260 Going on 16

By SciFiFantasyWriter1

Disclaimer: I own nothing of any recognized characters or universes within.

Hermione Granger is played by Emma Watson

Emma Granger is played by Lucy Brown

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Chapter 1

July 2nd 1995, Little Whinging, Surrey, Earth…

In the smallest bedroom of Number 4 Privet Drive a dark tear appeared in the fabric of spacetime. Out of that tear a figure stepped. But that figure was not visible. That figure had learned caution the hard way. Invisibility was a useful tool for caution. Harry concentrated and the room began to reshape itself. Two identical comfortable cushioned chairs appeared facing each other as the room got larger on the inside. Small spheres materialized in the room summoned from Harry's bottomless pants pockets. These spheres were portable ward generators which would keep anyone on the outside from seeing the changes on the inside. This included the likes of Mad Eye Moody. Harry sat down in one of the chairs and stared at the bed where his younger self lay.

While looking over at Hedwig, Harry said, "It's hard to believe I was ever that young, Hedwig."

The snowy owl replied, "Hoot."

Harry smiled fondly at the snowy owl that was staring at him in fascination. Even though he was over 260 years old Harry looked no older than his mid-twenties. He was physically much taller than younger-Harry and definitely better muscled.

"Wake up," older-Harry told his younger self while casting a spell to aid in that effort.

Younger-Harry came awake with a start and saw a figure sitting near his bed.

"Dad," sixteen year old Harry Potter said as he wakes up, thinking maybe he is still dreaming.

The light brightens and the figure before Harry resolves itself a little bit more. He can see bright green eyes the same color as his own. Those eyes hold power and wisdom greater than Harry saw in even Dumbledore.

"No Harry," older-Harry replied. "I am you from the future."

Younger-Harry was speechless for a moment before reaching for his wand.

"This is some sort of trick from Voldemort," younger-Harry said while pointing his wand at the powerfully built man before him.

"No, you know that isn't true. If I was Voldemort or sent by him you would be dead already," older-Harry pointed out.

Younger-Harry was silent for several moments. The words the older wizard spoke rang with truth and resonated as such within the younger mage. He slowly lowered his wand but didn't yet put it away.

"Ok…assuming I really have gained the ability to travel back in time when I reach your age…why are you here?" Younger-Harry questioned.

"I am here to make sure a wrong committed by Ronald Weasley never occurs. Left unchecked his actions will lead to both a very good life and very bad life for you. If he is allowed to commit this wrong you would be forced to live 244 years without Hermione Jane Granger," Older-Harry stated.

Younger-Harry's mouth dropped open as he tried to process all the important facts from that statement.

"What does Ron do to Hermione?" Younger-Harry questioned.

Older-Harry sighed and replied, "I had forgotten how slow I was on the uptake at your age." Before the younger version of him could protest the older wizard continued. "Ron will kill Hermione in your seventh year of Hogwarts in a fit of jealous rage after you two admit your feelings for each other. Why else would I search for 244 years for a way to save Hermione."

The question was rhetorical. Younger-Harry wanted to deny the accusation of Ron's actions but something inside of him told him the redhead was perfectly capable of such a heinous crime. The fact that Hermione shared the feelings he had slowly been developing for her made his heart jump with joy.

"How do we save Hermione?" Younger-Harry asked.

"We don't save this Hermione, Harry," Older-Harry corrected. "If you accept my offer, and I think you will because it's a very good offer, I will save this Hermione. Another version of Hermione will be waiting for you in an alternate timeline."

"What is an alternate timeline and what is your offer?" Younger-Harry asked.

"At this point you have never heard of the Deathly Hallows but I will enlighten you briefly. The three Peverell brothers came to a river and managed to figure out a way across it. Supposedly Death appeared to them and for their cleverness offered them each an object of power. One brother got a wand that was unbeatable known as the Death Stick or Elder Wand. Another brother received a stone known as the Resurrection Stone which could summon the real spirits of the dead and not just a ghost. The third brother received an invisibility cloak which could hide the user even from Death himself. The rest of the story is immaterial but know that the cloak your father gave you is the cloak from the legend. In my life I obtained all three Hallows and have mastered them. One of the abilities I have gained as a result is a mastery of time travel. I can even move my physical age to any point in my life and can do so for others," older-Harry explained. "What I am proposing is that I will send you back in time so that you can save our parents. I can regress you to a much younger age and you can grow up with our parents or I can leave you the age you are now and you can still save our parents. I have several plausible cover scenarios and everything you need to back them up."

