Hermione Granger was well known for her intelligence and she was always well-prepared and organized, as well as ready to face her fears. Until now. Instead, she was nervous and her palms were sweating. In her mind she knew that there was no opportunity for error or wrong moves, especially with this mission. She dug out a folded piece of parchment from her pocket, and peered at her scribbled handwriting, which was looking to be mistake number one she made. It did say 42, or was it 48? That 4 could have even been a 7, she was writing rather quickly at the time…

"Hermione," Harry said quietly, who was standing next to her on her left. Ron, who was standing on her right, didn't say anything but just rested his hand gently on her shoulder.

She looked up at Harry, then Ron.

"I'm... I'm not sure if I've wrote it down correctly."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Really? Hermione, I was with you when you were writing this down! You said-"

"I know what I said, Harry!" she said, cutting him off.

"So what's the problem?" he asked.

"I don't have my wand!" she answered. Mistake number two, she noted, her nervousness was definitely not helping the situation.

"You don't have your wand?" Harry exclaimed incredulously.

"No, I mean, of course I have my wand!" she snapped. "It's just that-"

Ron held out her wand in front of her. She gave him a sheepish smile.

"Thanks…"

Harry sighed a breath of relief. "Where was it?"

"Just shook the bag around a bit, wasn't too hard to find," Ron answered, dangling Hermione's purple beaded bag. "My hand nearly got crushed by a book or two though."

"Okay, well… are we ready now?" Harry asked.

Hermione didn't answer.

"Well? You're the only one who can do this," Harry said.

"We're a team though," she reminded them. "I would have ever come this far without either of you."

"Golden Trio," Ron quoted from the recent Daily Prophet article about their supposed adventures.

Hermione looked apprehensive.

"It was your idea! It was your plan!" Harry told her. He was getting frustrated.

"Hermione, you faced Bellatrix! You destroyed a Horcrux!" Ron reminded her.

"You did too!" Hermione said.

"If we faced Voldemort, and horcruxes, we can do this."

"Harry, you faced Voldemort. I was more… behind the scenes."

"Oh yeah, more like the brains! Who thought up of Dumbledore's Army? Who packed ahead of schedule when the Death Eaters crashed Bill's wedding?" Ron added.

"You impersonated Peter Pettigrew!" she said. "That saved us too!"

Ron gave her a funny look. "That's what you remember out of all my skills? You're the only one out of the three of us that can still successfully brew a Polyjuice potion!"

"Okay Ron, you also had the idea about the basilisk fangs! We could have never destroyed the cup otherwise!"

"You were the one that found out what a basilisk was!"

"I got petrified!"

"You know anyone would have! Besides, you stole the locket from Umbridge!"

"We did it together, it was all teamwork."

"But I was the one that was affected the most when I wore it!"

"We were all affected by it!"

"But I was the worst! And I left! I still remember how upset you were!"

"Well, of course I was! Who wouldn't be Ronald?"

"I wanted to come back as soon as I left! We've been over this!"

"Ron, I forgive you already!"

"Really, Hermione? You still bring that up and that was months ago-"

"Hey!" Harry interjected, deciding that if he didn't interrupt any sooner, the conversation was going to get much worse.

Ron and Hermione turned to look back at Harry. They had almost forgotten he was with them.

"Sorry," Ron muttered. "I'm sorry Hermione."

Hermione swallowed. "I'm sorry too… Ron…"

"Let's stay focused."

Hermione looked at the piece of parchment again. "I'm not sure… if I wrote it properly. It could be either 42 or 48."

"You did Hermione," Ron reassured her. "You always do."

Harry peered at her handwriting. "I can't read it."

She groaned. "I didn't write it down properly!"

Ron took the parchment from her. "That's a 42. Your 8s are more loopy and look different."

Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"You know this… how?"

Ron smiled. "You did let me look at your notes throughout all of school."

Hermione sighed a breath of relief. "Okay then. 42 Oaks View Lane. I guess this is it. This is where my parents live."