Just a warning I am Dyslexic so my stories will not be perfect but I now have one Beta reader to help me along the way :D

Thank you so much to Roshelle Diall for offering to work with me :D

Hello my sweeties,

This isn't my normal fandom,

I haven't been writing Fanfic for long, well not since I was younger.

I grew up on Harry Potter it was one of the first books I read of its kind,

since then I have grown to love books and many types of reading including manga.

Which is where my writing Fanfiction began with a manga called Skip Beat.

I also have a few Novels in the works of my own creation, but I've decided to

get this story I have been working on in my head for a long time.

Enjoy.

Neh xxx

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The room was silent even though three people were present. Maybe if two of them had not been in an enchanted sleep there would have been laughter on this day. Maybe if four years ago those same two people hadn't had their memories wiped clean, the third person in the room wouldn't have cried herself to sleep, leaning on her mother's bed as she had. But there was no laughter. Their forms lay silently in the beds, their memories wiped clean of the daughter that sat between them.

Hermione Granger lay sleeping with her head on the edge of her mothers bed while her thin, slender body sat in the hard, plastic chair. The purple parchment clasped in her hand as she slept: waiting, hoping and dreaming of the day her parents would regain their memories of her. The memories of her childhood, her name, and their love for her. Even in her sleeping state these were her only wishes. The door opened silently and the young man in the door frame sighed. Walking over to the sleeping figure, he gently placed his hand on Hermione's shoulder and shook her gently,

"Mione...Mione. It's time to wake up." she groaned slightly and a small grin tugged at Harry Potter's lips as he watched his best friend come around from her drowsy state.

"What?...Harry what time is it?" she asked quietly as Harry chuckled,

"Its 9:30 Mione, please don't tell me you slept here again." She rubbed her palms into her eyes as if trying to fight the need for sleep. It was true she had slept here again. Saying that, she wasn't even sure if she would be sleeping here from now on. Her eyes darted to the wall opposite her parents beds, confirming to herself the stack of boxes that rested there.

"Mione.." Harry started as his eyes followed hers. The door opened once more allowing access for Harry's wife Ginevra Weasley to enter, carrying a tray of drinks while three more trays of food followed in her wake.

"Hermione!" Ginny called, levitating all the trays onto the bed tables as she ran and embraced her friend.

"Harry said you would be here. We tried to call your flat, but no one was home." Hermione smiled as she hugged her friend back.

"I'm sorry Ginny, I got so caught up last night I completely forgot. I only popped home this morning to change and..." her words faded away as Harry looked back at the boxes stacked against the wall.

"Mione what are the boxes for?" he asked slowly. As Ginny followed her lover's eyes, she let out a small gasp. Hermione swallowed hard as she tried to control her thoughts and emotions.

"Me and Ron are no longer together. We had a long talk last night and we decided that it was best for both of us if we broke it off." she would let Ron tell them he had met the love of his life. After serious thought he had confessed to her and of course, she had let him go. She loved Ron dearly, but at the back of her mind maybe she had always known it was more of a strong love for a friend rather than a lover. She loved Harry and when she finally thought about it she loved them both in the same way. That wasn't real love. It was simply that at the time she and Ron had needed that extra support. During the war and for the three years after that they had loved and supported each other as much as Ginny and Harry had.

The difference was that as Harry and Ginny's love had grown, hers and Ron's had only ever been constant, not growing in strength or passion. It was just there, their friendship, as it always had been. She watched their reactions and she could see the pity in their eyes. There was no shock, only sadness and pity. She didn't want to see the pity there. She didn't pity herself for the loss of her boyfriend. In truth she felt glad it had ended on such easy terms so they would be able to continue their friendship unencumbered by the fake façade they had been carrying out for the last year.

"It's ok you guys, its not like no one had seen this coming." she added turning back to look between her mother and father. Maybe it was her fault. After the war, after Voldemort had been defeated, after the heartbreaking clean-up and funerals she had found her parents. Since that time she had been working on her personal promise. She had found them and now she would find a way to reverse the wrong she had done. She had only ever thought of their protection when she had wiped their minds. Maybe, in the back of her head, she had never truly thought she would come out of the war alive. This way they would have been able to live happily, never knowing the heartbreak of their daughter's death. But she survived and for the last three years she had been working nonstop to return their memories to them.

