Title: Upside Down

Prompt: # 5 Rain Streaked Window for the LJ community "day by drabble"

Character(s)/Pairing(s): Hermione, Hermione/Ron, Harry/Ginny

Genre: Romance? Family? Hurt/Comfort?

Rating & Warnings: PG, spoilers through Deathly Hallows.

Summary: Hermione goes to Australia, and her friends will not allow her to go alone.

Authors Note: This started off as a short little one shot and then quickly spiraled out of control. So stay tuned for more chapters (so far, two more are planned). Hope you enjoy it! Thanks to musical penguins, a supremely awesome beta!

Disclaimer: Don't own it, never will.

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There was rain on her window.

She was somewhere up in the air, much too high to be comfortable. Higher that she had ever been on a broom, or a dragon for that matter, and for much longer. It was a long way to Australia. It was why she chose it in the first place.

But Hermione did not know that it could rain even though she was above all the clouds. She wished she had a book about it. She had a book on the climate of Australia, hoping she would be prepared for what it had to offer. (She wasn't prepared for what it had to offer.)

The truth was she hadn't been able to find black and white answers in a book for awhile. The Tales of Beedle the Bard had served their purpose, but even though Dumbledore had left it for her to read, Hermione didn't find solutions in its pages. Only more questions.

And she doubted any book in any library would be able to help her. She was going to Australia, to find her parents to restore their memories, and to tell them the truth about her life for the first time since Cedric Diggory had died. Everything was backward in Australia anyway.

She glanced over at Ron; he smiled weakly back at her. They had buried far too many friends and relatives in the past few weeks. Attended too many funerals. So when Hermione had said she was going to Australia to fetch her parents, it came as no surprise to her when Harry and Ron decided they should come too. Ginny also demanded to come, telling them that this was not a dangerous mission, and there was no way they were going on holiday without her.

Not that this felt like a holiday.

Hermione looked out the window and watched as the rain fell up.