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After the final battle, the remnants of the Order of the Pheonix gathered at the Burrow. There had been formal speeches mourning the losses and less formal chatter discussing the finer points of the battle. Midnight came and went and Hermione steadied herself for what she knew that she had to do. None of the other Order members were leaving and were quite content to carry on the pleasant chatter. Hermione, however, had other things on her mind. She had a job to do. As Hermione started to walk towards the point where the anti-apparation wards finished, Mrs Weasley called her back.
"Hermione dear, what are you doing? Why are you leaving? Surely you want to stay the night," said Mrs Weasley quietly.
"Oh, no Mrs Weasley, I'd love to stay but there's a job I need to do," replied Hermione just as quietly
"Can't it wait until the morning, you must be tired. There's nothing wrong with that," insisted Mrs Weasley.
"No, I have to do it now I won't be able to otherwise," countered Hermione and with that, she turned on her heel and left.
Hermione appeared at the place that she had once called home. She walked up to the door and tried it. It was unlocked. Nervously, Hermione opened the door and entered the house, conscious of the layer of dust on the carpet. Hermione looked through each room of the house in turn and found them all in the same state. Someone had searched them none too gently and everything was out of place. Hermione picked up a fragment of a broken vase and whispered 'Portus' as she counted down from three, she felt the familiar jerk behind her navel and was flying through space.
Hermione came down in the suburbs of a Melbourne. She walked purposefully down the streets fingering her wand in her pocket. She searched each house for her parent's signature. The one she knew so well, the one she had memorised before placing the spell on them in the first place. Casting the charm had been difficult but Hermione thought that this would be more-so. As she came down her fifth street she found it, the signature that she had been waiting for. Nervously, she took in a deep breath and walked up the path and knocked on the front door. It broke her heart to see her parents answer the door and ask carelessly
"Who are you? If you're another one of those Red Cross or Salvation Army people you can go away." Without thinking, Hermione pulled her wand out of her pocket and muttered the incantation that would lift the spell on both her parents. The two dentists looked at each other before they both started to cry and hug their daughter. Hermione was crying and apologising and before she knew it she told them of all that had happened. Hermione grabbed hold of a small fragment of vase grabbed her parents' hands and counted down from three.
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