Hey guys, I have some admissions for you. First of all when I started writing my Hidden series all those years ago I intended it to be a trilogy; however new stories were added. The first part of the trilogy was meant to be Hidden Tendencies and the second part is Hidden Promises. I don't know if you care about this; but I just wanted to let you know my way of thinking on this series.

My second admission is that Hidden Promises was meant to be a long main story; but instead I have decided to break it up into at least five stories. I hope you understand.

Thirdly I have decided to make some amendments to the titles of the stories on these series to help differentiate the different parts of our story. Much love, RSD xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo.


After Professor Dumbledore's funeral a lot of things seemed uncertain; I didn't know what was going to become of Hogwarts or even the wizarding world. Professor Snape's betrayal had hit us all very hard; and we all didn't know how to make of it. He acted like Professor Dumbledore's most loyal companion; but like Ron and Cedric have already pointed out - he was just biding his time until his true master came to power.

I knew that people knew that Professor Dumbledore had put Harry onto a secret mission and me and Ron were included; I also knew that we were all being watched to see what we were going to do. Cedric had questioned me on this a number of times now and it had added strain to our relationship; Professor Dumbledore told me that I couldn't tell Cedric. I couldn't understand now but I knew that there must be a reason; I hated arguing with Cedric but in time he should see why I wasn't able to tell him what me, Harry and Ron were planning to do.

A heart breaking thought came to my mind after I watched as Harry broke up with Ginny; telling her what we were about to do was too dangerous and he needed to keep her safe. This then added the thought in my head that I needed to keep Cedric safe; and no matter how much I wanted him with me by my side was in fact one of the most dangerous places in the wizarding world right now. I know that it was a spiteful thought but I decided that me and Cedric should have some time together before me, Harry and Ron left. Yes I didn't know when exactly this might be; but there was no way that I was going to allow any harm come to Cedric; I almost lost him once. And I most definitely wasn't about to go through it again; and I didn't want to be the cause of it either.


I told Harry and Ron that I would come to the Burrow in a week's time; I wanted to spend a few days with my parents before I protected them too. I felt like I was taking a very big risk but I didn't know when I was going to see them again so I wanted some time to form some memories.

When I got home I acted like everything was ok; I saw no point telling them what was actually going on. I didn't want to see the fear and panic hit their usually happy faces. They also wouldn't want me wiping their memories if I told them that that was what I was planning to do to protect them. They both eagerly asked about Cedric, Harry, Ron and Ginny and asked about my classes and I told them as much as I could. However I felt a painful sting hit my stomach when my mind went onto Cedric. He was meeting me back at the Burrow at the end of the week; I knew that he wanted to come back home with me but I told him not to. I felt like a coward right now but right now I needed to be in the seclusion of my parent's home. Both my parents and Cedric both unaware of what extreme actions he-who-must-not-be named have driven me to.


I had done it! I had wiped their memories! After I closed the back door abruptly behind me I sobbed and let silent tears fall down my cheeks. I quickly walked through my garden and shut the gate before I attracted too much attention from my parents. The last thing that I needed was an altercation with my parents; the last thing I needed was for them to ring the muggle police and attract unwanted attention. I know that he-who-must-not-be-named had spies in both the muggle and the wizarding world and I didn't want to lead him to my parents.

I then ran down the back street behind our house and I pressed my back against the wall and slowly slid down the wall as I broke down in tears further. I knew that I had to do this to protect my parents; but this didn't make it any easier. There was a chance that I never saw them again; and this thought killed me. But losing them wasn't an option and I hoped that this was enough to keep them safe.

After I had managed to calm myself down enough to make my way back to the Burrow; I slowly stood up and pulled the hood up over my head on my maroon hoodie. I then span around and apparated - hoping that someday me and my parents could be reunited.


"Mione you are here" Mrs Weasley smiled after I closed the Burrow's kitchen door behind me. "Brilliant" she smiled warmly at me as I noted that Cedric and his family were already here with all of the order.

"Yes" I muttered as I meekly smiled at them.

"How are your parents?" she asked.

"Fine" I replied. "They are on their way to Australia by now" I advised. "They don't even remember me" I said sadly as the lump started to build up in my throat.

"Mione you did it for their safety" Ron reminded me as he stepped up to me and pulled me into a hug.

"I know" I said over his shoulder.

"And when the war is over you can go and find them and restore their memories" I heard Cedric say as Ron dropped his arms from me.

"Yes" I repeated. "That's what I keep reminding myself of" I stated as Cedric pulled me into a side hug. "Why is the order here?" I asked Cedric as I looked up at him.

"We need to move Harry here" he explained. "But we need to make sure that we do it in a way that he-who-must-not-be-named finds out" he added.

"I see" I nodded.

"So if you don't mind taking a seat everyone" Mad Eye Moody stated and we all sat around the long table in the Burrow's kitchen. I felt Cedric slid his right hand into my left and he gave it a gentle squeeze; I did squeeze it back but my stomach started to fall into guilt at the thought of what I was about to do.