Chapter 1573 - Ch: 11-14 (cont. 13 good)

Chapter 11

Dan and Emma went inside leaving Auror Church to make her rounds outside. They were justifiably concerned at the obvious increase in the danger level in their lives. It had been years since they had thought about locking the doors on their home at night, yet they were locked right now.

They talked about the best course of action for their family. They were very comfortable in their home and business in Crawley, but they weren't married to them. They were comfortable with their daughter's abilities, but would ask her to change wizarding schools in a blink if they thought she would be safer.

They had concluded that the source of the danger was the wizarding world's rather unprogressive attitudes, which pitted blood against ability. While they weren't certain which side would prevail, they were convinced that it would end quickly.

Dan said, "Harry and Hermione obviously know how to take care of themselves."

Emma added, "And each other. Are we going to ask them what they were doing out at midnight in the first place?"

Dan, replied, "No. Let's assume that they were skinny dipping, and be thankful that they were out there."

Emma said, "The protective wards that they put on the house must have worked. Hermione lit a hot fire in the barbeque yesterday in about a second. Connie Hammer told me that those men had tried three times each to start the house on fire." She held his hand, and said, "They're good together. When do we leave for holiday?"

"The first of August. We fly out of Heathrow at 9:00. Did Harry get a passport?"

Emma nodded. "Yes. Director Bones dropped it over on Wednesday. Guess what?"

Dan replied with an indulgent smile, "You saw another dragon."

She smiled at her best friend. "No. The ledgers that the Goblins gave him indicate that he's really rich."

"What's really rich?"

Straight faced, she replied, "Three hundred million."

Dan shook his head for a moment, then asked, "Harry's got three hundred million Sterling?"

"Galleons."

Dan shook his head. "That's over a billion in Sterling."

Emma smiled. "Yes, but you took him into our home when he was dressed in rags."

He smiled back at her. "Yes, but you told me to. That makes youthe genius."

She squeezed his hand. "True, but that wasn't my point. Hermione is the named beneficiary in his Will."

Dan asked, "Does she know?"

"I have no idea. Until two weeks ago, I don't think he had any idea, either."

Dan thought for a moment and said, "He's brought a lot of changes into our lives."

Emma said, "I'd phase it differently. Hermione's brought a lot of changes into our lives. Her other friend from school barely has five quid to his name. They're not all wealthy, just him. Hermione wants to do something special for his birthday on Wednesday."

Dan asked, "What does she have in mind?"

"I think she wanted to have a few of their school friends over, but that was before…"

Dan understood. Things had changed on Friday night. He didn't know what to say.

Emma said, "She probably invited him outside Friday night to share a special time together, and they ended up sharing a horrible adventure together."

Dan nodded. "You're right, and I wouldn't wish what they had to do that night on anyone, but they saved each other and us. That'spretty special."

She smiled at her lover. "You're pretty special. Let's go to bed. We'll hear them come in, and can grill them tomorrow. Never mind. Here they are now."

Hermione walked in with Harry a few steps behind her. She said, "Hi Mum. Hi Dad."

"Hi Hermione. Hi Harry. How was your evening?"

Hermione replied, "Pretty good. Actually it was great. The string quartet was really good, and we danced three times. We had a chance to meet and visit with some interesting people. I met a witch from the board of school governors. She asked me to contact her after school about a position."

Emma nodded encouragingly at her daughter and asked Harry, "How about you, dear? Did you have fun?"

Harry replied, "I got to dance three times with a beautiful witch. My lifetime ban on playing Quidditch was reversed, and we had fun talking with Susan."

Hermione asked, "Who else did you visit with?"

"Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. That reminds me. Ginny wants to stop over tomorrow. I also talked with Ragnot and Moody. Ragnot told me that you could come again and see the dragons if you wanted." Emma winked at him.

Hermione persisted. "What did Moody have to say?"

There was no smile on Harry's face as he replied, "He suggested that Narcissa Malfoy may have been behind the attack. He was pleased that we'd put up the protection wards."

Hermione persisted. "Who else did you visit with?"

"A bunch of goofy witches. They were all talking about their underwear."

Emma glanced at Dan who started laughing uncontrollably. Emma asked, "What were they telling you Harry?"

"Dunno. I wasn't paying attention to a thing that they were talking about," replied Harry.

"Good answer, Harry," quipped Dan, who with each passing moment had increased respect for the young man.

Emma eyed Hermione and smiled, knowing that was exactly what she'd wanted to hear.

Hermione smiled back at her mum, the unspoken message sent and received. Then her smile disappeared. "We also talked with Professor Dumbledore."

Harry said, "I think he knew that Snape might have planned to come by and didn't tell us. He didn't make any apologies about the attack or Snape's involvement. I'm sick of his keeping secrets."

Dan looked at the teens and said, "You don't know that for a fact. We may never know how it started. We're just grateful that you two kept your heads, did your magics, and none of us got hurt. Mum and I are going to bed. We love you. Good night."

"Good night," said both teens at once.

Harry started to get up, but Hermione held him back. "I thought maybe we could visit a bit more."

Harry said, "OK. "I'll go get us a butterbeer."

He came back and sat by Hermione. She looked at him with her bright eyes and asked, "Harry, are we a couple?"

Harry replied, "I'd like us to be. Would you?"

She smiled at him and leaned closer, so that her lips almost touched his. Harry leaned forward, and there was only one word for it.

Magic.

"Wow," said Harry, who after the disastrous first kiss with Cho had never tried to kiss anyone properly since.

"Mmm," said Hermione. "I liked that. Thanks."

"Me too," said Harry

"Harry, I'm not asking you to say anything, or feel anything that you may not feel or be comfortable saying, but I want you to know that I love you."

Harry replied, "Thanks. I can't remember anyone ever saying that to me before today. It feels really nice. I'm not very good at saying these things, but I love you too, Hermione. You mean everything to me."

She was tired, but her eyes were bright with joy. "Thank you Harry. You say those things perfectly. This has been a big day for us. I'm glad I had you to share it with. It's pretty late. We should get to sleep. We'll try skinny dipping again another night."

Harry beamed at her. "I'd like that."

Ginny arrived at 8:00 on Monday. Auror Shetland arrived a few minutes later. Minister Bones was having a meeting with all of the Senior Aurors and the hit wizards, and Church and Hammer had been asked to attend. Emma brought out a cup of coffee and introduced herself.

Ginny hugged Hermione then went over to hug Harry. "It's good to see you both. I'd have brought my git of a brother over, but he was too busy getting his foot out of his mouth as it is. Seriously, we were all sorry to hear of the attack and what you had to do, but we're so grateful that you're OK. I have no idea how much it must hurt, but we know that you did the only thing that you could. Snape and Malfoy made some really bad choices, and their actions took away a bit of your lives."

Hermione said, "Thanks, Ginny. We're OK and we're getting better. We know it wasn't our fault, and we know that we did what we had to do. Everyone from the Aurors to Minister Bones told us the same thing. It hurts, but we'll get past it together."

Ginny had listened carefully and understood what Hermione had said. She replied, "I'm really happy for you both. You both are good for each other and deserve a bit of happiness. Have you told anyone or did you two just figure it out today?"

Hermione replied to her best girlfriend, "Last night actually, but thanks for the thought. No, we're still trying to tell each other. Everyone else will have to wait until we get that part straight. A lot of really good things and some really bad things have happened this summer. My best friend became more than that. He stood up to Dumbledore and Fudge. Harry and my dad have become friends. My mum thinks he's cute, and I taught Harry how to swim properly."

Ginny gave Hermione a lusty wink and asked, "Been doing the breaststroke Harry?" Hermione turned flame red. Ginny smiled and said, "I'm sorry you two. I couldn't resist."

Harry joked back. "Actually, that lesson was cut a bit short. I'll probably need a repeat some time. Seriously, Hermione's been my best friend for a long time and I came to realize how much more she really means to me. I love her, and I'm just grateful that she sees the real me and likes me anyway."

Ginny gave a wishful look and replied, "That's so sweet. Harry, you've had to face a lot of really crappy things, and you always came out the stronger person. You can take a summer to livewithout feeling guilty." She was careful not to mention the attack, knowing that the two of them would still have raw feelings over it.

A/N

Would it be in character for Hermione to want to move their relationship to "the next level?"

Chapter 12

"Happy birthday, Harry."

Harry was lost in thought remembering the events of the attack. Malfoy died within minutes and Snape had died the next morning. Harry recalled that Hermione had hit him with a pretty solid reducto charm to the shoulder, but the healers had arrived immediately after. Harry had questioned how serious the man's injuries really were. He didn't think that Snape had been mortally wounded, but about 9:00 AM he died. When Harry inquired, Moody had quickly suggested that Narcissa was probably behind the attack.

