The walk to Hermione's Parents home was short except for a pair of young Girls coming the other way. Harry and Hermione were hand in hand walking and paid little notice to the two girls, until one sneered like Draco Malfoy and spoke. "Well if it isn't the beaver bookworm and look with a four eyed freak!" The Second Girl called out. "What do you expect; she couldn't handle a real man!" Hermione's Hair was standing on end, when two boys jumped out of the bushes and grabbed her. That was the last draw, Harry jumped into action. Both boys were laid out cold before they even had a chance to say a word. Then He turned to the girls. Who suddenly couldn't say a word. "Ladies, if you must know, Hermione is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. She has a heart of gold. Would help any who needed it. It seems you two are nothing but simpering bullies that can't possibly have any of your own abilities or beauty for it comes from with in. All I see with you and your friends is worthless scum. If you are very smart you'll leave now!"
At that moment a police car pulled up. Two officers got out of the car and started questioning Harry. Hermione fell back and obliviated all six of them Harry then got them to stand by the police car and put their hands on it. There pockets were full of drugs now spread on the hood of the car. Harry and Hermione walked away as Harry reset the scene, and continued their walk to Hermione's parents house.
They entered the house sat down and laughed. When they finally settled down Hermione began. "I've wanted to do some thing like that for years. Those four made my life here a living hell. Jonas father is a judge This will cause them so much trouble."
They sat talked and made plans while they awaited the arrival of the Grangers.
They heard the garage door open and Harry became extremely nervous, he could face down evil wizards, dragons and basilisks, but his new father in law just the idea scared the shit out of him.
The Drs. Granger entered the room laughing about something, and John had a bandage on right hand. "I never though a five year old could bite this Har…" Was spoken as they noticed the two preteens sitting on the sofa.
"Hermione, what are you doing here? Your supposed to be at school." Her mother asked with more than a touch of worry in her voice.
Hermione looked at her mother with eyes her mother had never seen on her daughter before. "Mum, we have news and I'm happy about it, but it will take a lot of explanation."
She then took a deep breath. "This is Harry Potter, we are now in the eighth year of a very magical relationship, I know I only met him about two months ago. So this is going to sound weird it does even to me." They handed the letters from the ministry to her parents, and sat back and waited.
Needless to say Hermione's Parents were stunned, the emotions running over there faces were anger, disbelief, and more that Harry couldn't make out or begin to understand. When the shock finally wore off, Hermione's mother asked the most ridiculous question. "Are you pregnant?"
Hermione's rant out did her normal self, but it all came down to "No I'm still a virgin!"
That let off a bit of the steam in her parents.
Harry chimed in at last not letting her parents hurt her more, he wished he'd thought of another way. "Mr. and Mrs. Granger, we traveled back in time, I saw Hermione killed six and a half years from now. We returned to stop a war. The bond we share is irreversible. Let us show you some memories of the future." He then sat back and one name left his lips. "Kreacher!"
Seconds later the old elf Popped into the room. "Harry what can Kreacher be doing for you?" Harry smiled at his little friend. "Kreacher could you please bring me a pensive then put up an elf ward to mask all magic in this house." Kreacher bowed and popped away.
Mrs. Granger looked at the spot Kreacher Stood. "What was that?" Harry just Smiled and looked in Mrs. Grangers eyes.
"That was Kreacher, Mine and Hermiones house elf. He is part of the family. He is about to be instructed to stay here to protect you, while we are at school. There is so much we need to tell you, but this will be easier. We are going to show you parts of our previous life." At that moment Kreacher popped back in the room.
"Harry, me brought the pensive, me be's fixing dinner now." Harry smiled at his little friend. "Thank you so much Kreacher."
Harry then explained the pensive to the Granger's, and pulled out the first memory.
They spent the next two hours going through the highlights of Harry and Hermione's previous life. Needless to say the Grangers were a bit overwhelmed.
Harry then suggested they sit down to dinner. They all agreed and the grangers insisted on a stiff drink before hand.
The talk at the table was light until there was a knock on the door. Harry got up and said what ever you do don't talk about what we told you." Then he went to answer the door.
Minerva McGonagall was not a happy witch. "Mr. Potter, what do you think you're doing?"
Harry smiled that disarming smile. "Professor, We had to inform Mione's Parents, and we wanted Privacy to do so, you understand."
She looked at Harry with her lips almost nonexistent. "Well I do hope they understand."
Harry smiled, "We've reached an understanding. I was going to ask if it would be alright if we stayed here through Sunday night, so I could get to know my in-laws."
The Professor wasn't Happy but she understood it. "I'll be here Sunday evening to pick you up. Be ready by six, is that understood."
Harry was smiling, "Yes professor, and thank you. Would you like to come in for a few minutes?"
The professor agrees and walks into the dinning room just in time for desert. As luck would have it Kreacher had already served.
Talk was light though the Professor did explain the bond the kids shared and would stop any inappropriate behavior until their bodies and minds were ready and that they needed close contact for some time to stabilize the bond. They bid the professor good night and called Kreacher.
Harry spoke to him kindly. "Kreacher, I want you to stay with the Grangers unless we call for you. Things are changing rapidly and they may be in danger. If anything happens get them out. Do we have a place of safety for them?"
Kreacher thought about it for a moment. "There is Rowan Hall the family seat of the Potters."
Harry thought about it a moment. "I've never heard of it, could you take us there for the weekend?"