Disclaimer: not mine. Wish it was but sadly no.

A/N: Sorry it took so long. Of course as soon as I got this back from my wonderful beta Memory Wolf, my internet went out. Finally got it up and I'm already working on chapter 4.

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Charlie snapped out of his trance-like stare. "Please come in Hermione." He stepped out of the way and let Hermione in. Bella and the boys followed and entered the living room and took a seat. Charlie was still staring at Hermione as if he expected her to disappear.

Hermione shifted uncomfortably, "Mr. Swan-"

Charlie interrupted her, "Please, call me Charlie."

"Alright Charlie." Charlie smiled softly at this.

"You have grown up. I think the last time you were here you were about 10 years old I believe." Said Charlie as he continued to stare at her.

Hermione shifted uncomfortably. "Yes, I believe it was. When was the last time you saw my parents?"

Charlie sat and thought for a minute. "Well, Harold last came over 18 months ago. He would visit about once a year or so and we would go fishing. He would generally come around the end of September and always had a picture of you with him. A few times your mom came with him but mostly it was just him." Charlie rambled on.

Hermione looked around the room. She noticed Bella and Edward sitting on the couch very close, so close that it almost seemed as if Bella was in his lap. Charlie was also eyeing them with a frown. Jasper was sitting on the other end of the couch, his body tense; it almost looked as if he was ready to bolt out the door.

"Charlie, you said my dad left the key to the house with you." Mentioned Hermione.

"Oh yes." Said Charlie as he stood up and took his keys off the hook by the door. "Harold would leave it with me since I usually pick him up from the airport." Charlie held the key out to her as if he was hesitant to give it to her.

Hermione took the key from him and held it close. "I hope you don't think me rude but I think I would like to just go to the house and get settled in."

Before Charlie could answer, Bella jumped up with Edwards hand in hers. "We'll take her there." Bella started to pull Edward out of the house.

Hermione stood up and quickly shook Charlie's hand before she followed Bella and Edward with Jasper behind her. Bella and Edward were waiting for them and as soon as Hermione made it out the door Bella started walking down the driveway pass the cars confusing Hermione.

"Bella, I thought we were going to the house."

"We are." Bella called over her shoulder as she continued to walk down the street and almost tripped over her own feet. Bella blushed and turned around to face forward as she continued down the street. Just a few blocks down the road, they took a right and saw a modest two story house. You could tell that the house had once been white but years of not having a regular resident had taken it's toll on the once beautiful Victorian house. The paint was starting to chip and flake off. As Hermione climbed the porch stairs they creaked under her feet. Hermione stood in front of the door and took a deep breath before inserting the key into the lock and turning it. The door unlocked easily with a soft click and Hermione gently pushed the door open. Reaching for the light switch Hermione flipped it on and the entryway was lit by a soft light. As Hermione stood taking it all in you could see the inside was a lot better taken care of than the outside. Pictures of Hermione growing up hung on the walls. There were even a few of her with Ron and Harry that Colin had taken near the beginning of their sixth year. Before Ron got together with Lavender. Before Dumbledore died. Before they had become the most wanted in the British Wizarding World.

Bella knocking into one of the small side tables brought Hermione out of her sad musings.

"Are these boys here the Harry and Ron you spoke of?" asked Jasper as he looked at one of the pictures from sometime around their 4th year.

"Yes. The red head is Ron and the boy with glasses is Harry." Said Hermione with a small smile.

"I see." Said Jasper looking away as he continued down the hallway to the picture she was standing in front of. Jasper stared at the picture for a few minutes until Edward's coughing snapped him out of his own musings.

"Now that Hermione is safely at her house why don't we leave her so she can get settled" Said Bella

Hermione seemed kind of shocked but a little glad at the abrupt suggestion that they leave.

"You really don't have to." Hermione said politely, hoping they would still leave.

"I think it's best. You must be exhausted from the trip." Said Bella trying to steer the boys towards the door.

"Yes, I guess I am." Said Hermione relieved.

"So we will leave you to rest. Oh, Charlie wants to take you out to dinner, if you feel up to it." Said Bella as they neared the door.

"Okay. It's not necessary though." Said Hermione.

"He wants to. It was the only way I could convince him to not cook for you." Bella said with a small chuckle.

"Alright. What time?" asked Hermione.

"How about six o'clock?" asked Bella

"Sounds good." Replied Hermione and with that the three teenagers left Hermione alone in a strange house that still held touches of her parents.

After being left alone, Hermione started to wonder around the house. First she entered the living room. A large family portrait hung above the mantel of the fireplace. As Hermione stopped in front of the fireplace she raised her hand and rested it against the light wood of the frame. Tears fell from her eyes as she stared at the portrait of her family. Her father stood with his arm around her mother's waist and her mother standing so tall and proud. Both had large smiles on their faces. Standing in front of them, right in the middle, was a 16 year old Hermione. Her father's left hand was on her left shoulder and her mother, the same on the right. Hermione's hand slowly fell from the portrait to the mantle and her eyes followed. All across the mantle were pictures of her and her parents. On the far left a picture of the day she was born. Her mother holding her while sitting up in bed while her father sat on the edge with his arms around Hermione's mother. He wasn't even looking at the camera. He was too busy staring at the bundle wrapped in a pink blanket in the arms of the woman he clearly loved. The next picture was a little girl no more than three years old sitting in a chair too large for her with a large book open on her lap. The next was again a family picture. This time the little girl was a few years older, probably about five. The small family stood outside a dentist's office that had a large bright "Grand Opening" sign hanging up front. The next was the girl at the same age with a small back pack holding a pink lunchbox. It was obviously her first day of school. The next one held a picture of an 11 year old Hermione holding her acceptance letter from Hogwarts. This picture was taken the day after Professor McGonagall came and explained everything to her and her parents. That was when they realized how important that letter was. There were a few more pictures of Hermione and her parents in different places they went on vacation through the years. The last picture however was slightly larger than the rest. It was a picture of a young brown haired woman standing with a young man. He wore a traditional black and white tux while the woman had on a beautiful white full ball gown. The veil carefully falling from the simple up do the woman wore. This was a picture of Hermione's parents on their wedding day. Finally sitting on the very end was a small silver bowl. In this bowl was a small amount of powder. Seeing this bowl reminded Hermione of her promise to Harry. Hermione lifted the bowl from the mantel and sank to her knees. Hermione took a deep breath and took out her wand and lit a fire. After throwing a small amount of the floo powder into the fire, Hermione yelled out Harry's floo address and stuck her head in the emerald green flames. Hermione almost giggled when she saw into the living room of Harry's house. Harry's back was to her and Hermione could tell he had been pacing.

"Were you worried about me, Harry?"