Harry kept wondering to himself, 'Why did Snape die?' Unfortunately, the one person who might know was the one person who Harry trusted least at the moment.

"Harry?" Emma gave him a quizzical look.

"Sorry," he replied. "I was just thinking about something. What can I help with today?"

"Harry, Dan and I have morning appointments at the surgery. I'll be back to take you and Hermione to Diagon Alley for a few hours then we'll have dinner. Are you sure you want to stay in tonight and barbecue? We'd be glad to take you out for dinner."

Harry met her eyes, saw her smile and he said, "What ever would be easiest for you. I don't want to be a bother."

She gave his arm a friendly squeeze and said, "That's so sweet. You're never a bother, Harry. We'll have dinner in. I'll be home by noon. Keep Hermione company. OK?"

Harry nodded and replied, "I'm happy to help. Bye."

Harry went in and found Hermione curled up on a sofa in the family room reading a book on arithmancy. He sat down by her and said, "There's an angel reading in the family room. I should get a camera, and take a photo."

Hermione stood up and gave Harry a hug and kiss. "Happy birthday, Mr. Potter. Can I keep you company today?"

Harry couldn't remember receiving a better birthday greeting. He kissed her back, and said, "That would make this a perfect day. Thank you."

There was a gentle knock on the door. Hermione opened the door and invited Professor Dumbledore into the family room. He greeted her in a friendly manor, "Hello Miss Granger. Is Harry available?"

Harry walked out of the kitchen with three butterbeers. "Hello Professor." I was just thinking about you.

"Kindly, I hope," said Dumbledore, smiling.

"Mostly, sir," replied Harry, smiling back.

"I'll get some glasses," said Hermione, wanting to give the two a few moments to converse in private.

When she had left, Harry quietly asked, "Professor, what happened to Snape? He wasn't mortally wounded, yet he died a little after nine the next morning."

Dumbledore surveyed Harry for a moment, considering whether to try legilimency on him, provide an evasive answer, or tell him of the oath that Snape had taken wishing to avoid being sent to Azkaban. Instead, he tried an old policeman technique. He asked a question and didn't say anything, to let Harry fill the silence. "I'm not positive Harry. I wasn't at St. Mungo's. What do you think happened to him?"

Harry considered his words carefully then replied, "I think someone helped him along." Dumbledore remained silent, and Harry filled the silence by saying, "I don't think it was a Death Eater, because it was too clean." He hadn't accused Dumbledore of anything, but there was no ambiguity in the young man's words either.

Dumbledore remained silent. His relationship with Harry was at a crossroads. He could tell Harry the truth, or tell him the whole truth, or provide an evasive answer. He settled for a truth. "I believe that Severus was spared serving a life term in Azkaban for his participation in the murder of Michael Wood. Several years ago, he had made a request that any reasonable means be used to avoid his having him sent to Azkaban in the event that he was arrested. He certainly would have been convicted, whether he directly murdered Michael or not." Dumbledore didn't indicate whether Snape's wizard's pact was made with the Order or Voldemort.

Harry nodded darkly. "Would you be willing to say as much to Hermione, or does she need to go through her life believing that she killed a man?"

Dumbledore saw Hermione coming back and quietly replied, "We can finish this conversation another day. I will abide by your guidance." Somewhat louder he said, "I stopped by to wish you a very happy birthday, and to bring you something that I hope you will find useful." He produced a rather large, carefully wrapped package and handed it to Harry.

"Thank you, Professor," replied Harry. They sat down on the sofa next to Hermione. Harry carefully opened the package. It was solicitor's pensive, light gray with a dozen small runes surrounding the rim. While not as ornately decorated as Dumbledore's, it was still quite beautiful in its own right. Harry was stunned by the wonderful gift and could only exclaim "Wow! Thank you, Professor. This is great!"

Hermione looked at it curiously, having never seen one before. "What is it?" she asked.

Dumbledore replied, "It is a pensive, specifically a solicitor's pensive. Someone can place a memory in the dish like so. Dumbledore placed his wand to his temple and withdrew a long silver thread and placed it into the bowl. He tapped the bowl with his wand and an image of the great hall appeared much like a 3D hologram. They watched for a minute as an eleven year old Lilly Evens was sorted into Gryffindor.

Tears welled in Harry's eyes. "Thank you, Professor. The only other time that I can remember hearing my mum speak wasn't so pleasant." Dumbledore nodded, withdrew another strand and placed it in the bowl. Again he gave it a little tap. The three of them watched in silence for ten minutes as the image of James and Lilly appeared exchanging wedding vows.

Hermione gave Dumbledore a hug. "Thank you, Professor. This is the best gift that you could have given Harry." Dumbledore smiled and pulled two last threads and placed them into the bowl. Again he tapped it. An image appeared of a seventh year James Potter being presented and holding up the Quidditch cup. The other image showed a nineteen year old Sirius Black riding on his motorcycle.

Dumbledore got up to leave. He said, "You can replay the memories as often as you wish. Unlike my own pensive, placing your memory in this one does not remove it from your memory, rather takes a copy so you can share it with others. This scroll will explain how to use it. Enjoy your day, both of you."

Harry was almost speechless. At the last moment, he stood and said, "Thank you very much, Professor. Thank you." Any anger that he may have had toward Dumbledore vanished that morning. He'd come as close as he could to giving Harry his parents back.

Dumbledore smiled, opened up the back door, walked to the edge of the hedge and disappeared. He was clearly pleased with himself. He had answered Harry's question without implicating Moody and left him with happier memories of his parents and Sirius.

After they had watched the memories a second time, Hermione asked Harry if he would like to go swimming. She had a sly grin on her face and said, "I'll wear my white bikini, and hopefully create another happy memory for you." She had a very good idea of the impact that it had on Harry.

He smiled back and said, "I'd like that very much." Any thoughts of Snape had completely left Harry's conscious. She returned a few minutes later wearing the little white string bikini. She turned around lifted up her hair, and asked Harry if he would mind retying the top for her. Harry's hands trembled slightly as he unloosened the top knot and carefully redid the bow for her.

She turned around, kissed him on the cheek, saying "Breathe Harry. You're so sweet." She kissed him again on the cheek. Harry shivered as he felt the soft cloth brush against his chest.

An hour later they were still having fun splashing and swimming back and forth. Harry had become a good swimmer in the month that he had spent at the Grangers.

They made a salad and put it back in the refrigerator until Emma came home for lunch. She arrived with a very large package of steaks, and other things for the evening meal.

After lunch, they drove into Diagon Alley. Harry had business at Gringotts. Hermione and Emma volunteered to go to the vault with him. Harry exchanged a thousand galleons for French currency for the trip. Hermione took Harry to the bookstore where they purchased their schoolbooks and a half dozen extra books each. Hermione had found some books on healing while Harry selected books on invisibility, occlumency, legilimency and streetfighting.

Newly installed Director Connie Hammer was very good at reading mixed signals. Minister of Magic Amelia Bones had given her clear instruction to proceed with the investigation of the mysterious death of Severus Snape. In reality, the department of magical law enforcement had a dotted line reporting relationship to Minister Bones and a dotted line to the Wizengamot. The Wizengamot was responsible for the confirmation of the appointment of the head of the department, while the Minister of Magic had the final approval of the department budgets. Hammer couldn't afford to alienate either.

In a chance meeting with Professor Dumbledore several days after the attack, he had made a casual comment that Snape's death was unfortunate, but probably wasn't worth investing a lot of time looking into. At the time, Church had interpreted Dumbledore's comments based on his position as Hogwarts Headmaster. It certainly didn't enhance the school's reputation that the head of one of the houses was in fact a Death Eater who had been killed while attempting to murder the family of one of the school's most prominent students.

Hammer had read the reports regarding Snape's death. In summary they indicated that he had been hit with a reducto charm that had hit him below his left collarbone. The blast had effectively severed his arm at the shoulder. He had received five units of blood restorative potion at the scene. The mediwitches had cauterized the wound before transporting him to St. Mungo's.

No additional blood restorative potion had been administered while at St. Mungo's. At six AM, Snape was again examined and found to have a regular heartbeat. Even though he had not yet regained consciousness, he was believed to be in stable condition and resting comfortably. At seven, he was again checked with no change to his condition.

