Hermione Granger arrived at the house she grew up in shortly after her parents left for work, Apparating into the bedroom that was still exactly the way she had always left it. She took a slow look around and pulled a beaded bag out of her purse.
As she walked around the room, she pulled books off the shelf and slid them into the bag. She lifted a number of spelling bee trophies and scholastic certificates from primary school and did the same. When she was done, she waved her wand and muttered softly, as the furniture shifted and moved, Transforming from what was obviously a teenage girl's bedroom into a study.
She then moved throughout the house, taking her time. She picked up every picture, looking at them with tears starting to fall from her eyes. She touched her wand to the ones that included her. The images of Hermione faded away, and those of Mr and Mrs Granger moved closer to fill the gap.
Hermione flipped through every book in the house quickly, touching her wand to the occasional page. After lunch, she stood in the center of her parents' home office and waved her wand again. The drawers of the filing cabinets and desk flew open, and hundred of pieces of paper flew out of the drawers, zoomed through the air, and dived into the opening of her bag.
After she cleaned the dishes in the sink, she went through the cupboards and removed everything of hers. She spent the rest of the afternoon sprawled in an easy chair in the living room, staring off into space and bawling quietly.
Hermione sprung to her feet when she heard a key in the door and hid behind a coat rack until she saw her parents enter the house and close the door behind them.
"Mum...Dad. It's time," she said flatly, her wand raised.
"Oh, Hermione, do we have to?" her mother asked, even though she already knew the answer.
"Yes. I've told you what we're facing. You-know-who won't stop at anything to get to us, and won't have any reservations about using you, torturing you. I've seen what they can, *will* do, and I can't let that happen."
"Well, if you must," her father said.
Her parents stood there with their eyes closed, waiting for the inevitable.
"I love you so much," Hermione whispered. "I hope someday you'll remember that." She began the complicated spell that would rewrite her parents' entire lives, and disappeared with a sharp crack before the now-Wilkinses recovered.