The Wonders of Family

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The Wonders of Family

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Gram's words.

"And she needs our help," Piper added.

"Soon," Grams pointed out. "So I suggest you get a move on-"

"Draco?" Hermione called as she entered the kitchen again. "Oh! I am sorry," she said as she turned to leave.

"Hello," Grams said before she could quit the kitchen, looking at the young woman with interest. "I'm Penny Halliwell," she introduced herself. Hermione turned and gave the woman a polite smile.

"Hermione Granger," she said as she politely shook the woman's hand. Grams studied her closely. Hermione shifted uncomfortably as the woman held her hand.

"No," Grams stated. "You are not Hermione Granger." The sisters stiffened as they took defensive stances.

"P-pardon?" Hermione stuttered.

"I assure you that is Hermione Granger," Lucius Malfoy said as he entered after Hermione and stood at her side.

"No," Grams said again, looking at Hermione. "You don't strike me as a Granger." Hermione's eyes widened for a fraction of a second before pushing her surprise away to give the older woman a bored look.

"I assure you Granger is my surname," Hermione said again.

"No," Lucius said this time. "It is Malfoy." Hermione glared at the man. "She is Hermione Malfoy nee Granger," he informed the older woman.

"I can assure you she is or was not Granger," Penny emphasised. Hermione shifted uncomfortably again. Lucius's eyebrow rose at that.

"I hear Harry crying," Hermione said as she tried to extract her hand from Penny's firm grip.

"Really? I do not," Lucius said. "I assure you I have better than average hearing. You really should learn to lie Hermione," he said softly. "What surprises me is how I did not catch onto this sooner, seeing as how awful you are at the art of lying."

"Is this the trust which I am to earn from you?" He asked softly. "I am your husband!" Hermione flinched then gave him a hard stare.

"You are also a slimy bastard who used my blood without my permission to seal a marriage contract!" Hermione hissed at the man. "Did you not read it as soon as my blood touched the parchment?!" Her voice raised and she pulled out the marriage contract from a pocket in her robes and threw it at him.

"Hermione Clarise W.," Lucius read from the contract he unfolded. The four Halliwell witches sucked in a breath.

"What does the W stand for?" Piper asked.

"Warren," Hermione said a little more harshly than she intended and quickly apologised.

"Why did you not tell me?" Lucius asked quietly.

"I obviously thought you knew for obvious reasons," Hermione said looking at him. Lucius conceded her point and nodded in understanding.

"Why did you hide your name?" He asked. Hermione studied him and turned his words over in her brain, judging whether to answer or not.

"My parents knew a squib who lived close by," Hermione finally said. "He told them about old Voldy and his highly influential friend Albus Dumbledore and how Mister Dumbledore believed Voldy would come back," she explained. "My parents decided that if I were to attend Hogwarts it would be under a different name, and so Hermione Jean Granger attended Hogwarts." Hermione looked at him with tear filled eyes.

"What we did not expect, I did not expect, was for old Voldy to follow my parents," her voice rose. "I erased their memories of me and sent them to Australia so they could die anyway!" She yelled as she hit his chest with her fists. "That bastard marked them to die no matter what I would have done to save them!"

"Hermione," Lucius whispered as he pulled her into his arms.

"No!" Hermione yelled pushing him away. "Can you honestly say you did not know of his plans for them?" She asked, backing towards the exit.

"No I did not," Lucius tried not to sound as if he were pleading as he reached for her, but she kept evading his attempts.

"Liar!" Hermione yelled, running out the back kitchen door onto the outside grounds. Lucius made to run after her but was pulled back.

"Let her be," Phoebe whispered as she cried. Lucius nodded in understanding and abruptly left the kitchen. "She's breaking too fast," Phoebe whispered to her sisters. "She doesn't need our magical help, but our emotional help," she said turning to them. "That is if she is the one the prophecy speaks of. Are you sure she is our cousin?" She asked Grams.

