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Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. All characters are creations of Joanne K Rowling, © 2007, to whom I am deeply indebted. I make no money from any of this.

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TRIANGLE
DISEASE

Part II

CHAPTER TWO

“RETRIEVAL”

By the_scribbler

the_scribbler (at) shadowgard.com

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Scribbler’s note – I have used in idea that is not my own herein. I found the idea for the spell ‘Indexus’ in  “Hermione and the Reconcilio Ritual”  asstr(dot)org/files/Authors/Spiccato/Hermione%20and%20the%20Reconcilio%20Ritual.txt  by Spiccato. I want to thank him for allowing me to use his idea. 
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From
Chapter I - “Reaching Out”

Hermione stood, with two of her
six tiny daughters in her arms and walked the few feet to where Harry was now
standing. He held up Miranda and
Vivianne and used his magic to create a powerful embrace of his wife and his
girls. “Don’t ever doubt me, ‘Mione. I
love you so much.” There were tears in Harry’s eyes that he could hardly
fight back. He knew that he shouldn’t try, because they were tears of love and
Hermione needed to know how much she and all of their girls were loved by
him. Ginny felt the waves of magic and
saw the love and knew that she’d never, ever be alone.

Being the powerful witch that she
was, she drew her wand too and bottled yet another memory for them to share as
the years passed. “God, I love magic.”
She thought to herself.

Harry leaned his head close to
Hermiones’ “Beloved? Take Ginny, whatever
money you need, your armor and go. Get your parents right now and bring them
here. I’ll take care of the girls with Dobby’s help. Remember that I love them
as I love you – with my whole heart. As soon as you get back, come find me. I
want to make love to you.”

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Albus Dumbledore sat at his desk, his fingers intertwined,
as he thought about the future of Hogwarts.
Without Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and the other members of the DA,
it was doubtful as to whether the school would open on Sept. 1^st,
irrespective of his own desires. Many parents had been frightened off by the
events at the Ministry the previous June and more had been scared off by the
death eater attacks during the summer. Muggles as well as witches and wizards
had been slain – in one case, by the hundreds – when a pair of giants had
attacked a village in central England. On the upside, people in the magical
community finally believed that Tom Riddle had returned and was once again
seeking power. Whether they could do anything about it was a totally separate
matter.

More personally, Marietta Edgecombe’s parents were
screaming bloody murder because of the curse that she was suffering. Albus
Dumbledore had a pretty good idea from whence that particular bit of nastiness
had come, but there was no way that he was going to give them additional fuel
for their anger by telling them that it was his considered belief that it had
been a muggle-born witch who had set the trap and created the curse. No, if Marietta wanted relief
from her terrible situation, she was going to have to make proper amends to
that powerful witch and to the rest of the members of the DA. Maybe if that particularly powerful witch is
feeling very, very charitable and if she’s already had some fire whiskey…

Albus Dumbledore abruptly halted that line of thinking. It
was unkind of him to think along those lines. He never had before. Was it time to step down, after all? That I
should begin to question my own judgement and attitudes towards the students
I’ve loved so much, for so long. Maybe.

A
silvery-white stag, a Patronus he knew well, suddenly appeared in his
office. It stepped forward, suspended as
it was several inches about the actual floor, and bowed its head. Dumbledore
stood and walked around to the front of his desk, so that he could take the
stags’ head in his hands and receive the message he had been expecting all
morning long. The message was one line long.

World Quidditch Cup final
site. 4^th year. Tomorrow.
Noon.

The
note was unsigned, but it didn’t have to be signed. There was only one person
who’s Patronus was a 8’ high silvery stag and only
that one person would know the particular reference used in the note. Dumbledore smiled.

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There was a brief chiming of a bell in the living room,
accompanied by the sudden flash of blue-white fire. That was all the warning
that Hermione or Ginny were willing to provide. Fortunately, their caution was
unwarranted. A voice screamed “Pumpkin”. Hermione smiled and put her
arm on Ginny’s, to steady her for the expected on-rush of Hermione’s parents.