She had spent so much time, money and energy into her work that maybe she was the reason their relationship hadn't advanced but Ron had always supported her. He still supported her as a matter of fact, just as a friend and not a lover. This was for the best, she decided as she picked up the purple parchment laying on her mother's bed. She knew Ginny and Harry would be having one of their silent conversations with their eyes, something she didn't want to see so she trailed her eyes on the neat black script before her. Re-reading the letter she must have read at least 7 times since it had appeared this morning on her return to her lab.

"Another one, Mione?" Harry asked as he and Ginny approached her and the beds where her sleeping parents lay. She nodded as she handed the letter back to Harry, he began to read the letter out loud. It was a custom they had built up since the first day the purple parchment had begun appearing. Her anonymous benefactor known only as Quills had helped her so much in the last three years. With the Wizarding World now in chaos, the Ministry of Magic pretty much destroyed and the drop in wizarding numbers, they still wanted to reward the dubbed 'Golden Trio' of herself, Harry and Ron.

They had all refused the money offered, and instead told them to use the money to help build a better life for those affected by the war. To help rebuild the wizarding community that so needed the support, it had been a turning point for more than just themselves. As others took up the initiative, some gave and were freely named such as the Bones family, the Lovegoods and then there were others who preferred to be left unnamed. The anonymous benefactors who paid galleons into the community, not seeking approval or maybe preferring to be left unknown for their own reasons. Quills was one of these benefactors.

He had started communications with Hermione about 3 months after the discovery of her parents. She was struggling at that time, keeping them in their old house, struggling to make ends meet. Refusing too much money from Harry she had exhausted her own funds in finding her parents and bringing them home. She had found the first letter one morning on her kitchen counter. The purple parchment bright against the white surface with the seal of a simple Quill in blue wax. It had offered her the chance to work in a private lab with professional nurses and accommodation for her parents. It also gave her funding for her research and if she wanted to she could hire assistants. The only request was that she never try to trace the letter's origins.

She had worried, of course about accepting aid from an unknown person. But after Harry, Mr. Weasley and even Percy had told her about all the anonymous gift aid the ministry had received, she had taken the offer and now here she was three years later. Quills, named for the quill seal he always used to seal his letter, had been as good to his word and better. It seemed Hermione would only have to speak of a problem to anyone and a few days later, with or without a new letter, the problem would be resolved or in the process of being resolved. She hated relying so heavily on her unknown benefactor, but without him she would never have made it as far with her research as she had. She was happy that day 2 years ago when she had found that by whatever force, the letters were delivered. She too could leave letters addressed to Quills and they would in turn reach her benefactor.

It wasn't only with money he helped her, but also with ideas towards her research. After so many failed attempts, she would never have considered using a Brag tongue (a malevolent water horse closely related to a kelpie) But the said tongue plus other useful and hard to obtain ingredients were always carefully delivered to her by Quills to use when she required them. Some days, she would sit and wonder how he or she knew what she needed or what it was she was doing. To begin with, she had suspected the nurses of spying, but after working with them for 8 months, she found they too were just as baffled by their employer as she was. Though they too got the quill stamped mark on their monthly paychecks. Yet over time she had became comfortable in the fact that they knew. She would not try and trace them. Since that was all they asked of her, she would never go back on her word.

Dear Hermione,

I'm glad the potion has worked out so well. From testing, it seems we

may be closer to the end result than we thought possible.

Thank you for the invitation to be there when the potion is administered, but I still

do not feel ready for my identity to be known just yet.

I will be crossing my fingers for your success and eagerly await the letter

where you tell me your parents have regained their memories.

I don't think you should ever fear your parents will be disappointed with you,

and they certainly will not hate you for protecting them in this way.

Your parents must truly love you Hermione, never forget that.

I eagerly await your success, yet do not think if we are still

unsuccessful this turn around that I will ever stop my aid for you. You bring me

hope after the dark times of the war and until you have restored your parents to their

rightful minds I will ever be your faithful friend and benefactor.

Quills

P.S. Happy 20th Birthday, Hermione.

Harry folded the purple parchment slowly as Ginny slowly rubbed Hermione's shoulders, in a caring way, smiling.

"You have a good friend there Hermione, I just wish we knew who they were." Ginny said as she hugged her friend again.

"And Happy Birthday, Hermione." Harry repeated the statement just after his wife as he hugged the two most important women in his life. Hermione smiled slightly,

"Thanks, guys." she whispered. Suddenly the door swung open again.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIONE!" George shouted as he and the rest of the Weasleys filled into the room, all wishing her a 'Happy Birthday' as they conjured another table, placing down food and drinks they too had brought. Molly Weasley was upon Hermione in a second as she hugged the girl she counted as a second daughter.