"I felt a connection," Grams said softly. "But it does not hurt to check. It could just be her magic calling out for help."

"It will hurt her," Draco spoke up from the doorway. "Sorry I followed my father and Hermione...but if you suspect she is related to you and tell her she will be overjoyed. If it turns out that you are not and you have already told her...it could do more than break her," he said quietly and left through Hermione's exit to go after her.

"Happy Thanksgiving," Piper said sarcastically.

"You do realise that would mean that little hottie and big hottie are our in-laws right?" Paige asked, breaking the tension as her sisters laughed with her.

"How do we find out if we are related?" Piper asked.

"Blood test. I can get us a home kit," Phoebe said. "I doubt she would trust us with a drop of her blood though."

"You would be right," the potions master spoke up from the kitchen doorway.

"What is this? Eavesdrop on the Halliwell sisters day?" Piper asked sardonically.

"You also don't need a home kit," Severus continued, ignoring Piper. "Just one hair from one of you and from Hermione and I can have the potion ready in an hour...OR you can go up to the library and look up her family tree tapestry hanging near the back." The sisters looked at each other then ran for the library.

"Thank you very much," Penny said as she exited after her granddaughters, but at a slower pace.

"I don't see a family tapestry," Paige muttered as they scoured the library.

"Then you are obviously not looking in the right place," Grams said, still standing in the same spot.

"What do you mean?" Piper finally asked. Penny looked at her oldest living grandchild.

"Look closely and tell me what you see," Grams pointed out a tapestry of a ship out at sea. Piper looked at the tapestry and was about to say it was just a ship, but then the crashing waves started swirling, turning into words, or names to be exact.

"That's new," she said as she moved up closer to the tapestry to read the names. "This goes all the way back to Morgan le Fey!" Piper exclaimed. The sisters gathered around the tapestry, reading all the names.

"There!" Phoebe exclaimed excitedly. "Melinda Warren and she had a sister!"

"Clarise Warren," Paige read. "Then it follows Clarise's line right down to Hermione."

"That was my vision!" Phoebe exclaimed. "A young woman was boarding a ship and she said bye to Clarise and they promised to write everyday!"

"Then why does Melinda's line stop?" Piper asked.

"Because she stopped writing her sister," Hermione spoke up from behind the four woman. "I just came to apologise for my behaviour earlier," she said softly. "Are you all interested in genealogy?"

"Yes," Penny swiftly answered. "We were just wondering why Melinda's line stopped with her." Hermione pulled the tapestry aside to reveal a small shelf hidden behind it, and pulled out a small old leather bound book with a triquetra set inside a heart imprinted into the front cover of the leather.

"It is Clarise's memoirs," she said, handing Penny the book. "According to her, Melinda stopped writing a few years after leaving for America in 1685. She learned she was accused of a crime and punished for it. She does not write what the crime was though, just that she was set up."

"Did Melinda have any children?" Piper asked.

"Clarise did not write about her having children, but she writes that her letters were not very detailed and that frustrated her," Hermione answered. "She was heart broken when she learned of her death," her chest tightened as she remembered Clarise's written words. "There are more memoirs from my family behind the tapestry if you are interested," Hermione offered as she took her leave.

"What do you think?" Paige asked her sisters as soon as she was sure the young witch was free of the library.

"Well her Melinda died, our Melinda died," Piper answered. "We just don't know if her Melinda had children and ours had a daughter. Clarise's diary won't help either, according to Hermione."

"Gram's give us your hair," Phoebe said, holding out her hand.

"Excuse me?" Grams asked, her eyebrows rising.

"I'm going to ask Mister Snape for that potion," Phoebe said. "You're the closest to her line so the results will probably be better."

"And you would be right," Severus Snape spoke up.

"Do you make it a habit to eavesdrop?!" Piper demanded. Severus's did not bother to hide his amusement.