The two versions of Harry talked for awhile and in the end younger-Harry chose to go back staying the same age. The cover scenario he chose to use was that he was a Harry Potter from a different universe because once he changed the past that was essentially what he would be. Older-Harry didn't exactly blame his younger self for that. The idea of regressing in age and going through puberty a second time wasn't exactly appealing. After he sent the younger version of himself back to the past Harry set to work straightening up the room the way he liked. Hedwig hooted approvingly when her cage turned into an absolutely decadent owl habitat.

"You deserve it, girl," Harry told his owl as he rubbed her affectionately. "I need you to take this letter to Hermione and stick around awhile waiting for her response."

Harry fastened a pouch onto Hedwig's side with a sticking charm that made it so the satchel could be removed either by a person or Hedwig herself without having to reapply the charm. The pouch contained a large supply of owl food and treats for Hedwig that were charmed to stay fresh. This was in case she didn't feel like hunting. Hermione could feed the snowy owl. There were also charms to monitor the owl's condition and exact location and a portkey to bring her back to Harry if she was injured. As the owl took off, Harry laid down on his now very comfortable and lavish king sized bed.

"I bloody well hate this part," Harry whispered before closing his eyes.

A shimmering blue field of energy surrounded the mage as he focused on the powers he had mastered only fifty years previously. The Deathly Hallows each gave their bearer tremendous powers but when the Hallows were combined they gave a power greater than each Hallow was capable of bestowing by itself. Contrary to legend the Hallows were not given by Death but by a Sumerian necromancer named Colron. Colron had learned how to cheat death eons previously and had constructed the Hallows out of materials that were no longer available naturally in the world. Colron had spent centuries before during his natural life-span bestowing the Hallows with his power and enchantments until they attained a state of existence greater and more powerful than even Flamel's famous Philosopher's Stone. The Hallows granted Colron immortality but eventually he learned to channel the abilities they granted him without the Hallows themselves. He mastered time travel and finally decided he wanted to pass the Hallows on. He chose the three Peverell brothers who just happened to be descended from one of Colron's numerous offspring. The man had loved sex and that love continued down through his line.

As far as Harry could tell Colron had moved on to other universes and other timelines after passing on the Hallows. Harry himself had mastered most of the abilities bestowed by the Hallows without the fabled artifacts but still struggled with some tasks without the objects themselves. He spent a great deal of time practicing without the Hallows and still more time practicing with them. As the blue energy field intensified Harry could feel himself connecting to the pocket dimension that existed outside of time where the Hallows' power was anchored within. Harry's body began regressing in age from the point in his mid twenties he had frozen it at back until he was sixteen. The sensation was quite uncomfortable. When the temporal reversion field dissipated Harry found himself in a very muscular form of his sixteen year old body. He could already feel the hormones raging through his body.

Harry could have used illusion and mind magic to ensure others thought he was a teenager but if he was going to capture the heart of his Hermione he didn't want to do so in the body of his mid twenty year old self. After he finished the reversion Harry decided he wanted to sleep. He first relieved himself of the pressure of his hormones with thoughts of Hermione. Then he drifted off to sleep still thinking about his beautiful best female friend.

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Hermione's House…

Hermione heard the familiar sound of an owl's wings and set down her book. She was lying on her bed in her home in Crawley wearing a pair of shorts and a dark blue top reading a fantasy novel she found entertaining.

"Hello Hedwig," Hermione greeted the owl as she sat up and drew closer to the owl perched on the baseboard of her bed.

"Hoot, hoot," Hedwig responded.

"Let's get this letter off," Hermione said as she looked for the letter. The witch found no letter but noticed the pouch and lifted the top to find an expanded interior. She also spotted the letter. "I wonder where Harry bought this," Hermione mused as she got up and filled a water dish for Hedwig.

As the owl drank the water gratefully on Hermione's dresser the witch began to read the letter.

Hermione,

First of all I would like you to place a finger on the drawing of a bracelet on the back of this letter and repeat the first three words of the Marauder's passphrase to access a certain map and then say "I love" and finish with your favorite book.

Hermione thought the request was really odd but turned the letter over and spotted the intricate drawing of a beautiful bracelet. She did as directed and made sure to insert her favorite book which just happened to be rather smutty. Hermione's amazement knew no bounds when the bracelet expanded out of the paper and fell onto her bed.

