It was Friday and Crookshanks was spending his time chasing an unlucky moth that had flown into Hermione's flat. Hermione was busy brushing her hair, something that she most of the time on two occasions, leaving to go to work and to go to her parents. It was the latter that was going to take up tonight's activities. The combing and dress was to convince her parents that things were going well with her living on her own. Which unlike with the majority of recently liberated youths, it was. Being one third of the saving force of the world does have its perks.
She just had to wait for...
The crack that sounded was immediately followed by a loud whoop and sigh as Ron and Harry apparated in her bathroom. Harry and Ron walked into the room, Ron rubbing the back of his head.
"Hi Hermione," Harry said and hugged her.
"Harry, good to see you, how go things over at Grimauld Place?" Hermione said.
"Kreacher and I continue our epic battle against the cobwebs. I think the spiders are planning a large offensive on the living room but other than I think it's going well," Harry said.
"How was work today, Ron?" Hermione asked after kissing him hello.
"It was okay, how come you don't have a nickname for me? Most people come up for nicknames for their significant others," Ron complained.
"Oh, you mean like Ronnie-"
"Okay, you can stop right there."
"So, what do you think your parents want?" Harry asked.
"I don't know, they just said that they had something important to tell me," Hermione said.
"I wonder what it could be..."
"Will be home in time to watch Doctor Who?" Ron asked.
Hermione had found that Ron had eventually taken to electronics, especially since one night when they had watched Doctor Who. It had become their regular Friday night activity. Slightly boring but boredom is a much wanted state of being for people who have had far too much excitement in their lives.
"Yes, I set the TV to record," Hermione said.
"Alright then, let's get going!" Ron said.
The three of them turned on the spot and soon found themselves in the back alley near the flat of Hermione's parents. They walked to the front door and knocked loudly. Mrs. Granger answered.
"Hello, darling, Ron, Harry, it's good to see you two again," she said.
"It's good to see you too, Mrs. Granger," Harry said.
"Hi," Ron said.
They walked in and soon were all sitting around the table. The conversation took the turn that it most often did when the five of them were gathered together. The Grangers wanted to know whether not Hermione was doing okay. They still didn't understand why she wanted her own apartment but were happy that she was happy. They talked about how they were being approached by strangers in strange clothes thanking them for their daughter's actions in the war. They wondered if Hermione would tell them about what exactly happened during that time. She still told them that they wouldn't want to hear about what happened.
Finally after dinner, when they were sitting around and getting tired, the Grangers looked at one another.
"Is there something you wanted to tell me, mom?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, I guess there's no real point in waiting anymore," Mrs. Granger said and put her hand on her stomach.
"What's wrong?"
"Well, Hermione, the thing is when you put that spell on us... you made us forget about everything."
"Yes, I remember, it was really hard to do that."
"We forgot about you and everything that had happened in our former lives."
"Where are you going with this mom, did I forget to return one of your memories?"
"No... they're all back and there's a new memory as well."
"What?"
"The thing is... your father and I we retained our want of children even when our memories were gone."
"You're not saying..."
"I'm pregnant."
Hermione's mouth dropped open. Harry and Ron looked at each other and then between Hermione and Mrs. Granger.
"What?" Hermione said after a while. "What? What!?"
"Um, congratulations?" Ron said.
"Thank you," Mr. Granger said.
"I do hope you understand, Hermione."
"I... what... I... wha," Hermione stuttered.
"I don't think I've ever seen her speechless before," Harry said.
"I understand... it's great... I mean... how far along are you, mom?" Hermione said.
"About four months," Mrs. Granger said.
"Four months... wow... so, do you know what it is yet?"
"It's a girl."
"I'll have a little sister. Look at that. Wow, I think, I think I need to go lie down."
"Um... okay."
Hermione stood up from the table and turned on the spot, disappearing with a crack.
Harry and Ron looked at each other and then got up as well.
"Let's just get going too, shall we, make sure she's okay," Ron said.
"It was a lovely evening," Harry said. "Thank you."
The two of them got up and disapparated as well.
"I think that went better than could be expected," Mr. Granger said.
"Could you close that window, dear, I'm getting quite the draft," Mrs. Granger asked.
"Of course."
He turned towards the window to see that it was already closed.
"That's odd," he said.
Two cloaked figures stood on the roof rolling up a pair of extendable ears.
"So, a new baby is on its way," one of them said.
"Yes, quite the happy occasion," the other said.
"But such things can happen to those children."
"Yes! Who knows what'll happen."
"Why don't we make sure something happens."
"Yes, yes, in the glow of the newborn baby's mother."
"Wonderful."
"All hail, Lord Voldemort!" they said together.