"I always find time to sharpen my spying skills," he answered blithely and held up a small phial of black liquid. "One hair from each will do," he pulled out a comb from a hidden pocket in his robes. "Always have loose hairs," he muttered holding up the comb. "I believe the closest bathroom from the library is Hermione's," he said pointedly as he took his leave.

"That was creepy," Paige muttered. "Now all we need is one of Hermione's hairs." Phoebe smiled.

"How are we going to get that?" Piper asked.

"Hello! Hermione's bathroom," Phoebe said pointedly. Her sisters looked at her as if she finally lost her head. "Where do you leave your hairbrushes?" She asked.

"Ooohh," Piper and Paige said. Severus's actions with the comb suddenly making sense. Paige orbed out for a minute before orbing back into the library.

"Got it!" She waved the curly hair.

"Throw it in!" Piper ordered impatiently. Penny dropped her hair into the phial and Paige dropped in Hermione's and they all waited.

"Ugh, what's supposed to happen?" Paige asked after a minute of watching nothing happen.

"Maybe he tricked us," Piper growled just as the phial started smoking and a small rolled up parchment shot up from the phial. They all stared at it before Phoebe grabbed it.

"It's not gonna bite," she muttered as she unrolled the parchment.

Penny Halliwell and Hermione Clarise Warren

Relation:

Cousins

The four women squealed with joy as they read the parchment over Phoebe's shoulder.

"How do we tell Hermione?" Paige asked.

"Draco," Phoebe answered.

"You called," the blond said from behind a bookshelf.

"How do you do that!" Piper muttered.

"I would say I'm practising my spying abilities, but then I'd be lying," he smirked. "Uncle Sev said you all would need me so here I am," he opened his arms.

"Now how did he know that?" Paige asked. Draco shrugged nonchalantly.

"So what did you need me for?" He asked as he sat atop a table.

"We just found out Hermione is our cousin," Phoebe smiled widely. "Since you seem to know her better maybe you have an idea how to break it to her?" She asked. Draco's eyebrow rose in interest.

"How are you related?" He asked.

"Our many times great Grandmother is her many times great Grandmother's sister," Piper answered.

"You forgot about your sauce you know," Draco suddenly pointed out.

"Crap!" Piper exclaimed and rushed for the exit.

"I took care of it," Draco called out to her, smirking.

"You could have said that before!" Piper glared as she walked back to the group.

"Spark her interest in your great grandmother," Draco said, ignoring Piper's glare. "She'll become interested in the connection and research it to death-"

"Or you could just come out and tell me," Hermione spoke up. "We were looking for you Draco," she motioned to the tall man behind her with long white-blond hair.

"Father," Draco greeted.

"He would have you travel a maze just to get reach the conclusion at the centre," Lucius said to the Halliwell witches. Draco rolled his eyes.

"We all know she is going to research it anyway," Draco smirked. "It's her thing," he said as he left. Hermione rocked the fussy bundle she held in her arms.

"I hate it when he is right," she muttered.

"So you like researching?"Phoebe asked.

"Are you kidding? She loves it!" Draco called from the entryway of the library. "They don't call her the greatest witch of our age for anything," he called as he closed the doors.

"I wanted to talk with him," Lucius said as he watched the doors close behind his son.

"Who is this?" Penny asked, cooing at the fussy baby. "Oh he has the loveliest eyes," she smiled, taking him from Hermione. "How old is he?"

"Seventeen years old," Hermione answered. Penny laughed.

"How old is he really?" She asked again.

"He really is seventeen," Hermione said again. "He had a potions accident that de-aged him to three months. Currently he is five months old."

"Seriously?" Grams frowned.

"I believe Severus is brewing the ageing potion as we speak," Lucius said. "He will be his usual seventeen year old self tomorrow morning."

"I guess that's good news," Phoebe smiled at Harry. "Can't wait to meet your grown up self Harry," she cooed at the baby, he wailed in reply. Phoebe groaned as she held her forehead. "His head is hurting him too much," she said weakly.

