The Healer's words washed over Hermione but she was barely listening anymore. She knew that doing the spell held a risk of permanency but there were cases submitted to St. Mungo's all the time that had the spell being undone. Even a professional Legillimens can help undo the damage due to breaking down the mind blocks where the memory was 'removed'.
She should never have done that blasted Obliviate on her parents because now, now she was never going to get them back. They were going to live the rest of their lives thinking that they didn't have a daughter and wondering why it felt like part of them had been left back in England.
She'd consulted many professionals all around the world and they'd all come to the same conclusion.
Nothing to be done.
And now? Now, Hermione was walking out of the consultation room, ignoring the Healer who was still talking, heading towards the nearest apparition point with tears streaming down her face as she headed home. Not The Burrow or Grimmauld Place but home. Home where there were pictures of her parents scattered along the walls and her childhood bedroom.
She'd stay in that building for as long as possible and wallow in her misery as she relived the memories that she had. For she was now classified as a war orphan.
Word Count: 225
Written for: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - October Halloween Bingo - prompt emotion: Misery