Harry Potter: Syndicate of Heroes

Seven hours on a plane wasn't the longest flight that Harry had ever had, but it was awfully close. Not to mention that it'd been a while since he'd done a trip like that. Even travelling first class with all of the extra legroom and other benefits had almost had him reconsidering his decision.

An international portkey would have been over in just a few minutes and utilizing one of Tony's jets would also have been quicker. Both, however, would have been like using a sonorus charm to announce his presence. The first telling the wizarding world that he was back in the country; the other attracting every media outlet in the country to see who was in the Stark jet, and there were some wizarding journalists that did have connections in the non-magical world.

No, as uncomfortable and long as the journey was, Harry was sure that he'd entered the country in the best way possible.

As was his habit when flying, the instant that he could step to the side after leaving the tunnel that lead from the plane, he did so. A roll of his shoulders and neck eased the worst of the tension. The fact that he already had his pack and didn't need to collect any baggage was another plus – one less crowd that he could avoid.

There wasn't much that he could do about customs, but he grinned and beared it, knowing that he wouldn't have to put up with waiting in line for a taxi, nor would he have to endure the ride to the city.

As soon as he was done with customs, Harry headed for the bathroom, went into the nearest stall and apparated.

As expected, Platform Nine and Three Quarters was blessedly empty.

With a sigh of relief, Harry hefted his pack a little higher and walked through the entrance, trusting to the notice-me-not wards to keep his unexpected appearance out of a wall away from the muggles.

Almost instantly, he noticed the exact thing that he was looking for: a payphone. Using one phone to read off a number while dialling on another phone felt kind of silly to Harry (after all, the new mobile that Tony had given him was set up to make international calls), but he did it anyway, after all, there was no need to broadcast the number on his Avenger's phone if he didn't have to.

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"Hello, Hermione Granger speaking," Hermione said with not a small amount of breathlessness.

Really, it'd been a miracle that she'd managed to answer the phone before the person on the other end had hung up. She'd first heard it before she'd even unlocked her door and in her rush to get to the phone, she'd ended up having to leave her keys in the lock when they failed to come out easily.

"Oh, Hermione, you are home," her mother's voice stated.

"Hi, Mum," Hermione said, plonking her purse down on the small table in the hallway. "How are you?"

"I'm fine, dear. And yourself?" Jane asked.

"Oh, you know, same as always," Hermione replied.

"Overworked then," Jane stated matter-of-factly.

Hermione chose not to dignify that with an answer, not only because it was the one – well, the main – thing that she and her mother disagreed upon and also because, if Hermione was being brutally honest with herself, it was true.

"Is there something particular that you called for, Mum?" she asked instead.

"Actually, there is," Jane replied. "I called to invite you over for dinner."

Hermione glanced at her watch. It was late and to be truthful, all she wanted was to get off of her feet and soak in the bath, preferably with a glass of wine at hand.

"I don't know, Mum, I'm kind of tired," she hedged.

"All the more reason to," Jane replied. "No cooking or cleaning up for you. Simply pop over, have a nice relaxing dinner with family and then you can head home to bed."

"I don't know," Hermione replied, her bottom lip caught between her teeth in indecision.

"I'm making a roast," Jane cajoled.

Hermione's eyes narrowed. "You're not trying to set me up on a date, are you?"

"Of course not, Honey," Jane laughed, but it was a laugh that didn't convince her daughter.

"You promise there'll be no strange men there, no work colleagues or old family friends that you haven't' seen in ages? It'll just be the three of us?"

"Hermione, I promise that I have no ulterior motives. And that you'll regret it if you don't come," Jane promised.

"We-ll, I do always enjoy your roasts," Hermione said. "Alright, give me half an hour or so to get cleaned up from work and I'll apparate over after that."

"Wonderful, Darling. I'll see you soon, then," Jane said happily.

"Okay, Mum, see you soon," Hermione replied, hanging up the phone.

"And if this is a way to set me up, I'm going to hex you and Dad something frightful," she promised the handset.

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Hermione appeared in her old bedroom after apparating from her apartment. A quick glance was enough to assure her that she was alone – a usual state of affairs when she popped over like this. Cocking her head, she noted that there was nothing to be heard which meant that her parents were both downstairs, most likely in the kitchen.

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