Mum? Dad? We Need to Talk

by LogorrheicMorosophist

At age eighteen, Hermione Granger has been known as the brightest witch of her age. Realistically, she knows the choice she has to make is the smart one, but nobody told her it would be so hard. A double drabble in which Hermione talks to her parents before changing their memories. This is my first fanfiction. Please be nice.

I'm not asking for your permission to do this. I'm asking for your blessing.

Death Eaters are after me, and soon they will come after you.

Professor Dumbledore gave Harry a mission to defeat V-Voldemort. Ron and I are joining him.

I'm not going back to school this year. Dumbledore's dead. I'm a Muggleborn. Hogwarts isn't safe. Harry, Ron, and I, we have to do this.

I've arranged everything, so you won't need to worry about immigration or the house or the dental practice.

They'll find us if we all go into hiding. They'll try to get anything we know about Harry. I've told you too much.

If I survive, I'll return for you. If I don't, you won't know.

Please try to understand, Mum. He'll torture you until you're insane, and then he'll kill you. I've seen it happen. I can't let that happen to you.

I know you'd never betray me, Dad, but you won't have a choice. They have ways of obtaining information from unwilling informants.

You won't be wondering every day whether I'm alive. You won't remember me at all. I'm sorry, but I have to do this.

Obliviate.

Goodbye Mum. Goodbye Dad.

I love you.