Hammer knew that half of patients given more than four units of blood restorative potion had their hearts stop within the first six hours. After six hours, the likelihood of complications began dropping. Snape had arrived at St. Mungo's shortly before one AM, thus it stood to reason that he would have developed complications by seven or eight if he were going to.

From what she knew and had read of the man, he had an abundance of enemies, almost no friends and very few supporters. She personally believed that he had succumbed to his injuries or had quietly been murdered by another Death Eater who did not want the information that he doubtless possessed to be made public.

Hammer knew that Bones had access to the same information. Determining that Snape had died as a result of wounds inflicted by the Granger girl, or by someone else wouldn't bring Michael back… 'But it might bring closure for the young witch.' Hammer realized that Bones was pressing the investigation in an attempt to make things right with the Grangers.

"Obliviate."

Moody looked up at Dumbledore, gave him a strange look and asked, "What were we talking about?"

Dumbledore looked at Moody for a moment and replied, "We were talking about teaching candidates. You must have dozed off, old friend. Perhaps you were thinking about helping Kingsley with the defense instructor position. Did you want to give it another try?"

Moody replied, "Maybe. I might have something to offer the older students. I'll let you know tomorrow. Are you going to the dinner at the Grangers?"

"I stopped by earlier in the day. Enjoy your day, Alastor."

"You too, Dumbledore."

"Surprise!"

In the blink of an eye, Harry had his wand out ready to fire. Instead of Death Eaters, he looked up and saw a very nervous looking Fred and Tonks standing in front of a group equally nervous young witches and wizards.

"I told you to just go with Happy Birthday, Fred. We could have all been blasted, but would you listen? Nooo. Cor, my hair turned blonde, and my shirt must have shrunk. Gods, he's fast." Embarrassed, she turned and said, "Happy birthday, Harry."

Harry glanced at her for a moment, suppressed an equally embarrassed smile, and replied, "Thank you, Tonks."

"Happy birthday, Harry," said Alicia, Katie and Angelina. They each gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for inviting us, Hermione. It's great to see you too. This is so nice,"

It looked like most of the previous term fifth, sixth, and seventh year Gryffindors had been invited, as well as Ginny, Molly, Arthur, Tonks, Remus, Moody, McGonagall, the house guard Aurors, Amelia and Susan Bones. Several members of the DA from other houses also came.

Harry was dumfounded. He'd never had a birthday party before, at least in his memory. Dan was grilling steaks, and had a big smile when Harry looked his way. There were several tubs of iced sodas and butterbeer around. Dan had set up a half dozen tables in the back garden. He must have been working on it all afternoon while they were in London.

Molly found Harry, and gave him one of her famous hugs. "It's good to see you. Harry. You look good."

"Thanks, Mrs. Weasley," replied Harry. "I've had a good holiday so far. I'm sorry that we haven't had much of an opportunity to visit yet this summer."

"Hi, Mrs. Weasley," said Hermione.

Molly replied, "Hello, dear. Thank you for inviting us. We have so missed seeing Harry and you this holiday."

Hermione said, "We'll try and visit for a day the last week in August. We miss you too." She tried to imply that they were a couple with her choice of words.

Emma was wandering around, taking photos of different groups of people. Hermione had rarely invited friends over after the age of nine or ten, and she intended to make the most of the occasion. Each of the witches and wizards took the time to introduce themselves to her and visit for a minute. The all seemed to be very polite.

Susan Bones walked up to Hermione, and gave her a hug. Softly she said, "Auntie finally told me the details about the attack. It must have been terrifying."

Tears welled in Hermione's eyes. "Susan, I was so scared. It was over in less than a minute. Oliver's brother, Michael had been so nice to us."

Susan gave her a sad smile and replied, "You and Harry saved your family. You did what you had to do." She gave Hermione another hug.

Hermione nodded and replied, "Thanks Susan."

The first batch of steaks was coming off the grill and people began to sit down to eat. Not surprisingly, Ron was first in line. The conversation at his table focused on Malfoy, Snape, Quidditch and speculation about who Dumbledore might get for potions and defense professors.

Remus came up and greeted Harry, who was standing keeping Dan company while the second batch of steaks was cooking. "Happy birthday, Harry. Professor Dumbledore said that he had given you a solicitor's pensive for your birthday gift. If you wouldn't mind, I would like to add a few happy memories to it."

"Thank you, Professor," said Hermione. She carefully set it on a vacant table. Remus extracted a dozen memories and placed them into the gray dish. When he was finished, he said, "Take a look at them later. I'm certain that they'll brighten your day."

"Thanks, Remus," said Harry.

"Are the two of you OK?" he asked cautiously.

Hermione nodded. "We're getting by. The Aurors have been really good to have around."

Remus nodded sadly, and replied, "Sometimes you just have to make the best of a bad situation. I have so much respect for both of you."

"Thanks," said Hermione. "Have some dinner now. I think Tonks has something for you. We'll talk more later."

Amelia stood off to the side, visiting with Jamie Church. "How are they holding up?" she asked.

Jamie said, "Mr. Potter seems to have taken the whole thing in stride easier than Hermione. I've seen her several times outside late evenings, crying when she's alone."

Bones replied, "Maybe she's being healthier about it. Harry seems to keep everything bottled up. I hope they at least talk with each other. The Doctors seem to be very nurturing parents."

Jamie nodded in agreement. "They're leaving for southern France for three weeks on holiday tomorrow. They made arrangements to put Tonks and I up in large beachside villa with them."

Bones replied, "That's very accommodating." In reality, Emma had discussed the arrangements with her a few days earlier.

Jamie continued, "I think Dan is behind it. Either he views Harry as a possible future son-in-law, or sees him as the son that he never had. Either way, Harry seems to spend almost as much time with him as with Hermione. They play golf together twice a week."

Bones nodded and replied, "He has to be a healthier father figure than that terrible man that Harry was stuck with for fifteen years. His solution to most situations was to degrade Harry, or treat him like some sort of unwelcome house elf."

Harry walked up and greeted both women. "Hello Minister, Senior Auror Church."

"Hi Harry. Happy birthday," replied both women at once. "Did you have a good day?"

"Brilliant," replied Harry. "We went swimming in the morning, had lunch, then we went to Gringotts. Hermione and Emma seem to enjoy the cart rides a lot. We found some books at the bookstore, then arrived here. It's been a fun day, and I'm having a fantastic evening. I got a new pensive, and people are leaving me copies of happy memories."

Bones smiled at him and said, "Harry, that's wonderful. I'll make a contribution for you, too. It's good to finally see you in a social setting."

Harry smiled back and replied, "Thank you both for coming today. You both have done so much for me this summer. I can't begin to express my gratitude."

Church replied, "We should be the ones thanking you, dear. Your other guests are looking for you. Enjoy your evening."

Harry looked over by the pool and saw Ron visiting with Lavender. They seemed to be enjoying each other's company. Ron was now 6'2 and was making the most of the publicity that he had received from the battle at the Department of Mysteries. He seemed to have taken clear notice of Lavender's curves. Lavender seemed to be hanging onto his every word as well as to Ron himself. Both seemed happy with the arrangement.

Ginny seemed rather interested in Neville. Emma watched with Hermione as they came up and greeted Harry. Neville carried himself with more personal pride and self-confidence than the previous year. He showed Harry his new wand with obvious pride.

Emma commented to Hermione, "You seem to have made a nice group of friends at school dear. I'm very happy for you."

"Thanks mum." Hermione knew that her mum was being sincere and gave her a hug. "I feel like I finally fit in." As an afterthought she added, "I really get along great with Harry."

Emma gave her daughter a squeeze on the shoulder and replied, "We love him too, dear. We're glad that the two of you are happy together."

Harry and Hermione met up with Lee Jordan. Brushing his dreadlocks back Lee said, "We're sorry that you and Hermione were attacked, and we feel bad that you had to do terrible things to defend yourself, but we're not sorry to be rid of Malfoy and Snape. Everyone here feels the same way."

Harry looked around, noticed that almost everyone there was watching him, and they silently nodded at him. George added, "Putting whatever he may have done to help Dumbledore aside, Snape terrorized an entire generation of students at Hogwarts. Next term might be the best year that Neville will ever have at school."

Lee added, "Who knows how much information Malfoy passed on to the Death Eaters? We just wanted to let you know that we are behind you two and wanted to express our appreciation. Cheers mate," he said as the four of them chinked their butterbeer bottles together.

Meanwhile Amelia found her way to Emma and asked, "How are you holding up Dr. Granger?"

