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Hidden Family	By : vinsmouse Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 17508 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter X
1st November, 1987
The day following his conversation with Amelia, Harry had wasted no time in issuing an invitation to Hermione and her parents for tea. The reason given had been that as Harry wished for Hermione to visit him in his home his grandfather thought it a good idea for the adults to meet one another. As this sounded reasonable to the Grangers they readily agreed. Unfortunately they were quite busy and couldn’t possibly come for tea right away. Thus 1st November was the earliest opportunity for the small get together.
“Good afternoon Mrs. Tolliver,” Amelia greeted the housekeeper.
“Good afternoon Madame,” came the stiff reply. Being in the flat as often as she was it had been necessary to include Mrs. Tolliver in the secret of the magical world. To her credit she had not ran screaming from the room, nor did she fail to treat Harry as any other child, yet, she was clearly not at ease. This was perhaps in part due to the secrecy spell Amelia had cast upon her which would prevent her from discussing the magical world with any who were not already aware of it.
For her part Amelia had not enjoyed casting the spell. However, as Mrs. Tolliver was not a direct relative of a magical child it was the only way to ensure she would not reveal things necessarily kept secret. She hoped that the woman would eventually thaw towards her, but for the time being she ignored the slight tension in the air. At least they could be grateful that her discomfort wasn’t affecting her interactions with Harry.
“Madame Bones sirs,” Mrs. Tolliver announced as they entered the parlour.
“Gentlemen,” Amelia greeted, giving a small nod to the room at large as she moved to her customary seat. The men and Harry resumed their seats upon Amelia taking her seat.
“Is there anything we need to do before the Grangers arrive?” Biggles asked.
“No need for anything special,” Amelia replied. “Just as a child can sense the magic of another child so an adult witch or wizard can sense the magic of another. The difference is simply a matter of training. Children will sense magic on an instinctive level and often don’t know what they are sensing. Adults on the other hand, as our magic has been trained, are able to reach out to those around us in order to determine if there is any other magical in the vicinity.”
“That must be the Grangers,” Ginger said as the bell sounded. “Calm down Harry,” he smiled at his grandson, “Mrs. Tolliver will bring them in momentarily.”
“Yes Grandfather,” Harry said as he did his best to obey.
“The Grangers sirs,” Mrs. Tolliver announced, stepping aside for the small family as they entered the room.
Rising to their feet, the men allowed Ginger to take the lead. “Hello, you must be Hermione’s parents,” he said as he held out his hand. “I’m Harry’s grandfather Ginger Hebblethwaite.”
“Hello, I’m Dan Granger,” the father a man in his early thirties said. “This is my wife Emma,” he continued as Ginger turned to greet Hermione’s mother.
“Hello Mr. Hebblethwaite, a pleasure,” Emma said.
“The pleasure is mine Mrs. Granger,” Ginger returned with a small smile.
“I believe you know our daughter Hermione,” Dan continued.
“Yes sir, I had the pleasure of meeting her when I dropped Harry off for school one day.” Turning to the girl, Ginger gave her a wink. “How are you today Miss Hermione?”
Hermione blushed. “I’m well sir, and you?”
“Quite well, thank you.” After introductions were effected the party resumed their seats, or in the case of the Grangers found their seats.
For a while the room was filled with small talk as the adults got to know one another while the children, sitting near each other, spoke of the things that interested them. During this time, unknown to the Grangers, Amelia had reached out with her magic. It only took a moment to confirm Harry’s suspicions.
“Ginger? Seems an odd name, if you don’t mind my saying so?” Dan questioned, overcome by curiosity.
“Yes, well I never cared much for my real name,” Ginger explained.
“Still, Ginger?”
“My hair, in my youth, was red and when Biggles first met me, as he didn’t know my name, took to calling me Ginger. As I didn’t care for my own name I was happy enough with the change,” Ginger smiled.
Dan returned the smile. “Understandable,” he conceded. “I had a cousin by the name of Angus he hated the name so much that he used only his last name except in situations where that wasn’t possible.”
“Ah, Mrs. Tolliver,” Biggles greeted as the housekeeper came to the door. “If you would serve the tea.”
“Yes sir.”
A short time later the party was enjoying their tea, the small talk continuing between bites of cakes and sips of tea. Mrs. Tolliver returning later to clear away the tea things.
The tea things gone there developed a slight tension in the air which the Grangers quickly sensed. They quelled the urge to question it, trusting that whatever topic there was to be discussed would soon be forthcoming. In this they were not disappointed.
“Mr. and Mrs. Granger I’m afraid we have a slight confession to make,” Ginger said, opening the conversation.
“A confession?” Emma asked.
“Yes,” Ginger confirmed. “You see we didn’t invite you to tea only so that we could meet you. We wished for Amelia to meet you as well, specifically Hermione.”
“Hermione? I don’t understand, why would you want your friend to meet Hermione?” Dan asked. He could see by the look on her face that his wife was as confused as he.
“May I Ginger?” Amelia interrupted.
“Please.”
“I wished to meet Hermione because Harry had sensed something special about her. Unfortunately Harry doesn’t have the necessary training to confirm this, I do.”
