141. Dumbledore and Grindelwald

**Hermione's POV**

"Why are you reading that anyways, 'Mione? You hate Skeeter" Fred mumbled.

"I don't know. Bagshot told Skeeter stuff about Dumbledore. I want to see what she told her" I said going back to the book.

"Alright. Have fun reading, Love. I'm gonna go to sleep. Wake me up whenever" Fred kissed my forehead and fell asleep a minute later.

This is absolutely horrible! Bagshot is very close to Dumbledore. How could she do this to him? How did Skeeter even know Bagshot knew him?

After like a half an hour later, I restarted the book, making sure I didn't miss anything.

"Feeling any better?" I asked Harry as he and George walked over to me and Fred.

"You've outdone yourself this time, Hermione" Harry smiled sitting across from me and Fred. "The Forest of Dean."

"I came once with Mum and Dad, years ago" I said. "It's just how I remember it. The tees, the river, everything. Like nothing's changed."

"Hermione, if this is about-" George started.

"No, George," I said.

"Anyways, not true of course. Everything's changed. I brought my parents back here, now they probably wouldn't recognize any of it" I said. "Not the trees, not the river... Not even me."

Harry took a deep breath and I said "Maybe we should just stay here, guys. Grow old."

"Wake up your fiancé, Hermione" George chuckled watching Fred.

"Fred. Wake up" I said.

"I only wake up immediately on our Anniversary, Love. Later" Fred mumbled.

"Fred, it's our Anniversary" I rolled my eyes.

"Happy Anniversary!" He shot right up.

"It's not our Anniversary, Fred. It was yesterday" I laughed.

"Why'd you wake me up?" He whined laying back next to me.

"Because Harry and George are here" I pointed to them.

"Morning sunshine" Harry waved.

"Morning" Fred yawned, putting his arm around me.

"What's up?" I asked sitting up.

"It's about the boy at Miss Bagshot's house" Harry said.

"Oh of course. You wanted to know who the boy in the photograph was. I know" I said.

"Really?" Harry asked.

"Yes. Gellert Grindelwald" I said and I handed Harry the book and it showed pictures of Grindelwald and Dumbledore.

"He's the thief I saw in Gregorovitch's Wand Shop" Harry said. "Speaking of which" Harry looked at me, "Where is my wand?"

I took a deep breath and looked away.

"Where's my wand. Hermione?" Harry repeated.

I took in another deep breath and removed the blanket from me and Fred and I took his wand pieces that were in my pocket.

"As we were leaving Godric's Hollow, I cast a curse and it rebounded. I'm so sorry, Harry" I handed him the pieces. "I tried to mend it, but wands are different."

"It's done," Harry said. "Leave me yours, as for you three, go inside. Get warm."

Harry stood up and added, "I'll take the locket as well, Hermione."

"Are you sure, Harry?" I asked him to hand me my wand and the locket.

"Pretty sure" He nodded with a slight smile.

"See you in the morning, Mate" Fred handed him the blanket and he, George, and I went inside.

"Should we really leave him alone?" I asked sitting across from George with Fred.

"If we go back, Harry will tell us to go back and won't stop until we go," George said, putting his feet on the coffee table.

"He'll be fine, 'Mione. Don't worry" Fred out his arm around me and laid back.