Emma replied, "Things have finally quieted down since the attack. We're leaving on holiday to Nice tomorrow like we talked about. I'm so pleased that Harry has been staying with us for the summer. Having him with us has been very good for Hermione – for all of us, really. She's finally had her nose out of books a bit and has spent some time outside relaxing. Harry's had dinner on the table every evening when we get home from the surgery, and Dan isn't pestering me to play yet another round of golf with him. The two of them love it, but I think it's dreadful. I imagine that Harry has had a better life as well. I can't imagine how child protection services never got wind of the way that he was being treated all those years."

Amelia nodded and replied, "I'm glad to hear that the last few weeks have been better. People have been failing to protect Harry since he was fifteen months old. I hope that trend has been reversed of late."

Emma asked, "What happened to those men who were arrested a month ago?"

Amelia replied, "They have been charged with a dozen or more crimes each and are awaiting trial. We have made some staffing changes within the wizarding prison system recently. I have asked the goblins to assume responsibility for guarding the main prison. It will cost the community more to provide that service, but I believe it will provide a more secure environment. As such, Harry and Hermione will be asked to appear in court as witness sometime the last two weeks of August. We will try and schedule the hearing regarding the attack on your family at the same time."

Emma thought about her words for a moment and asked, "Do Hermione and Harry know about this? How will they get there?"

Amelia replied, "They will by the end of the evening. I'll provide a portkey to get them there and back. You and Dr. Granger will be invited to attend if you wish. The investigation regarding the death of Severus Snape has not been completed yet." She didn't volunteer any additional information on the matter, and Emma wasn't certain what to ask. She knew that the teens weren't being held responsible and that their actions were viewed purely as defensive, but didn't know what else the man might have been involved in, or that someone else may have been responsible for his death.

Harry found Amelia again, and he asked her a question. "Minister Bones, have you ever heard of a wizard's oath made to keep someone from going to Azkaban?"

She thought about his question for a moment, decided to see where he was going with it and replied, "Yes. Go on."

Harry said, "It's pretty common knowledge that Snape was spying. You can draw your own conclusions as to who he was spying for, or maybe he was working for both sides at once. I suppose we'll never get a chance to have Riddle and Dumbledore sit down for tea and ask them properly. Neither one of them would have wanted to see Snape take the stand under veritaserum, or be sent to Azkaban. Maybe Snape was terrified about spending the rest of his years in Azkaban, or he didn't want to be kissed like Barty Crouch Jr."

Bones had similar thoughts and Harry was probably as safe a person to discuss them with as any. She flicked her wand and created a ring of silence around them. "So you're suggesting that Snape didn't succumb to the wounds from the night before or the effects of the blood restorative potion, rather that he was assisted out of the world by means of someone acting to fulfill a previously made pledge. Is that correct?"

Harry nodded and replied, "I'm not so much suggesting it, as asking if it is a realistic possibility?"

Bones replied, "At this point, I would say that it's the most likely scenario. Why are you asking me, rather than Director Hammer?"

Harry considered his words for a moment and replied, "I'm wondering if it would be better to let the matter drop. If it was one of Riddle's people who did it, the world is minus one Death Eater and there is one less Death Eater spying against the light side. If it was someone from the Order, do we really want to know about it?"

Bones said nothing for a moment to see if Harry was really finished.

Harry continued, "Hermione is living with the belief that she took a man's life, as I'm living with the knowledge that I did. Maybe she did. Maybe she didn't. There could be a pretty severe cost in finding out. That's why I'm having this conversation with you rather than Director Hammer. Does that make sense?"

Bones thought about what Harry said. The fact that he said it implied the likelihood that someone else may have had a similar conversation with him. She asked, "How is Hermione holding up?"

Harry thought for a moment and said, "One minute, we were skinny dipping in the pool being kids, and the next minute we were in a war fighting to save our family. Nothing is going to undo that. Malfoy and Snape killed a good man and changed lives forever. The dead got buried. The survivors get to fight another day."

Harry continued, "She cries about it, but not necessarily over Snape. We're not normal kids who get to think about shopping malls and video games. That's just the way it is. We'll be OK."

While she wasn't happy with the event, Amelia decided that Harry's words regarding Snape made sense. While she wasn't going to halt the investigation regarding why Snape was there attacking the Grangers in the first place, she agreed with Harry regarding his actual death – there was more to lose than gain. She patted his shoulder and replied, "Take good care of each other Harry. You and Hermione are good for each other. I hope you both have a great holiday. I'll contact you both in a week about court dates for the different Death Eater trials that you may need to serve as a witness with. I'll make you the necessary portkeys. Go gave fun with your friends, and thank you for everything. Your parents would be very proud of the person that you have come to be."

"Thank you Minister."

Arthur and Dan were having a great time together. Dan seemed as every bit as interested in magical things as Arthur was in muggle things. They discussed telephones, broomsticks, the tubes, magically expanded trunks, careers in both worlds and their children. Dan had previously heard about Charlie the dragonkeeper, and the magic joke shop, but was equally interested in Bill's work as a curse-breaker. Arthur was spellbound as Dan showed him his video camera and brought the video tape back inside. A minute later they were watching a scene from the party. Arthur was amazed that anything could have both batteries and a plug. For him it was a dream come true. Both men appreciated the learning experience.

Hermione spent a few minutes visiting with Neville. He carefully asked her if she had recovered both from her injuries from the DoM as well as a delicately worded inquiry regarding the attack at her home. She did her best to put him at ease for asking, but admitted to feeling different about school and her acceptance within the wizarding world since the attack.

Neville asked Hermione about her relationship with Harry, and admitted to having feelings about Ginny. Hermione have him a hug, and encouraged him to act on his feelings, assuring him that Ginny probably felt the same way about him.

"Thanks Hermione," replied Neville. "I always feel better after talking with you."

Hermione smiled at him and replied, "You're welcome Neville."

Neville smiled back and said, "I wanted to thank you and Harry for the swell wrist wand holder, and remembering my birthday. It fits my new wand perfectly."

Hermione replied, "That's good. Here's another butterbeer to bring to Ginny. It was good to visit with you again. We'll spend more time together in a few weeks."

Neville smiled at the witch who had made his life within Gryffindor so much easier and had helped him with his schoolwork countless times. "Thanks Hermione. Do you think you and Harry will run the DA club again this next term?"

Hermione thought for a moment and said, "I'm not certain. I don't know if Harry has talked with Professor Dumbledore about it. I hope so. I think a lot of people learned a lot last term. I know I did."

Neville nodded in agreement and said, "Me too.

"I'll talk with him and let you know."

"Thanks again."

Minerva met up with Harry after dinner. She had taken the time to observe the Grangers, Hermione, and Harry. He looked as healthy as she had ever seen him. He was obviously well fed, tanned, and most important in her mind, he had a smile on his face. She had so rarely seen Harry happy of late. The last time that came to mind was after the first task of the Tri-Wizard tournament. It was equally obvious that the Grangers were happy having him stay with them. The knowledge put a smile on her normally reserved face.

"Hello Professor. Thank you for coming this evening."

"Hello, Harry. I'm glad to see you looking so good."

"The last few weeks have been good. Hermione's Dad, Dan and I have been playing golf a few times. I like spending time with him. He's easy to talk with. Hermione taught me how to swim, and I've had fun taking Hermione's mum, Emma to Gringotts to see the dragons."

Minerva smiled. She'd never seen the fabled Gringotts dragons, let alone been given a tour of them. She realized that the rumors regarding Harry's wealth must be true. After the hideous year that he'd faced at Hogwarts, she couldn't be happier for him. "I am delighted that your holiday has been going better." A moment after saying it, she regretted her words. In reality, Harry had seen or been affected by six deaths in a month. "I meant to say…"

Harry felt her embarrassment and quickly let her off the hook. "I know. Thank you Professor."

"Harry, I wanted to talk with you about Quidditch. It has come to my attention that the new Director of Magical Games has…"

"Holly Bruce talked with me. Professor, but I don't think that I'll be playing Quidditch this term. I expect that I'll be taking other lessons instead. I think Ron would make an excellent team captain."

"Harry, are you certain?"

"Yes on both. I can't justify spending countless hours practicing quaffle passing with Riddle after me, and Ron has been living and breathing Quidditch strategy for years."

"I understand your reasoning, and I have to say that I agree. You did deserve the opportunity to make your own decision, and I respect it. On a different note, Remus mentioned that you had received a pensive. I have a very happy memory that I would be delighted to share with you."

"Thank you Professor. It's on the table, over by Dan Granger."

"Happy birthday, Harry."