"How the bloody hell did he do that?" Hermione asked aloud, not expecting a response.

Hedwig hooted a reply that Hermione somehow knew meant magic. Muttering about smart ass birds Hermione went back to reading the letter.

I know you are wondering how that just happened. The bracelet was temporarily transfigured into ink and the transfiguration was set to end when the enchantments I placed on it detected your DNA and that pass phrase. Your DNA is all over my school work given how much you have helped me in the past. The bracelet is enchanted to hide any magic you do from Ministry detection.

Hermione trusted her best friend without question. Therefore she slipped on the silver bracelet decorated with books and various magical creatures, picked up her wand from her nightstand, and cast a levitation charm on a nearby book. She held the charm for thirty seconds before she set the book down and picked up the letter to continue reading while she waited to see if the Ministry sent her a warning.

Sirius sent me one of these bracelets which I have decided to term a wrist-band because blokes do not wear bracelets.

Hermione rolled her eyes at that comment but was smiling.

He acquired my wrist-band in another country in a less than reputable market. When I found out I asked him to get me one for you as well. I hope you enjoy it. I've been able to do all sorts of useful magic around the house.

I've been doing a lot of thinking since Cedric's death. I have reevaluated my course through Hogwarts and the only thing I can honestly say I'm satisfied with is that I acquired you as my friend. Ron can be an alright bloke but more often than not he just wants to slack off and kill time. I honestly don't have the time to waste for that let alone his jealous fits. Some of the best times at Hogwarts were when Ron wasn't talking to me.

Hermione's eyebrows were shooting up as she read that last bit.

"About time he realizes how much of a git Ron is," Hermione told Hedwig.

Hedwig hooted with agreement while bobbing her head up and down. Hermione let out a giggle at the owl's antics and returned to reading.

I have started revising all of my previous years' material and will be reading ahead as well. I think you will see a very changed Harry Potter when we return to school. I have also decided to start working out and exercising.

"Bloody hell, he's working out now? He was already too bloody gorgeous before," Hermione told Hedwig while biting her bottom lip.

Hedwig responded with an approving hoot.

I've decided that I need to have more fun in my life and see more of the world. I won't let Riddle ruin my life. He's already taken my parents, he won't take anything else. I would like to see more of you outside of school and definitely outside of the Burrow. Do you know of anywhere fun we could get together?

"Yes. In my bed," Hermione thought to herself but not saying it out loud.

Hoping to Hear From You Soon,

Harry

Hermione put the letter down and appeared thoughtful. Harry sounded surprisingly well for someone who had just gone through what he went through at the end of the Triwizard. But then again she didn't know anybody else who had gone through that much. So she didn't really know how someone like that was supposed to act. Hermione decided she would talk to her mum and then write Harry back. The more she saw of him over the summer the better. Her parents would probably agree after seeing their daughter practicing magic, something she had been unable to do outside of school.

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As Harry performed his 51st one-armed pull-up on the monkey bars in the park a brisk ten minute walk from Privet Drive he said, "You know…I do believe that out of all the minders Dumbledore has following me I find you the least offensive."

This statement was met by silence.

"Come now, don't make me remove that invisibility cloak. I will feel my intelligence is insulted if you don't respond back," Harry added as he dropped to the ground and turned to face right where he knew the witch was under her invisibility cloak.

Pink hair was the first thing to appear followed by a heart shaped face that wore an expression between sheepishness and surprise.

"Cor, I heard you were full of surprises Mr. Potter but how the bloody hell did you know I was here?" Nymphadora Tonks asked as she tucked away her invisibility cloak.

Harry took in Nym's form or Tonks as she preferred to be called in this time. She looked really good but also really young. This was before she had lost Remus, her husband, to the ravages of the second Voldemort war. This was also before she bore Harry's godson Teddy. And this was also before Harry himself had made love to her through some really great years. Harry knew she would indeed taste as good as she looked. Involuntarily Harry licked his lips before he ruthlessly suppressed his desires for the bubbly metamorphmagus. He was here for Hermione.

"You were breathing quite hard after following me on my ten kilometer run. Your perfume becomes quite noticeable after you start to really sweat. That's a nice scent by the way…lilac I believe," Harry observed, causing the first year Auror to blush. "I also have other means of detecting you but those means are my own for now."

