"Now, any questions?" he finally asked.
Surprisingly, Hermione asked only one question. "How will we know to head for the basement?"
"There's a clear klaxon sound alarm that the whole Farm will hear if the wards are being attacked," replied Matthias. "If you hear that, head for the basement. If, after no more than three minutes, someone doesn't come down to tell you it's a false alarm, immediately head for here. Do not wait for anyone to join you at the entrance."
Hermione nodded back, as did the other three.
Once he was sure everyone was 'briefed' on what to do and when, Matthias deactivated the mirrors and led them back into the house, then up to the parlour.
"How'd it go?" asked Deece.
"It went well," he replied. "They all now know what's expected of them."
"Good," said Sirius, quite firmly.
"Oh!" said Deece to Harry. "Hedwig arrived a few minutes ago."
Harry smiled back and asked, "She in the owlery?"
"Yes," replied Deece. "I sent her there just before you returned from exploring."
After a few days of enjoying the relaxation of Greengrass Farm, the three packed... or, rather, the elves did... and they readied for their few days with the Grangers.
One of the few excursions they had away from the Farm while they stayed was for Matthias to take the family to Diagon Alley. Harry had to go to Twillfit and Tattings to be fitted for Wizengamot robes and hat, while the ladies used the opportunity to see the recently released summer fashions. And, of course, purchase them.
When the robes were brought out and he was wearing them before a mirror, while minor resizing was occurring, he snorted and said, "If it wasn't for the stylised 'W' on the breast I'd look like a bloody choirboy."
"You wouldn't be the first to express that sentiment, Mister Potter," said Mr Tattings from where he was kneeling and working on the bottom hem of the robe.
With an almost plaintive look at Matthias, he asked, "Is it really necessary for me to get bored out of my skull listening to some stuffed shirt prattle on about the thickness of cauldron bottoms?"
Matthias snorted and said, "Yes, Harry. You managed to avoid the first Wizengamot sitting after your award, by claiming you didn't know you were required to attend, and that you had end-of-term exams. You won't be able to escape the next one at the beginning of May. You must attend and be seated. It would be rude of you not to."
Harry just turned back to the mirror and sighed.
Another trip was Harry side-along apparating Matthias to the graveyard in Little Hangleton. There, they quickly located the grave of Tom Riddle Senior. And Matthias quickly switched out the bones within for a stranger's set. Riddle Senior's bones were immediately vanished so they couldn't be found and used.
Looking around, Harry said, "I'm an idiot."
"Why's that?" asked his father-in-law.
"If we'd thought about it, Hermione, Daphne and I could have come here and set up an anti-curse and hex ward."
"Bad idea," Matthias disagreed. "It could have easily been discovered, in advance. And changed where the ritual would take place. Switching out the bones should be more than enough for what you need.
"Besides, you want to be able to portkey out of here with the Cup. The field might make that impossible."
"Nodding, Harry sighed and said, "You're right. I'm just looking for every advantage."
"Understood," said Matthias.
Hermione was, at first, disappointed her parents weren't able to spend time with them at Greengrass Farm. She expected it had to do with her parents currently being quite busy with their dental practice. However, her assumption was wrong.
When Sirius, Matthias and Deece side-along apparated the three directly into the garage of the Granger house, Hermione was surprised. "I thought my parent's house was now warded," she said.
"It is," smirked Deece, who was her apparition partner. "But, we're keyed-in to the wards; as are you three."
"Oh," said Hermione, a little embarrassed she hadn't thought of that.
She immediately turned to the internal door of the garage that led into the house and opened it. "Mum! Dad!" she called. "We're here!"
"Are you really, sweetheart?" called back her father from somewhere within. "I'm not imagining it, am I?"
Hermione rolled her eyes and tried to get her bearings from the sound of her father's voice where they might be. From the similar wording as the last time they'd been in the house, this appeared to be some sort of ritual between father and daughter. A moment later she said, "Kitchen."
She then led all six of them through the door, and a short trip down the back half of the downstairs hallway, before turning and entering through another door.
Harry and Daphne both recognised it as the door Hermione had entered when Madam Pomfrey brought them soon after their bond was initialised.
Walking in, Harry watched as Hermione practically threw herself into her father's arms while her mother sat at the table drinking tea and performing the same eye roll Hermione did while watching the two. "Room for five more, Cele?" asked Matthias as the rest of them trooped in.
"Of course," she replied. "You'll have to conjure up a few more chairs, though."
That was something Matthias was quick to do, as Sirius lengthened the kitchen table a little to fit four extra chairs.
As soon as Hermione finished her hug with her father, she quickly hopped across to her mother, wrapping her in a hug around the woman's shoulders.
"Go easy on your mother, Hermione," her father cautioned.
"What?" she asked almost tripping over herself releasing her mother. "Why?" Without a word, her mother just smiled a little before placing her cup back down on its saucer. Then she slowly stood up while placing the palm of one hand on her lower abdomen.
Hermione, Harry and - somewhat - Daphne all goggled at the woman. Hermione especially. There, for all to see was a little 'baby bump'. However, all the adults just grinned at their expressions.
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