Harry and Hermione thanked Amelia again. She had made the arrangements to have the portkeys made as well as the exception permit so everyone could leave Harry with a happy memory for his pensive. She replied, "It was my pleasure Hermione and Harry. Susan and I want to thank you again for inviting us. It was great to get out of the house and just be able to relax for an evening. Dinner was excellent. I wish you all the best time on your holiday. I'll see you again in a few weeks."

After the guests had left, Harry and Hermione helped with the cleanup. Given that they could use magic, it took a surprisingly short amount of time. Harry thanked Dan, Emma and Hermione at least a dozen times each for arranging such a splendid party. Dan replied, "We're glad that we could help you celebrate Harry. We had just as much fun as anyone there. Did you get some clever gifts from people?"

"The best," replied Harry. "I received some things today that I never dreamed I would have."

Not knowing anything about pensives, Dan gave a puzzled look.

Seeing his confusion, Harry responded, "I met my parents today, if even for a bit."

Dan was bewildered at Harry's words and asked, "But how?"

Harry smiled at the man who had shown him so much kindness and simply replied, "Magic. Thanks again for a great party, Dan. I really appreciate it."

Dan patted the young wizard on the shoulder and replied, "I know. We have a busy day tomorrow. Goodnight Harry."

Chapter 13

Harry awoke at 5:00 the next morning. He was so excited. He had never been included on a holiday before. The Dursleys hadn't gone that many places when he was younger, and had invariably palmed him off with Aunt Marge or Mrs. Figg when they had gone places. They had never thought to include him as a member of their family.

As such, he had never been to an airport, and he certainly had never held an airline ticket in his hand – Let alone an airline ticket that had his name printed on it. Hermione could sense his excitement as they carried their bags out to the cab. Emma had purchased matching duffle bags for Harry and Hermione a few days before. They had shrunk most of their clothing and books as well as charmed the bags so they only weighed a few pounds each. Hermione charmed the titles of the books to appear to be ordinary school books in the event that they were inspected at customs. Tonks agreed to meet them at the gate at Heathrow airport. She and Jamie Church would be staying with the Grangers in Nice. Tonks agreed to fly on the airliner with them. Church would apparate and meet them at the rented villa later that afternoon.

Harry had become somewhat embarrassed over the extent of his wealth. He had offered several times to pay for the entire trip. Dan refused, as they had invited him to stay as their guest, but allowed him to at least cover the costs associated with the bodyguards. Both men felt that they hadn't done enough, but a compromise had been struck.

Once in the back of the big cab, Tonks cast a silencing charm over them and said, "Give me your wands. I won't be searched at security." She was wearing a gray businesswoman's suit and had a pageboy length blonde cut

"Why not?" asked Hermione.

"I'd flash them my badge. Ultimately, I work for Her Majesty in the British Secret Service. I'm on protective detail."

"But?" asked Harry.

"We have our own budgets and the Minister takes care of 99 percent of the issues, but we're all Brits."

"Makes sense," quipped Dan. "Everybody pays taxes."

Tonks continued, "Harry, this isn't about Dumbledore or the Order. The Minister of Magic has decided that I need to travel with the four of you to the beaches of Nice for three weeks for your own protection. If I need to, I'll do my part."

Hermione and Emma had smirks on their faces, but Harry was nonplused.

She concluded, saying, "Jamie would do the same if needed."

Hermione looked at Harry, and realized that the conversation had two meanings. She whispered something to Tonks, and the smile left her face. Tonks said, "I'm sure that you'll have a great time and enjoy the scenery. It's a lovely place. Nothing bad will happen, and no one knows that you're there."

Harry had a faraway look on his face. They were in a war, and he was going on three weeks R & R, but the war wouldn't stop while they were gone.

The cabbie let them off at Heathrow. Harry was amazed. It was huge! Dan and Emma led the way as Harry gawked in amazement. They got to the ticket counter to check their bags. The agent asked Harry where he was going.

"With them," was all he could stammer out.

"Passport."

"Yes. I have one."

The ticket agent smiled indulgently, "May I see it please?"

Slightly embarrassed, Harry replied, "Here you go."

"How many bags?"

"Sorry. One bag." Hermione had rehearsed all of this with him a few days ago.

"Here is your baggage claim ticket. Thank you Mr. Potter. Enjoy your flight." She handed Harry his ticket, baggage claim and his passport back. Harry watched in amazement as his bag zoomed down the conveyor belt.

"Cheers."

Hermione took his hand. "You'll have so much fun, Harry."

"I'm having a fun time right now," he replied, smiling at his best friend. "How many times have you been here?"

"A few. Mum and Dad took me someplace almost every winter and summer holiday. I wish that you had been able to come with," she said, squeezing his hand.

"I like going places with you. This is fun." They all walked to the gate and sat down by the window. Harry was amazed at the number of jets and how big they were up close. He watched with interest as they backed away from the gates and wheeled down the taxieway. Dan explained that amazingly, a jetliner can take off with a greater maximum weight than would be safe to land with.

Tonks had been to the airport once before, but had never been on an airliner either. She sat by Harry and the others watching out the windows spellbound as the jets took off and landed.

The gate agent called for pre-boarding and Dan and Emma got up. Dan said, "We're in 1A and B. Hermione and Harry are in 1C and D. Tonks you are in 2D."

Seeing the blank look on their faces, Emma said, "We're in the first row. Harry, you have the seat by the window on the left side as you walk in. Hermione will be next to you in the isle seat. Tonks, you will be in the second row right behind Harry. Let's get on now."

"Thank you," Tonks and Harry said together. As they were walking down the jetway, Tonks tripped and stumbled into Harry and Hermione. "Sorry," she whispered, as Emma quietly sniggered.

They found their very comfortable seats and were amazed as the flight attendant asked them what they'd like to drink. "Orange juice for us, please," replied Hermione. "How high have you flown?" whispered Hermione to Harry as they were started rolling down the runway.

"I suppose a thousand feet or so," replied Harry.

"You're going to love this, Harry," she said, squeezing his hand. True to her word, the jetliner lifted off, and Harry's gaze was fixed to the window. Harry soon realized that there is a big difference in the view between one thousand and twenty thousand feet.

During the short flight, the only word to come out of either his or Tonk's mouth was, "Wow!" All too soon, the jetliner was positioned to land. As they were getting off, Harry told the flight attendant, "That was brilliant! Thanks for the ride."

They found their luggage at the carousal and cleared customs. Harry was amazed to learn that Hermione and Emma both spoke perfect French. They went to the hire car booth and soon were on their way. The villa was about two miles from the beaches in a quieter area. It was a five bedroom, tan, stucco home. In the back was a rectangular pool, a shaded porch outdoor eating area and was fenced in for privacy. The country kitchen had a large rectangular scrubbed wood table. Four of the bedrooms and a bathroom were upstairs while the other bedroom and bath was on the main level. Each had a large window and a lovely view.

Harry and Hermione chose rooms at one end of the hall, the Grangers and Tonks chose the rooms at the other. In the middle were the stairs and the bathroom. Church was in the room on the first floor.

After settling in, Tonks gave the teens their wands back. Hermione wore hers in her wrist holder, as did Harry. It wasn't apparent where Tonks had kept hers as she was wearing shorts and a sleeveless top. They drove to the beach area, parked and walked along the promenade until they found an outdoor café for lunch. Jamie, Hermione and her mum ordered bouillabaisse, a sort of fish soup while Tonks, Dan and Harry ordered burgers and crisps. The food was very good.

Afterward they continued walking along the Promenade, a sort of wide sidewalk at the edge of the beach break. Stretching several miles, it offered a view of the beach, people watching, and the sights and sounds of the area. Dan and Emma were first, Harry and Hermione walked along next, holding hands, while Tonks and Church followed, eyes carefully watching people as they walked along.

Harry was mesmerized by the sights of the ocean, the sound of the surf, sea gulls flying and the beach itself. There were hundreds of sunbathers on blankets along the pebble beach or in the warm water. Girls were wearing bikinis, or… Harry nearly stumbled. "See something interesting, Harry?" Tonks asked, smiling at him.

Regaining some semblance of composure, Harry began looking at the shops on the other side of the walkway. Hermione squeezed his hand, knowing that his heart belonged to her. She whispered in his ear, "Don't be embarrassed Harry. The ocean and the beach are very interesting. People watching is a lot of fun."

Harry stammered, "But those girls didn't have…"

"I know," she smiled. "That's the local custom for the young women."

"But…"

"Have a look, Harry."

"But…"

She squeezed his hand and said, "They won't bite Harry. Besides if we go to the beach tomorrow, I wouldn't want you to pass out from embarrassment or anything."

