Hey Guys and Girls so this is my first fanfic- hope you like it- something i've being slowly putting together. It was going to originally be a one-shot but due to a painful case of writers block, couldn't finish it off quite yet. Please bear with me, i'll hopefully have the second part up in a week.

Also i couldn't help myself and put a quote from the Big Bang Theory in, absolutely love Sheldon and the gang and it fit in with the moment anyway i'll stop nattering away. :)

AN: I of course don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters, the credit must of course go to our amazing Queen Rowling.

Burning Rain

A loud crack echoed across the still countryside as two figures appeared jet black against the bright orange glow of sunrise. They turned, inspecting the area around them, brushed off any lingering dust from their cloaks and began to walk towards the small dilapidated shack a short distance away.

"I'm not sure if this is such a good idea anymore Ron, what if something goes wrong. Worse still, what if the memory charms affected their cognition? I don't want them to end up like Lockhart did."

The second figure snorted in derision and slung his arm over the girl's shoulder. "Mione, theres no bloody way that that could have happened. I mean honestly your parents were intelligent, and genuine, two characteristics that that scatterbrained moron Lockhart did not have in any way, shape or form, and besides Lockhart has made a full recovery," muttered the red head with a disgusted look on his face. "If that idiot can make a full recovery, I'm damn sure your parents will be fine."

"But what if something goes wrong?"

"Mione, if I was the one that had done the spell in the first place, or if I was the one removing the spell I'd be plenty worried believe me, but you have to remember you were the brightest witch in our year for a reason. Look, if you need extra reassurance just think about the quality of the protections you put on our campsites during the horcrux hunt. If I couldn't find you and Harry, knowing exactly where you were, courtesy of the deluminator of course, nobody could have found you, and it is because of that that I know that your parents will be fine when you get around to removing the charm."

"Okay. I'll take your word for it, but if anything goes wrong I maintain the right to say 'I informed you thusly.' Do you really think this could be the place? I mean I know this shack is what people perceive most Australians of living in, but still I would have thought my parents would have moved to Sydney, Brisbane or even Hobart, not to a remote cattle station in the Northern Territory."

"It's not that remote per say."

"Ron look around. There's nothing around for miles, just orange dust, camels and cattle. If this isn't remote then what is?"

"Point proven, however, this is Australia right, of course there's going to be no sign of greenery around. I mean the whole country is a barren wasteland."

"No it isn't Ronald! Honestly, don't you ever read? Besides the poem by Dorothy McKellar sums it up in one line, let alone the remainder of the poem, 'of droughts and flooding rains.'"

"Flooding Rains? Ha! Yeah right I could even do a rain dance and not a drop of rain would fall. Watch." Ron then proceeded to dance around twirling his hands in the air, feet pounding along the dry land as he leaped and bounded across the short distance left to reach the shack, "Come on nature I dare you to show me your worst!" And it was with this final act of defiance that Ron stopped short rubbing his forehead. "What the bloody hell was that?"

"Honestly I don't know Ronald, maybe a bird flew over?" Hermione replied attempting to keep a straight face, "stop being paranoid. You probably imagined it. OUCH. What the hell?" Hermione exclaimed while rubbing the back of her hand.

"See I told you! Something's not right."

"There will be a simple explanation, but now is not the time. Let's get this over and done with," Hermione sighed as she stood in front of the door to the shack, and it was with a worried expression that she lifted her arm to knock on the door.

After two knocks, the door swung open …