Okay so it's gonna be more than two chapters. I changed my mind :P R&R ifyouwill, please and thanks :)

Two Weeks Later- Hermione POV

It had been about two weeks since Ron and I had left the Burrow for Australia. We had found my parents, but I was having trouble getting their memories back. They were beginning to remember some of the most recent memories of me, but I'm beginning to think they may never remember the majority of my childhood.

Ron and I…well, we were fighting a lot. Both of us were regretting telling Harry not to come. I don't know why, but we don't fight as much when we're with Harry. Ron was getting more impatient because we're doing everything the muggle way, and I just know that if Harry was here Ron would be much happier, having something to do while I'm doing 'lessons' with my parents.

Our worst fight was about three days into the trip. I had done the first three lessons on my own, fearing that bringing Ron would just complicate things. I managed to get them to remember Hogwarts, and some conversations, and their parents' name. I had just spent an hour trying to get my parents to remember the school I went to before Hogwarts. I was so glad that they remembered it! So I then invited Ron over, deciding they could handle meeting him, and before I could even introduce him, my mum said, "So you're Harry! Hermione always had something good to say about you. In fact, most of the conversations that I can remember involve you!"

I bet you can understand why he was angry, seeing as he has problematic jealousy issues. I told him, of course they remember him, we always had a situation with Harry so on breaks I'd tell them about it!

It was a big mistake asking Harry not to come.

Harry POV

"AUGH! BLOODY-" Miss Nottingham looked at me with stern eyes. "Sorry," I mumbled. Her stupid cat looked at me. If it could speak, I knew it'd be laughing. The dumb thing waltzed right in front of me, purposefully tripping me. I had moved into Miss Nottingham's house, an old lady with five cats and a really bad temper. It was a horrible place, I lived in the basement and the only way you could get to it was through the front door, meaning I had to see Miss Rotted-ham's stupid cats every time I left or entered. It was terrible, but it was the only place I could afford on such short notice.

I missed Ron and Hermione terribly. That doesn't mean I'm not hacked off that they chose to go without me. I would give anything to be back at the three broomsticks with them, or playing Quidditch with Ron at the burrow, bloody hell I even miss Hermione nagging me about leaving my stuff lying around.

As much as I missed them, I was also dreading them coming back. What if they've decided they don't need me anymore? Or that they fight less with me not around?

I sat down on my chair in the basement. It smelled like cat. I knew the bloody git let her cat into my room.

Ron POV

I can't believe we told Harry not to come. It was hell! At least if he'd been there it would break the tension. And I might not have had to go to those boring lessons all the damn time! Don't get me wrong; what Hermione's doing is great… But I miss my best mate. Hermione's always busy with lessons, so she can't (and definitely wouldn't) go get tanked at the nearest pub. Harry took me to one of those a while back. It was brilliant… until I nearly chundered from all the alcohol.

Anyways. I can't wait till all this is over so we can go home… and go…erm…apologize.