"Mad Eye would love you," Nym said appreciatively before taking a seat on a nearby bench and eying the handsome wizard.

Harry had certainly grown up since the last time Nym had laid eyes on him. She had been a seventh year when he had been a third year. He had filled out nicely. Sweat gleamed over his lean muscular chest and abs. His biceps were filling out as well. She had observed him work out over the previous few shifts she had watched him on and had admired how fit he was. Harry walked over and sat down next to Nym. She could smell his musky scent quite nicely from this distance.

"The name is Harry, not Mr. Potter. What might your name be?" Harry asked as he focused his attention fully on the pink haired woman.

"Call me Tonks," Nym stated.

Harry tilted his head at a forty-five degree angle and said, "What is your first name?"

"How did you know that wasn't my first name?" Tonks asked.

"I can read a lot about a person from body language," Harry replied.

Hesitantly Nym admitted, "My mom named me Nymphadora. But I hate that name."

"Can I call you Nym?" Harry requested. "You just don't seem like a Tonks and I can understand why you wouldn't want to be called Nymph."

"Boy, you can call me anything you want. Just don't put a shirt back on," Nym thought to herself. Aloud she said, "I suppose that would be alright."

"Alright, Nym, care to tell me why Dumbledore has you following me around in secret? Oh wait…no need to answer that. The old man likes to treat me like a mushroom feeding me shit and keeping me in the dark," Harry mused.

"Tell me how you really feel, Harry," Nym replied wryly. "I must say…I've never heard anybody talk about the Headmaster like that."

"Well I doubt anybody has had a relationship with the Headmaster as that I have with him. Don't get me wrong…I realize Dumbledore is something of a great man to those raised in the wizarding world. But I disagree with how he has handled things in recent years and especially in regard to me," Harry stated. "I will show you."

Harry removed an arm band that Nym hadn't even noticed was there and watched in astonishment as his form rippled and suddenly dozens of nasty looking scars crisscrossed his body. He turned around and showed her his back and she gasped in horror.

"How did you get these, Harry?" Nym asked quietly.

"Dumbledore placed me with people who hate magic. They hate magic with all of their beings, Nym," Harry replied before setting the band back on his arm. "I made this illusion band to conceal my scars."

"I'm an Auror, Harry. Do you know what that is?" Nym asked.

"You're the magical version of a copper," Harry replied. "I don't want anything done about the Dursleys because Dumbledore would make sure it was suppressed. Do you think someone didn't notice the abuse I was receiving as a child? I can't prove it was Dumbledore but someone swept things under the rug. Besides, they won't ever touch me again. I made sure they understood things are changing in Little Whinging."

Nym was silent but eventually nodded as she saw the hard look in Harry's bright green eyes.

"I won't say anything for now. But if I see them hurting you again they'll be in lock-up within minutes," Nym assured.

"Fair enough," Harry agreed. With a grin he added, "But they can't hurt me now."

Nym raised an eyebrow speculatively.

"And why is that?" Nym questioned.

"Nym, I like you. You seem like a smart witch. You're cute too," Harry said with a wink, making the witch blush. "But I just met you. Don't expect I'll tell you all my secrets."

"Well then you'll just have to get to know me," Nym declared.

Nym then proceeded to engage Harry in a conversation where they learned more about each other. Nym was a sporty type of witch who liked a lot of things most blokes did. She didn't have much dating experience because she was a metamorphmagus and blokes tended to want her to change into other forms. She had only finished her extensive Auror training program a few months previously. Nym also learned more about Harry during the conversation. When 8 PM rolled around she had to go have dinner with her parents but Harry learned her shift was from 5 to 8 PM and would see her the next day.

Before she left Harry said, "Oh and Nym, just so you know, the other watchers used brooms to follow me on my runs."

Nym groaned in embarrassment at not thinking of a broom before she apparated away. Harry chuckled and headed back to Number 4 to take a shower. A cold shower would feel good and not just because of the workout. It was harder to be that close to Nym than Harry had thought it would be. He still remembered how good it felt to have her moist bits wrapped around his wand.

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Harry walked downstairs and saw all three Dursleys sitting in the living room watching the telly. Dudley looked at Harry with fear as did Petunia. Vernon just looked at his nephew with impotent rage. Harry was dressed in high quality biker's leather. He sneered at the pathetic excuse for a family. He had laid down the law with the Dursleys shortly after he had arrived back in this time period. It had taken a perforated testicle for Vernon to learn it wasn't wise to mess with Harry. Dudley had received a concussion. Petunia had wisely stayed out of the short but vicious fight.