"That means old Voldy might be feeling angry right now," Hermione said softly as her eyes filled with tears and as she watched Penny soothe and rock her wailing best friend.

"How can we lessen his pain?" Phoebe asked as she held her head.

"I don't know what to do," Hermione suddenly started to cry with Harry. "Stupid hormones! I am forever crying," she muttered as she wiped her eyes with Lucius's offered handkerchief.

"Let us take him down to Severus," Lucius lightly suggested as he rubbed Hermione's back.

"I did not give you permission to touch me," Hermione growled and shot a stinging hex at the surprised blond's tush. Then she too looked surprised when he rubbed his backside. "Oh I am so sorry," she cried again. "This is all your fault Lucius Malfoy!" Her voice rose as she pulled Penny towards the exit.

"Where are you going?" Lucius asked as he followed the group of witches.

"Did you not suggest we take him to Severus?" Hermione bit out, suddenly frustrated with the man.

"It's the hormones," Leo whispered, suddenly popping up next to Lucius. "If she's anything like the Halliwell sisters...good luck with that," he whispered sympathetically.

"I heard that!" Piper glared at her husband.

"We all heard that," Paige pursed her lips in his direction.

"Well I heard and felt it," Phoebe muttered. "We weren't that bad," she pinched Leo and yelped when he yelped.

"You know they just found out Hermione is their cousin," Lucius whispered to a sulking Leo.

"Good luck," Leo said with wide eyes. "You'll need it!" He called before running away from a fuming Piper as her sisters laughed at the grave he dug himself into.

"What is all this fussing about?" Severus grumbled at the wailing child who was taken down to his temporary lab in Hermione's cellar.

"I think he's feeling Voldy's anger," Hermione was crying with her best friend again.

"Can you help him?" Phoebe asked as she held her head. "I can feel his pain all the way in the attic!" Severus shook his head.

"I'm sorry but Mister Potter cannot have any pain potions till he has taken the ageing potion, and he has to be in top health prior to taking the potion," he said sternly. "As for you," he looked at Phoebe and handed her a phial of dark blue liquid. "You may take this calming draught to help with your empathic abilities." Phoebe gratefully took the potion and swallowed it, smiling after the last drop was swallowed.

"Can I have more of these?" She asked, amazed with the wide knowledge of potions these people had and their brand of magic.

"I have brewed a weeks worth of calming draught," Severus informed her. "If you find you need more. Miss Gran-"

"Mrs. Malfoy," Lucius corrected. Hermione stomped on his foot with the heel of her tennis shoes.

"Granger," she sneered and smirked when he was obviously in pain and tried to hide it.

"As I was saying," Severus said eyeing the witch and wizard like he would his unruly first years. "Hermione," he emphasised, "is highly capable of brewing this potion and others that you all may need."

"We are never letting you go," Piper hugged her newly discovered cousin.

"She loves researching, she brews potions, what doesn't she do," Phoebe asked happily.

"Fly broomsticks," Draco smirked. "Speaking of broomsticks. Can I interest anyone in a game of quidditch? Wyatt and Chris already agreed."

"I'll play," Severus smirked. "The potion will broil till sunset and we can administer it tonight," Severus said to Hermione as he left with Draco.

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"Hermione!" Phoebe called slowly with a wide smile on her face as her sisters, Penny, and Severus piled in after her. Severus rolled his eyes when he caught Lucius's attention.

"Well hurry up and give him the potion then!" Piper growled impatiently. Severus sneered in her direction before crossing the room to Lucius and Hermione while he transfigured the phial into a small bottle for Harry to drink.

"He'll be seventeen by morning," Severus snarked at the sisters. "Draco and I get to stay the night also," he said to Hermione and Lucius.

"Oh good," Penny said sarcastically. "I have permission to stay another day," she smiled at Hermione. Harry whimpered in Hermione's arms, gaining her attention.