"But…"

"They're not all topless, Harry. People can wear what they're comfortable with." She squeezed his hand again. "The world's an interesting place, Harry. I'm glad to be here, with you."

"Me too," he replied, squeezing her hand back.

They walked to the end of the promenade, then they went inward, looking past hundreds of inviting shops, pubs, sidewalk, cafes, and restaurants. Signs along the way advertised day tours of castles, fishing excursions, golf, whale watching, scuba diving lessons, beach rentals and the like.

Harry remembered hearing the Dursleys come back from weekend holidays to Brighton or other beach areas in Britain and imagined them to be similar. They had never included him. He realized that it probably hadn't been the money; they just hadn't wanted to include him in anything.

"Harry? Are you OK?" asked Hermione, squeezing his hand again.

"I was just wondering about some of the holiday trips that the Dursleys went on over the years."

"Don't give it a thought," replied Hermione, sensing his mood. "I'll go with you on as many holiday trips to as many places as you could ever want. I love you, Harry Potter," she said a bit louder than she might have intended. Emma and Tonks were smiling.

"Me too."

After dinner, and a bit of shopping for beverages and snacks, they drove back to the villa. Harry helped Dan carry in the bags of beer, wine, cokes, fruit, crisps, coffee and snacks that they had purchased. They sat outside and watched the sun set behind the hills. It had been a great day.

Jamie and Tonks had agreed to split their shifts beginning at 10:00 and rotate them midway through the three-week holiday. Technically they were assigned to guard Harry. Currently only Bones, Hammer, and Dumbledore knew their exact whereabouts. In the event that they needed to be contacted, they each carried mobile telephones. There was also a mobile telephone at Grimmauld Place. They all had the telephone numbers for Amelia and Hammer pre-programmed if they needed to quickly contact them.

Jamie asked Tonks to take the afternoon shift. She knew that the Grangers would probably spend a lot of time on the beach, and preferred to work during the late evenings. Besides with Tonks' morph abilities, she would fit in better on the beaches with the teens.

At 10:30 the Doctors excused themselves and went to bed. Tonks had left to go check on things in London. Jamie was happily sitting outside enjoying the evening air, leaving Hermione and Harry alone sitting on the very comfortable couch.

Hermione snuggled up to Harry, unbuttoned several buttons on her top, took one of his hands and gently placed it just below her left breast. Harry was about as nervous as a young man could be. He could feel her heart beat, and knew that his own must be pounding.

Harry wasn't the sort of person who would ever take something that hadn't been given to him. As a result, he was extremely cautious. Hermione knew this and loved him for it. She turned slightly. Harry didn't move his hand and she positioned herself so that his immobile hand has touching the bottom of her left breast. She took his hand, in hers and offered him a bit of encouragement, and whispered, "Please hold me, Harry."

Harry might be shy and unassuming, but he was eager to comply with her request. Hermione was surprised – For having done as much work around the garden as he had done, Harry had soft hands and a gentle touch. Rather than grab her like an orange. Harry held her softly, and if he were cradling a priceless treasure in his hands. In his mind, that was exactly what he was doing.

She kissed his ear, and whispered, "I love you, Harry. Thanks for being a wonderful person to me."

Harry was speechless. He had been invited to hold an angel in his arms and was currently holding the softest, most precious object that he could imagine, and the love of his life was thanking him.

Dumbledore wasn't happy. Despite his best advice, Hermione had insisted on having a large birthday gathering for Harry. He was all but certain that word must have slipped out where the Grangers lived, that Harry had been staying there for the summer, or that the Grangers were on holiday in Nice. He didn't begrudge Harry from living his life, but the more active he was, the harder it was to keep him safe.

Then Harry had made a full frontal inquiry regarding the death of Severus. He had told Harry more than he had wanted to, more than Harry needed to know, more than he wanted to have to explain to Amelia or the new Director, Hammer.

He had done what he could to protect Alastor, but was concerned that the entire affair could unravel and cause the ministry to lose focus of the rapidly growing threat of Riddle.

He was certain that Riddle would learn where to find Harry and launch a full assault on the Grangers the week before school began. Unfortunately he had been specifically prohibited from providing the sort of protection that he was certain that Harry would need.

He would have to think of something.

Chapter 14

Dan was sitting outside in the covered veranda in the back garden when he noticed the young Auror pull up a chair. He smiled at her, and said, "Good morning, Tonks. How are you? Can I get you a coffee?"

Tonks was pleased to have been invited to enjoy the lovely weather, rather than sit by herself. "Good morning, Dr. Granger. Please. I'm fine thank you."

"It's Dan, please. I understand that you have known Hermione and Harry for a while now?"

Tonks replied, "Yes sir. I met Harry and your daughter last summer when they were visiting at Mr. Black's home."

Dan looked at the young Auror. Her looks reminded him of the American actress, Meg Ryan, blonde, with a pageboy cut. He realized that he might be seeing her real look or simply the look that she had established for the day.

Anticipating his unspoken question, she replied, "Yes, this is my real look. I'm grateful to have the opportunity to just be myself for a few weeks. Jamie and I wanted to thank you and your family for being so accommodating with us. Most times we have bodyguard duty, we're treated like domestics, or worse."

Dan felt compelled to ask, "Have you ever lost a client?"

Tonks looked him in the eye, and replied, "No sir, and I have no intention of changing that trend with Harry, or your family. He means too much to us, sir."

Dan was puzzled by her words. "What do you mean?"

Tonks sat up straight, sipped her coffee and replied, "Harry's about six years younger than me, so much of what I'm telling you is information that I've heard from others. When Harry was about a year old, Voldemort attacked him and his parents. They were killed, but Harry did something miraculous that sent Voldemort away for thirteen years. Baby Harry was hit dead on with a killing curse and he lived. Beyond that, the curse bounced off him and hit Voldemort, ending a war. Before that, Voldemort and his follower had murdered hundreds of innocent people. Harry is famous in our world, known as the-boy-who-lived. With Voldemort back, a lot of people are looking to Harry to somehow get rid of Voldemort again."

Dan replied, "Pardon my asking, but you're in law enforcement and Harry's in school. Why not take an army of officers up against Voldemort, or have the military just drop a bomb on his house? Is he human? The British government has snipers that could target him. Why involve Harry?"

"I don't have an answer to your question, sir. Most magical people never think of non-magical solutions as being valid. I will take those suggestions to my supervisor. They seem reasonable."

Dan sipped his coffee for a moment and added, "Harry said something about a prophecy."

Tonks grew ridged and replied, "Sir that is the equivalent of a state secret. I ask that you say nothing more about it to anyone."

"But…"

"Please sir, people have been killed over that prophecy, and people have gone to prison over it. If you know anything about it, or Harry is in anyway involved with it, please don't say anything. It's thatimportant."

Dan put his cup down and replied, "I'm sorry. I thought you would have known."

"Please, sir…"

"I'm sorry."

"No worries, sir. Good morning Hermione. Where's sleepyhead?"

She smiled at Tonks playful banter and answered, "Still sleeping and dreaming, I suppose."

Tonks winked and said, "Pleasant dreams, I hope."

Hermione nodded, "Lord knows, he's had enough crappy ones. Is there more coffee?"

Tonks handed her a cup, "Right here. Oops. Sorry."

Hermione smiled at her. "Don't worry about it." She went to get a cloth. By the time she came back, Tonks had cleaned up the spill with a spell, and had poured Hermione a fresh cup.

"Thanks."

"My pleasure. What are your plans for the day? Are you going to take Harry back to the beach, or do something else?"

"Mum and I were going to go shopping for new outfits. Would you like to come with?"

"If you go in the morning, I'd love it. I have to stay by Harry in the afternoon."

Dan replied, "I had made tee time reservations for Harry and I at one. Would that work out?"

"Perfect," replied Hermione. "We'll be back in time to go for early lunch together."

"We'll meet up at eleven then," said Dan.

Back at Hogwarts, as she was having breakfast, Minerva was happily remembering Harry's birthday party. She had been delighted to receive the invitation from Hermione. She was delighted to have been included on his short list of friends, happy to have actually spent time with him, and relieved that he held no grudge against her. Most of all, she'd been pleased that he'd been able to spend some time being a teenager without the weight of the world resting on his shoulders.

She'd witnessed his lightning fast reflexes and was grateful that Fred and Tonks hadn't been on the short end of a tragedy. She'd witnessed that he had the undivided ear of the new Minister of Magic, and realized that in a few short years, he would most likely attain his place of power within the wizarding world.