Harry didn't even say a word to the Dursleys as he walked out the door. There was nothing left to be said. If all went as he planned he would never be back there after that summer. Harry walked down the curb with a wickedly powerful version of the Notice-Me-Not charm in effect. As he summoned a futuristic looking motorcycle out of his trunk and climbed on, Harry idly noted that Diggle was the one on watch at the moment. It didn't really matter. The ward generators in his room would keep Harry's minders thinking he was in his room doing school work and other studies. The bike came to life as it sensed its owner mount it. There was no purr of an engine. The vehicle was electric powered by a tiny fusion cell. It had many magical enhancements like Sirius' motorcycle including charms that would see it flying. Harry took off like a rocket. He loved the quick acceleration of his bike. Under normal traffic conditions and following the speed limits it was a 47 minute drive to Crawley. Harry's bike was enchanted with the same charms the Knight Bus used to avoid traffic and accidents so he could make it in a small fraction of the time.

When he hit 320 kilometers per hour Harry decided to stay at that pace. It was rather fun for the time traveler.

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Harry pulled up to Hermione's house and was hit with a wave of nostalgia. The brownstone was two stories tall and quite large. Ivy crept up the side of the building near Hermione's bedroom. The lawn was large and well kept with the nearest house being located several hundred meters away. This was a testament to the Granger's comfortable bank account and lifestyle given how large a city Crawley was. The brownstone was located on the very outskirts of the city. Harry remembered all the times he had visited the house in the past after Hermione's death. As he pulled into the large driveway connecting to the two car garage Harry noticed a familiar rear sticking up in the air in the flower garden. Emma Granger stood up and turned around from where she had been doing some gardening and Harry was hit with a wave of memories.

It had been after Hermione's death that Harry had sought the Grangers out. It was months after she had died. When he had tracked them down to their house they were going out dressed to impress. Harry followed them concealed and found them going to a club that was known for allowing more amorous activities of all types. It was sort of a swinger's club. Harry had started learning Legilimency in earnest by that point in his life and picked up from Emma's surface thoughts what was going on. Dan and Emma were trying everything to save their marriage. They both greatly enjoyed sex but were awkward around each other after Hermione's death. They just didn't know how to cope with her loss. Somehow they had come to the idea of finding partners at a swingers club with full consent given to each other. While Dan had found a young partner Emma had nervously gone in search of her own young paramour.

Emma looked just like an older version of Hermione. They could be sisters. It was really eerie for Harry as he observed her through his Notice-Me-Not charm. He made a decision. He concealed his scar and approached her at the bar of the club.

"Can I buy you a drink?" Harry asked Emma.

Emma turned and her breath caught. Standing before her was a gorgeous young man who looked to be about her daughter's age. He looked a lot like Hermione's descriptions of Harry in her letters, the ones Dan didn't see. The only thing missing was his scar. It had been five years since Emma had met a twelve year old Harry Potter so she didn't recognize him. And Harry certainly didn't look like a twelve year old boy anymore.

"Yes you can," Emma agreed with a pleased smile. "My name is Emma."

"James," Harry replied, deciding it was best to not give his first name.

He didn't want Emma to know who he was yet. It was pretty common to give false names at that particular club. The two quickly hit it off.

"Would you like to come back to my place, James?" Emma invited as she pressed her body against his and cupped his package.

"I would be a fool to say no, gorgeous," Harry replied before leaning in and kissing Emma.

She deepened the kiss with a moan of delight. The rest was history. What had followed was a night of passion that saw Emma screaming her delight into the late hours of the morning. Dan had taken his partner to a nearby motel while Emma had taken hers back to the brownstone. Emma had planned on doing the deed on the guest bedroom bed per prior agreement with Dan but Harry's age and the fact he looked so much like her daughter's crush saw them doing it on Hermione's bed. This allowed Emma to feel a sense of connection to her daughter. When Harry had revealed his true identity to Emma he had expected her to be pissed and throw him out. Instead she had broken down crying in Harry's arms admitting she had thought of him as Harry Potter to feel closer to Hermione because Hermione had been in love with Harry for ages and described as much in her letters to her mother. Harry also shed some tears at that point before making love to Emma once more.