Hermione was swept up into her mothers’ arms and almost
crushed by the power of the embrace. Ginny giggled and sent Hermione a mental
image of Hagrid picking Hermione up in much the same fashion. The resulting
laughter in her mind was almost that of a tinkling bell. Ginny loved her
bond-mate for her uninhibited sense of humor and the easy way that the two of
them related to each other after a year’s time loving each other.

When Miranda Granger finally let go of her only daughter,
she repeated the embrace with Ginny and it was Hermione’s chance to snicker
mentally. Ginny send Hermione a picture of a big tongue blowing an enormous
raspberry. Hermione thought she could almost feel the spittle from it. “Thanks, Gin. I’ll get you for that, later.
Right now, I need mental floss. Yuck.”

“Mom,
Dad, as soon as you’re finished squeezing the life out of my bond-mate, can you
two sit so that we can talk. I’m afraid we don’t have a lot of time and there’s
a lot to tell you.”

Miranda and Matt
Granger sat down on the leather sofa, opposite to where Hermione and Ginny were
standing. Mrs. Granger appraised their form-fitting black outfits for a moment
before silently asking the question.

“Mom, it’s alright. Ginny and I are wearing dragon-hide
armor. These outfits are like the bulletproof armor that police officers wear
or that soldiers wear in combat. The difference is that theoretically, at
least, we could walk right up to a Dragon and have it breath
fire on us and never feel it. These outfits are dragon-fire proof,
magic-resistant, bullet-proof, and just otherwise almost indestructible. We
wore them today because…..” Hermione paused. How much did she really want to
tell them?

“Because why, Pumpkin. Why would you wear them to come
visit us?”

“Because, Mom, we weren’t certain what we’d be walking
into. It could have been a trap. The parents of many of the muggle-born
students at Hogwarts have been attacked and killed over the summer and we just
didn’t know…”

Hermione broke down and started crying. Ginny sprang to
her side and dried her tears as they fell. ”It’s
alright, ‘Mione.” Ginny said, using the endearment
that Harry always used with her “Your
parents are safe. We’re going to get them out of here. It’s ok.”

When
she looked up, Hermione’s smile was weak, but it was there. “Mom, Dad. We’ve
come to take you both away to the Castle we own.”

Matt Granger looked askance at his daughter. “What do you
mean, Pumpkin? What do you mean by ‘a castle we own’.”

Hermione actually giggled. “Mom, dad?
You know that Harry’s rich, right? Well, Harry’s full title is Lord Harry Potter-Black, and he – that is to say – we- are one of the
three richest families in the whole of the wizarding world. Our combined assets, with the ancestral lands thrown in and all, is
something on the order of a billion galleons. With the exchange, it works out
to about five or six billion pounds sterling. In other words, we’re rich beyond
even what I thought was possible. So – Harry has properties around the world.
One of them is in Scotland.
I can’t tell you where, or even what the name is because of the magic that
protects it, but I can tell you that it is much safer than any other place on
earth. That’s where we’re going in a few minutes. You’re going to come live in
one of the towers at our home. I think you’ll like it. At least, I hope you
will. There are going to be other parents there by the end of the week, we
hope, and many more coming to live in the next few months. We have room for
over 800 families and we intend to make sure that no areas of our home go
unoccupied. We’re going to create a safe
haven for muggle parents and their magical children, and any others who are
seeking shelter from Voldemort.

Now – we need to get you two packed and get out of here.
Ginny and I can stand guard and we can shrink all boxes, luggage, etc. when
you’re finished. Right now though, we’re going to stand guard. Just because
you’ve not been attacked yet doesn’t mean anything. “

Miranda Granger looked at her daughter and then at Ginny.
She saw that the two of them were looking at each other hand holding hands and
suddenly a bell went off in her head and their was a moment of clarity that she
had not expected. Before she could control herself, she blurted out “My god. You two are lovers, aren’t you”

Hermione
was shocked by the question. She had expected questions, to be sure, but all
the ones she had thought about or formulated answers for were related to
getting the two of them out of their home and safely away to Potter Castle.
She never expected to have to defend her personal life.

