Oh. My. God. What's it been, like, a year now? I'm terribly sorry for not writing, but school went crazy. And then I promptly forgot about this story over the summer. Whoops. But fear not, dear Potterheads, I am back. Let us commence the storytime!

Harry's POV

Hey mate,

Not sure how to start this really.

Okay. Hermione and I are miserable. It's like we can't get along without you (Although that might just be because there's nobody around here to get wasted with). She's downright depressed because things aren't going as she planned, but hey, we've told her to keep her hopes down because it avoids disappointment, but she just never listens. She's no fun when she's moody. You bloody well know that though.

So yeah… I really just wanted to apologize. We miss you. A lot. And it was a right mistake telling you not to come. I don't know when we'll be back yet, I already tried to escape a couple of times but Hermione's caught me.

I'm joking. I wouldn't do that to her.

Also, mum told me to tell you that she wants to go back to the Burrow. She's in a tizzy without you there… you know she considers you a son. And nice don't even bother telling me you're happy where you live, I spoke to Dean and he says you're miserable where you live! Is it really true she's got ten cats?

Love,

Ron

I stared at the letter for what seemed like forever. I didn't know what to make of it. A part of me was whooping inside disgustingly, crying, "Yes! They're just as miserable as I am!" And another part of me was thanking any god that ever was that they need me too.

But now I had to deal with the current problem at hand. What to do? Make them wait out the guilt of ditching me, or go to them and rejoice that yes, the "Great Harry Potter" has friends again? I couldn't just go back to the Burrow- although I miss the Weasley's dearly, I couldn't just show up like, "Here I am, can I have my old room back?" That would be awful and embarrassing- and I don't think I could stay there without Ron.

So, it's final. I'm going to Australia.

I'm already dreading it.

Hermione's POV

"Auuuurgh, damn! Why won't you just stay up you mother fu- Oh, mum! I didn't see you there!" I blushed and wobbled, falling on my bum in the dirt. My mum looked at me, half amused and half scorning.

"I see you're having trouble with the bluebells," She laughed, kneeling down in the dirt beside me. "You need to tie them to the stick, they won't stick up by themselves just yet, dear." She jabbed a wooden stake into the ground and gently tied the flowers to it. "They're still weak little dears." I rolled my eyes. Only my mother considered flowers to be nearly human. I sat, watching her graceful hands- even beautiful covered in dirt- gently pat down the soil around her flowers. She became quite the gardener since moving to Australia. She sat down and looked at me. "You seem sad, dear. Penny for your thoughts?"

I shook my head. "No, its… it's too complicated." I looked at her. She raised an eyebrow and patted me on the knee.

"C'mon dear, sometimes you need some help to find a solution for the difficult things." I sighed, and began telling her of my black haired best friend and how I abandoned him. I had to start from the beginning, and when I was done the sky had turned a collage of pinks and reds and yellows. Her face would crinkle at some points in the story, obviously trying to remember things; maybe feeling as if she'd already heard some of these stories.

"I remember." I paused.

"What?"

"I remember- not everything, but it's like- these little tiny fragments of memory are being pulled together, even the small things, like parks we used to visit when you were young and your favourite colour and that horrible stuffed otter that you wanted to carry with you everywhere when you were a child!" She looked shocked, almost as much as I felt. "Dear, I remember! Everything's being pieced together!"

I sat there, completely and utterly shocked. She stood up and grasped me, pulling me to my feet. "Love I remember him! I remember all the times you talked to me about him, all the stories you had of him and you and Ron together!" She threw her arms around me, so tight I could barely breathe. I felt tears well up and pour down my face- she hadn't hugged me like that since I was sixteen, she had barely touched me since she discovered who I was. And now here she was, hugging me!

I grasped onto her, crying and sobbing and she was laughing and holding onto me like she would never let go of me, and it was the best feeling in the world. Here I was, thinking I needed to ease them into remembering things, when just telling her everything at once from the beginning sparked the return of her memories!

All of a sudden, she let go and pulled back. Her eyes were wide with delight and she grasped my face, and said, "We have to tell your father!" And with that, we ran into the house.

… Excuse my awful writing skills but I accidentally switched to third person in this next part. Whoops. …

It took them a while, but after retelling essentially Hermione's whole life, her father remembered. Not everything, but most things. My parent's brains couldn't really handle the massive influx of memories and information, and they fell asleep around eight o'clock. Ron was relieved, and trying to persuade Hermione to go the pub with him to celebrate.

"C'mon 'Mione, we haven't been out in ages! We'll just go and relax, let go a bit, okay?" He said.

"Ron, really, I'm so tired! I just want to sleep-"

"Bloody hell Hermione, you never want to do anything! I know we came here for the purpose of bringing back their memories but they're back now! Lets go out, have fun for once!" He interrupted, clearly upset. A third voice joined the argumen- ahem, conversation.

"Well, mate, Hermione's always been a bit of a tosser when it comes to getting sloshed but I for one wouldn't mind getting a drink-woah!" He was cut off by the sheer force of Hermione throwing her arms around Harry's neck, screaming in delight.

"HARRY! When did you get here? Did you get our letters?! I can't believe you're here, in Australia! At my parents house!"

"Jesus Hermi-"

"Are you hungry? Have you eaten?! Do you need something to eat?! To drink?! Are you tired, we don't have an extra bed but you can take ours for tonight!"

"No, Hermione I'm fine I just-"

"But how did you find us?! Did it take long?! Did you move back to the Burrow yet? Did you-"

"God Hermione, let him breathe!" Ron intervened, pulling Hermione off of their friend. He looked solemnly at Harry, guilt clouding his face. "How've you been, mate?" He shuffled awkwardly.

Harry studied his shoes. "Y'know, been working a bit. Not much. Just uh- I got your letter. Thought I might pop by to check if you two had killed each other yet." Hermione stood still, hands clasped in front of her face, anxiously listening to their conversation.

"Ah, well. That's good." Ron said, putting his hands in his pockets. The three of them all stood awkwardly, not knowing what to say next. It was of course, Hermione that broke the ice. She eyed them carefully for a moment, and the next thing they knew Hermione had thrown her arms around both of their necks and brought them in for a tight hug.

"We missed you so much Harry and we're absolute rubbish friends to tell you not to come with us and I'm so sorryweshouldhaveneverdoneth atand-"

"Breathe, Hermione!" Ron and Harry exclaimed at the same time, both struggling to take in oxygen as Hermione's arms were constricting their lungs. They all silenced and stared at each other for a moment.

And then they all erupted into laughter.

Wheew glad that's done- it only took my whole Sunday. Ah well, biology, world history, and maths can wait. x) I hope you liked this! I'll try to update it more frequently, I promise x)