What followed was an interesting relationship for the next hundred and three years. Whenever Harry wasn't involved in a relationship he would often share Emma's bed. Dan went about fifty years before his wife. Harry thought it had something to do with Emma sharing his bed. He was a powerful wizard and magicians lived a lot longer than non-magicals. It wasn't unthinkable that he had transferred a lot of magic to her over the years. Emma went peacefully in her sleep one of the nights Harry had been with her. That was before he had learned to alter the age of others. He would always treasure what he had shared with Emma Granger knee Brown.

He was brought back out of his thoughts when Emma said, "You must be Harry. Hermione has told us you were coming."

The woman smiled warmly at her daughter's best friend and took his hand in a shake. Emma felt a surge of something powerful jump between the young wizard and herself as their hands touched. She licked her lips as the heat reached her loins.

"Hermione has told me a lot about you, Mrs. Granger," Harry greeted. "The picture she keeps of you and her father didn't do you justice."

"I can see why all the witches at Hogwarts are chasing after you, Harry. Call me Emma and my husband Dan," Emma invited as Hermione and Dan came to the front door.

"Harry," Hermione squealed as she saw her best friend. He looked fitter than ever. She rushed him and enveloped him in a hug. She immediately noticed that he felt so much fitter than she remembered. She felt hard lean muscle beneath his riding jacket. But she shouldn't have been surprised given the letters they had exchanged over the past month mentioning his frequent workout regimen. "I've missed you."

"And I you," Harry admitted as he squeezed Hermione tightly and inhaled her scent like he could live off of it.

She was a mixture of flowers and cinnamon and the smell of well aged books.

"Dan Granger," Dan greeted with a strong handshake after his daughter had broke from an embrace with the young wizard, rather reluctantly Dan noticed.

"Harry Potter, sir," Harry greeted returning the grip with identical pressure while being careful not to crush Dan's hand.

A mage of Harry's power hadn't existed since ancient times. He could easily crush a person's hand if he wasn't careful. Dan didn't realize it but the same hand he was shaking was capable of reshaping reality.

"Come on, I want to show you around," Hermione said excitedly as she took Harry's hand and led him off.

Dan and Emma exchanged amused expressions as their daughter led away her best friend.

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Harry sat down on Hermione's bed and tried not to think about the fact that the last time he had been on that bed was when he had been shagging her mom.

Hermione caught Harry staring at her bed and offered, "We could sit somewhere else if sitting on my bed makes you uncomfortable."

"Not in the least, Hermione," Harry replied. "There is nowhere else that I would rather be in the world than sitting right here with you."

Harry stared into Hermione's chocolate brown eyes and saw the smile start to form on her mouth which his words had generated. She was so beautiful that he felt his plan for wooing her go out the window. He reached out and took her hands in his surprising her.

"What is it Harry?" Hermione asked with a perplexed expression on her face.

"Hermione, I've come to realize just how much you mean to me. You are beautiful, brilliant, brave, and a loyal friend. Do you think you would ever consider becoming my girlfriend?" Harry asked.

Hermione's heart began to beat rapidly and her breath caught in her throat. Harry was staring at her with such an open and caring expression like she had never observed on his handsome face before.

"I'll not only consider it Harry, I will agree to it. I would love to be your girlfriend," Hermione answered.

Harry's smile was brilliant at Hermione's response. Everything he had fought for over the past couple of centuries had hinged upon Hermione's response. If she had said no he would have been devastated.

"Hermione, I'm so happy right now I would really like to kiss you," Harry warned.

Hermione's smile widened as Harry leaned towards her. His lips pressed gently against hers. Their eyes closed at the same moment. The kiss wasn't demanding or aggressive. It was gentle and tender. Harry pushed magic through his lips while concentrating on the wide range of emotions he felt towards Hermione. She moaned against his mouth with surprise and slightly deepened the kiss. Hermione had to break the connection to breathe but her eyes were wide when she did so.

"Harry, that was amazing," Hermione whispered. He nodded his head in agreement. That was the best first kiss Hermione could have ever wished for and that it was with Harry made it even more special. "Come here," she said as she held out her arms.

Harry repositioned himself on the bed so that he lay back against Hermione's pillows beside her. They held each other so that their faces were inches apart. Harry wasn't worried about Dan and Emma barging in. They were pretty laid back non-prudish parents. He had also noticed the Notice-Me-Not charm Hermione had layered on her door which could be activated with the energizing of a rune which she had energized upon entering. A greater way for a muggleborn witch to keep her non-magical parents out of her room had never been found.

