The last thing Harry expected to happen while wandering morosely around the Burrow on a gloomy overcast day was to be pulled - quite violently - into his ex-girlfriend's room by an almost inappropriately excited Hermione Granger.
"Bloody hell, Hermione. What was that for?"
"I have to speak to you..."
"Go ahead, then."
"Well, everyone around here has been quite depressed with all of the funerals lately so I was thinking about what I could do to cheer everyone up. As I'm sure you know I haven't had the heart to reverse the obliviations on my parents and that's what gave me my idea. I'm going to invite everyone to come to Australia with me!"
The Boy-Who-Lived took a deep breath. No stress, no reporters, no memories of the friends and family they'd all lost, it sounded magical.
It would take a bit of effort to convince Molly and George who seemed content to wallow in misery for the rest of their lives but it was doable. And it would be nice to finally get out of the country and see a different part of the world.
It's a brilliant idea, Hermione." The girl's shoulders sagged as if a great weight had suddenly disappeared. She could never have followed through with the plan all by herself.
"Where exactly would we be going?"
"To the place I sent my parents. It's a lovely little country town but it's right on the coast. We went there once when I was really little. It's called Wirrawee."