Ginny's POV

"You sure this is the right place?"

"Yes Ronald. I'm pretty sure I would know where my own parents lived."

We were all standing outside a cheerful red-and-white Georgian colonial house. The garden was filled with flowers and there was a small pond in the centre, the surface glittering in the afternoon sunlight.

We stood there for a while until the door was opened by a brown haired woman who looked to be in her late thirties. She had the same brown eyes as Mione and the same skin tone. Her bushy hair was pulled up in a messy bun and she wore a dazzling smile on her face.

"Hello dearies," she said. "How can I help you? Are you lost?"

"No, we umm.." Hermione began."Mu.. uhh." She stopped and looked down at the ground. Ron put a hand on her shoulder and Harry smiled uncertainly at the woman. It was obvious that this wasn't easy for Hermione. She couldn't even form a complete sentence.

I decided to say something before the woman got freaked out.

"What my friend here is trying to say is that could we please come in? We really need to talk to you and your husband." I smiled.

"Uhh sure," she replied, eyeing all of us in turn. "Come in. I'll call my husband."

We were ushered into a cosy living room with blue carpeting, beige walls and a coffee table. Monica motioned for us to sit before going up a staircase and then returning a minute later with her husband behind her.

Hermione's dad was tall man with a kind smile and salt and pepper hair. His eyes widened slightly as they landed on the group of teenagers seated in his living room.

"You aren't some sort of secret agents, are you?" He laughed and I noticed the wrinkles around his eyes. Hermione must have noticed them too because I heard her inhale sharply. Her dad was obviously looking older than he did when she last saw him.

Harry shook his head. "We're not secret agents, sir," he said and Wendall smiled before sinking into an armchair while his wife sat on it's arm. I noticed how his arm snaked around her waist and smiled.

"That's good to know," he said at last. "So who are...." But then his eyes fell on Hermione and they seemed to pop out of their sockets. His mouth fell open as he pointed his finger at her.

"Hermione?"

There was complete and utter silence in the room as her father stared at her, his lips parted and his face white as a sheet. Hermione had gone pale too, the colour draining from her face in seconds.

"Y..yes," she stuttered."I am. I know it seems silly but.. do you know me from anywhere?" I had to admit; she was very calm about the whole thing. If it were me in her place, I wouldn't have been able to form a coherent sentence.

Wendell turned to his wife then and said, "Monica, I told you she was real. I told you. She is related to us. And her name...' His words were coming out rushed and his voice was full of budding hope. His wife's expression was solemn as she spoke.

"Wendell, the psychologist said__"

"Monica I'm not crazy, "okay? I do not need psychological help!"

"But..." I could see this wasn't going to lead us anywhere so I decided to say something.

"Look, umm this will be a whole lot easier if we tell them we're wizards and then about the war. Maybe that'll refresh their memory," I whispered and Hermione nodded.

"Mu... I mean Monica, it's true. D_Your husband's right. I am related to you." Hermione said slowly, her words echoing around the room. Her mother turned to look at her with her mouth pressed in a thin line.

"But we don't have a daughter." I could see Hermione's resolve faltering. Her eyes were brimming with tears at her mother's words.

"Look, I am a witch and..."

"What?" Monica exclaimed. "Honey, you're not a witch. You're a very pretty girl, not an ugly witch!"

"I don't mean that witch but..."

At this point Hermione's dad stepped in, "And you can do magic. With a wand. You go to a school called Hogwarts right?"

"Yes!" Hermione grinned, her face lighting up. "Do you remember anything else?"

"Look, either I'm going crazy or you just said you had a wand!" Monica said. The smile on Hermione's face melted and she looked as miserable as ever. Her own mother didn't recognise her.

"I do have a wand and I can do magic. I'll show you." she said slowly, taking her wand out. "What happened there? she. added, pointing to a pile of glass shards.

"It was a flower vase but I accidentally broke it."

"Okay, watch," she told her. "This should convince you." She pointed her wand at the glass shards and muttered, "Repero " and obviously the vase mended itself.

Monica's eyes shot up in shock and her mouth dropped open. "H... how did you.."

"I told you, I'm a witch," she answered with a small smile, looking back at her mother.

But Monica had gone pale now, her eyes moving fro Hermione and the now mended vase in utter shock. Wendell looked at her with a worried expression her face and as she started breathing hard, he turned to us.

"Could you give us a minute please? he asked.

"Sure," I said. They left the living room and we were left alone.

"Okay, what now?" Harry asked.

"I think we should use that charm now." I said.

"Yeah, but how? I mean my dad might get the memories back if I just talk to him a bit. But we'll have to use the charm on mum. But it could go wrong and she might never know who I am or who she is for that matter because she could even lose the memories she has now if the charm goes wrong," she said in a rush, her words tumbling over each other.

"Mione, relax okay? Ron said. "We'll get your parents back." She leaned into him slightly as he started rubbing her back gently.

"Yeah i'd like that."she said after a few seconds and Ron smiled down at her.

We sat in silence for a while, just looking around the room. the walls were covered in pictured of Hermione's parents. It was obvious they had been living very happily here. After about ten minutes, Wendell came back and sat down.

"Do you people know what the word, Obliviate means?" he asked suddenly. "Because my wife and I talked and she thinks there is something strange going on with us. She just has this word stuck in her head. But I know that word," he paused as if gathering his thoughts. " I heard it. A long time ago. I'm not sure who said it but I think the person was holding a wand just like you. But Monica wont believe me. I just... when i saw you, Hermione, that word just kind of came back."

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A/N

So sorry for the late update!! The chapter had to be this short for a special reason.

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