She rethought her career discussion with him. There weren't many millionaire policemen in the world, probably none who were multi-millionaires. Little did she realize that her estimate of his wealth was only a small fraction of his holdings. She was still angry at Dumbledore for interfering with Harry and manipulating others to do his bidding to control him.

At that moment, she had an epiphany – manipulating others – her, Tonks, Kingsley, Snape, the Grangers. The pieces began falling into place. 'Snape would do anything that Albus suggested without hesitation'. Dumbledore had sent her and Tonks on an errand to go collect Harry from the Grangers, but Bones had put a stop to it.

Dumbledore had sent Kingsley to go find Harry. Kingsley took it a bit to far costing him his position as Senior Auror, and probably the Directorship position that Hammer had been given.

Dumbledore had probably sent Snape to visit the Grangers in that disgusting garb,…and something had gone horribly wrong. 'But why was Malfoy there?' she wondered. He wasn't a full fledged Death Eater yet.

Then it made sense. He was there because he wasn't a Death Eater. Snape had to bring someone along to be convincing. Death Eaters never attacked alone. It hadn't been a sanctioned raid, so Snape didn't want to risk using a real Death Eater and getting found out. So he recruited one of his students, Draco Malfoy to accompany him.

And then something went horribly wrong. They were spotted. No, that didn't make sense. The whole point would to have been seen and demonstrate the risk to their safety, then for Snape to escape after inflicting some minor property damage.

No, the Malfoy boy must have engaged Michael Wood in a fight, and somehow one or the other killed him. Probably Malfoy, he never could exercise any real finesse. Snape would have simply stunned him and gotten cleanly away.

Except they were seen. Had they left immediately after killing Michael, they would have gotten cleanly away. Draco probably began exercising some sort of bloodlust frenzy. Potter and Hermione were outside, and hadn't been trapped in the house that Malfoy was attempting to burn down. They saw the two Death Eaters and defended their home.

'Albus, what have you done?' There was no way to prove it, but she was certain that each of the pieces fit. She recalled the American President ordering the break in a few years back, and how it unraveled, horribly dividing a nation. There was no paper trail in this case, and the people in the middle were dead.

It probably seemed like a prank at the time, hardly worse than the Malfoy boy and his idiot friends dressing up as dementors to scare Potter, but it had gone horribly wrong.

But what to do about it? He had clearly not stepped up and accepted responsibility for his action, probably rationalizing that it was a greater good situation again. She was certain that she could no longer follow him, she wasn't certain that she was willing to work for him. Should she resign from the Order, or call for his resignation? Clearly they were the right things to do.

But would either action help their struggle against Voldemort?Dumbledore might be destined to defeat him, Potter might, she didn't know for sure. Dividing the light side right now would do them no good.

Perhaps he had an explanation? A hundred years service to the light side certainly would earn him the right to speak on his own behalf.

"Good morning, Minerva."

Startled, she nearly jumped out of her seat. Regaining her composure, she simply replied, "Albus."

"What are your plans for the day, Minerva?"

"I wanted to talk with you, if you have the time."

Dumbledore looked at his pocket watch for a moment and replied, "As it turns out, I do. What shall we talk about?"

Without pausing, Minerva queried, "Who directed that Snape go visit the Grangers that evening?"

Deciding to tell a truth, Dumbledore replied, "I had inquired if Voldemort had any idea where Harry may have been staying after the deaths of Harry's relatives. Severus replied that Riddle was looking for Harry but had not yet found him. I knew it was but a matter of time until he took up attacking Harry's friends' houses. I asked Severus if he would visit the Granger residence to check on the security.

"And?"

"Obviously things went very, very wrong. For some inexplicable reason, Severus invited Malfoy to accompany him, and I'm certain that you are aware of the rest."

Pushing herself, Minerva asked, "Had you suggested that Snape visit the Granger home in the middle of the night wearing Death Eater garb?"

Smoothly, Dumbledore replied, "No. I made no such suggestion. He said that he would take care of it. Those were the last words that he spoke to me." In reality, he had specifically requested that Snape wear his Death Eater garb, which implied that he do it at night, but he had never suggested bringing the Malfoy boy or engaging a ministry Hit Wizard in a firefight.

Minerva wasn't sure what to say. His story regarding Snape was too convenient. She could think of no logical reason that Snape would interpret a request of "Why don't you go check up on Harry?" as direction to go out, find an accomplice, and commit murder.

Digging a bit further, she asked, "Why did he interpret your instructions so badly?"

Adjusting his half moon spectacles, Dumbledore replied, "I wish I knew. He had a lifetime of precision when it came to following instructions."

"My point, exactly. Are you going to wait and see if it blows over, or take some proactive action?"

Looking directly at her, Dumbledore asked, "What are you suggesting?"

This was one of the hardest conversations that she had ever been in. She looked at him carefully, took a breath, then replied, "I think you need to tell the Order what really happened, and consider a reorganization. From the moment that term ended, the actions by the members of the Order have been poorly executed, divisive, and have jeopardized lives and careers. Albus, don't let this degrade into a vote of no confidence. Further, I think you owe an apology and an explanation to Harry and the Grangers. You can decide for yourself with respect to the Ministry."

Dumbledore got up to leave. "Thank you for your very candid remarks, Minerva. I shall of course consider your recommendations very carefully. Enjoy your day." He was both hurt by her comments, and impressed that she would find the courage to utter the words to him.

In truth, the Order was in complete disarray. His only surprise was that he hadn't yet received any resignations. The succession of leadership in the Order was obvious to him, but he felt that Harry was a year away from being ready.

Overall Dumbledore was still disappointed in Harry's behavior over the summer holiday. He had exposed himself and others to needless risk.

At the same time, Dumbledore realized that he couldn't expect to Harry to make decisions as if he had a hundred years of perspective to draw from. It had been a long time since he had been sixteen. Dumbledore wasn't sure that he would have done any better himself.

Given that Harry's number one detractor within the Order was gone, maybe the time had come to invite the next generation. He would consult with Alastor tomorrow.

Tonks enjoyed watching Harry and Dan banter back and forth as they made their way around the back nine of the course that they had found. Dan had bought them several beers and their play had loosened up somewhat. Mulligans became the norm, as did improvements to the lay of the ball. Regardless of the slight infractions to the rules as defined by the Royal and Ancient, the two men were having a great time, and obviously enjoyed each other's company.

The course was not long, barely 6,000 yards, so they hit irons from most of the tee boxes. Harry was not a long ball hitter, but had an amazing amount of control for a first year golfer.

Both men had good short games. From 50 yards in, they were nearly a match for each other. As such, playing a short course, proved a significant advantage for Harry. As such, after seventeen holes, with the four strokes a side that Dan had given Harry, they were dead even. The eighteenth hole was a short par four, about 280 yards with a narrow fairway sand bunkers guarding the green.

Dan hit off first with his three iron. He hit the ball 180 yards, but landed to the right of the fairway in the second cut. "You're up," he said to Harry.

Harry pulled his two iron from the bag, teed the ball a bit higher than normal and hit about 160 yards. The ball rolled true and was nearly even with Dan, but in a better position. "Good shot," said, Dan.

"Thanks," replied Harry, knowing that Dan had meant it.

In truth, the second cut would be considered long rough at most courses. Dan played a five iron and swung harder than he liked. The ball carried, but was 30 yards from the pin. He quipped, "I was lucky that I even found it in this mess."

Harry smiled at him. His own ball was sitting well in the short grass. He hit a four iron and to his amazement, was on the back edge of the green. "Excellent," remarked Dan. "You should be able to two put that for a par if you set it up."

"I hope so," replied Harry, less confident of the technique than Dan.

Dan hit his third shot and landed about seven feet from the pin. "Wow," remarked Harry. "You did that really well." Dan smiled, knowing that Harry was being sincere.

Harry took his first put. His goal was to get close to the pin. His stroke was sure. He ended up about two feet away, and marked his ball with a knut. Dan took aim and lipped the cup ending up about two feet away. They each made their last shot, and felt very pleased with themselves. "Good game," remarked Dan.

"You too. Thanks for the great day. Lets go get Hermione and Emma. I'll buy dinner."

"You're on," remarked Dan.

Tonks looked on in wonderment as she followed behind them. She couldn't believe the change in Harry. Gone was the smart mouthed little kid that she had helped escort to Grimmauld place a summer ago. In his place was a young man with a quick wit and a truly charming smile. His eyes could win the heart of any witch that he wanted, yet she was certain that his heart was spoken for. There was no doubt in her mind that every young woman in the French Riviera could parade in front of him naked and he would only be thinking of Hermione.

