Monica Wilkins had always felt that she had lost something. But she didn't know what it was.

She had a husband, Warren, who loved her.

She was a dentist and she liked her job.

She had finally moved to Australia, which had been what she had been wanting to do for her entire life.

So, why did she have that sensation?

Warren told her that probably it was because they had left the place where they had lived for most of their life.

'It's normal,' he said 'I would have been surprised if you hadn't felt disorientated...'

'But I don't feel disoriantated. I feel like... I lost something'

'Love, it will pass. We're in Australia. It has been our dream for our whole life. Let's enjoy it!'.

Monica reluctantly agreed.

But she had kept feeling in a strange way.

'Warren,' she asked once 'Why don't we have children?'

'Why are you asking this?' her husband asked frowning.

''I don't know. It's just... I was wondering'

'Well... you didn't want them.'

'I didn't want them?'

'Yes. You said that you were afraid of having a little know-it-all going around our place. Don't you remember?'

'Oh... well... yes. Yes, I do remember.'

'Charles' Jane said smiling.

'What, honey?' her husband answered lifting his eyes from his soup.

'I've something to tell you. Something big'

'What is that?'

'I... we... I am pregnant!'

'...'

'Charles!'

'...'

'Charles!'

'...'

'Say something!'

'It's... it's... oh my, it's great, it's amazing, it's wonderful!' the man said getting up and hugging her.

'So, are you happy?'

'If I am happy? It's great! We're going to be parents!'

'Yes... imagine, a little know-it-all going around the house!' the woman said laughing.

'Why shoud it be a know-it-all?' he asked smiling.

'Well, if it is like its father...' Jane said beaming.

'A know-it-all? I? How you dare? How you dare?' he said laughing and tickling her.

Once she was walking in Sidney when she saw a girl with bushy brown hair walking in front of her.

Without knowing what she was doing, she ran towards her and touched her shoulder. And she fainted.

She woke up thirty minutes later, in her hotel room. Her husband was close to her.

'What happened?' she asked slowly.

'You passed out while you were having a walk. This kind woman brought you here'. Monica looked up and saw that woman, with bushy brown hair, green eyes and an oval face.

'Oh...' she said 'When I saw you I thought you were someone else... that hair... reminded me of someone I know'

'Who?' her husband asked.

'I don't know. Just... someone else...' she answered.

'Mum...' ten-year-old Hermione was looking in the mirror with a disgusted look on her face.

'Mum...' she said again.

'What, honey?' her mother asked.

'Look at me' the young girl said.

Jane glanced at her.

'I am horrible!' the girl cried.

'Oh, why do you say something like this?' Jane asked getting close to her.

'Look at my hair! It's terrible! It's not curly, it's not straight... I hate it.'

'I think it's nice. I like it'

'You say this only because you're my mother. No boy is ever going to fancy me. Because of this!' she said, pointing to her head.

'Honey, I think you are a very pretty young girl, and I'm not saying this because I am your mum. But, anyway, boys won't fancy you just for your appearance. They'll fancy you because you are smart and funny'

'Are you sure?' the girl asked.

'I am sure' Jane answered.

'Warren, do you believe in magic?' she asked once at dinner.

'What? Why should I believe in magic?' he answered.

'I don't know. It just came up to my mind'

'Of course I don't believe in magic. And you've never believed in it'

'Yes... it's just... I don't know... a strange sensation'

'The sensation you have lost something?'

'Yes'

'Oh, it will pass. Don't worry about it'

'Mum, look! There's a letter for me, there's a letter for me!'

'What is that, 'Mione?' Jane asked.

'It's from the school of witchcraft of Hogwarts' the girl said reading quickly 'It says... it says... mum, it says I'm a witch!'

'Oh, honey, probably it's just a joke'

'It's not a joke! Look, look! It's written in here!'

Her mum read the letter.

'Charles!' she called. 'Look at this.'

Her husband quickly read the letter.

'Well, I think it's a joke. Magic doesn't exist, does it?' he said slowly.

