Sister Anne left the cottage that had been home to Francis Arundel, who was actually Hermione Granger, and returned to Abbey. As she entered, she ran into the Mother Abbess. Startled, she put her hand to her mouth before saying, "Oh! Mother Sofia. I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to be out of your prayers so soon."

The Mother Abbess smiled kindly. "You had a gentleman caller."

Slightly scandalized, Anne shook her head. "He is a detective looking for a missing young woman. The photo he gave me proves that he is looking for Francis. I've just come from talking to her about it. I had planned on letting you know before he returned. He wishes to see if he can help her recover her memories."

"I see. How does Francis feel about this?"

"She was ecstatic. She wants the chance to regain some or all of what she lost."

Mother Sofia motioned for Anne to follow her, and they left the main hall. After walking just a few feet they turned to enter the Mother's office. "Please sit down, Sister Anne. We need to speak about something very important. I may have inadvertently overheard some of your conversation."

Anne paled. "Just how much?"

The Mother smiled again. "Not much more than I already knew. It confirmed that there is still a very strong population of magic users in England. That is something the Church has been kept in the dark about for the last few decades. It might surprise you to know that my own nonna was a witch. We are from Trento, Italy originally. I already knew your background."

"What will you do with this confirmation?"

"Nothing. Young Mr. Potter and his Hermione are heroes and as such deserve our respect. The Church no longer sees those using magic as evil or in need of purification. I will do what I need to do, to reunite those two young people. If, that it what they wish. I do not want either of them to be hurt more than they already are."

"Neither do I Mother Sofia. I have come to regard Francis as my real sister and knowing that Harry grew into such a fine young man warms my heart. His mother and I were fast friends. Sirius and I… well that is another story best left alone."

"Nonsense," said Mother Sofia. "Loving someone is not wrong. Even though you have taken your vows, remembering the love you once had is not forbidden. It should be cherished, and you should hold on to that. It will allow you to be more open when listening to those you will counsel in the future. None of us are perfect. We all fall short of His glory. It is the fact that we wake every day and struggle through the world to try and reach that perfection that makes us stronger." She poured a small glass of water and drank from it. "You will meet with Mr. Potter when he returns. I will precede you into Francis' cottage and the two of us will sit in whilst they reconnect. Perhaps our prayers will assist in her recovery?"

"Perhaps," agreed Anne. "Thank you, Mother Sofia. I will await Harry's return."

"Maybe, Sister, you should take a short sabbatical when this is over and return to your old world? I feel there is more that you need to let go of than even you realize."

Harry returned to Poor Clares as promised just a few hours later. He was met at the door by Sister Anne. "Good afternoon, Sister Anne. Is she willing to see me?"

"Yes, she is. Mother Sofia has just gone over to meet with her, and they are expecting us. She already knows about our backgrounds and is from a magical family herself."

Harry relaxed a bit. "Good. I was hoping that I wouldn't have to break the Statute to get this done. How did she react?"

"She was excited. Follow me." Sister Anne led Harry across the lot to the cottage and knocked on the door. Harry was very nervous and beginning to worry.

"Welcome Mr. Potter. Please come in," said an older woman as the door opened. "My name is Mother Sofia. Thank you for your diligence in searching for our dear Francis, or is it Hermione?"

Harry nodded. "Her birth name is Hermione. Yes. Although, Francis is lovely as well." He grinned as Mother Sofia stepped aside and he saw Hermione for the first time. Her hair was longer that it had ever been and the weight of it kept it from being too bushy. Her maroon and gold dress was amazing and made her even more beautiful to Harry.

Sister Anne followed him and closed the door behind them. When Harry looked at her questioningly, Mother Sofia spoke up. "We have a policy that no males are allowed to meet privately with a sister or one of our guests. I do hope you understand."

"Of course. For everyone's protection, physical and otherwise."

"Exactly. Mr. Potter, this is our Francis Arundel. Francis, this is Harry Potter. I do hope that this meeting will be fruitful and that everyone will get what God intends us to get. Sister Anne and I will adjourn to the nook. The two of you can sit out here in the living area."

Understanding that it wasn't a request, Harry nodded. He motioned for Francis/Hermione to go first. As she sat on the loveseat, he sat across from her in a straight-backed chair. The nuns moved to the eating nook and kept them in sight.

