Hey, wassup? So, I need to get organized. Hehe. I'm going to do DH my way, based on movie, I guess. Starting with the first part of the Harry Potter movie. Btw, it was AWESOME! Harry/Hermione kiss soooo SEXYYYY! :) And Harry/Hermione was the cutest effing thing ever!

Anyway, this chapter is about Hermione blanking the minds of her parents. But she can't do it alone and she wants Harry to meet her parents before she obliviates them.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does.

I'm not sure where the Weasleys are going to stand in this story yet.

Enjoy!

The Grangers

Hermione sat in her room on her bed reading the Daily Prophet. A tear rolled down her cheek as she read an article about a Muggle family that had died the night before. Dan and Emma Radcliffe were their names, only twenty-five when they died. They had two children, Ariana and Max, who were four and two respectively. They had all been slaughtered. Even the two children. Hermione began to sob when she realized that the younglings were even killed. The Death Eaters did not even spare them. What was worse was that there was a picture of the young family. The husband, Dan, was a strapping, young chap, with dark brown hair and blue eyes. He had some stubble on his chin, making him look handsome. His arms was around his wife, Emma, who had dark blonde hair and brown eyes. She was very beautiful. In her arms was a little boy with dark blonde hair and blue eyes. A spitting image of his father, except for the hair. In Dan's lap, sat the little girl, Ariana. She was the exact opposite of her brother. Dark brown hair and brown eyes. It was a very normal family. And their lives had been ended because of prejudices. Hatred for Muggles.

She looked at her dresser and saw the picture she had of her and her parents in France in front of the Eiffel Tower. They had asked a local Frenchman to take the picture for them. She did not want to see this picture in the Daily Prophet with 'Muggle Family Dead' in black letters above it. She wanted her parents safe. They could not defend themselves. Not against Death Eaters. She needed to modify their memories. Let them forget about her. But she couldn't do it alone. She needed Harry. Her best friend.

She walked over to the phone in her room and picked it up. She pressed the buttons, calling the Dursleys' house phone. "Hello?" she heard a familiar voice on the other line.

"H-Harry?" she asked letting out a small cry.

"Hermione..." he whispered. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"I need your help."

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang and Hermione ran down the stairs to answer it. She flung the door open and immediately wrapped her arms around her best friend. "Harry!"

"Hey, it's okay, Hermione. Shhh," he soothed her, rubbing his hand up and down her back and swayed back and forth. Hermione felt him plant a small kiss on the side of her head. She held him even tighter against her.

"Hermione?" they heard a feminine voice from inside. "Who's that at the door?"

"Come on, I want you to meet my parents before I do this," she whispered in his ear. Harry nodded and smiled, letting her take his hand and lead him inside. She led him into the living room where her father and mother were sitting down watching a game show.

"Mum, Dad, this is Harry Potter, my best friend," she introduced. "Harry, this is my dad, Jacob Granger, and my mum, Charlotte Granger."

Harry smiled at her father. "Hello, sir, it's lovely to meet you," he said holding out his hand.

Jacob Granger smiled and stood up, shaking the young man's hand. "It's nice to meet you, too, Harry."

Charlotte Granger stood up, as well, but did not shake his hand. Instead, she wrapped him in a hug, much to Harry's surprise. "It's nice to finally meet you, Harry," she said after she let him go. "Hermione's told us so much about you. It's just sad that we had to meet seven years later."

"Yes, ma'am, it is," he replied blushing a bit at the thought that Hermione talked about him a lot.

"I was just thinking about making some tea. Would you like to join us?" Charlotte asked.

"Erm, yes, ma'am, if you don't mind me intruding," he responded running a nervous hand through his hair.

"Oh, nonsense, Harry. You're not intruding. Stop being so modest," Charlotte lightly chided going into the kitchen to get the tea started. Harry spotted pictures of his best friend on top of a lovely, brown piano. He walked over to them and smiled at the happy child that sat in her high chair. He smiled at the young girl in her school uniform for her school picture. A young girl stood with her bunny rabbit, holding it tightly. Not letting it go. He had never really knew what his best friend's life was like before Hogwarts. It was normal. Normal than his. He turned around and looked at her parents. This is what he wanted most in this world. A family. A family like Hermione's. The Weasleys were too large and he figured he would have no privacy. But the Grangers were well-kept people. Normal as normal gets. Simple. The way Harry liked things to be.

Hermione walked over to him. "Hey, what are you thinking about?" she asked trying to read his eyes.

"Your family is so normal," he blurted out to her.

She chuckled. "Thanks, I guess."

Harry closed his eyes and had a ghost of a smile on his face. "It's...peaceful." Hermione smiled at him.

