In the time between September and Christmas Hermione began to teach Harry about magic. She taught him about potions and she also taught him about quite a few spells and charms, though he was unable to do any actual magic in case he revealed his where about's to the wizarding world.
It hadn't taken Hermione long to see the relationship that was developing between Harry and her mum and dad, she had expected it from her dad but her mum had surprised her.
Dad had begun to walk around the house whistling and occasionally singing until someone asked him to stop torturing their ear drums. He took it all in good humour and it seemed nothing could upset him. Hermione thought it was the influence of having Harry around that had her dad so cheerful.
Three weeks before Christmas Hermione began to notice that the memories from her old life were beginning to fade, it was on the Tuesday of that week she began writing down what she decided were all the important things to know. She finally finished what she had termed her 'memoirs of the future' on the Friday before Christmas, sitting back on her bed with a sigh she began to wonder why the memories of her old life were getting so hard to recall and yet she could remember all the spell and charm work. She could remember all the healing potions and other things about healing, but things like how old she had been when she died, was she retired or was she still working she could not remember.
She was brought from her thoughts and back to reality when Harry popped his head in the bedroom to say lunch was ready. As soon as Harry's face poked around the door Hermione's heart gave a little flutter. She was developing new and real feelings for her best friend, and they had nothing to do with the few memories of her old life that remained, nothing to do with her visit to heaven. She was an eleven year old girl with a crush on him; a crush she knew this time would grow into full blown love.
On that Friday afternoon Hermione managed to talk her mum and dad into taking them to Diagon Alley. As they walked through the Leaky Cauldron Harry was almost besieged by witches and wizards wanting to shake his hand and welcome him back into the world of magic. After fighting off the crowd's Richard took them all into Gringotts, he needed to change some of his pounds into galleons and that was the place to do it.
While Richard and Helen waited in line to exchange their money, Harry wandered over to the new accounts desk; he was intrigued by the creature sitting looking extremely bored.
"Excuse me, how do I go about opening an account?" Harry asked just for something to say.
The strange little creature looked up at Harry for a second before picking up a quill "Name?"
"Harry, Harry James Potter," he answered the squeaky voice while suppressing a chuckle that wanted to burst loose.
"Harry Potter, You already have an account here sir, if you would just wait a moment," said the little creature as he climbed from his chair.
As the small creature returned to his desk with another older and slightly larger looking creature as Hermione joined Harry "What you doing Harry?" she asked.
"I was just passing time but it seems I have an account here," Harry replied sounding just a little surprised.
"That must be your Goblin account keeper then," Hermione said as she nodded toward the small creature that was waiting patiently for Harry's attention.
"Mr Griphook is my name Mr Potter sir," the Goblin said as he bowed slightly.
"I'm Harry, please call me Harry I don't like being called Mr Potter," Harry said holding out his hand to a surprised Mr Griphook.
"Right then er Harry, do you have your key?" Griphook asked holding out his hand.
"To be honest sir, I didn't even know I had an account here," Harry replied looking curiously at the little Goblin in front of him.
"No problem, no problem, just follow me please Harry, and please bring along your consort," Griphook said beginning to walk away. Harry told Mrs Granger where he and Hermione were going before they followed the Goblin into an office.
A tiny sample of Harry's blood was taken from his finger in order to prove his Potter bloodline and then he was given a key to his vault. And informed that who ever had had the original key would now find it no longer fitted the vault lock.
Ten minutes later Harry and Hermione were staring at the large pile of gold and silver in Harry's vault.
"This vault is topped up annually to a value of fifty thousand galleons," Griphook told them as they stared in shock at the money.
"Harry it's a good job that your aunt and uncle don't know about this, or they would probably have robbed you by now," Hermione said when she was able to talk again. She vaguely remembered in her other life Harry had never been short of money but she had had no idea how much he was worth. It was while Harry filled his pockets that she wondered was it for his money that that Weasley girl what ever her name was, had married him in that other life.
"Mr and Mrs Dursley are paid a large allowance annually to look after their nephew and the Potter property," Griphook said as they closed the vault "and they could never even get near to robbing Mr Potter."
"Mr Griphook, when you say they are paid to look after the Potter property, what exactly do you mean?" Hermione asked as they climbed aboard a cart that would take them back up to the main banking hall.
"Why young Mr Potter's house, number four Privet Drive, of course," Griphook answered as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"I don't live with them any more," Harry said as the cart gained speed, it was like a roller coaster he had seen pictures of.