"Can he have the pain potion now?" Hermione asked Severus. The potions master took the empty phial from the child and gave him another 'bottle'.

"We'll just have to keep an eye on him through the night," Severus's features softened as he looked at the drowsy child, then he composed himself. "Good night," he excused himself. "Thank you for a delicious dinner," he said to Piper before closing the nursery doors behind him.

"I can take the first shift," Piper smiled down at the baby who was already starting to stretch a little.

"Nonsense," Penny said. "I'm dead you know. I do not have to sleep, so off with you all," she ordered.

"I want to see him grow," Phoebe pouted as she took a seat Lucius graciously conjured for her. Piper and Paige took a seat also and looked at their Grams defiantly.

"Fine," Penny chuckled at her grown granddaughters. "I guess that means you are staying also?" She asked Hermione and Lucius.

"I think if Harry happens to wake up it would help to have a familiar face," Hermione answered softly.

"You need to rest," Lucius pointed out Hermione's condition to her. "I can be here if he wakes up." Hermione hesitated.

"He might not have his memories of these past few months when he wakes," Hermione pointed out. "If that happens you might still be the enemy to him. We all know you are not," she added quickly to comfort Lucius, and the sisters readily agreed with him while Penny frowned at the blond.

"How old are you?" Penny suddenly asked the man. Phoebe and Hermione stiffened.

"Thirty-seven," Lucius answered swiftly. Penny looked enraged at his answer.

"What have you done to Hermione?!" She hissed, her cheeks turning pink in anger.

"It is fine," Hermione suddenly spoke up.

"No," Penny shook her head. "You are not even of age!"

"I am in the wizarding world," Hermione said softly. "That has been my world since I turned eleven and attended Hogwarts. Things may not have happened how I wanted them to, but they did happen nonetheless." Penny still shook her head.

"Lucius loves her," Phoebe spoke up. "Hermione is his everything," she said softly. "She is in capable hands. They have a wonderful future," Phoebe said giving her Grams a knowing look. Penny looked thoughtful, then gave a firm nod to Lucius.

"You treat her well," she said sternly. "I will be watching," she threatened.

"We would not want it any other way," Lucius offered her a tense smile.

"Hermione," Luna said hesitantly, entering the nursery and pausing at all the occupants. She blushed. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" She asked softly. Hermione allowed Penny to take a growing Harry from her and followed Luna to a private drawing room.

"Are you alright?" Hermione asked worriedly. Luna just smiled at her friend.

"Wyatt said he loves me," she blushed.

"Oh Luna that is wonderful!" Hermione exclaimed as she hugged the blonde witch. "That is wonderful right? Are you alright with that?" Hermione asked, frowning at her friend's lack of reaction. Luna suddenly squealed and hugged Hermione back.

"I told him I love him too!" She smiled widely. "Oh! I have to meet him in the gardens," she said looking at a clock, then fluttered out of the drawing room in a hurry. Hermione walked down the corridors shaking her head and smiling at her friend's happiness.

"What are you smiling about?" Lucius's stormy grey eyes twinkled at her.

"Luna and Wyatt said they love each other," Hermione whispered quietly. She jumped at the squeal right next to her ear.

"That is freaking awesome!" Piper squealed. "Oh my baby!" She was suddenly crying then smiling again. Hermione looked at her, worried.

"I don't think Luna and Wyatt wanted that known yet," Hermione said softly. Piper nodded vigorously.

"Of course, of course," Piper kept smiling. "Mum's the word," she made a zipping motion over her lips with her hand. Lucius looked at Hermione curiously.

"It basically means her lips are sealed," she explained.

"It's so weird watching him grow like that," Paige said while observing Harry's physical changes. Lucius looked at the growing child and transfigured the bassinet into a small bed for a toddler.

