So sorry these aren't coming out a week in between like normal. I'm so busy I'm just posting them as they come out, which is why there is minimal editing. "/ Well here's the new chapter tell me what you think.

Chapter 16

Harry opened the door for Ginny to enter his old bedroom.

"So is this where you would bring all your girls when you on break?" Ginny asked as she inspected the room.

"Of course." Harry said and jumped onto his lumpy bed. When he first got it, it had a permanent indentation from Dudley's weight but he had to admit it was more comfortable than the cupboard floor he used to sleep on.

"What did your mum say when you told her we were sleeping in the same room?" He asked.

"Oh, I didn't." Ginny said and propped herself up against the wall on the bed.

"What did you tell her then?"

"That you were sleeping in the cupboard and I got your room." She smirked.

"And she was okay with that?" He cried.

"As long as we weren't together she was happy." She scoffed.

Harry reached under him for his pillow and smacked her with it.

She opened her mouth in fake offence. "I cannot believe you just did that to the woman that you love."

"I have no idea what you are talking about." He said and looked around the room. His posters and things had all been removed but as he closed his eyes he could see the way the room was before he packed everything up.

"Harry…" She said after a few moments of silence.

"Hmm?"

"Did you ever…"

"Well, spit it out." Harry laughed as he saw her embarrassed smile.

"Never mind, it was a dumb question." She shook her head.

Harry grabbed her waist and pulled her down so their eyes were level. "Nothing you could ever saw would be dumb." He buried his head in the nook of her neck and planted small kisses at the base.

"That helps. Keep doing that." She said breathlessly.

He laughed and began to nip at her neck. "What was it you wanted to ask me?" He grabbed the bend of her knee and pulled her leg around his waist. He was shocked at her moan and she arched herself into his grip. "Tell me." He mumbled into her ear.

She sighed and wrapped her arm around his neck. "Fine. I was wondering if you ever…well…if you ever thought about me while you…were here?"

He laughed. "Of course. Every second of every day." He enunciated each word with a kiss.

"That wasn't exactly what I meant…" She said and fingered his shirt collar. "I meant more…than that…like…snogging?" She blushed.

He laughed. He didn't think he had ever seen her blush before. "Where is this stuff coming from, I thought you wanted to take things slow?" He asked and held himself over her with his hands.

"I do its just…I mean I'm going to be going to school soon and—"

There was a slight crashing sound and Harry jumped up immediately pulling his wand from his pocket. "I'm sure it was nothing." He said. "But I'm just going to check."

Ginny held herself up on her arms. He kissed her quickly and jumped up. "Hold that thought. Honestly, hold that thought. I'll be back."

He left the room, closing the door and making sure to creak down the stairs. He noticed a light on in the kitchen and walked inside slowly. He noticed his aunt sitting at the table staring at the picture he had given her.

"Are you ready to go inside yet?" Ron asked as they stood in front of the small building that held her parent's or rather the Wilkins' dentist office.

"Just a few more minutes." She said wringing her hands.

"That girl sitting at the desk has been staring at us for about twenty minutes." Ron said as he looked at the woman.

"She's the receptionist. I'm surprised she hasn't called the muggle authorities by now." Hermione said. "What if it doesn't work? I used a very powerful spell, and the reversal is so hard. What if I can't do it? It has to be me, I'm the only one who can reverse it and if I can't do it, I'll never see them again."

"Hermione, you can't think that way. They're not lying when they say that you're the brightest witch of our age. You were powerful enough to put them under the spell, you'll be powerful enough to take it off of them." She sighed and nodded. "I think I'm ready now."

"Finally." Ron murmured.

She turned to glare at him with a look that seemed to ask him to defy her.

"Sorry." He said. He walked over and held the door open for her and she walked inside.

Hermione was slightly shocked by the inside of the waiting room. It seemed to exactly match the office they had had in England. In fact, even the awful yellow colour she had hated all her life was painted onto the walls, just as it had in England.

"Can I help you?" The annoyed receptionist asked without even looking up from her computer. She knew who it was already.

"Uh we need to see the…" Ron trailed off.

"The dentist, I lost a filling and we're on vacation and I just don't want to wait until we get home." She said quickly.

The receptionist looked up. "We don't take walk-ins." She turned back to her computer and began typing.

Ron turned his head slightly, like a confused dog, wondering what it was she was doing. She smacked his chest.

"Yes, well as I said this is important and we need to see them right away. The faster the better." Hermione said.

"And as I said," She snapped still not looking up from her computer. "We do not take walk-ins. There has been a crime wave in town and we do not allow in people who don't have appointments."

"How is that going to help with crime? Couldn't they just make an appointment and then do what they were going to do before?" Ron asked.

The receptionist looked up slowly from her computer.

"Or your idea works." Ron said.

"Please, I need to see them." Hermione said.

"If you would like I can make appointment for later this week but we are booked until next Wednesday."

"That's it!" Hermione said and slammed her hands on the desk. "Listen to me, I need to see the fucking dentist right now or I swear to Merlin that I will hurt you! And trust me I can do it!"

"Hermione!"

The receptionist's mouth dropped and she reached for the phone. "I'm calling the police."

Hermione groaned and pulled her wand from her pants. "Confundus!"

