The canonical characters from the "Harry Potter" books and movies belong to Joanne K. Rowling, as does the Wizarding World and all associated concepts. Ms. Rowling is utterly unaware that I or my stories exist, and is probably happier for it. This story is written to serve as nothing more than an outlet for one of my hobbies. I'm doing it because I felt like it and am not planning to realize any sort of monetary award for it.
The plot for "Harry Potter & The Search For Peace" is mine.
Harry sat peacefully in the corner of the room, listening to Ron and George discussing some new idea for the joke shop. George was really keen on opening it again. He and Fred had promised each other that the shop would be reopened after the war, no matter what happened. In another corner of the room, Hermione was going over her book on Memory Charms; she wanted to be absolutely prepared when she reversed the charms on her parents the next day.
The Trio, along with the George and Ginny had come to Sydney, Australia to find Hermione's parents. Mr Weasley had insisted that George and Ginny accompany them, stating that these two needed a to distract themselves from everything that had happened. Kingsley had easily arranged for the Portkeys. The Australian Ministry of Magic had grandly welcomed them. They were thanked for getting rid of Voldemort. While Australia had not been much affected by the Dark Lord, they were glad that he was gone.
The five of them were now settled in a Muggle Hotel – the boys in one room, the girls in another – they had spent the entire day in one, the girls would leave only to sleep. The Ministry had taken care of all the expenses as a token of thanks. They had even arranged for a Portkey to take them to the house of Wendell and Monica Wilkins. There were also maps that would guide them around the city – both muggle and magical.
Harry felt Ginny sitting next to him. "It's good to see George taking an interest in opening the shop, isn't it?" Harry nodded. "How have you been, Harry?" she asked. They had not had a lot of conversation at the Burrow. Harry liked to remain silent and mourn those who had gone. The few conversations he had had were with Ron and Hermione, and sometimes with the Mr and Mrs Weasley.
Harry wanted to say that he was fine but he knew Ginny would catch his lie as easily she could catch a Quaffle. He was not fine. He couldn't help feeling that he could have somehow saved many lives. The only happy times he had had after the war, were when he was playing with his Godson. Voldemort came in his dreams every night, reminding him that every life lost was his fault. He told all this to Ginny. She listened patiently.
"You know, after my first year, I was afraid of going back to Hogwarts. I had caused so much trouble, I was afraid that everyone would hate me."
"But it wasn't your fault, you were tricked by a Dark Wizard."
"But I should have told someone. I should have realized it was me."
"But you couldn't. You did not know. You were young and afraid. You had no way of knowing that you were being possessed."
Ginny smiled, "And you had a way of knowing that you had a piece of his soul, right?" Harry looked at her gobsmacked. Her bright brown eyes were filled with mirth. Harry's heart was filled with a powerful emotion.
"It is going to be fine, Hermione. You are the brightest witch of our age. There is no way you wouldn't be able to reverse the charm," Ron consoled Hermione. They had ten minutes before the portkey took them to her parents' house. The night had passed too quickly for Harry's liking. He and Ginny had talked for hours. She had talked about a horrible year at Hogwarts. He had shared how miserable he felt during the Horcrux Hunt. They both had confessed missing each other. Harry didn't know how it had actually happened but they were together again. Oh! He knew how it had happened; she had kissed him again.
"I am not just worried about the charm. What if they hate me for changing their memory?" Harry's attention was pulled back by Hermione. "They won't, Hermione. They will understand. They are your parents," Ron reassured her.
The portkey took them to their destination. It was a secluded corner of the street. Hermione led them to the house her parents were supposed to be in. Harry looked at the house in front of him. It was a simple two storey house with a garden. He could hear Hermione muttering the incantation under her breath. Ron rang the bell.
The door was opened by a woman with dark brown hair, green eyes, and pale skin. Hermione was ready with her wand. She spoke the incantation and Harry could see realization drawing up in Mrs Granger's eyes. She looked at them all, recognizing them from Diagon Alley or King Cross or maybe the photographs Hermione might have shown her. Harry could see numerous questions in her eyes but Hermione convinced her to wait.
Soon Harry found himself sitting with Hermione's parents, while Hermione narrated the story of the past year. Ginny and George were sitting with him, although Ron sat with Hermione, supporting her as and when she needed.