Hemione grew tired after her frantic readings and decided it was time for bed. She went upstairs to her room, cleaned it up for a bit, burning off the remainder of her coffee buzz.

In a state of exhaustion, she threw herself on the bed and crawled under the covers. Trying to get comfortable, she realized her pillow was just not right. She kept readjusting herself, unable to reach the ultimate comfort spot. Giving up, she stuck her hand inside the pillow case to feel for the offending object. Furrowing her brows, she pulled out an envelope. Tired of reading, she pushed through and opened it up.

The location. It was written neatly on the parchment. Hermione sighed. Of course it would have been in a semi obvious location. She was kicking herself mentally because of all the excess stress she put herself in. This would have to wait until the morning.

After a long and deep sleep, she woke well rested. She made herself breakfast and some coffee. She retrieved the Daily Prophet from the owl that was sitting on her window ledge impatiently. Once she was done, she took a piece of parchment and wrote a brief letter to Harry. Upstairs she went to take a brief shower and to change into something more professional before moving to do her errands of the day.

As she entered the dining room to grab a couple of the papers, her fireplace turned green, and Harry came running in.

"HERMIONE? WHERE ARE YOU?" she heard his voice as she rounded the corner.

"I am in the dining room. Why the urgency?" She asked curiously as she grabbed the papers she needed from the neatly organized piles, as well as a couple other objects.

"Your note only said you will be leaving soon... nothing else. I just wanted to know if you were okay?" Harry approached cautiously. He noticed how she was dressed, and waiting for her to respond.

"Actually, Harry, I found something... and I wanted to know if you wanted to come with me to the Ministry to find out more information. If you have other plans, that is fine by me. But I am leaving now," she mentioned as she made her way to the fireplace, to floo to the Ministry of Magic. She did not wait for a response as she threw the powder, and stepped through to the bustling Ministry.

She went to the large board with the directory of which floor contained which department. She was pondering which one to visit, when she heard the labored breaths from Harry as he stopped at her side.

"Mind telling me why you are in such a hurry?" He managed to let out before she grabbed his arm and pulled him with her. The two waited at the elevator, and entered in, taking it to the 8th floor. She looked up at the floating arrows directing her where to go, pulling Harry along to the left corridor.

Notes whizzed by over head, Harry ducking just in time to avoid a flock of them. He was curious on where they were going, but couldn't let his mind wander, as he was being dragged by a determined Hermione.

Finally, Hermione stopped at a receptionist desk. The young witch chewed her bubble gum loudly, almost as if making a show of how boring her job was. She flipped the pages of Witch Weekly, the glossy pictures moving quickly, and not once did she look up. Hermione cleared her throat, ready to face what was next.

"May I help you?" the reception witch asked flatly.

"Yes, I need to see if I can look at the magical records for my... um... friend." The witch, still reading her magazine, pointed down the hallway behind her and to the right.

"Go down this hallway, and make a left."

Hermione's heart raced as she moved down the next hallway. This was it, she would finally know why her parents left the magical world. The two friends stopped in front of a counter, where an older wizard was reading over multiple documents, the pile of incoming papers growing as stacks of papers on his desk were hardly growing in size.

"Excuse me sir," Hermione began softly, "I was wondering if I could have a look at the magical record for a couple?" The gentleman looked up, took off his glasses and began to clean them.

"Are you a relative?" He asked simply.

"I don't know. I am trying to figure that out. I have papers here..." she offered as she tried to explain herself. The man grabbed them softly, reading over trying to find the names to pull up. He stood up, wandered towards the massive filing cabinets behind him. Opening a drawer labeled "De" and searching for the name, Hermione held her breath. Harry eyed her cautiously, curious to who and what she was looking for.

"Ah ha!" The wizard exclaimed as he pulled out the file. He opened it up, reading the cover letter, and closed it quickly. He glanced at Hermione, a sad look in his eyes. "Unfortunately, I am unable to tell you anything in this file without either a written note from the individuals you are inquiring about, or their presence here."

Hermione's heart sank. She had to know. Walking out the building with a more relaxed pace, Harry felt this was the opportunity to ask what was going on.

"Hermione? Who were you looking for in the Magical Records Department?"

"I... I don't think you will believe me if I tell you..." Hermione led him towards a small cafe. They sat down, looking over the menu. Harry raised his eyebrow as he looked into the eyes of the witch.

"Try me." Hermione quickly diverted her gaze towards the menu. She let out a nervous giggle.

"So what are you thinking about getting?" She tried her best at changing the subject. She looked up at Harry, blushing slightly, knowing that he could see through her.

"Haven't decided yet... And you know better than try to avoid the question."

"I found my self note on where my parents are," she began, hoping that this would be a better topic to divert away from the main question. "I am thinking of leaving tomorrow to look for them. Do you feel that is too soon?" Harry's eyes widened as he looked at her.

"I... Uh... Hermione? You really found where they are? That is wonderful!" He reached over the small table and gave her hand a squeeze. "Leave when you are ready, if that is tomorrow, then so be it. Do you want anybody to go with you?"

"No! That's not necessary. Thank you for the generosity on it. I really don't want to make a big deal about this though, no good luck parties or anything... Please don't tell Molly..." Her mind began to dread what the witch could put together in such short notice, and she shuddered.

"I know what you mean," Harry stated with a chuckle of amusement, his mind thinking the same thing as hers. "Do you want me to tell everybody after you leave?"

That question stopped Hermione in her place for a moment. She did not know if she wanted everybody to know she was on her way to find her parents. Although, they were the ones to force her to do so. She could not decide at all, and she looked at Harry with a mildly panic stricken face. Harry chuckled a bit louder looking at her worry about telling Ron and Ginny.

"Don't worry. I won't say anything until you let me know that I can... Okay? Does that work?" Hermione only nodded, not trusting her own voice. The waitress came over, and asked for their order, and the two made small talk as they waited and ate their food.

Harry offered to take her back to her flat, but Hermione politely declined his offer. He understood her need to be alone before she left.

"Hermione, remember that Kingsley has arrangements for your travel, so he has to know. Do you want me to owl him for you?"

"Yes please, I just remembered I have to check in on something else before I leave." Hermione disaparated back to her flat, looking towards her fireplace, grabbing a handful of floo and throwing it into the fireplace. Stepping through, she dusted herself off.

"Hermione! I just finished and was about to send these back to you!" Colin Creevy beamed, holding a thick envelope in his hands. He handed over the envelope, wiping his brow off with the back of his hand. "I still can't believe you asked me of all people to develop these for you. There are some amazing pictures in here, and to imagine I only heard about most of these events!" Hermione's laugh rang in his ears as she held onto the envelope. His smile faded as he noticed she was not opening it. "Are you going to take a look at them?"

"Oh!" Hermione let out as she realized the pictures were still hidden. "I was actually going to wait to look at them. I trust you! I am sure they are amazing. Now that I think about it, I am going to have a party in a couple weeks, where I am going to reveal most of these, and I will be sure to have you there, since you ARE the one who developed them!" Hermione lied, regretting the words as they escaped her lips. Now she had to have a party as soon as she came home.

Thanking Colin, she quickly floo'd back home, and threw herself on the couch. It has been a long day, and she was not looking forward to what the morning was going to bring.