The phone slipped from her hand as she stared blankly ahead.

"Riley! Is everything alright in there? We can hear yelling!"

The door behind the desk opened and Hermione's wand slid from her hand, much as the phone had from the receptionist—or Riley as it would appear.

"Daddy?"

"I'm sorry what?" Mr. Granger asked and turned to see Riley looking confused. "What did you do to her? I'm going to call the police."

He started reaching for the phone when Hermione's mother walked out of the same room.

"Mum…" Hermione whispered and her eyes began to well up with tears.

Hermione's mother cocked her head to the side. "Do I know you?"

Hermione sniffled.

"We're past clients." Ron said and put his arm around Hermione to comfort and restrain her.

"I don't think so." She said and looked at Ron curiously as well.

"You remind me of someone…a little girl I used to know…and you I'm almost positive there were more of you…" She whispered.

"She remembers." Hermione whispered to Ron.

"Hermione we need to reverse the spell now. Your dad's using the telephony to call someone." Ron said.

"Oh…" She turned to them and pulled out her wand again. "Confundus!"

Their eyes dulled and they slid against the wall to the floor.

"Alright, do it." Ron said.

Hermione took a deep breath and pointed her wand at them with a silent prayer.

"Aunt Petunia?" Harry asked as he walked over to his aunt slowly.

She wiped her eyes quickly and turned to him, with her red-rimmed eyes. "Yes Harry?"

"Is everything alright? We heard a crashing upstairs." He explained quickly.

"Yes, I tripped over a chair." She said.

Harry nodded slowly. "Alright then, I guess I should go back."

"Ginny seems nice." She said quickly as he tried to turn around.

"She is." He said as he turned back to face her. "The best."

"You really care for her, I can tell." Petunia said as she stood the picture on the table.

Harry sat down next to her.

"Your mother used to get the same look about that Potter boy. He had the same one for her." She picked at the table. "It used to make me so jealous. No one had ever looked at me like that, not even Vernon…"

Harry looked down uncomfortably.

"I want you to know that I love your mother. No matter what happened between us, I loved her immensely." Petunia said.

"I sort of always figured." He said. "I mean you wouldn't have taken me in if you hadn't, I imagine. Also, I just always imagined you did because…I had never met her and I loved her."

"I wish you had gotten to meet her Harry." She sniffled. "She was so energetic, full of life and passion. She was special. More special than I could have been."

Harry imagined he wasn't supposed to hear the last part as she muttered it but he couldn't help but respond.

"My mum thought you were special. I know she did. She loved you too." Harry said.

"I assume but the way I treated her, I can imagine that she didn't like me." She sniffled. "That's the great thing about family; you can love them but not like them at all."

"I guess that's how you felt about me." Harry said. He had meant it as a joke to lighten the mood, but in the end it had sounded bitter and resentful. He hated it but it was how he really felt.

"I love you Harry."

He was so shocked to hear her that he couldn't move.

"When you first came to us, you used to cry every night. Wanted your parents I would imagine, you could tell I wasn't your mum, and Vernon and Dudley would sleep through it. But I never could. All I could imagine was you crying that way with your…mother laying there…dead." She choked slightly on her words.

"Anyway, I used to come downstairs to try and help you sleep and even after you had slept I would sit there and look at your eyes. Just thinking of your mother." She stayed quiet for a moment and then sighed. "You should go to bed; it's been a long day."

Harry nodded and walked up to his room, with only one lingering look at his aunt, who only sat there staring at the photo.

"What do we do now?" Ron asked.

"We have to wait; it could take a while for the spell to reverse." Hermione said wringing her hands again.

"How long is a while?" Ron asked worriedly.

She shrugged. "Minutes, hours, days…months." She gulped. "It hopefully won't take that long. My mum recognized us and she remembered your family."

"My family?" He asked as he leaned against the wall.

"She said there were more of you." She walked over to him and ran her hand through his hair (luckily he was slouching down on the wall). "The Weasleys are a bit noticeable."

She heard a groaning and turned to her parents who were finally starting to stir.

Her father immediately stood up defensively. "What did you do to us?"

Ron reached behind his back and held his wand tightly. Hermione placed her hand on his arm.

"Don't you remember me?"

"How could I forget? You haven't left. I'm still calling the police. Don't think I won't!" He reached down towards his wife helping her up.

Hermione's eyes had welled up with tears and Ron couldn't help but see the disappointment in her eyes.

Her mother started hiccupping as she stood.

"That's odd." Ron mumbled and Hermione sniffled. "Let's just go, love. Well come back tomorrow and try again. Maybe by then they'll have remembered." He whispered.

She nodded and he took her hand leading her out the door.

"Hermione?" The voice was groggy and confused but she still knew who it was.

"Mum?" She whispered turning around and then before she could say anything else her mother was holding her tightly and crying.

"You are in a lot of trouble."

Ok so thats it! Hope you liked it! The next chapter should be out soon hopefully. The next chapter will jump through the summer a bit to get things moving along, there's only a few more things I want to do during the summer before the girls return to school so that should be from one to two chapters! Also anyone who reviews will get a preview of the next chapter soon! So have a good day! And review! I'll love you!

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