Ginny stepped up though and uncharacteristically for her,
looked right at Mrs. Granger and said “Yes, we are. Do you have a problem with
that?”

Matt Granger was floored. His daughter, gay? How could she be? She had just given birth
to three girls, hadn’t she?

Ginny
spared him further cogitation on the matter. “Mr. and Mrs. Granger, Hermione
and I are, in fact, lovers. That was part of what we promised to each other
when we were bonded a year ago. The truth is that we’re actually more bi-sexual
than anything. We make love mostly, but not exclusively, in the context of
being with Harry. I’m sorry if that’s more information than you were expecting, but you asked the question. We’re not going
to defend our relationship to you, because it’s really none of your business,
but we will both tell you that we love each other and we love Harry and that is
our reality and always will be.”

Hermione shook herself out of her reverie long enough to
look at her parents. “Mom, Dad, you saw our bonding ceremony. I’m sorry if you
didn’t understand then what the implications were, but this came with the territory.
It’s a magical thing and I’m not going to debate it. It just is. Now, please, go upstairs and get packed. Pack
everything. You two are most likely going to be gone from here for the next two
to three years, so plan accordingly.”

“What about our practice, Hermione? What are our patients
going to do?”

“Mom, Dad, I don’t know and right now that doesn’t really
matter. They’re much safer than the two of you. Please, go pack. We don’t have
a lot of time. If we get attacked while you’re packing, Ginny and I are going
to have to do some very quick magic to keep us all alive.”

“House wards?” Ginny
asked Hermione silently

“Yea.
Probably the easiest. At least we’ll know that they’re
coming. Want to build a port key while you’re at it?”

“Excuse me.”

“Mom, what is it? Are you going to go pack now, please?”

“Pumpkin, I will, but first let me ask you something. You
just had a very far-off look in your eyes and so did Ginny. What’s going on?
Can you understand each other or something?”

Ginny’s eyes went a little wide and her nostrils flared as
she took in a breath. “’Mione? I’d recommend not telling her. She doesn’t
need to know and we don’t have time to explain. We’ve got to get out of here as
quickly as possible. Please…get her going.”

“Mom, Ginny’s right. You’ve got to get
going. We don’t have time to answer your questions and I really don’t want to
have to try to fight my way out through death eaters if I can avoid it. I had
my fill of that a year ago. Now, please…GO PACK”

Hermione gently but firmly pushed her mother in the
direction of their bedroom so that the two of them could go about
miniaturizing, or otherwise sealing the rest of the house. Hermione waved her
wand in a couple of tight, furious circles and the kitchen was sorted, sealed,
preserved, or otherwise contained. Ginny
did the same with the family room and the two rooms in the basement. Hermione
took special care to shrink and then pack her father’s entire 12,000 volume
library. She had plans to index the entirety of it, including all of the
scientific texts and add copies to both the Hogwarts library as well as the
library at Potter
Castle.

Hermione cracked a smile when she thought about
libraries. Harry had teased her about
her love of books one afternoon after they had made love on the rug in front of
the fireplace in the library at Potter castle. “So, have you indexed it all yet? God knows, we have an unindexed
library. That just would not be proper.”

Hermione had proudly summoned a small, blue cube. It hung
in mid-air, just where Hermione had placed it. She tapped it with a finger and
said “Indexus praecessum”. A banner,
like the one that CNN uses to scroll news on the telly, appeared in mid-air at
about nose level and upon it began to appear names of all the books in the
library, along with authors’ names and dates of publication. Harry watched it, completely amazed at the
level of detail and the intricacy of the magic that had to have been used to
create such a powerful result. He looked at his beautiful, glowing wife, who
was watching him for his reaction. “I’m
astonished, Hermione. That is better than anything I could have ever imagined.
How long did it take to do that?”

