermione had yet to see. It might give him enough time to get the emergency apparition point set up. "HARRY!" The wizard in question looked to the tumbler and noticed the telltale sign of how loud the yell had been. The memory of watching Jurassic Park immediately popped into his mind. The rings were moving from the center of the glass out with each time his name was yelled.

That tone only could mean one thing, he was in trouble. He didn't know what he did. He really had no idea, but he sure as hell did something. "I'm in the study Hermione." The wizard, who had survived the killing curse as a toddler, experienced various professors trying to kill him throughout his entire school career, completed a wizarding tournament intended to test fully trained witches and wizards at fourteen, led a resistance militia at fifteen, and faced, eventually defeating, one of the darkest wizards in history at seventeen, was more afraid of the petite brunette witch stalking down the hall than he was in those other situations combined.

Steeling himself, he checked his wand was in his holster. He needed less than half a second to grab it. Although Hermione was quick and might get the jump on him. He needed to be prepared. Listening for her footfalls to tell how close she was, he used her voice to give him an idea of the level of anger. The voice wasn't scared, he knew that one, it was called 'there's a mountain troll in the bathroom with me'. It wasn't worried, that sounded like 'getting caught in Hogsmeade with the map open while our questionable professors are in the next booth'. It was more than normal worry though, he had only heard anything similar once and that was on a certain spring day in the forest during seventh year as they ran.

That said, the voice today was scared, but had traces of her formidable anger. Though it wasn't her normal anger, no that was any conversation with Ron after first year. There was no frustration, that was typically heard after her husband or son did something questionable and she found out after the fact. As she continued to yell the worried tone began to fade and it was replaced with anger. It took a lot to get this witch truly angry, but when it happened everyone ducked for cover and the ones that caused the anger weren't likely to get up again. But this tone was new, an all new level. A new and freighting level.

"Why are your shields up Harry?" The witch had gotten into the room without the wizard realizing all his wards had been dropped and she was ready to wipe away the shields. He was in deep and there was no escape.

"I don't know Hermione, why are you yelling at me? I don't know what I did. Until you tell me what you think I did, I can't come up with an explanation to tell you if I did or didn't do whatever it is you think I did do." The wizard didn't realize he was rambling due to the adrenaline coursing through his veins and his weak attempt to silently set up more shields only to have to them waved away.

"Oh Harry, really? We practiced these fifth year and I bested them after the second time. You know better shields. And those wards? Sloppy." Hermione stalked into the room. Her hair was radiating magic and that never bode well for the person in her sights. The LeStrange brothers found that out first hand. Her eyes were focused and bright with anger, he'd never seen that look personally, but Bellatrix had for a few moments anyway.

"Hermione really, what have I supposedly done. At least give me a chance to make up something, but I have to know what I did." The wizard was frantic and watched the witch as she slowly spun her wand. He gulped and feared that whatever he hadn't done would be what ended up killing him.

"And if you did do it? What then? Will you lie to me?" The witch's eyes were trained on the green eyes hidden behind glasses.

"If it's bad enough I'll lie. We both know this. You'll know I'm lying and eventually I'll give in and admit it. You can tell when I'm lying. You always have been. If I didn't do it, you'll know immediately and then feel terribly sorry for scaring me this much." The wizard panted out his response, he might have been having a minor panic attack. Something had to have happened to cause this particular witch to act like this with no warning.

"Fine. What do you know about muggle bookstores and the top sellers listing?" The wizard had not expected that sort of question. He looked dumbfounded and confused. When he cocked his head to the side with his eyes wide, it reminded Hermione of their early days at school. It also told her he wasn't aware of what she had discovered. "Ok, you are getting a reprieve. Call everyone Harry." She turned to leave before spinning on her heel and facing him again. "And I mean everyone."

Hermione made her way down the hall and to the Potter library. She didn't have high hopes for finding anything useful, most of the books she might need were either at her home or her in-law's. But libraries typically helped her find calm or at least a temporary distraction.

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Harry finished his drink and immediately began calling their inner circle. His first call was to a wizard who had been a pain in his backside for his entire childhood but without whom the war would have dragged for much longer than it already had. The floo rang twice before Draco Malfoy's smooth drawl cut through the air. "Potter, what can I do for you?" Harry rolled his eyes at the other wizard before requesting his presence. "Potter, you do realize I have children and my beautiful wife is out today."

Harry nodded in understanding. "Yes, I'm fully aware she is out, she's here and not happy. Scorp can hang out the boys and I will set up an area for the rest while we talk Hermione down. It's bad man, I mean worse than I've ever seen and I have seen her angry a lot over the years. Mostly to do with Ron, but you know what I've seen."

The blond wizard just gulped. "That bad?" The other wizard nodded emphatically before the voice of the witch in question ripped through the air.

