A/N: So this chapter is for DiaryofTales who wanted the press conference first and longer chapters... Both wishes granted... This is a filler chapter to pave the way for the conference thing and I've broken my 1-MS-Word-page-per-chapter rule.

A/N #2: This is from Hermione's POV... I've wanted to do this since long and today I did it... So, here we go...

Disclaimer (I swear this thing just popped up to disprove my 'here we go'): I am not Joanne Kathleen Rowling and I don't own Harry Potter. (well, duh!)

Hermione felt immense pleasure wash over her. It was one of those moments. It was a moment she truly loved. It was a moment where she could sit back and bask in the satisfaction of the genius and innovation of her plans. It was a moment when she felt like a visionary.

She had finally formulated the entire schedule of the press conference that was to be held. For some eccentric reason, she had been chosen to do the job. However, she did strongly suspect it was because of a recommendation from Mr. Weasley.

Presently, she was closing the files which contained her masterpiece and thinking at the same time (which wasn't that great of a surprise). She anticipated the look on Harry's face when she broke the news to him. Tut, tut, she chided herself. All work done for today. Think of something not related to it.

Obviously, she thought of Ron. After days of coaxing him, he had agreed upon an evening together. He was not much of the romantic type, to be honest. He was a straightforward person who wasn't much for sappiness. And she was giddy with love for him.

She Apparated to her home. The absence of her parents was tearing her. She grit her teeth and was determined not to spoil the day by crying. She had resolved to find them. She definitely would. And then it struck her! Magic! The magic she had used on them would leave traces. All she had to do was to ask the Australian Ministry of Magic for some help. Surely it would be a matter of hours for them to track her parents.

Before she knew it, her hands were flying across the piece of parchment that was now a ray of hope to her. She explained her situation to the Ministry, pleading them to help her. She described the circumstances that had forced her to Obliviate her parents. She explained how her efforts had not been wasted as Voldemort was now vanquished. They would have to help her. They would have to use valuable time of their most valuable warlocks for they had to search for a tiny speck of magic in an ocean. But they would have to help her. Her cause was noble. She kept insisting this to herself as her nimble handwriting etched itself on the paper. After Charming it to survive the journey, she tied the letter to the owl that the Ministry had provided her for the conference work (Oh well, they would understand), took a deep breath and sat down.

She had finally done it!

And she broke down. All these days she had been holding it inside herself. She had not allowed herself to succumb to grief. She did not want to do what Harry had almost done. So, she had stored all the sadness in a locked box and kept it all within her. All the pent-up tears exploded in deep sobs, amidst erratic breathing.

She had felt immensely guilty for having done this to her parents. The very parents who loved her so very much. She had erased all their memories of her and sent them away to another land without them having the knowledge of their own identities. It was so lowly that she wouldn't do this to an enemy, let alone her parents! But she had done it, had she not? It all had to be for the best, she assured herself, but in vain.

So engrossed was she in her grief that she did not notice the time fly. Her sobs were now dry. She couldn't even cry! She would feel better only when she would talk to her parents and tell them everything. She didn't notice the typical crack of Apparation amidst her lament.

A/N: Next chapter will have some/lots of (depending on my wish) Romione and Hermione's conversation with Harry about the press thing. The one after that has the actual event. I'd love to hear how this one was though, so please R&R! :D