"Oh Hermione dear, Happy Birthday." she said along with the bone crushing hug. Hermione had stood now and hugged back as Percy, George, Bill and Charlie Weasley conjured chairs for everyone. Arthur Weasley replaced Molly, hugging Hermione as Fleur carrying both Victoire and Teddy smiled at her.

"We thought as you would be here all day we would bring the party to you, Mione!" Charlie said as he winked her way. Ginny relieved Fleur of her adoptive son, while Harry and George started shooting streamers and decorations from their wands, decorating the room with large purple and blue banners reading Happy 20th Birthday Hermione. Tears filled her eyes as she thanked them all. These people had never given up on her, had never turned away. Even when she was too busy with her research, Molly had always made sure to send Arthur to drag Hermione away from her lab 3 times a week to make sure she ate properly. George had put her in contact with suppliers for ingredients that she urgently needed, while Percy had, in his spare time, assisted her research and book knowledge along with Bill and Charlie. Fleur was always there for a friendly shoulder to cry on and days out shopping when she felt at her lowest. Even though the group was one member short with Ron being absent, for the first time in a long time as she ate with her chosen extended family, hugging Teddy and Victoire she felt happy.

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A loud *Crack* announced the return of that day's watcher. He looked up from his large mahogany desk to smile at the small house elf before him,

"Welcome back Miss Trowly, how has todays watch been?" he enquired the house elf before him. She bowed, her pink dress and white cardigan marked her as a free elf.

"Sir, my watch went smoothly as always. She found the letter and as always she smiled, though it seems Miss Granger had some upsetting news last evening when she and Mr. Weasley decided they should be just friends." the elf replied, as the man's eyes narrowed.

"How did she take that Trowly?" he asked softly as Trowly lowered her eyes sadly.

"She was very upset, sir. She stayed at her parents bedsides the entire night and cried herself to sleep. This morning I followed her as she packed away all her belongings and left the flat where she and Mr. Weasley were residing. For the time being she has taken them all to her parents room, so I am not sure if she has a place to stay as of yet, sir." the man nodded as he jotted down a quick note for himself.

"Is there any other news?" he asked looking back up at the elf,

"Her friends arrived not long ago, sir and have set up a birthday party for her in her parents room. They said if she would not come to them they would come to her. Though they said it kindly, sir, they all know she has to be there to wait and see if the potion is successful." he nodded as he looked at the large hourglass hanging on his desk. The sand slowly running through as it ticked by the 48 hours in which the potion Hermione and he had worked so hard on would take to rebuild her parents memories. There was only one quarter of the sand remaining and they would know by tonight, tomorrow at the latest if the potion was successful. If it was, Hermione would go down in history with her Memory Regrowth potion. He only hoped it was successful. She deserved some happiness on her birthday.

"Did you manage to leave the parcel I gave you?" Trowly nodded eagerly, her eyes shining.

"Yes sir! Trowly left it on the table after Miss Granger's friends set them up. Trowly also left her the presents from the other watchers, sir." He smiled at the elf before him.

"You all got Hermione presents too?" he asked with a pleasant smile. She nodded,

"Oh yes sir, we all decided to buy her a little trinket on our days off. Young sir pays us too well so we thought we could use some of the money to cheer up Miss Granger, sir, as she deserves a Happy Birthday after she works so hard." He smiled, his personal team of watchers he had slowly built up over the 4 years after the battle. All were free elves that he paid for their services. Their specific job, if they chose to accept it, was to watch over Hermione Granger and make sure her life was made as comfortable as possible during this difficult time. He bowed his head to Trowly,

"Thank you Trowly. I'm sure Hermione will appreciate the thought,. did you all label them correctly?" she nodded solemnly and pulled the small stamp out of nowhere. The stamp read 'S.P.E.W free elf'

He nodded again as the seal disappeared.

"Enjoy your two days off Trowly I will see you again Monday." Trowly smiled and bowed *Crack* the elf was gone. He smiled as he leant down back over the scribbled notes before him from the elf's report.

"OK, now lets find you somewhere to live Hermione."

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I wonder how this will read for my first

Harry Potter Fanfic.

there is a lot more to this story,

but i would first like to ask if you think it will be something

you are interested in reading?

Thank you for reading :)

Neh xxx

Comments and reviews please, I will happily reply to PM's and questions.

Roshelle's space.

I'm not too familiar with this fandom but it looks like it's an interesting one!

Neh:

My wonderful Beta reader who will follow me to a new Fandom, even when she doesn't know the stories :) a true friend :)