A minute later, Harry asked her, "You play the piano?"

"Yeah, my parents say I'm pretty good. I don't really know. I can't really compare to anyone else," she replied looking at the piano behind them. Harry said, "I'll be the judge of that. Go on, play."

Hermione bit her bottom lip and then pulled out the stool underneath the piano and sat down. She hovered her fingers over the keys and Harry heard the TV turn off. Obviously, her father wanted to hear her play as well. She inhaled a large gulp of beath and began to play.

The second Harry heard her play, a tear dropped down his face. Sure, he had heard what a piano sounded like before, but he had never heard one in person. He had never watched someone play it before. And beautifully. He thought it was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard in his life. He did not even look at the piano or her hands. He just stared at her. Not looking away as she stared forward. Doing this all by memory. Harry lowered himself to sit next to her. Still staring at her in awe. This woman. This beautiful creature was making these lovely sounds come from this instrument. He was sad that not many people could hear it. Did her parents know she was a prodigy? Why would the Death Eaters want to kill her? Had they heard her play this piece of music? He guessed that if they did hear her, they would spare her. But that was highly unlikely as they were cold at heart and probably had never even heard music.

She got to the end of the song and stopped playing. She looked at him and smiled, blushing.

"That was...beautiful," he choked out.

"Thanks," she responded wanting him to stop staring at her.

What both teens missed was Charlotte and Jacob look at each other and give each other a knowing glance. Their daughter was in love.

They had tea. It was a lovely affair. Jacob and Charlotte asked Harry all sorts of questions about himself, to which he answered honestly. Hermione smiled at her parents and at the fact that they wanted to get to know this boy. This boy she had loved for so long. Hermione felt so wrong for doing this, but she knew that she had wanted her parents to meet the most important person in her life before she made them forget.

After the interrogation and tea, Hermione took Harry's hand and told her parents, "We're going upstairs."

The Grangers nodded, but her mother said, "Keep your door open, dear." Both teenagers nodded and blushed. Hermione led him to her room and kept the door open, but put a silent charm on the doorframe. When the charm was up, Hermione fell to her knees in tears, sobbing, covering her hand with her mouth. Harry watched in anguish at her. He couldn't believe this was happening. It was all his fault. If Hermione wasn't friends with him, then Voldemort wouldn't be going after her and her parents.

Then, he noticed the Daily Prophet on her bed. He read the article about the young Muggle family that was killed just to be killed. Then, he knew. He knew why Hermione wanted to wipe out her parents' memories of her. To protect them. He walked over to her and knelt down beside her. Then, he did what he never did before. He put his arms around her and held her like there was no tomorrow. Hermione appreciated the gesture and held onto his arms.

"You can do this, Hermione. I know you can." His kissed the side of her head, like he did before.

She nodded and a few minutes later, she had recomposed herself, ready to wipe every memory of herself from her parents. She stood up confident. She looked down at her best friend and smiled. "Thank you, Harry."

He nodded, smiling back. "No problem."

"Come on, I want to get it over with. Before I lose my courage," she said holding out her hand for him to take. He took it and stood up. Together, the two teens walked down the stairs and found Hermione's parents still sitting on the couch. Harry let go of Hermione's hand and watched her from the doorframe.

Hermione raised her wand just as a tear was rolling down her cheek.

"Obliviate!" she whispered. Her parents' heads moved slowly to the side as they forgot about their daughter. Hermione and Harry looked at all of the pictures that had been around the room. They watched as the little girl faded from sight.

"You did it, Hermione," Harry said as they shut the door and left the house for good. He grabbed her hand again and laced his fingers through hers. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. Hermione nodded and moved closer to him. She grabbed his arm and leaned her head on his shoulder.

Glad she had a friend to help her through this.

"So, now where?" he asked.

"I don't know. Grimmauld Place?" Hermione suggested.

"You got it," he replied.

Hermione snuggled up next to him on the Knight Bus, not wanting to let go. She wanted to die here. Holding onto Harry. In his arms as he ran his fingers through her hair. She wished every male was like Harry. Kind. Sweet. Sees the world in a different way. Caring. Charming. Loving. This boy had never known love. His parents had died before he was born. But what he didn't know was that she had been loving him all these years.

He just didn't know it.

TBC...

Yeah, To Save a Life is not going to be continued. This is kinda like the continuation. The Torture scene in this one is going to be the same one I was gonna do for that.

Anyway, how did everyone like the movie? Wasn't the H/Hr kiss SOOOO SEXXXYYYY? :))))) Smiled thru that whole bit!

Anyway, pleez review!

DREWHHR