"I wonder where Hermione is…?" Ron glanced at the clock, it was half past eight.

Harry shrugged, "I'm sure she's fine."

"Hey don't you meet with McGonagall tomorrow?"

Harry sighed, glancing at one of the many open books surrounding him. "Yes. Bloody hell look at this." Harry pointed out a photo of the mangled body of a middle-aged man in the book he was studying. "It says this guy died of pain…from the crucio curse."

"Holy hell. Look at his face."

Harry flipped the page, his stomach felt sick. "Anyways yes, I go to Hogwarts tomorrow. Are you sure you won't come? I'm dreading going."

"Absolutely not. I have so much work to do. I have an entire background to run on this guy Kayla and I are tracking, she says she doesn't believe in weekends." Ron rolled his eyes, shuffling around his own papers. "Anyways I'm afraid I'll run into Ginny and she'd curse me in the corridor."

"You and me both…" Harry muttered. It was true, he was dreading going to Hogwarts tomorrow. It was his hope that because it was the weekend most of the students would be in their house common rooms focusing on homework, too busy to be wondering what Harry Potter was doing wandering the halls of the place he once called home.

It was nine-thirty by the time Hermione burst through the front door. "I found it!" She squealed, dropped her bag on the couch and waved a piece of parchment in front of Harry's face. "Look!" She shoved it into Ron's hand.

"What is this Hermione?" His eyes scanned the first few sentences before giving up and handing it back to her.

"It is proof that you can restore the memories of someone who has been hit with a memory charm. I can do this! I can restore my parents' memories!" Hermione sat down next to Harry, looking at her roommates expectantly. "Well? What do you think?"

Harry rubbed the back of his neck, "Hermione…Madam Pomfrey said there was no way. You saw firsthand what happened to Professor Lockhart after Ron's wand backfired."

"Yes but Harry, Madam Pomfrey said there was no way to reverse the charm. This is simply restoring their memories."

"Okay, I must be exhausted because it sounds like the exact same thing to me."

"No. Listen, this is a complicated potion, similar to the Polyjuice in the sense that you must take pieces of who the person was before their memory was tarnished. Things that defined them, you drain the essence of those items and brew that in the potion."

"How do you drain essence of items?" Harry questioned. Shutting his books for the night.

"It's very complicated," Hermione frowned, scanning the page in her hand, "but I brought home books from the library to reference. I'm going to do this. I have to do this." She said defiantly.

"Have you been researching this since we've been here?" Harry asked, taking the parchment from her.

"No, truthfully I had abandoned all hope until I saw Viktor today."

At this Ron dropped the papers he was shuffling around, "Who?"

"Viktor. He stopped by to see me at the Prophet today." Hermione answered, blushing slightly. "He was asking me how I was, how everyone was doing after…well after the battle at Hogwarts. I told him fine, we were all getting along fine, but I realized that I'm not fine. I miss my parents. I miss them every day, more than I did when I was attending Hogwarts. I know it's because I know that they don't miss me, or even remember me. I did that to them. I did that to me. Anyways I wanted to see if there was anything I could do, and there is."

"Why was Viktor visiting you?"

Harry shot Ron a warning glance.

"Because he's my friend Ron!" Hermione's voice raised slightly, "And friends check in on each other."

"Have you been in touch with him?!" Ron demanded.

"Not recently, no! But we write to each other fairly often. He said he asked Professor McGonagall where I was working. Plus it's not like it would have been hard to find since my name is on print!"

"Right. Well, sure, as soon as you're in the clear you have to run back to snogging Vikky!"

Hermione stood, her fists clenched. "Ron you are so insensitive! This is about my parents! Not about Viktor!" She snatched the paper from Harry and whipped around the couch, storming back to her room. "You know, he's the first person to ask me how I've been doing with all of this. He inspired to me to do something about my pain. Unlike either of you! Who are just moping around the house! You would do well to talk to Ginny tomorrow Harry and stop acting like a big prat!"

With that Hermione slammed her door behind her.

"Well, that's just beside the point!" Ron shouted at her closed door.

Harry stared at Ron, open mouthed. How did he get drug into this conversation? "You need to apologize to her." He said pointedly.

"Me?! I didn't do anything wrong!"

"You started that fight because you can't stand Viktor Krum."

"No, I like Viktor!"

"As a Quidditch player."

"He's thickheaded."

"You're thickheaded."

The two friends glared at each other. Ron broke first, staring down at his feet embarrassedly. "I don't know what comes over me when she mentions him." Harry sighed, standing and stretching. "You love Hermione. That's what comes over you."

Harry dodged a book that was thrown at his head as he opened his bedroom door.

"I do not!"