“Oh Harry! You like it?”

“‘Mione, of course I do!
I love it. I love it because you did it and because you obviously are proud of
it.” He gathered her into his arms and held her
naked body against his. “So,
how long?”

“Well – I was able to
cast the spells in about ten days, but the research that gave the me the right
order for the spells and allowed me to make the results permanent within the
cube – that took six months of work. I originally thought of it when we were
studying for our OWL’s, but I didn’t really have time to work on the project.
Now that it’s done, I can probably make another cube in about a week. I’m
thinking of creating them and selling them to researchers and archivists; especially
those researchers who are doing muggle studies or are Muggle liaisons. I expect that they’d have a great need to
catalog everything they come across. I’m also thinking that the doctors and
medi-witches at St. Mungo’s will need these for their work. Having the cubes
would simplify creating new cures and completely streamline their work with
antidotes for poisons, etc.”

Harry was thoughtful for a moment as he lay on his side,
holding Hermione. “What about the
Wizengamot? Have you thought about selling the cubes to them? They’ve been
buried in paperwork for so long that they probably can’t see the bottom of the
stacks anymore. If you could create a cube that would index and then magically
archive all of that paper and make all of the papers searchable for key-words
or names or dates, that would go a long, long way towards the actual
administration of justice.”

“You sure you don’t want
to become a barrister before the Wizengamot, Harry? I think you’d be
brilliant.”

Harry
looked at his wife and reached out a hand to stroke her face. This time, he
spoke out loud “Hermione – I’m not now, nor will I ever be, as smart as you.
You really can do anything you set your mind to do – but I know my limitations.
I’m a leader and a motivator, maybe, but not someone who can argue with words.
I just hope that I’m never a disappointment to you because I’m not as smart as
you or Ginny.”

Hermione had always known that Harry had self-doubt and second-guessed
his own worth, but she had never heard him be as direct about his weaknesses.
It was surprising to him that he could still be in doubt about his own worth
after getting his entire team out in one piece from the disaster at the
Ministry the year before. Hermione knew that there was a grain of truth in
what Harry was saying – but she had always thought that he had made a much
bigger deal over his shortcomings than was called for. Dumbledore had always
encouraged Hermione to be a support to Harry and not to let him get his spirits
down. Now was one of those times.

“Harry – please
don’t focus on what you can’t do or don’t do as well!! Think about the things
you CAN do and that you have to do. If you keep focused, you’ll be surprised
how much you can get done and we’ll have all that extra free time to wander
around the Castle, looking for other warm rugs to consecrate!”

Hermione
snapped out of her reverie when her mother and father came banging down the
stairs, each ladened with four heavy bags. Ginny and Hermione immediately
stepped forward and waived their hands over the bags. Obediently, the bags
shrank until they were the size of baseballs. The eight ball-sized bags were
put into a larger bag, one that was already holding the entire contents of the
library, and the larger bag was cinched tight.

“Mom, Dad. Take a look around. See if you see anything
that you want to bring along that we forgot. I figure that we have another
minute before our presence here is discovered.

Matt and Miranda Granger did a quick walk around. When
Matt emerged from the closet, he was holding three sealed cases. Each case had
the name “Beretta” on it. Hermione had never seen the cases before, but she
didn’t question her father. Those cases were shrunk as well and tossed into the
larger storage bag.

“Ready then?”

Matt and Miranda looked around and then nodded. “Ok. Hang
on.”

Hermione and Ginny looked discarded Frisbee that had
fallen out of the front-hall closet. They muttered together “Portus” and the Frisbee glowed blue for
a moment and then stopped. Hermione looked at her parents and said “put one
hand on the Frisbee and the hold hands with each other.” Hermione picked up the carry-all bag and then
placed one hand on the Frisbee as well. “One, two, three”. A blue-white light swirled about the four of
them and they disappeared down the proverbial rabbit hole.
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