A/N: I've been debating about what year the three are in, part of me wants it to be the sixth year part of me wants it to be their seventh year, then another part of me wants to make this for a non descript year. There is so much I want to reference in older books so I guess I won't make this a non descript year. I think I'll make this the 7th year.

"Hermione, are you ready, they'll be here any minute!" called Mrs. Granger.

"How will they be coming Hermione?" asked Mr. Granger, "Do you think I need to move the furniture from the fireplace?"

Hermione half smiled, the last time the Weasleys came to pick her up they came by floo powder and Fred and George ended up landing on the brand new coffee table. The Grangers were devastated. Mr. Weasley fixed the problem while Fred George and Ron helped Hermione with her bags.

"I don't know dad," called Hermione down the stairs.

"I'd better move the furniture just in case," commented Mr. Granger, not wanting the coffee table or anything else for that matter broken, despite how many times magic could fix it.

Hermione turned to go back to her room and ended up colliding with solid mass.

"Hello, Hermione," smiled Harry as he helped Hermione regain her balance.

"What?" asked Hermione in surprise.

"We apperated here," explained Ron who stood next to Harry.

Hermione beamed as she called down, "Dad, don't bother moving the furniture they are already here!"

"How can that be?" asked Mr. Granger coming to the bottom of the stairs looking up to see Hermione wit Ron and Harry on each side of her.

"They apperated," explained Hermione.

"Oh," nodded Mr. Granger with a vague understanding, he was very supportive of Hermione and her talents as a witch, in fact he was proud of her and her accomplishments but some of the magical stuff she did he did not always completely follow.

"Come on," beckoned Hermione to the boy as she led them to her room, "I'm almost done packing. I just need to throw a few more books into my trunk and put Crookshanks in his cage. How are we traveling back? We most certainly can't apperate my luggage."

"Ron brought some floo powder," explained Harry.

"I should have known," smiled Hermine as she dropped a few more books into her trunk.

It wasn't long until the three were down stairs with Hermione's trunk and the cage with Crookshank in it.

"So you are apperateing back out?" asked Mr. Granger getting up from his chair to say goodbye to Hermione.

"Actually we are taking the fireplace sir," answered Harry.

Mr. Granger immediately got a look on his face thinking of the coffee table.

"Not to worry," added Ron seeing the look on Mr. Granger's face, "None of your furniture will come to harm."

"That's good to know," nodded Mr. Granger.

"Ron, help me get thing into the fireplace," gestured Harry at Hermione's trunk.

"Sure," nodded Ron magically lighting a fire and throwing some floo powder into the fire place.

Both boys grunted as they hefted the trunk into the fireplace.

"What did you put in here 'Mione, an entire library?" grunted Ron still hefting the trunk.

"Need some extra help boys?" offered Mr. Granger.

"No I think we got it," answered Harry.

"Um Harry, I think I'm stuck," commented Ron.

"Yeah, I think so too. Can you at least reach the floo powder?"

"I think I can," groaned Ron as he tried to reach it, "I think I've got it."

"Here give it to me," commanded Harry taking the floo powder, "Mione and will be right behind you."

Ron nodded and then called out, "The Burrow!"

Ron disappeared and soot came shooting out of the fireplace. Mrs. Granger got a mortified look on here face realizing the amount of cleaning that was now before here.

"Harry you go on a head, take Crookshanks with you. I'll stay behind and use a clean to clean up the mess and apperate to the Burrow.

"Sounds like a good idea," nodded Harry, "Sorry about the mess Mr. and Mrs. Granger."

When Harry was gone with Crookshanks Hermione cast the spell and the house was spotless just as it was before the boys left. "Mom, Dad," weakly smiled Hermione, as she gave each parent a hug. Hernione's feelings that she was never going to see them again grew stronger.

"Take care dear," smiled Mrs. Granger as she watched her only daughter apperate away.