Lifting the Enchantment
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Hermione Granger was standing outside of a small house in Australia. It was getting darker out, and night creatures were staring to stir. The thought of being some animal's next meal was not at all pleasing to Hermione, but she still couldn't bring herself to knock on the door of the house where he parents, who didn't even know she existed, were sitting inside watching a television show, which was set in London.
"True, there's not a lot of wilderness there, but at least I don't have to worry about being attacked by strange animals whenever we go outside, Monica Wilkins said to her husband.
"We haven't even been here for a year, and already you want to go back to England?" Wendell asked her.
"Well... there are some nice places to camp; remember the Forest of Dean?"
"Vaguely. It's rather blurry, as if it was a dream..."
Hermione smiled, remembering the show about Australia that her parents had been so enthusiastic about before she'd modified their memories. But she was stalling by thinking about that, and she knew it. Taking a deep breath, she raised her knuckles to the door and knocked.
"Who would come calling at this kind of night..?" murmured Monica as Wendell opened the door.
"Hello, Mr. Wilkins," said Hermione with a nervous smile. "My name is Hermione Granger. You probably don't remember me, but I need to talk to you and your wife for a few minutes, if that's alright?"
"Um, sure," replied a rather confused Wendell. "Come in."
Hermione stepped inside. Monica looked at her curiously. How odd it was for her parents not to have a clue who she was, for them to view her as a stranger instead of a daughter.
"Okay, then," Wendell said. "Who are you?"
"Just close your eyes and I'm sure you'll remember," Hermione said, slipping her wand out of her sleeve. Just as she was about to lift the enchantment, Monica's eyes fluttered open, and she screamed, "A magician! She's going to kill us!"
"I told you to close your eyes!" said an exasperated Hermione.
"What kind of person would just close their eyes if a stranger comes knocking on their door and asked to come in? You could be a murderer, or a thief for all we know!" she cried.
Sensing his wife's anxiety, Wendell lunged for Hermione's wand. She yanked it out of the way. "Look, calm down—"
"Calm down? There's a sorcerer in our house!"
Hermione dropped her wand on the floor and held her hand up in an 'I surrender' kind of way.
"Who are you?" Wendell repeated.
"You wouldn't believe—"
"Who are you?"
"I'm your daughter," Hermione said in a small voice.
"Impossible. We don't have—"
"Yes, I modified your memories so you'd think that. I'm a witch, you see, but there was a war going on in the wizarding world, so I had to keep you safe."
"A witch? Great. So Either you're a demon or you're a lunatic," Monica muttered.
"I promise you'll understand after I—"
"Leave," Wendell ordered. "I don't like crazy people or hokus pokus."
Sighing, Hermione used a nonverbal levicorpus spell to hang him by his ankle in mid air. As she had expected, Monica screamed. Picking up her wand, she stunned her mother, then proceeded to undo the spell. This took a while, mainly because Wendell refused to stop yelling threats at her, thus making it hard to concentrate.
When she was done, Hermione removed the levicorpus spell from her father, stunned him, then lifted the enchantment from him as well.
Five minutes later, their memories had been righted again, or so Hermione hoped. She lifted the stunning spells, and her parents stared at her in shock for a moment before rushing to hug her.
Mr. And Mrs. Granger were back, and Wendell and Monica were gone forever.