Harry pulled out another copy of the photo of Hermione. "This is what you looked like the last time I saw you. It has been quite a while. I'm sorry, I've never been the most tactful of people."

"It's quite all right. You say you knew me… before all of this?"

"Yes. You and I attended the same school. We were both eleven when we started, but your birthday is on September 19th and mine is July 31st. We were in almost all the same classes together and our school was divided into four houses. You and I were in the same house."

"What was the name of the school?"

"Well… This where things get weird. Please just bear with me as I explain the whole thing." Francis/Hermione nodded for him to keep going. "Do you believe in magic?"

"Do you mean magic done by illusionists like David Copperfield? Or do you mean magic as that done by witches?"

"The latter."

"No. I don't. Slight of hand and misdirection can be explained. I have never seen anything that I cannot explain or find an explanation for. Why are you asking this?"

Harry sighed. "I was afraid of this. Okay, there is a subset of our culture that exists where the members can perform magic to varying degrees. They are classed as witches and wizards. There have occasionally been warlocks, but they are rather rare. Our school is named Hogwart's. It is the top school of magic in Britain. There are some smaller, day schools but they are not in the same class as Hogwart's. There are school in other countries as well. You are a witch. I am a wizard. Now before you protest, I know you will want some sort of proof."

"Too right."

"I will not harm you," said Harry as he pulled his wand from his sleeve. He aimed at a small pile of books on the end table and said, "Wingardium Leviosa." The books began to float.

Francis/Hermione looked on in shock. "How?" She moved her hands all around the books to be sure there were no wires. "That isn't possible."

"Finite," said Harry, and the book dropped back to the table. "How about this? Orchideous." A large bouquet of orchids spring from the end of his wand. He handed them to her and let her make sure they were real. "There is so much more that can be done."

"But the physics…" She was so confused.

"I know. But your new friends can vouch for this if you feel the need to ask."

"Not yet. If you truly knew me, what is my name and where did I live?"

"Your birth name is Hermione Jane Granger. Your parents live in Crawley and are dentists. Completely non-magical. You were the smartest witch in our year and arguably the smartest in quite some time. When you were younger, you had buck teeth that your parents would not let you fix with magic. Then, there was an accident with magic where they grew several inches long and our school nurse repaired the spell damage and made them a normal size. We had another friend, Ron Weasley. He's still around. Red-headed git. All gangly and obsessed with food and sports."

"I saw a family of red-heads not long after I came here. There was a younger girl, and three older men. They were arguing and pointing at things like they were amazed."

"That would be the Weasleys. Ginny is the baby. Then Ron, George and most likely Bill. Did one of them have a fair number of scars on his face?"

"Yes!"

"Bill then. There were seven kids total. One passed away a couple years ago. They were all helping me look for you. We had more than thirty people scouring the country looking."

"So why didn't you find me?"

"A local police superintendent was a wizard. He attacked you and wiped your memories. He did not know who you were until he went to his contact for help in selling you. His contact in our government did and he helped cover it up. Both have been arrested. The superintendent was wiping the memories of witches and non-magical women for years and selling them into the sex slave market. When his contact saw who you were, he knew there was no way you could be sold without being recognized eventually. They conspired to drown you after wiping your memory."

"But I survived."

Sister Anne finished a prayer and spoke up," Harry, you need to tell her the whole story. Everything from the beginning. Unless you have a reversal for the obliviate spell, that's all you'll be able to do."

"I know. The Department of Mysteries has been working on a way to undo the spell without destroying the mind. I know the new spell, but no one has ever tried it on a person. Works great on mice, but no idea what will happen to us."

Hermione, as she was now trying to think of herself, sat quietly. She was trying to wrap herself around all this new, impossible information. "Say you do tell me everything and I don't get any memories back. What then? Do you just cast me away? Do you force me to come back and integrate?"

Harry ran his hand through his hair. "I dunno. I want you back. But I want you to be happy. Your parents want you back. Our friends want you back. I need you to come back to me."

"How good of a wizard are you Harry?"

"Power wise? I'm probably in the top one percent of all of us. Experience? After I tell you the full history, you can decide. I don't want to hurt you, Hermione. I wouldn't be able to keep going if I did."

"Tell me everything, then. Even things that aren't important. If I belong to your world, I need to know everything before I make up my mind."

"Okay. For us, it all started on the Hogwart's Express. A brilliant scarlet steam train that carried us from King's Square to Hogsmeade just down the hill from the school…"