Before departing, Harry One had informed the other Harrys and Hermiones that, in an emergency, they could Apparate to Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, where Dobby and Kreacher were usually stationed.
What no one had anticipated, however, was that today, Sirius Black's home wasn't occupied solely by Sirius, Kreacher, and Dobby. There were also two unexpected visitors.
With a series of loud cracks, four Harrys, four Hermiones, three Rons, and one Neville filled the entrance hall of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place to the brim. As they struggled to disentangle themselves from the crowded chaos, a blond, middle-aged man poked half his body out from the other end of the corridor. Then, he saw his four daughters.
"Hermione, is this another one of those things you call magic?" Mr. Granger asked.
All four Hermiones froze at the sound of their father's voice. Trembling, they turned to look at the familiar face at the end of the corridor, tears streaming down their cheeks.
"Dad…" they said in unison, their voices quivering.
Mr. Granger, overwhelmed by his daughters, stood at a loss.
A few minutes later, in the living room, the four excited Hermiones sat with Mr. and Mrs. Granger on the central sofa. Sirius and Neville occupied the sofas on either side, while the four Harrys stood nervously off to one side. The three Rons, ever at ease, had just instructed Dobby to bring food and were now lounging comfortably on another sofa, sipping Butterbeer and chatting idly with Sirius.
When they learned Sirius owned a deluxe set of Wizard's Chess, the three Rons eagerly dragged him off to the game room to play.
"So, you're saying Professor Dumbledore brought you from parallel worlds to help us defeat that dark wizard?" Mr. Granger said, casting a disapproving look at the four Harrys standing in what seemed like a silent detention. He shook his head. "I don't know what kind of relationship my daughter has with you in your worlds, but to recklessly drag someone into a parallel world… Harry Potters, I'm disappointed in you."
"It's not like that, Dad," the four Hermiones said in unison.
"Professor Dumbledore only intended to bring Harry at first. I was the one who insisted on coming along," Hermione Three explained.
Hermiones Four, Five, and Six nodded in agreement.
"But didn't you say your worlds are already at peace?" Mrs. Granger asked, a faint smile playing on her lips as she studied her four parallel-world daughters. "Why would you follow your Harrys here to take such risks?"
Hermione Six's face flushed bright red, while Hermiones Three, Four, and Five hurriedly began explaining their relationships with their respective Harrys to their parallel-world parents.
"Mom, he's not my Harry," Hermione Four said, her cheeks slightly pink as she corrected her mother. "Harry's in love with Ron's sister, Ginny, not me."
"Ron?" Mrs. Granger raised an eyebrow. "The redheaded boy who ran off with Sirius to play Wizard's Chess?"
The four Hermiones nodded.
"And what exactly is Ron to you?" Mr. Granger asked, his face stern.
"Uh… well, he's sort of…" Hermione Three hesitated.
Hermione Four glanced at her counterparts. "…Kind of our romantic interest?"
"But I don't really feel anything for Ron anymore…" Hermione Five said uncertainly.
"An ex-boyfriend we never officially dated," Hermione Six said, crossing her arms with a cold huff. "A coward who abandoned his best friends and girlfriend at a critical moment. Harry's kind enough to forgive him, but I'm not."
"Can you explain exactly what happened?" the Grangers asked, their expressions serious as they looked at their four daughters.
And so, the four Hermiones began recounting the events of their respective worlds. Meanwhile, the four Harrys remained rooted to the spot, trembling with nerves, too afraid to move an inch for fear that Hermione's parents might turn and scold them—though none of the Harrys realized that the Grangers, now confronted with four unexpected daughters, had likely forgotten all about them.
"So, for seven whole years, you faced all sorts of dangers, even erasing our memories of you in your worlds, and yet you stood by Harry Potter's side without complaint?" Mrs. Granger said, letting out a long sigh as she looked at her four daughters. "Honestly, Hermione, you've done so much for him. You clearly value him deeply, and it's obvious he values you just as much. But in seven years, you never once thought to ask Harry out?"
Hermione Five swallowed nervously. "Mom, what do you mean by 'ask Harry out'…?"
"A date, dear! A proper date with your Harry, just the two of you," Mrs. Granger said, exasperated. "Harry's a fine-looking young man. Don't tell me you're not interested in him."
"But Harry's always been into athletic types…" Hermione Four said, her head lowered. "I'm just a bookworm. I'm not pretty, and I'm terrible at sports."
"And I'm stubborn and prideful…" Hermione Three added, her tone just as dejected.
"And I…" Hermione Five began, but before she could finish, the Harrys, unable to stand by any longer, interrupted their self-deprecating spiral.
"No, Hermione, you're the most beautiful, intelligent, brave, fair, and kind witch I've ever met!" one Harry declared, stepping forward.
"Without you, I wouldn't have made it past the Devil's Snare in first year," the second Harry said, joining him.
"And thanks to you, I learned about the Basilisk," the third Harry added.
"During the Triwizard Tournament, you were the only one in the entire school who stood by me. Without you, I'd have been dragon food!" the fourth Harry said.
"And in fifth year…"
"And sixth year—well, forget sixth year. I nearly became a murderer because I didn't listen to you…"
"But when we were on the run, you were the one who…"
The four Harrys spoke over one another, recounting the countless ways Hermione had helped them over the past seven years. The four Hermiones, who had been sitting between the Grangers, were so moved that they threw themselves into the arms of their respective Harrys, embracing them tightly.
The Grangers watched quietly as their parallel-world daughters shared heartfelt hugs with their Harrys.
"Dan, we have to help them see what's in their hearts," Emma whispered to her husband. "I don't want our daughters stepping into the wrong marriage at the best time of their lives."
"For once, I agree with you," Mr. Granger said, nodding slightly as he looked at the four Harrys. "I can tell—they're the ones who are right for each other."
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