John Granger let out a sigh, rubbing his forehead. "You're both just children… and yet everything in this world keeps dragging you into danger."
Mrs. Granger looked at Harry — the boy she had come to see almost like a second child. He was Hermione's first real friend, and more than that, he was kind, loyal, and deeply protective of her.
She and John had already discussed it in private — if the future brought Harry and Hermione closer, they'd welcome him as a son-in-law without hesitation. He was brave, yes, but also broken in quiet ways that only someone like Hermione could truly understand.
Now, watching the two of them stand together so resolutely, her heart ached with worry… and a reluctant pride.
She took a deep breath and looked at Nova. "Let's discuss the rest later. For now, can you continue explaining the contract?"
Nova smiled and inclined his head slightly. "As I was saying — they'll both receive protection from any danger that might befall them. That's the first term."
Seeing both teens give small nods, he continued, "The second benefit will be knowledge… and training. You've already seen what I'm capable of — the way I handled those werewolves, yes?"
Hermione couldn't hide the faint twitch in her brow. She hated the smug, arrogant look plastered across his face — especially considering this was the same guy who had been shamelessly eyeing her mum just hours ago. But despite herself, she grudgingly nodded.
Nova's smirk deepened. "I'll personally train them — so that if another pack of werewolves ever shows up, they won't just survive… they'll wipe them out while half-asleep."
Harry and Hermione looked at Nova with surprise and a flicker of hope. The truth was painfully simple — they were very weak and vulnerable. If they had Nova's level of strength, they wouldn't be sitting at a table discussing assassins, contracts, and war.
The Grangers exchanged uneasy glances. Proper training and magical knowledge could protect their daughter — and the boy they had come to care for like their own. But another part of them, the protective part, feared Nova's intentions. Was he grooming them to become weapons in some larger conflict?
Nova, watching their expressions carefully, gave a faint, reassuring smile. "Yes, I'll train them. But not to throw them into a battlefield. I have no intention of using them like that. In fact… if everything goes according to plan, there won't be a war at all."
Mrs. Granger's brows drew together as she studied Nova's expression, searching for any trace of deceit. He looked confident — too confident, perhaps — but there was no malice in his tone. Just calm certainty, like he knew more than anyone else in the room.
John leaned back, arms folded. "So that's the second term, then? Training?"
Nova gave a small nod. "Exactly. Real training. No insult to Hogwarts — it's a fine school in many ways — but it doesn't exactly prepare students for real combat. In fact, pureblood families prefer it that way. If Muggleborns started receiving proper training, they'd become a threat to the old guard's power and influence. But let's not get sidetracked."
His eyes gleamed with quiet intensity.
"I'm talking about practical combat, advanced theory, wandless casting, magical disciplines that actually keep you alive — not just pass your exams."
Hermione raised an eyebrow at that but didn't argue. The idea of learning the kind of magic that the old families deliberately withheld — the knowledge they believed she didn't deserve — was more than just tempting. It lit something defiant in her. If they wanted to gatekeep power, then she would break the gates down.
Harry, meanwhile, was already thinking about what kind of training they would get.
His imagination immediately ran wild — dodging curses in slow motion, leaping off rooftops in flowing robes, dueling masked wizards in secret underground arenas, maybe even catching a killing curse mid-air and hurling it back with a smirk. His future self definitely had cooler hair and a long coat that billowed dramatically even when there was no wind.
He shook the image off quickly, cheeks flushing slightly, and forced his thoughts back to reality — but the spark of excitement remained.
Seeing the interested looks from teens and approving looks from parents, Nova continued," Third benefit would be resources. You both will get access to resources, that you can't even imagine. Like the healing serum and that was just a basic item."
Hermione and Harry looked at each and Harry mouthed,' Basic? Then what are high level resources for this guy? Maybe magical nuclear bombs?'
He shook the image off quickly, cheeks flushing slightly, and forced his thoughts back to reality — but the spark of excitement remained.
Seeing the interested looks from the teens and the cautious, yet somewhat approving expressions on the Grangers' faces, Nova continued, "Third benefit would be resources. You both will gain access to things you can't even begin to imagine. Like that healing serum — and that was just a basic item."
Hermione and Harry exchanged a quick glance. Harry raised an eyebrow and silently mouthed, "Basic?" then gave her a look of exaggerated disbelief, "What are the high-level resources for this guy? Magical nuclear bombs?"
Hermione rolled her eyes but couldn't completely hide the curious glint in them.
Nova ignored the teenagers and continued, "You'll receive other benefits as well, but those depend on the fact that you sign the contract."
Harry and Hermione nodded slowly, thoughtful.
John leaned forward slightly. "That's what we'd get. But what about you? What do you want out of this?"
Nova smiled, calm and almost too relaxed. "You can pay me with money — not immediately, but gradually over time. And if Harry or Hermione research something useful, contribute something meaningful, the cost can be reduced appropriately."
He paused a moment to let that sink in before adding, "I won't ask any of you to do anything against your conscience. I won't force you into anything. In the end, whatever I offer — it's up to your will whether you accept it or not."
John and Mrs. Granger exchanged another look, silently weighing everything. It wasn't an outright demand. There were no threats, no hidden malice — at least none they could detect. And Nova's words, carefully chosen as they were, did seem to leave the door open for choice, not obligation.
Hermione, still frowning slightly, spoke up. "So… no strings? No fine print that traps us into doing something awful later?"
Nova looked directly at her, his tone uncharacteristically serious. "No strings. No tricks. I don't need puppets — I need allies. Capable ones."
Harry and Hermione exchanged a glance, then nodded.
"We'll give you our answer tomorrow," Hermione said firmly. "It's already quite late."
Harry added with a small shrug, "And we should think it through properly."
Nova inclined his head, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. "Of course. The contract will be written clearly, with no hidden clauses. Take your time to read and understand it thoroughly."
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Late at night, Nova sat on his seat, the soft glow of his laptop screen casting flickers of light across his focused face. The room was quiet, save for the occasional click of the keys beneath his fingers. He leaned back slightly, eyes scanning the lines of text before him.
A sudden knock broke the silence.
He glanced at the clock, one brow arching. Past midnight. Curious.
With a lazy wave of his hand, the door unlocked and opened with a faint creak.
The person and the sight left him stunned.
Standing there was Mrs Granger, wearing nothing but a tight, see-through black nightie.
The thin fabric barely covered her. Nova narrowed his eyes and thought resolutely, they are D cup, the fabric barely covered her tits, and he could also see the outline of her nipples through the fabric.
His gaze traveled lower, as heat started building up in his body and the room. There were her tall legs, the nightie barely covering her thighs.
Nova was pretty sure that, if this sexy MILF turned around, he could see that sexy, bubble-shaped butt of hers.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He asked, "Are you sure you wanna do it, Mrs Granger?"
Mrs Granger smiled as she shut the door behind her, "John and I are in an open relationship. John even has a mistress out there. So it's pretty chill between us. Also, call me Emma Granger née Watson."
Nova didn't think any further. With a sudden shimmer of energy, he teleported in front of the voluptuous milf, the air crackling briefly in his wake. In one fluid motion, he grabbed her by that perfectly round, firm bubble butt—his hands sinking into the soft flesh—and lifted her effortlessly. Her surprised gasp turned into a sultry laugh as he carried her over, their bodies close, heat radiating between them. They landed on the bed in a tangle of limbs and desire, the mattress creaking under the sudden weight and intensity.
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