When Hermione had imagined reconnecting with her family, she had believed she would be able to undo the spell that had changed their memories. She had thought she would get her parents and they might even return to being the cheerful dentists she remembered.
She had not expected the blank stares even after she cast what she thought was the right spell. They looked at her with no recognition in their eyes and she felt the tears well up in her own. After all that time, searching for them with nearly nothing to go on, and for it to end like this...
She blinked away her tears rapidly, to continue her facade of being a visitor from Britain, looking for a place to rent. If she couldn't remind them they had a daughter, the least she could do was remain in their lives, even if it was as a out at a farm would be an interesting change of pace.
Cherry work couldn't possibly be that bad, she had told herself. She was wrong. She wondered why and how her parents loved it so much. Surely no one could enjoy the continuous hours of sitting on a spider-infested bench, watching the little red fruits go by on a conveyor belt? The sight seemed to engrave itself in her mind and closing her eyes did little to soothe her. She was certain she would dream of them now. her arms scraped against the metal and her back ached, all while the horseflies were having a nice feast at her expense.
She looked over at the woman who no longer remembered being her mother, humming and smiling through her work, and sighed. She reminded herself, for the hundredth time, to figure out the spell before the cherries became the death of her.
Notes: For Tiggs! :P
Apologies if this does not have much of a plot. It was somewhat based on an inside joke.