"Uh… Bill?" Hermione froze mid step.

"Yeah?" He was walking in front of her.

"What exactly am I going to say when we get there? I don't believe they would let us in without an explanation."

"Oh, the minister instructed me to say we are Government Officials. It won't be so hard." He smiled reassuringly.

"Ok." They got into a rented car. Hermione drove, being a muggle-born had its silver linings. Bill sat by her side, looking nervous. "Relax. I have license and… Oh, it's your first time on a normal car, right?" He nodded. His face got a green shade as she started driving, making her chuckle. "I guess it's the same feeling I had the first time I used a broom. You get used to it…" To distract him, she turned on the radio. She noticed it did make him stop worrying about the car but made him stare at the radio in awe. "For God's sake, Bill! Your father is a muggle enthusiast, you should be familiar with those by now!" He shrugged.

"I guess I never payed so much attention to those. But that is simply genius!"

"I can't believe I forgot how much simply listening to music is relaxing."

"We were at war Hermione. It is comprehensible. And you were hiding for the past eight months, saving my brother and Harry's asses!" With that they stopped talking, enjoying the music.

They had arrived in Australia an hour ago, met the minister who profusely thanked both for saving the whole world. The ministry headquarters was in a different state from where they were heading so it was arranged for them to floo to a wizard house nearby Hermione parents' home. It was a fifteen-minute car trip, soon they were in front of the house, the girl was deeply breathing trying to calm down.

"It's going to be ok, Hermione. You know it is. They will understand everything." Bill placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Ok, let's go." That was it. She was actually trying to convince herself that she shouldn't cry when she saw them, the girl missed them so much it hurt.

They knocked. A moment later her mother answered the door, completely oblivious that her daughter was standing right in front of her.

"Yes? How can I help you?"

"Good morning, Mrs. Granger. My name is Bill Weasley and this is my partner, Hermione Delacour." The girl felt her heart flutter by the mention of the veela surname. "We are here in the name of the UK government to interview you. I believe you received a call from our superiors." Bill smiled, trying to make himself believable. The woman smiled at them and let them in.

"Hermione, uh?" the brunette could only nod. She lost her voice as soon as she heard the woman's voice. "Beautiful name. Means messenger and derives from the Greek god Hermes. If I had a daughter that's how I would name her. Hermione, Hermione Granger." With a deep breath, the girl managed to keep herself from crying. She smiled to the woman and quietly said thank you.

"Who was it, darling?" A men's voice sounded from another room.

"The government officials." She smiled when the man found his way to her side and shook hands with the newcomers.

"Oh, right! Please take a seat. Would you like some tea?" The man motioned the armchairs and left to where if seemed to be the kitchen when both accepted the offering. He came back with four cups and a teapot in a tray and sat by his wife's side after serving them all. Bill and Hermione had made sure to have their wands in hand when they sat down. Looking at the redhead, the wise girl saw him perform a relaxing spell wordlessly. The couple in front of them visibly relaxed and smiled at them. They put down their cups just as Hermione and Bill had just done.

With a slight nod, both wizards begun the spell. Actually there were a series of intricate spells, the first made the receivers fall asleep. Smiling, Hermione finished the spell, waking them up. The older couple opened their eyes and looked around them, confused. The woman was the first to be fully awake and looked at her daughter slightly confused.

"Hermione Jean Granger! You better explain us why we thought you didn't exist for more than eight months! And who the hell is this Delacour person you apparently married?" Hermione flinches at her full name mention and sat down again.

"Uh, I think I should go. Hermione, I will be at the Jones' house, ok? When you are ready, meet me there." She nodded, wanting him to stay but she knew it was something she had to do by herself. He gave her a reassuring smile. "Pleasure to meet you." He said to her parents and disapparated.

"I think I will never get used to it." Her father said, referring to the redheads vanishing.

"Well?"

"Uhm, first I want to apologize, I know I shouldn't have done that with you." With one deep breath, Hermione looked to her parents, apologetically but determined. "Since my fourth year the wizarding world has been at war. One of the worst dark wizards returned to full forces, Voldemort. He attacked Harry after the last Triwizard Tournament task, and regained his forces, which he lost the night he tried to kill Harry and left him an orphan. I didn't tell you that because I believed that if you knew it, you would take me out of Hogwarts."

"Of course!" Mrs. Granger squealed.

