He heard his wife give a gasp of shock from behind.
A moment later, Hermione walked around the corner from the stairs leading up to the main floor of the house and stopped in shock herself.
Looking at his daughter Wendell calmly asked, "Princess? Why is there someone poking what I assume is a wand into my neck?"
Hermione's expression immediately turned into a frown while staring at the auror that had a wand on her father. "Auror?" she growled.
"You confirm that these two individuals are your parents, Miss Granger?" asked the male auror.
"I do," she firmly replied. "The fact they had possession of and used one of the remotes for the garage door confirms it. Magic wouldn't work to open the door that way; it would fry the circuits."
The auror immediately withdrew his wand and said, "Then, my apologies, Mister and Missus Granger."
Wendell turned to look at him and asked, "I take it you're one of these auror-people that are going to be one of our guests for the time being?"
"When on shift; yes, sir," replied the auror.
Wendell stared back for a few moments before he gave a short sharp nod and said, "Then I'm glad to see you're on the ball and don't accept things without checking."
As Wendell stepped further into the hallway Monica, looking a little shaken, stepped in behind.
Hermione's expression instantly turned to one of relief before then turning to one of delight. She then quickened her steps forward and, as she hurried, said, "Hi, Mum, Daddy!" And hugged both.
"Well, that was a little shocking," said Monica, as she started to settle down again.
"Sorry," she apologised to both of them. "I really should have shown them photos of the two of you."
"We saw them, Miss Granger," said the auror. "Polyjuice and glamours."
"Oh!" said Hermione, realising. "Of course."
"How many of these quite lethal looking young men do we currently have here?" asked Wendell.
"Two, at the moment," replied the auror. "There's currently myself and a female partner. We stand four to five hour shifts and rotate with a larger team."
"Oh?" asked Hermione. "What happened to the other two?"
"They're currently back at the DMLE, but are on call."
"Harry's going to be disappointed, he's―" she began before she realised something important. "Oh! I forgot! Harry's decided to cook for us, tonight. That is, he and Dobby have cooked for us, tonight.
"And you haven't had a chance to meet him, yet. I think they're both still in the kitchen."
Taking them by the hands she led them back to the stairs and up to the dinette and kitchen. The young auror quietly followed along.
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Harry had been keeping an eye on the time and, when Hermione called out her parents were home, he turned to Dobby and said, "Show time in about ten minutes, I think."
"Yes, Master Harry," said Dobby, moving to quickly set the dining table for eight: Mister and Missus Granger, Hermione, Harry and four aurors. Unlike the dinette table, which had seating for six, the formal dining table had places for eight. And that's where Dobby was setting up.
Harry was pulling the warming plates out of the oven and set them on the bench, which Dobby then moved to the table as he was putting the table settings in place. Dobby also already knew where the cutlery was stored in the top drawer under the bench at the open end and quickly had those set. Next went napkins folded into little triangular 'hats', followed by the glasses.
While Dobby was setting Harry was finishing up moving food from pots and pans to serving dishes, being careful not to allow any splashing. And used things like a sprig of parsley to garnish the centre top of the dish.
When Wendell and Monica walked into the dinette it was to see Dobby pop away with two of the dishes as Harry was checking on a dessert dish in the oven. Both were stunned.
"What, on Earth, is this?" asked Monica.
Harry whipped about, while still holding an insulated oven mitt in one hand a large spoon in the other.
It took him only a moment to spot the familial resemblance between Hermione and her parents. "Hi!" he grinned. "Sorry. Been a tad busy."
He placed the spoon and mitt on the bench, wiped his hands on an apron he found hooked on the inside of the pantry door and was wearing, and came forward to shake their hands.
"I'm Harry," he said with a big grin. "Harry Potter."
"Errr... Monica," said Monica, seeing the teen boy before her wearing her flower print apron she wore when she wanted to do something quick in the kitchen and was wearing nice clothes. She indicated Wendell and said, "This is my husband, Wendell. We're Hermione's parents."
"Figured as much," he grinned. "Nice to meet you both. Dinner's being served right now, if you're hungry. If not, I guess we can place warming and stasis charms over it all and eat a little later."
Knowing her friend was speaking a little quickly because he was nervous, Hermione started to giggle. "Harry, I didn't know you suited a flower print. It looks quite fetching on you."
He blinked once to her in confusion before his eyes suddenly widened and he looked down. he quickly untied it and tossed it onto the bench while blushing. "Sorry. Sorry."
That had both adult Grangers also chuckling. "Don't worry about it... Harry," said Monica. "That's what it was there for."
"Did you say dinner's ready?" asked Wendell.
"Yes!" Harry immediately brightened. "Hermione told me when you said you'd be home. And I figured you'd rather not eat take-out if you could help it. And I'm a pretty good cook. So, I figured I'd show my appreciation by cooking you dinner!
"Well, I had to let Dobby help, too. Hermione made me. So, I was able to chef it up a bit more than I normally would. But, anyway, thank you for inviting me to stay, I really appreciate it."
"Errr... you're welcome," said a stunned Wendell.
"Oh! Where are my manners!" Hermione suddenly exclaimed. "Mum and Daddy; this is Lord Harrison... Harry... James Potter of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter. Harry; these are my parents, Doctors Wendell and Monica Granger."
"Wendell and Monica," Wendell smoothly cut in.
"Harry," Harry immediately replied.
"Lord?" Monica asked.
"Errr... yeah," Harry blushed. "It's a magical thing. But, anyway, shall we go and eat? Dobby would have everything in place by now."
Wendell immediately spun to look at the dinette table, only to see it quite bare.
"In the formal dining room," said Hermione, starting to lead the way. "There was supposed to be eight of us here."
"There's not?" asked Harry. "Who's missing?"
"Apparently only two of the aurors are here, at the moment. The other two went back to the DMLE," she replied over her shoulder.
"Oh, sorry," said Harry. "Then I've cooked too much."
Before Monica could tell him not to worry about it, they'd walked into the dining room. And the presentation looked stunning.
All three Grangers came to a sudden stop.
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