The new couple lay there talking to each other in between kisses which gradually grew more exploratory.

"Hermione, you are the most beautiful witch I have ever encountered," Harry admitted.

"Stop it, no I'm not. I am rather plain," Hermione chastised with a blush.

"Hermione, you have no idea how many nights I have dreamed about you," Harry assured. "You are anything but plain."

Hermione rewarded that response with another kiss.

"So you dream about me do you," Hermione said with a smirk. "Are these naughty dreams?"

Hermione thought she would be flattered if he said yes.

"Most of them," Harry assured. "Of course there are some nightmares where you decide to date Ron instead of me."

Hermione made an expression like she was dealing with something unpleasant and answered, "Harry, honestly if you weren't Ron's friend I wouldn't have anything to do with him. He is pretty moronic and he has often treated me poorly. Hell if it wasn't for you his idiocy would have had me killed by the club of a troll."

Hermione's response confirmed something Harry had always suspected, that she wouldn't have willingly dated Ron, which pointed to coercion or the use of magical mind altering substances. Mrs. Weasley had once told Harry and his friends that she used a love potion to get Arthur and had thought it funny. Harry would definitely be careful what Hermione ingested from now on.

"I'm coming to realize that," Harry admitted. "I will be polite with him this year until he does something to screw up. Then I just won't put in any effort to keep the friendship going. Why did you try so hard to get us back together last year?"

"Because I saw how miserable it made you with the way you two fought. And I guess I was frightened something wouldn't happen between us if we were together with just you and I all that time. If nothing happened between us romantically then that would be definitive proof you didn't feel anymore for me than friendship," Hermione explained.

This time it was Harry's turn to kiss his girlfriend and provide comfort.

"Let's go tell your parents we are dating," Harry suggested.

As Hermione got up from the bed, she asked, "Shouldn't you as my boyfriend be reluctant to face my parents?"

"If it means making you happy I would face anything, Hermione Granger," Harry assured while squeezing Hermione's hand.

She beamed at him.

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Hermione found her parents in the living room snuggled up on the couch watching the telly. Dan hit the mute button when he noticed his daughter holding her friend's hand.

Emma noticed it too and while smiling asked, "Is there something you would like to tell us, dear?"

"Harry asked me to be his girlfriend," Hermione announced with a delighted grin.

"That is wonderful news, dear," Emma said as she got up and pulled Hermione into a congratulatory hug followed by giving one to Harry.

Emma noticed how fit Harry was and was surprised. He was all lean muscle.

Dan gave Hermione a hug and then while shaking Harry's hand he asked, "Do I need to ask what your intentions are towards my daughter?"

"Daddy," Hermione replied with embarrassment. "We spend most of the year at a boarding school. If we wanted to try anything we would have done it already."

"She has a point dear," Emma added.

Harry drew four small rectangles out of his pocket the size of small matchbooks. He handed the pink one to Hermione, the red one to Emma, the blue one to Dan, and kept the green one to himself.

"What are these, Harry?" Hermione asked as she examined the object.

"Shrunken bags," Harry explained. "Enlarge them by saying enlarge while holding them."

Even as he spoke Harry's bag enlarged. He carried it over to the dining room table and opened it up as the other three followed his example. Harry pulled the sleek and sexy laptop out of its carrying case and lifted the lid before hitting the power button.

"These are computers," Dan said with amazed realization.

Harry nodded and the Grangers came around to his laptop to watch him log into the operating system. The laptops were a powerful version that would be introduced in the mid 2010's with some later enhancements from the 2040's mostly in power systems and wireless communications. The technology of the mid to late 1990's by comparison was large CRT monitors and ancient slow processors. Laptops simply didn't exist. Or they hadn't before Harry had come along.

"These are about to hit the market. Well slower versions will," Harry explained. "My company is making them along with the operating systems. Using these you will be able to stay in touch with Hermione anywhere in the world. My satellites will relay your communications."

"My first question is how are these working around our magic?" Hermione asked.

"A nano-polymer film made out of exotic particles which essentially deflect our ambient magic. The excess magic is absorbed into these collector pads here," Harry explained while indicating black pads on the bottom of his laptop. "That energy is then converted into something useful to power the laptops."