“Well yes we think Hermione is special, but I don’t quite understand,” Emma said.
“Have you ever noticed anything strange happening around Hermione? Perhaps when her emotions are running high?”
“Um, well, I’m sure it was just our imagination,” Emma hedged.
“What was it?”
The Grangers exchanged a look. “Once a toy she wanted seemed to float off the shelf and into her hands,” Dan finally admitted.
“Another time a boy who was teasing her suddenly started itching and had to run home,” Emma added. “Is that the sort of thing you mean?”
“That is exactly the sort of thing I mean,” Amelia confirmed. “Those things were caused by accidental magic.”
“Magic? Magic isn’t real,” protested the Granger parents almost as one.
“Actually it is quite real and your daughter has been gifted with it. Hermione is a witch, as am I and as Harry is a wizard.”
“Oh Harry!” Hermione squealed excitedly. “Are you really? Am I?”
Harry nodded.
“I...how can we believe this?” Dan demanded, beginning to get over his shock.
“Perhaps a demonstration would help,” Amelia offered. Taking out her wand she quickly transfigured the table into a lamp, followed by a chair and then back to a table.
The Grangers stared in shock at the table. Emma regained her voice first. “And Hermione, our Hermione, can do things like that?”
“In time,” Amelia replied. “She will need training, many years of training.”
“Is that why you’re here, to offer training?” Dan asked.
“Of a sort. Magical children don’t begin their formal education in magic until they are eleven. At that time Hermione will receive an acceptance letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. It’s a boarding school in Scotland. She, along with Harry will attend the school for seven years.”
“What if we don’t agree?” Dan was getting angry. Who did these people think they were? Just taking it for granted that they would agree to send their only child away over seven years, for most of every year.
“We can’t force you to comply Mr. Granger, but I can tell you the alternative is not pleasant.”
Emma paled, her imagination running a bit wild. “Not pleasant?”
“Muggleborns, that is the name for magical children born to non-magical parents, who do not seek education at a magical school have their magic stripped from them and their memories erased.”
“That’s...it’s barbaric,” Emma protested.
Ginger and the others nodded their heads in agreement. They were as surprised as the Grangers. It had never occurred to them to wonder what would happen if a child’s parents refused to send them to the Wizarding school.
“I agree it seems so,” Amelia said. “However, if a child doesn’t receive training for their magic it will eventually become unstable leading to catastrophic consequences.”
“We don’t seem to have any real choice,” Dan groused.
“Do you really wish to deny your daughter her heritage?” Amelia asked.
Dan and Emma looked at each other. “I don’t suppose so. It’s all rather a lot to take in,” Emma responded for them both.
“I imagine it is,” Amelia conceded.
“You said this schooling doesn’t begin until Hermione is eleven. Why are you approaching us now?” Dan asked.
“A very good question Mr. Granger. It was at Harry’s request. You see he was orphaned as an infant. His mother was Mr. Hebblethwaite’s daughter but his father was a pureblood wizard. In order to take his rightful place in Wizarding society Harry needs to be taught our customs and laws as well as his family heritage. When he sensed that Hermione might also be magical he asked if she could be included in his education. I readily agreed as I believe muggleborns would be well served if they were educated about the world they’re entering. Therefore, if you agree, Hermione would attend lessons with Harry three afternoons a week. This would have her very well prepared for the Wizarding world when she officially enters Hogwarts,” Amelia explained.
Dan and Emma didn’t believe in making important decisions, especially those that impacted their daughter, without at least hearing her thoughts. They asked for those thoughts now.
Hermione had listened to the conversation in wide-eyed wonder, not making a sound except for the one small outburst. It was quite a lot to take in, as her mother had said, but Hermione was a very bright child able to quickly process information. “Mummy, daddy, I should quite like to learn about the Wizarding world. Harry is my best friend and as we’ll both be going to magical school later it would be sensible to learn all we can about it.”
“I suppose we can’t really deny Hermione the opportunity,” Dan conceded.
“And as Mrs. Bones said it would be an advantage to know something of the world she’ll be entering in a few years,” Emma added.
“Right,” Dan nodded. Looking directly at his child, he allowed a smile to cross his face. “You have our permission love.”
Hermione flew into her parent’s arms, hugging them each in turn. “Oh thank you daddy, thank you mummy.” Returning to sit next to Harry she grabbed his hand, giving it a small squeeze. “Oh Harry this is going to be so interesting,” she gushed, bringing a smile to the faces of the adults.
This settled, the children ran off to Harry’s room to play while the adults worked out a schedule of studies.
Before she left, Amelia impressed upon the Grangers the need for secrecy and the consequences should they reveal the existence of the magical world to anybody. Swearing that they would never do anything to endanger their daughter and revealing the Wizarding world would certainly do just that, they assured Amelia of their silence. Knowing that having a child to protect the Grangers could be trusted not to slip up, there was no need, in Amelia’s opinion, to cast a secrecy spell upon them.
Taking her leave, Amelia promised to return in two days to resume the lessons for the children.

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