"He has already out-grown his cradle," Lucius said to Hermione as she laid an already one year old Harry down to rest. He whimpered and held tightly to Hermione's jumper. "He wants you to lie with him," Lucius said quietly to Hermione and helped her settle into a larger bed with the growing child.

o.O.o

A raven-haired seventeen year old woke up to find his best friend and sister wrapped up in his arms, sleeping soundly. He turned his head and found three women peacefully slumbering on what looked like a very comfy transfigured couch. 'Piper, Paige, and Phoebe' the names names and his memories came crashing down on him.

Harry glared down at the sleeping blond man that lay behind his sister but remembered the conversation they had one night when he was supposed to be sleeping. He blushed, remembering their intense kiss. He looked at the three women again and was suddenly glad Hermione found family...or that family had found Hermione, as was the case. She could not fool him by pretending to be happy after her parents' death, he knew her heart was in pain.

He smiled sadly at his sleeping friend and carefully left the bed so as not to wake the two sleeping people on the mattress. Hermione turned and cuddled into her other source of heat. Harry again glared as the sleeping blond complied to Hermione's demands for body heat and he wrapped his pale arms around her pulling her closer to himself. Harry looked out the nursery window to see the sky becoming lighter though it was still dark out.

He quietly took his leave of the room, not wanting to disturb the occupants that were willing captives of Morpheus. Hermione would be furious when she found out about his recent plan, but as Harry recently found out...his fists clenched...that bastard impregnated his sister and forced her into a marriage. He seethed inside but remembered the empath's, Phoebe's, vision. He sighed as he entered the kitchen and started packing food into Hermione's purple beaded handbag.

"Potter." Harry turned abruptly, almost dropping the bag.

"Malfoy," he said in reply as the young wizard stepped out of the shadows.

"Going somewhere?" Draco asked, raising one carefully groomed eyebrow. Harry tried not to snap at his ex-nemisis.

"I remember everything," he finally said quietly. "I have to leave now before Hermione insists that she has to leave with me, and she can't in her...condition," he explained. Draco nodded in understanding.

"I will go with you then," Draco said, not even stopping to think of the consequences of coming out as a spy. Harry's eyebrows rose into his hairline.

"Malfoy," Harry hesitated. "We still don't exactly see eye to eye," he said slowly. The wizard just smirked at him.

"We don't," Draco agreed, "but you do need someone out there with you. Hermione was your brains," he pointed out. "I think we can both safely say I am an adequate replacement for her." Harry paused. Hermione did come up with the most interesting ways to get them out of trouble. Then he gave the blond wizard a smirk of his own.

"Do you fancy breaking into your Aunt Bella's vault?" Harry asked as he tried not to laugh at the stunned blond.

"I think that is where he can come in hand," Draco said as he motioned behind Harry. He turned to see a tall dark-haired young man standing behind him with his arms crossed and an eyebrow raised in silent inquiry. Harry studied him before holding out his hand.

"Harry Potter," he introduced himself. The other shook his hand. "You're Chris," he said before he could introduce himself. Harry smirked. "I remember everything." Chris nodded as he studied the young wizard.

"So what is this about breaking into a vault?" Chris asked the younger men.

"Gringott's bank in England," Draco said. "Is that where the last horcrux is located?" He asked Harry.

"Yes," Harry gave him a curt nod, "but that is not where the last horcrux is." Draco looked at him warily.

"Why are we going there then?" Draco asked.

"Because that is where the second to the last horcrux is," Harry answered. "The last one is at Hogwarts." Draco's brows rose into his hairline. "I have to collect the both of them and take them down into the Chamber of Secrets...I need a Basilisk's fang." Draco looked excited at those last words.

"Well let's get going then," Draco said as he pulled the two men out the back kitchen door. "I hope you got enough food for the three of us." The three boys were suddenly pulled back into the kitchen by an invisible force.

"Care to explain yourselves?" Penny glared at the young men. They looked at her sheepishly.

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