"Draco, I don't have time for you two to chat over tea, get the kids and get your arse here." No more words were needed as Draco nodded and ended the call. The rest of the calls went more quickly as 'Hermione told me to call' pretty much put an end to any questions. Harry had just entered the receiving room when the entirely too graceful form of Draco Malfoy exited the floo. On the wizard's back was five year old Scorpius. On the wizard's chest secure in her Bjorn was three year old, Caeli, whose attempts to go back toward the floo made Harry smile. And in each hand the wizard carried a baby carrier filled with the recently born twins, Lyra and Regulus.

"Malfoy, just how…" Before he could finish, the wizard in question spun and the five year old leapt into Harry's arms.

"Uncle Harry! I wasn't supposed to see you today and daddy said we are coming and we had to hurry so I couldn't bring any of my toys." Scorpius, Harry's second godson, pouted with a skill that rivaled his father and grandparents combined.

"Wills and Phil are in the play room. Go say hi to your mum, she's in the library, and then you can go play." The boy jumped to the ground and ran yelling to tell his mum he was here. Hopefully her son would give them a sufficient buffer. Harry reached for one of the twins only to be refuted by their father.

"Nope, no way Potter, I'm hoping the fact I'm carrying three of her children and without my wand will give her pause." Harry nodded in envy and stepped behind Draco before pushing the blond ponce toward the library. As they got closer to the door they heard Scorpius telling his mother about the morning and how he and daddy flew around the garden while all the babies were sleeping. Draco hissed, Hermione would kill him for that. Maybe whatever had happened would overshadow Draco putting his son on a broom. In his defense it was a training broom.

Scorpius must have seen his mother's face. "But it's ok mum. It's my training broom and Daddy was walking 'sides me. I wanted to go faster but Daddy said you'd kill him and I needed to have a daddy to teach me how to play qiditch and help bring Sly'thin glory." Draco could just imagine the bright smile on his son's face. Maybe Hermione wouldn't kill him and cause Scorpius sadness.

"Really Draco, get in here. I had specifically asked…" Hermione was cut off by her husband's kiss and feeling her baby girl reach for her. "Fine bring in the big guns. Right now Scorp riding a broom isn't my biggest concern." The younger blond knew this was something to remember, his eyes squinted a bit and began to log what he knew. He needed to make sure whatever happened, happened again since he wanted to fly again before his eighth birthday. "For now, Scorp go play with the boys and Draco give me Caeli." The Malfoy wizards acted immediately. The younger Malfoy ran as fast as possible out of the room, while the elder handed the twins to Harry before opening the carrier on his chest and handing his giggling daughter off. As the twins were still sleeping, Harry set them in a blocked corner ensuring no one would bump them and a new variation of the muffalto was erected so any raised voices wouldn't wake them either. The day prior Hermione had told Harry the twins had finally fallen into a sleep schedule and the last thing anyone needed was for that to get disrupted.

"Hermione?" Draco knew nothing he had done had ever rivaled what he had heard over the floo and that worried him since he had been there when Hermione gave birth to their children. He was certain the hospital was going to collapse when the medi-witch made a quip about society mothers and how they don't know real pain. The witch may have been escorted out the room and replaced quickly by Tracey Davies. That didn't include all the years at school and the various stupid pranks or plans Harry had that could have potentially gotten her killed. Or worse, at least in her eyes, expelled.

Hermione focused on her daughter and her happy laughter bubbling out of her, it calmed Hermione's racing heart. Her focus on the laughter shifted slightly and reminding her what she had found. If it was true, then something the Ministry swore couldn't, promised would never happen, had happened. "Not yet Draco, I need everyone here." The wizard sat next to two of the most important witches in his life and hoped whatever this was wouldn't tear his family apart. Harry went to greet and usher everyone else toward the library as they arrived.

It wasn't much longer before the library was filled with their anxious friends. After one final snuggle with Caeli, Hermione handed her daughter to Draco and stood. "Thanks everyone. While I don't really expect any of you to have known anything about this, I need to check. More than likely, the Department of Muggle Oversight will have an announcement about a new head and potentially employees tomorrow afternoon." She spun and slammed a book on the coffee table. Most were shocked Hermione of all people would do that to a book. Caeli loved chaos and found loud noises caused it, so she clapped loudly and requested Hermione to do it again.

Draco turned Caeli to face him before shaking his head to quiet the girl and placing her next to him on the couch. He reached for the offending book immediately picked it up to try and figure out what it was. "I don't understand Hermione." He had flipped it over and was reading the back before flicking it open and reading the first page. "Is it accurate?" Caeli let out a huff of frustration when Harry plucked the book from Draco and read the title.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone

The room was silent as Harry opened the book and started to read the first chapter. "Yeah it's pretty accurate so far. I don't know how, but this is almost exactly what I remember happening." Looking to Hermione the wizard was truly scared, this laid out his life and his muggle relatives. While some names appeared to be altered, it wouldn't be out of the realm of possibility for someone to figure out who his muggle family actually was. "The statue is at risk with this."

"We need to figure out who this author is and how this information became fodder for the muggle general public."

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A/N2 - So this is a few different tropes, as we move along I'll mention them. Obviously the first one is the book being real and the characters finding it. This story is a little different since the events of the book already occurred in some fashion (more on that in chapter two) but the book is known to the muggle world.