The exotic particles Harry spoke of hadn't been discovered yet by science. Kuranthion particles could only absorb low levels of magic and act as a transducer to produce electrical energy. A byproduct of the electricity produced from Kuranthion conversion was a zoo of other particles being created.

"So we can take these to Hogwarts?" Hermione asked excitedly.

"Yes," Harry assured. "As long as nobody directs any magic at the computers they will be fine. Weak magic they can take but any moderately powerful spells are not of the good. The electronics will shut down swiftly in the event of a breach in the protections but some of the more sensitive components might need replacement. Everything is solid state, meaning there are no moving parts."

This earned a happy squeal from Hermione and saw her boyfriend earning a kiss despite her parents' presence.

"What is your company called?" Dan asked, intrigued by the futuristic looking computer.

"Potter Tech," Harry answered. "Now what are your other questions?"

"Did you design these yourself?" Hermione asked.

"Yes," Harry admitted. He didn't feel ashamed of that response because even if he had learned the skills from other engineers in the future that didn't mean he hadn't been the one to design the system the Grangers were all looking at and admiring. "This model will be called the Phoenix-01."

"How much are shares in this company?" Dan asked curiously.

"I have no immediate plans to take it public I'm afraid. And even if I did the estimated value per share will be five million pounds sterling," Harry explained.

The Grangers eyes bugged out at that figure. The truth was Harry had been a billionaire before he had come back in time. Working as a dark wizard hunter and then crossing over into the non-magical side of catching terrorists had been very lucrative. Living so long also helped quite a bit. He brought all of that wealth back with him in the form of precious goods that he couldn't flood the market with all at once. Harry had immediately reinvested in markets he knew from history would do well. He would also be the one to start the dot com movement and knew when to diversify before the bust.

"How do you know how to do all of this?" Hermione asked. "The Harry Potter I went to school with all these years didn't seem like he would know anything like this, no offense."

"None taken. The hat wanted to put me in Slytherin. Appearing to be a Gryffindor at heart allowed me to hide my true nature. While everyone saw their dumb Gryffindor hero I was studying and planning," Harry explained.

"I helped you with assignments," Hermione pointed out.

"That was mostly to blend in with Ron. And it made you feel better to help out," Harry replied.

Hermione appeared chagrined as she realized her boyfriend was probably just as smart if not smarter than her and that she had been the fool for believing less of him.

"Can you show us how to use some of these features, Harry?" Emma requested, trying not to treat the young man any differently now that she knew he was worth many millions of dollars.

"Yes, Emma. Let's start off with the messenger program that is built into the operating system. That is how you can keep in touch with Hermione. Then I can show you some websites on the internet I'm launching which you might find useful," Harry proposed.

The websites in question were Harry's versions of the most successful websites and programs from his history including Google, EBay, Amazon, Netflix, Facebook, and Wikipedia and so on. Wikipedia wasn't a big money maker but Harry still loved it.

Harry wanted to be well positioned when the 2147 class wars took place. As a wizard Harry had managed to come out better than most but those wars had been nasty for all involved. The large corporations had long since given up the pretense of running the government through lobbyists and had instead openly governed society to the detriment of the common man. Finally the suppressed poor had rebelled and overwhelmed the fabulously wealthy with sheer numbers and a little nudge from a certain green eyed wizard. To save themselves the governing corporations had finally released quite a few technologies they had been keeping hidden lest they lose control including organically grown smart houses that were essentially free to mass grow, cheap healthy foods including stem cell grown meats, and marvels of healthcare that wiped out pretty much all diseases. There were many other beneficial technologies also released at that point in time.

The corporate leaders gave up control in exchange for not being slaughtered. Mankind got off Earth too and started making other planets in the solar system habitable. But the cost of the class wars had been high and humanity's population had suffered. After that the government provided the necessities to the people and the economy ran for vices. Anything and everything was legal that didn't infringe on the rights of others.

Harry showed the Grangers how to use their new computers for most of the rest of the day and they quickly grew to love the technology. They would love the technology even more when other users began coming online shortly using Potter Tech produced products. He stayed for dinner and spent the evening getting to know his girlfriend's parents all over again. Dan and Emma were less jaded and quite a bit different than when he had known them. Hermione was such a big part of their lives. He wasn't surprised that her death had caused such a change in Dan and Emma.

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Rev 0 Posted 8/3/2014