'But I can make strange things happen! Look, look!' Hermione said, closing her eyes and concentrating. Her parents saw the chair next to her floating.

'Oh my...' Charles said.

Jane fainted.

At Christmas she woke up in the middle of the night.

'Oh God!'

'What happened?' her husband said, waking up.

'A dream! A nightmare!' she said crying.

'What? What was in there?'

'There was a girl... and an old woman turning into a snake... and a boy... and sparkles... it was all so confusing... And then, the girl talked to me... she said I was her mother, Warren!'

'Oh, it's just a dream. Don't be scared'

'But she stared at me into my eyes and said that I couldn't remember it, but she was my daughter. And that she is sad and feels lonely, because one of her best friends left and the other one is unconscious and... and...' she hiccupped

'Oh, Monica...'

'And she said that so she was talking to me, even if she knew I couldn't hear her...'

'It was just a dream'

'But it was so real!'

'All dreams seem real, but they're just dreams'

'I lost something, Warren! I don't know what it is, but I lost something'

'Sssh' he said, rocking her gently 'It will pass'

'Mum, dad, I have to talk to you'.

Jane looked at her seventeen-year-old daughter.

'What's up?' she asked.

'Well... it's... it's a serious thing. You know Harry, don't you?'

'Of course we do. You told us everything about him, even before you actually met him' Charles said smiling.

'Yes. Well... he has... you remember Dumbledore, right?'

Her parents nodded.

'Well, he left a mission for Harry and he has to do it in order to defeat You-kn... Voldemort. And Ron and I have to go with him'

'But... when?' Jane asked.

'This year. That's why I am not going back to school'

'You are not going back to school? But this is the final year!' Charles said shocked.

'I know, but... there are more important things than school. I have to help Harry'

'Is it... is it dangerous?' Jane asked.

'Oh, well, don't be worried about me. The only thing is that Voldemort might hunt you, thinking that you know where Harry is. I thought about it and I realised that there's only one thing to do'

'What?' Jane asked shaking.

'To erase your memories' Hermione answered, wiping a tear from her eye.

'What day is it today?' she asked on a rainy april day at breakfast.

'May 2nd. Why are you asking that?' her husband said.

'I don't know... I feel like... like if it was an important date. Like if there are people celebrating somewhere. Like if... like if something big happened on this date'

'I don't know what are you talking about' he said, drinking his orange juice.

'Neither do I' she answered sadly.

'So, are you ready?' Hermione asked.

'Are you... are you sure it's the only thing to do?' Charles asked.

'Yes, dad. But don't worry. You'll be happy. You won't remember anything at all'

'But.. will it be forever?' her dad asked shaking.

'I told you dad. After everything is over I'll come to take you. I promise'

'Hermione...' Jane said crying.

'Oh, mum, don't cry. Don't worry. You'll be ok'

'It's not me I am worried about. I am worried about you'

'Mum...'

'You're so brave. You're so intelligent. But, please, be careful'

'Yes, mum'

'I'll think of you every single day'

'You won't, mum. You won't remember you have a daughter' Hermione said.

They were sitting on a bench in a park, when Monica noticed a tall girl going towards them.

She smiled, without knowing why.

The girl stood in front of them.

'Mum, dad...' she said crying and smiling at the same time.

'Erm... I think you are mistaking us for someone else' Warren politely said.

The girl sadly smiled and pointed her wand towards them.

'What are you doing? What is that? Warren asked alarmed.

And Monica, slowly becoming Jane Granger, beamed.

Because she understood at last what she had lost.

'Hermione, a mother can never forget her daughter. Never'

A/N If you liked this chapter, write a thank you message to Freja Lercke-Falkenborg for giving me the idea of writing this. If you didn't like it, blame me. In both of cases, plese, REVIEW!!

And, about her name: some sites (like Wikipedia) say Hermione's second name is Jean. Others say it's Jane. I chose Jane because it's the one I liked the most.

Next one will be... surprise!