Equally important he had found a parent and a friend in Dr. Granger. She respectfully disagreed with Dumbledore. Harry may have been safer locked away in the castle for the summer, but he was having the opportunity to live a life with the Grangers. If what Dr. Granger had let slip was true and the Prophecy did concern Harry, he deserved a shot at life before facing that monster again. He also deserved all of the help that she and the rest of the light side could give him.

When the got back to the villa, Hermione was beside herself, holding up two parchment envelopes. "They're finally here" she squeaked excitedly.

"Open yours first," said Harry. Hermione didn't need to be asked twice. Harry heard a squeak of joy. "I did it," she cried.

"Huh?" asked Harry, guessing the answer, but wanting to give his love the pleasure of saying it.

"Straight Os. Fourteen. I'm so happy."

"You deserve it. You worked so hard. I'm very proud of you."

"Thanks," she said wrapping herself around him, and kissing every part she could see. After a minute she untangled herself from him and said, "Go ahead. Open yours."

Harry did, and to his surprise had also done rather well. He got twelve in total including an extra third owl in Defense! He said "I got 3 Os in Defense and 2 in Charms, 2 Es each in Transfiguration and Potions and an E in Magical Creatures. I also passed Astronomy and Herbology."

Hermione replied, "That's fantastic. What does your second sheet say?"

"Dunno. Take a look." He handed the envelope to her. Hermione carefully scanned the sheet.

Dear Mr. Potter

Congratulations on your exceptional OWL results. You have received the highest score ever recorded in Defense. You are eligible to take the following classes:

NEWT level

Defense

Transfiguration

Charms

Potions

Herbology

Practical level

Runes

Arithmancy

Healing

Muggle Studies

Home Management

Best wishes,

Griselda Marchbanks

Director Magical Examinations Board

Hermione said, "There's also a third sheet."

Dear Mr. Potter

Congratulations on your fine examination results. In addition the topics listed, I would like to offer you the opportunity to be tutored in the following topics:

Occlumency

Asset Management

Auror level dueling

Apparition

Specialized transfiguration

The additional fees for the other topics will be quite manageable. As such, I would recommend that you consider the following topics and activities:

Newt level

Transfiguration

Charms

Asset Management

Occlumency

Apparition

Auror Level Dueling

Elective – Up to one other class of your choosing.

I would also ask you to consider leading your wonderful Defense practice group, under the sanction of an authorized school club.

Sincerely

Albus Dumbledore

"What does yours say?" asked Harry.

"Will you read them for me?" asked Hermione. She handed Harry the pages.

Dear Miss Granger,

Congratulations on your outstanding test results. They are reflective of the hard work that each of your professors indicated that you put forth.

You are eligible to take any course that Hogwarts offers including:

NEWT Level

Transfiguration

Charms

Defense

Potions

Runes

Arithmancy

Practical level

Runes

Arithmancy

Healing

Muggle Studies

Home Management

Best wishes,

Griselda Marchbanks

Director Magical Examinations Board

"There's also a third sheet inviting you to be a sixth year prefect and a prefect badge. Congratulations. You should go show Dan and Emma."

"Show us what?" asked Emma.

"Your brilliant, beautiful daughter's fantastic test results," remarked Harry with obvious love and admiration.

Emma looked at them first then handed them to Dan. She said, "Hermione, that is really fantastic. Professor McGonagall indicated that on average not more than one student in fifty years runs the table like you did with all Os. Congratulations. Dan and I know how hard you have worked for this, and how much it means to you. We'd hug and kiss you, but it would probably mean more coming from Harry." She smiled at Harry and asked, "How did you do, dear?"

"Brilliant," replied Hermione. "Harry got twelve Os including the highest score ever recorded on one of the subjects."

In it's own light, Dan thought that Harry's result was equivalent to Hermione's. He asked, "How long have they been keeping the scores?"

"Over six hundred years," replied Hermione. That's the best score of over twenty thousand students.

Harry hoped it would be good enough.

After lunch they went to the beach in front of the Promenade. Rather than use towels on the pebble beach, they rented loungers. It was fantastic. The sky was cloudless, and the water was so blue.

Hermione and Tonks took Harry up to the edge of the water. Harry was amazed. He had never seen the ocean before that week. The immensity was almost overwhelming. Hermione had previously explained that the water in the Mediterranean was typically warmer than the Atlantic. He walked into the water a few feet. Not as warm as the Granger's heated pool, he felt the water rushing against his shins then back again with the waves. It felt remarkable.

"We don't have to go out any farther than you want to," said Hermione, knowing that Harry was still new to swimming.

Tonks was confused. She had seen Harry dive into a lake two years ago, swim with the merpeople and bring his friend Ron and a little girl out of a deep lake. Was Hermione implying that he barely knew how to swim?

They waded out farther until the water was chest high. Harry felt strangely buoyant in the water. The specific gravity of salt water had not been covered in the primary school that he had attended, but he knew that he could easily float in this water, whereas he always had to keep moving in the pool. He looked over at the two women, smiled and said, "This is great!"

Sensing that things were OK, Tonks paddled a bit away to give them some space together. Like little seals, they swam around each other, first a bit apart, then back together again holding each other's arm for support.

After they had swum and clung and floated and nuzzled, they found Tonks and kept her company for a bit before going back in.

"How's the water?" asked Emma, who'd had fun watching them together.

"Brilliant!" replied Harry. "It was easier to float than the pool and I could feel the power of the sea."

"See any mermaids?" quipped Dan.

Harry looked over at him with a confused look on his face. "Are there merpeople around here?" he asked.

This time it was Dan who had a confused look. Hermione smiled at the situation and replied, "Dad, there really are mermaids and mermen. Harry has swum with them."

Dan nodded and muttered, "This is like dragons. Isn't it? Everybody gets to see them but me."

Emma patted his shoulder and replied, "Sorry, dear."

Harry smiled, and said, "I'll ask the goblins to show you the dragons next time we go to Gringotts. You wouldn't want to meet one out in the wild."

Dan smiled at the teen that he had come to love and replied, "Thanks." He thought about the comment that Harry had made, and realized that he was right. Perhaps I should be careful what I wish for, he thought to himself.

After they left the beach, they changed clothing and walked around the walkway for a while and had a quiet dinner. Jamie had met up with them they told her about their day.

When they had got back to the Villa, Hermione found Harry and they sat out by the pool together in the fading light. Hermione said, "When mum and I were out shopping, I found a wizarding shop. I bought us something that we can try."

"What's that?" asked Harry, hoping that she hadn't found the French version of the Weasley joke shop.

With a wicked smile on her face, she replied, "Gillyweed. The water is so warm and clear here, I bet it would be fantastic to try. Maybe you could rescue me again."

Harry smiled back, and said, "I'd be very willing to try. What did you have in mind?"

"There's the Neptune beach few miles away. It's supposed to be less crowded and we could go there tomorrow if you'd like. It has a reef so we would probably see some fish."

"It sounds like you've done your homework. Should we go early or sleep in?"

Having anticipated his question, Hermione replied, "Early I think."

Harry thought the whole idea sounded great. He asked, "Do you think Tonks would come with us?"

Hermione nodded and replied, "We could get mum to take us about eight. I think she'd appreciate being asked."

"Did you get enough for everyone?"

Hermione nodded an affirmation, and said, "It was very reasonably priced. How much did you take in the lake?"

"Dobby gave me a hunk about the size of a golf ball. It lasted about an hour. It hurt for about a minute at the beginning and end, but I could see better and swim much easier in addition to breathing under water. It took about a minute to work."

Comparing Harry's answer to what she had purchased, Hermione declared, "I probably have enough for six uses."

Harry replied, "You'll like it. The Hogwarts lake was really deep, dark and cold. I went in February. You must have froze being at the bottom of the lake that long. Could you see anything?"

Hermione shook her head and replied, "Not a thing. We were asleep the entire time. I don't even remember going into the water. This will be great."

With a darker look on his face, Harry asked, "Did anyone in the shop recognize you?"

Sure of herself on this issue, Hermione replied, "No. I just showed the shopkeeper my wand. He didn't ask my name or anything. I paid him two Galleons, and left right after."

"Good. That was a great idea to get some. We'll have a lot of fun. Maybe I'll see a mermaid like the one in the prefect bathroom."

She kissed him on the cheek. "Who knows what you'll see under the water, Mr. Potter. She gave him another hug and whispered, "Good night, Harry. Thanks for a wonderful day."

Back at number 12 Grimmauld Place, Dumbledore called the meeting to order. "Good evening. Thank you for coming on short notice. I have a few announcements to make."