"Well, this war remained covered until Dumbledore died. He was the only person that could bring fear to Voldemort. After that, he took over the Ministry of magic and begun persecuting anyone that opposed him. And that meant most of the people I know in the magical world. Harry was the number one enemy for him and so were his friends, meaning me and Ron. After I left home to the Burrow, they attacked us there even though it might have been the most guarded house in UK." Hermione looked away at this point, not standing to look at the horror expressions her parents had. "I managed to flee from there, with Harry and Ronald. I had a plan, you see? After spending so many years getting into trouble thanks to them I knew I had to be ready to anything. The minute I took Harry from the burrow I knew I was too public enemy, and I knew I had to protect you. So, I went home the same night and…" She was in a loss of words. How would she say it?

"Erased you from our minds and induced us to come to Australia." Her mother's eyes were full of tears.

"I'm sorry!" Hermione felt like a kid again, asking for forgiveness for breaking something. She soon felt her mother's embrace, soothing her. Only then she realized she was crying.

"It's ok. As long as you promise that you won't keep us from your like again." The older woman said. Hermione saw herself nodding. When she felt like she could breathe again, she continued.

"The three of us were hiding for about eight months, doing what we could to come up with something to defeat Voldemort. A week ago, we came to an agreement. We needed to get into Hogwarts." She explained to them what transpired on the final battle. Carefully excluding the part that Harry had been killed, she was aware that they would freak out. "While we were hiding, professor McGonagall went home to protect you two and discovered that you weren't there anymore. When she got the news of what I had done, she begun looking for you and to research the counter spell for the Obliviate one. And here we are. I left Hogwarts as soon as I could."

"My daughter is a war hero!" Mr. Granger exclaimed, proudly.

"So, I guess the man that was here, Bill Weasley, came to help you with the counter spell?" Hermione nodded. "And that when he introduced you as Hermione Delacour, he just said the first name that came into his mind as he couldn't say Granger?" The younger girl felt her face turn scarlet.

"I guess." She mumbled.

"Oh, so Delacour is a real person?" Her mother smiled as she nodded, slowly.

"She is a friend." Trying to fool her mother.

"I'll leave it be. But if it is important, I want you to talk to us. If not you father, then me only…"

"Mom!"

"Well now, when will we be able to know everyone? I guess that seven years without knowing them is kind of too much." Her father said, smiling at his daughter and wife.

"We can go today, headmistress McGonagall made some adjustments on the school's protections so that muggle parents could go there."

"Perfect!" Her mother smiled. "I guess we should pack."

"Uh, no need." Hermione smiled, embarrassed. "The Minister insisted on having a group of wizards to move you back home. If that's what you want, of course."

"Well, of course we want! I was actually growing bored here in Australia." Her father smiled at her.

When both of her parents were ready, they went to the house Bill referred to. It was the one they got there. It didn't take long for them to be in the Australian Ministry, preparing to enter the fireplace again and floo back to UK.

"Miss Granger!" She heard someone call her. In less than a second she had her wand in hand, a war habit. As was Bill, both protecting her parents. "Oh, I'm sorry. I must have startled you. I'm deeply sorry!" The man in front of them was the Australian Minister.

"We are sorry, sir. War habit." She said apologetically.

"I can see why you are a war hero!" He said, smiling. "I was wandering if you could sign these photos. My niece was actually born in England you see? She was in Hogwarts last year but her parents decided to come live here because of the war. Apparently, you helped her while there and she really admires you! When she heard you was on the battle and that you helped saving so many lives she was thrilled. I wanted to make a surprise to her, since I couldn't tell her that I would meet you…" Hermione's face was completely scarlet. She never imagined that happening.

"Is she in school?" She asked, not being able to actually answer him.

"Oh, yes. She's a third year now. She might actually be coming back home today…" He answered.

Hermione looked at her parents and Bill asking a silent question. They only nodded. "Well, I would like very much to meet her. What time you think she will be back?"

The man smiled and looked at his watch. "She might be home by now… I could fletch her there and bring her, so she can meet you"

"That would be wonderful!"

When the man got back with the girl, Hermione noticed that she kind of remembered herself when younger. The girl was carefully carrying a rather big book, and smiled widely. When she asked if Hermione could sign the book, the wise girl smiled at its title.

"I guess I'm not the only one that reads 'Hogwarts: A History'…" She whispered to herself, signing the copy. She handled the girl the book. "I have to go now, Amelie. It was a pleasure to meet you." She smiled to the girl. "Thank you for everything, Minister." She helped her parents to get into a fireplace, explained once more what they had to say and entered one, holding the floo powder.


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