Okay, so I'm trying my hand at writing some Harry Potter fanfiction. Got this idea from a picture I saw on Facebook.
This is dedicated to all my Wandlorians and my best friend, who gave me the courage to publish this!
This is canon up until the summer between Fifth and Sixth year.
It burned. She wasn't sure what curse Dolohov hit her with, in the Department of Mysteries, but the scar burned in a similar way to how Harry described his. One thing was sure though. It was getting dangerous. There was no more pretending that Voldemort wasn't back. Hermione's first thoughts were how to protect Harry, followed by a flash of guilt. What about her parents? How could she protect them? The entire ride home from Scotland, Hermione sat in quiet contemplation, listening to Ron, Harry, Luna, Neville, and Ginny talk about the upcoming summer and what plans the Order might be coming up with.
"Hermione, are you listening to us?" Ron asked, stuffing his mouth with a chocolate frog.
With a flash of barely concealed disgust, Hermione just shook her head. She had more things to worry about than scaring herself silly wondering what the Order was planning. She looked back out the window, feeling Luna's eyes on her. Glancing towards her, Hermione felt like Luna's soulful eyes could read her mind.
Several hours later, when they reached King's Cross, Hermione had figured out what she needed to do. It was going to take some time, and she was going to need a way to get around the Trace, but she needed to protect her parents. Nobody but her was concerned about her muggle parents, or so she figured, so they were her responsibility alone to protect. Wiping their memory and sending them out of England wasn't going to be an easy feat.
Turning to Harry, she asked a huge favor. "Harry, can I borrow Hedwig for a few days? Please?"
"Sure, but what for?"
"I need to send some letters and while Crookshanks is a wonderful and brilliant familiar, he's not exactly able to deliver letters the way an owl can."
Petting Hedwig through her cage, Harry handed the snow-white owl to Hermione. "Take good care of her. You've got food for her, right?"
"I'll go to Diagon Alley and get some before we go home. I'll even send it home with her when I send her home."
Seeing her parents waiting for her, she waved goodbye to everyone, and headed over to her mum and dad.
"Mum! Dad!" Hermione cried when she got to them, giving them a hug. I wonder how many hugs I have left with them. Feeling her parents hugging her, tears pricked at her eyes. Ever observant, her mum noticed.
"Hermione, love, what's wrong?" Jane asked her.
"Nothing, mum. I just missed you guys." Hermione replied.
Giving her daughter a look, Jane let the questions drop. After agreeing to go to Diagon Alley for some food for Hedwig and other things Hermione wanted over the summer holidays, the three left King's Cross Station.
Professor Dumbledore,
I wouldn't be asking this if I knew my parents would be safe, but let's be honest here, as the muggleborn best friend to Harry Potter, we both know my parents will be targeted in the upcoming war. I won't let them become victims of a war they have no part in. So, I'm writing to you, asking for your help. My parents can't stay in England, we both know they will be tracked down and killed by Death Eaters. However, they won't leave me here knowing I might die in this war. My only option is to Obliviate them and send them out of the country. You see my dilemma. I can't use magic outside of Hogwarts, otherwise I risk losing my wand and expulsion. Please help me. Please do not let my parents become victims to a war that they don't have any part of.
HG
Miss Granger,
I would be delighted to help.
It took weeks, far longer than Hermione was happy with, to secretly set up for her parents to go to Australia. She stayed on a constant frantic edge. Her mum noticed, and often questioned her, despite Hermione giving her the same answer every time. They're going to hate me.
On the night that Dumbledore was supposed to help her Obliviate her parents, Hermione was nothing but nerves and heartache. Hearing the distinct pop of air displacement caused from Apparition, Hermione looked out of her window. Seeing the old wizard looking at her from her parent's garden, Hermione left her room. Holding back the tears, she crept downstairs and opened the back door quietly.
"Thank you so much, Professor. I don't know how I would have managed without your help." Hermione whispered.
Nodding, Dumbledore replied, "It is no problem, Miss Granger. We do what we must to protect those we love the most."
Walking through the dining room, they saw her parents, with their backs to the witch and wizard, watching television. Passing his wand to Hermione, he gave her a serene smile, hoping it gave her the courage and strength to do what was needed.
Walking silently up behind her parents, Hermione raised the wand, and with tears rolling down her cheeks, whispered "Obliviate".
Okay y'all, how's that for the first chapter? Did you like it? Is it worth continuing? Please review, constructive criticism is appreciated just as much as love.
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