"Harry lives with me, his aunt and uncle were cruel and evil, on the day I went to fetch Harry he had a freshly broken arm and a burst ear drum amongst suffering from malnutrition and other injuries," Hermione stated somewhat annoyed that the Dursleys were being paid yet never spent a penny on Harry.
Griphook looked up at Harry "Well if you no longer live with them I don't see the need to give them the allowance, so if you are agreeable Harry I shall have the allowance stopped and have them removed from your house."
Harry just nodded and looked at Hermione for her opinion, she also nodded her agreement.
"Okay," Harry said slowly while thinking he would love to witness his relatives being thrown onto the street.
Griphook also asked if he could look at some of Harry's memories of his childhood, Harry having no idea why or how the Goblin wanted to see his memories readily agreed, ten minutes later a rather angry Griphook told Harry that Gringotts would be using every method at their disposal to retrieve the monies paid to his uncle as he had obviously fraudulently acquired it and spent the money on his son and not on Harry. Harry was still quite happily picturing his relatives sitting on the pavement out side number four, eating their evening meal off aunt Petunia's best china while complaining at the kids racing past on skateboards, so did not pay much attention to what his vault keeper was saying.
Harry excitedly told Mr and Mrs Granger about his vault and how much money he had as soon as he and Hermione rejoined them. Richard informed Harry that fifty thousand galleons worked out at roughly 250 thousand pounds. For a boy who had never had as much as one single pound in his life 250 thousand pounds sounded like the vast amount of money it was, and was far beyond his imagination to picture.
With all their Christmas shopping done they all had a leisurely meal in the Leaky Cauldron before going home.
That night Hermione was in the bathroom brushing her teeth before going to bed when there was a knock on the door and her mum asked if they could talk. Unlocking the door and then returning to brushing her teeth Hermione wondered what her mother wanted, it was normally something personal if her mother came to talk while she was in the bathroom.
Helen walked into the bathroom and locked the door, "I'll put the shower on so we aren't over heard," she said as she turned the lock.
Hermione smiled and pulled her wand out "No need for that mum," she said giving the wand a quick wave. As soon as she had cast the spell Hermione remembered the law on under age magic, she prayed that her mistake like all her previous magic she had done since starting over had not been registered. She made the decision that she would look into why she had not heard from Mafalda Hopkirk like Harry had done when Dobby the elf had performed magic at number 4 privet drive, it seemed some how odd that she was able to get away with such a thing in both time lines.
Helen Granger sat nervously on the side of the bath tub, as she twisted her hands and rubbed them repeatedly down her skirt, she suddenly blurted out "Hermione love, I'm having a baby, I'm pregnant!"
It took several seconds for the words to make any sense to Hermione, and then everything began to fall into place, her dad walking around smiling and singing, her mum being in the bathroom longer than usual in the mornings, the odd mood swings.
"Oh mum that's wonderful, Oh but I thought you didn't want any children," Hermione said wondering whether to hug her mum in congratulations or whether to say she was sorry.
"It was all down to Harry, he's the reason I'm pregnant," Helen said as she hugged Hermione rather tightly.
"Mum you do know that what you just said sounds absolutely awful, blaming a ten year old for getting you pregnant," Hermione laughed realising her mum was actually happy about being pregnant.
Helen gave Hermione a gentle tap on her arm "Hermione Jane Granger!"
"How did Harry have anything to do with this enormous change in attitude?" Hermione asked.
Helen told Hermione how the day she took Harry to buy his clothes something had happened in the shop and when Helen had seen his back and hugged him, Harry had simply said "I wish you could be my new mum. He woke something up in me that day, something I had forgotten about. He made me remember how happy I was when you were born, how happy both your dad and I were the day we brought you home for the first time. I told your dad that night I wanted another baby."
Hermione hugged her mum again "I'm so glad having Harry here makes us all so happy. Dad has even started to call him son occasionally."
It was a very happy mother and daughter who went to bed that night, to think about the new baby and to wonder would it be a boy or a girl. Hermione whispered the news to Harry as she leaned over him to kiss him goodnight on his cheek before she went over to climb into her own bed and sleep, until Harry would invariably wake up haunted by nightmares of his beatings and climb into bed with her looking for her strength to give him comfort and peace of mind so that he could fall back asleep safely in her arms.