A/N: Obviously, I own none of the rights to either of these series. Those belong to J.K. Rowling and Haruichi Furudate, along with whatever publishers, producers, etc., are involved with both series.
Although the main pairing is guy/girl, there will be secondary guy/guy pairs. If that's not your cup of tea, this fic isn't for you.
May 20
They were dead.
She'd realized that before, but hadn't really accepted it. The tombstones, however... those made it real. Despite everything she'd done, her parents were dead.
Ron had come with her to Australia a week after the Battle of Hogwarts. She should have come earlier. Just a few days earlier, and… She gulped, gasping for breath as tears swarmed. She should have come earlier, but there had been funerals, so many funerals…and she had missed her own parents' funerals because of it.
Hermione knelt down by their headstones. She had known that there was no way to reverse the obliviate. It had taken too many of their memories—they would have been driven insane if she tried to restore them. But she'd wanted to see them. Assure herself that they survived, that she did the right thing.
Tears began to form. She had hunted and hunted for any piece of information about them, any small scrap, and then she found the newspapers. The story about two new dentists who had died in a gas explosion. Hermione knew better. Somehow the Death Eaters had found her parents. Found them, probably tortured them, and killed them, all because of a girl they didn't even remember.
Her sobs came more freely, and Ron's steady arms pulled her up. She clung to his shirt as he wrapped his arms around her.
"Let's go home, Hermione."