"It's Harry, isn't it?"

"Yes ma'am. Harry Potter."

"Of course! Harry dear, how are you? Hermione's told us so much about you. Naturally, we've not seen you for some time what with school and that-"

"Who is it love?" A voice called from within, causing Mrs Granger to stop mid-sentence.

"One of Hermione's friends, Dave!" She called to her husband. Then to Harry: "Come on in dear; let's not leave you on the doorstep. Come on now."

Harry shuffled in, feeling slightly nervous. He'd never been in Hermione's home before. Hell, he'd never met Hermione's parents before! What was I thinking? Oh hello Mr and Mrs Granger, your daughter and I were going out – oh yeah and I annoyed her, she broke up with me and ran away. Know where she is? Like that would work. He entered their living room and Mr Granger stood up to meet him. He shook his hand and sat down.

"Well, dear, what brings you here?" Mrs Granger asked gently. "Would you like a drink?"

"Oh, yes please. Thank you very much Mrs Granger."

"Well boy, you're quite a favourite with my little girl. What is it we can do for you?" Mr Granger spoke up as his wife went to make Harry a drink.

Harry cringed; Mr Granger seemed to be a typically protective father. Great, just what I need, an overprotective father and a dentist to boot. I'll be lucky if I get out with any teeth at this rate…

"Well, Sir, the thing is-"

"Call me Dave."

"Thanks, er, Dave. Well, you see, the thing is, me and Herm- I mean Hermione and I, well we, we were, pretty good friends…" Harry started.

To his surprise Mr Granger slapped his knee in mirth and guffawed. "Oh son! You had me going there! You're Hermione's boyfriend aren't you? Well, why didn't you say so?" Mr Granger laughed further and Harry blushed.

"Now Dave, stop teasing the poor boy. You're making him uncomfortable." Mrs Granger reproved her husband. "Here you go dear, lemonade. Sugar-free."

"Thank you Mrs Granger. I was just telling your husband about Hermione and I."

"Oh! Of course! You're going out aren't you?" Mrs Granger nodded.

"You knew?" Mr Granger looked at his wife in surprise.

"Of course! Hermione – what do you call it – owled me as soon as they got together. Rather sweet if you ask me. She was deliriously happy Harry."

"Oh." Was all Harry could say. He cleared his throat. "Have you, seen Hermione recently? Or heard from her?" Harry spoke tentatively.

"Oh yes! Why, we got a letter from her back in June – she said exams were over, school was finished and her and some of her friends would be flat-sharing until they had good jobs and could get places of their own. Do you like it Harry? Hermione was rather vague, she mentioned you of course, and a couple of girls – Ginny and Parvati I think their names were. She said she'd contact us when the move was over and you'd all got your house straight. Why do you ask dear? Surely you see Hermione every day?" Mrs Granger was perplexed.

Harry's head shot up out of the Pensieve and he gasped, letting the memory wash over him again. Mrs Granger's soft voice "She said she'd contact us when the move was over" rolled round and round in his head.

He thought fast. Last time he'd seen the Grangers it was the beginning of August. It was now practically the end of August. Despite going in June, Hermione had obviously not contacted her parents by the time he had gone to see them. Could she have visited them between then and now? Very likely, he thought. After all, she wrote that when she was settled she would go and see them. But if she's seen them, then why didn't they let you know? A voice in his head niggled at him. Harry frowned, the Grangers would surely have told him – after all, he was as anxious as they were for Hermione. Suddenly he realised. How could they have contacted him, even if they'd wanted to? They didn't know his address, he had no telephone at either his home at Grimmauld Place and he knew the Weasleys didn't have one. As Muggles they could not Apparate, their fireplace was not connected with the Floo and they didn't have an owl.

Harry felt like kicking himself. For all he knew the Grangers could know exactly where she was by now, and all this time they'd just be waiting, hoping that Harry would come back and tell them. He was about to Apparate when another thought occurred to him: The Grangers needed to be able to reach him. Smiling at his idea, he went downstairs to find Arthur Weasley sitting at the kitchen table.

"Hello Harry. And how are you this afternoon?" Arthur began jovially.

Harry grinned. "Better than ever thanks Mr Weasley. I've just had an idea –"

"Uh oh!" A scared expression crossed Mr Weasley's face. "Sorry Harry, it's just with a household full of boys, when one of them says something like that then Molly and I expect trouble."

Great start Harry, you want a favour and he thinks you're up to something. Time for the charm. Harry laughed politely. "I understand. Mr Weasley, I need a favour doing. It would be of great help to me and I thought, as you work at the Ministry-"

"This isn't something illegal is it?" Mr Weasley asked suspiciously.

"Oh no! Nothing that could get you into trouble. I just want a Floo Connection setting up please Sir."

Arthur's face relaxed as he sighed in relief. "Harry! Of course you can have a Floo Connection! Was that all? Oh really! Hang on – Grimmauld Place is connected to the Floo already isn't it?" A slight frown appeared.

"Yes Sir, it is. But it's not for Grimmauld Place. It's for the Grangers' home, so they can Floo in and out of the wizarding world. They need it to visit their daughter."

Arthur smiled. "Nice try Harry. You mean you want them to have a Floo Connection so that you can visit the Grangers and encourage them to visit you so you can keep tabs on their daughter."

Harry blushed but didn't say anything. He looked sheepishly at the floor and Arthur Weasley chuckled.

"Although having said that," he continued, "it would be nice to be able to visit Dave and Jane, find out how their Muggle house works… yes I reckon it should be possible. After all, the only reason Muggles don't have Floo is because they are Muggles. Dave and Jane have a witch for a daughter, so they know all about the wizarding world. Yes, I think that should be easy to organise. In fact I can do that myself – when were you planning on installing it?"

I love you Arthur Weasley… "As soon as possible Mr Weasley. Thank you." Harry could hardly keep the grin off his face.

Arthur Weasley smiled back. "Well it's not everyday the Boy Who Conquered wants a favour is it?" He winked at Harry. "This Thursday at 10?"

"Great! Thanks Mr Weasley." He punched the air excitedly.