Authors Note: Hi guys! I don't own any of the characters because they all belong to the wonderful JK Rowling. This is the first fic that I am posting so I would love some reviews! Hope everyone is having a great day!

Chapter One

May 16th, 1998

Hermione woke early to the sounds of Ginny's light breathing from the other side of the room. Looking out the window to the dark outside she guessed it was no more than five o'clock in the morning. Sighing, and turning over she tried to close her eyes and go back to sleep but after five minutes of battle flashbacks she gave up. It wasn't uncommon for the Burrow's inhabitants to wake at odd hours fearing they were back at the battle, watching friends and family fall to the dark side. It was, however, upsetting that Hermione found herself two weeks into the summer without one full nights rest. She knew eventually she would have to face the many traumas she and her friends had faced both in the battle and the months leading up to the battle.

Ignoring the fatigue trying to bring her back to sleep and back to her nightmares Hermione got up and slipped on the fuzzy blue slippers she kept next to her bed. Looking one more time, longingly, at her bed and realizing it was a wasted effort she turned to the bedroom door and slipped quietly from the room she shared with her best friend. Taking the stairs quietly she made her way down to the first floor of the Burrow.

Entering the kitchen, Hermione immediately got to work brewing herself a cup of tea the old fashioned muggle way. There was a slight upturn to her lips while she thought of the conversation she always had when Ron saw her making her tea like this.

"Mione, you know you're a witch right. There are easier ways to make your tea." It sometimes confused all her housemates, besides Harry, when she did simple tasks the muggle way. Most of the time it was out of habit but she and her non-biological brother knew some things really were better off done the muggle way. There was something so extremely satisfying about making her own cup of tea and having it taste just as good, if not better, than when it was done with magic.

After pouring the hot water from the kettle into her favorite red and gold mug Hermione grabbed her favorite tea bag and headed to the table. Staring off into space Hermione was startled when she heard a pecking on the window behind her. Jumping slightly at the noise and trying to slow her racing heartbeat she looked at the clock and realized she had been staring into space for about an hour and was sad to notice her tea was mostly cold. Standing up from the table on slightly shaking legs, due to being startled and her reflexes screaming at herself to prepare for danger, Hermione made her way over to the window and noticed a common Ministry owl waiting for her to open the window.

Once the window was opened the owl flew over to the table, next to Hermione's forgotten cup of tea. Anxiety shot through Hermione knowing why the ministry was sending her the owl. She had written to the ministry three days after the battle explaining her parent's situation and how she needed an international portkey. Even knowing Kingsley was now Minister of Magic did not help Hermione's fear that her request would be declined as international relations have been rocky since the second rise and fall of Voldemort.

The ministry owl started to look annoyed at being kept waiting, for it had a lot of other letters to deliver today as well, and began hooting at the girl in order to get her attention.

"Oh, I'm sorry to keep you waiting," Hermione exclaimed when she realized she was once again guilty of zoning out that day. Walking into the kitchen she removed the lid for the owl treats Ms. Weasley always kept stocked. Hermione grabbed two in order to appease the slightly irritated bird and exchanged them for the letter she had been waiting for. With a sigh of happiness the owl took off through the now open window and Hermione began nervously breaking the Ministries wax seal on the envelope.

Dear Miss Granger,

The Ministry of Magic has carefully reviewed the request you have made to receive an international portkey to Australia. It is clear that you have a specific mission involved in your travels. The Australian government has been contacted and once your situation was explained they agreed that you were not looking to enter the country under dark pretenses. I believe it was due to the bravery you showed when dealing with your parents during the war that they have agreed to let you into their country. With their acceptance, however, come a few rules that must be followed while on foreign soil. They hope to reunite you with your parents as quickly as possible and are having the portkey set to initiate travel at 3PM tomorrow, the 17th of May. You may not conduct magic in front of muggles, with the exception of your parents, so that you may undue to the spell on them. Lastly, you will only have a week maximum to accomplish your goals, as the portkey to return you home activates a week after your arrival.

I hope you are safe and successful in your travels. The Ministry thanks you for all the work you have done in the years of your childhood and are prepared to help in any way they can.

Sincerely,

Kingsley Shaklebolt

Minister of Magic

Hermione didn't realize she was crying until a tear fell onto the letter she was clutching tightly between her fingers. She was overcome with relief knowing the Ministry had fought to allow her access to the foreign country before relationships were fixed due to the war. She would finally be able to see if undoing the magic on her parents memory would be possible and the hope and unknown where causing her emotions to go everywhere. It had been causing Hermione so much pain, for so long, knowing her parents were out there. That they were living lives with different names and different memories, in which she was not a part of.

Lost in her thoughts once again Hermione barely heard the sound of movement upstairs before she realized the house was waking up. She heard the clunky steps of her best friends Ron and Harry before she saw them. It was then that her smile finally dropped. The golden trio had not been separated since Ron had left her and Harry alone in the tent during the Horocrux hunt. She was scared to see how her boys would take her leaving the country alone, while death eaters were still on the loose. She just hoped they would understand that this was something she needed to do.