I know this chapter is lacking in length but hopefully where it lacks in that, it'll make up for with what's going on! Plus, I thought this would be a good stopping point and maybe I like how it ended on a slight cliffhanger. So enjoy and tell me what you think about the end!
After that conversation, Hermione offered to make some tea but Lova declined and asked if she could have coffee instead. Living with Jayce and Leila for two years had turned her into a coffee addict like them and since she didn't get any this morning, she desperately needed some. Hermione complied and after a few minutes, both of them were sitting at Hermione's little dining table sipping on their coffee. Before Hermione had started brewing the coffee, she had turned on the small radio that was on her counter to fill the silence.
Lova smiled when she heard the song come on the radio and looked up Hermione. "This is you, right?"
Lova nodded. "Yep. It's still strange to hear myself on the radio. Every time I hear it, I get a little excited and nervous at the same time. Excited that our song is on the radio for everyone to hear, but nervous because everyone is listening to it, listening to me, right now. "
Hermione hummed in agreement and listened to the song that was coming out of the speakers. She heard Lova softly sing the lyric with her voice that was filling the kitchen and Hermione was captivated. Once the song was over, Lova looked up and to see Hermione's gaze still on her.
"What?" Lova asked getting a little embarrassed by the way Hermione was staring at her.
"Your voice. It's just so amazing." Hermione admitted as she got up to turn the radio off.
"Was it not always like this?" Lova questioned, remembering the first time she sang in the shower the night after Jayce and Leila found her.
"You could always sing, there's no question about that, but now it's like someone has enhanced your voice. I'm wondering if the person who modified your memory did that so you wouldn't be found." Hermione mused aloud.
Lova nodded her head, not quiet sure what to say. Hermione took a sip of her coffee as she mused on the thought that someone really wanted Lova to disappear; however she found it odd that they didn't just kill her. Why take the time to modify her memory and possibly her voice to hide her in London?
"Hermione," Lova's quiet voice broke her from her thoughts. "You said my parents were magical, did they live in a magical house like Ron's?"
Hermione shook her head. "No, your parents wanted you to learn how to do things the muggle way as well as the wizarding way. They said they didn't want you to rely solely on your magic."
Lova perked up a bit at this. "Do you happen to know where I used to live?"
"Of course." Hermione replied. "My parents and yours didn't live too far from each other. Before we'd meet the boys during the summer, the two of us would get together and work on our homework or just talk and relax. You know, girl stuff before the boys would interrupt it."
Lova's eyes lit up as she heard this. "Can you take me there?"
Hermione was a little taken back by this. "You haven't been there?"
Lova shook her head. "I tried to find my house after Leila and Jayce found me but I couldn't remember exactly where I lived. We went to this neighborhood that seemed familiar but I could never figure out which house it was. After that, I never went back. It was too disappointing to try again."
Hermione ached for her friend, wanting nothing more than to help her. Reaching across the table, Hermione placed a hand on top of Lova's. "I can take you there."
"Really?" Lova exclaimed, trying not to get too excited.
"Really." Hermione stood up from the table. "Let's go."
Hermione reached her hand out for Lova to take. Hesitantly, Lova grasped onto it and within seconds, they were in front of a dark brown door. Once Hermione let go, Lova felt like she was going to lose her balance from how dizzy she felt. Hermione looked over and steadied Lova by holding on to her shoulder.
"I'm sorry." Hermione apologized, looking sheepishly at Lova. "I forgot that you haven't apparated before. I didn't think and I should've warned you."
Lova shook her head, regretting the motion instantly. "No, it's quite all right. I'm starting to feel a bit better."
Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Lova felt the dizziness leave and she was finally able to take in her surroundings. Quickly, she recognized the neighborhood; being correct in knowing which one she lived in. However, she did not remember seeing this house when she came here with Jayce and Leila. The house was a light blue color with a white trim. The house she stood in front of looked like a home, like her home. Smiling, she turned to Hermione.
"Thank you." Lova whispered. "Though, I don't remember seeing this house here when I tried to look before."
"It has a cloaking spell on it." Hermione answered, walking down the path to where the sidewalk was.
Pulling out her wand, Hermione tapped the invisible dome that surrounded the house, revealing the spell for a brief second before it disappeared. Lova watched in amazement, as the dome around her seemed to shimmer before becoming unnoticeable.
"Since your parents had died and you were presumed dead, the house was going to be handed over to the Ministry to deal with, to dispose of. However, Harry made a very convincing argument and managed to save it. He's the one who had the cloaking spell on it, making sure that no one else would buy it and that if you came back, it'd still be here for you." Hermione explained as she made her way back up to the porch where Lova was now standing.
"He did that for me?" Lova asked in disbelief.
"Lova, if only you could remember how much he loved you. He still does." Hermione admitted, knowing that if Harry found out how much she revealed she would receive an earful from him.
Lova just looked back at her house, feeling an overwhelming amount joy from finally being able to see her home. She couldn't believe that Harry had made sure her home wasn't bothered so it would still be here for her. The fact that someone did that for her made Lova's eyes start to water. Taking a deep breath and pushing the tears back, Lova grabbed the door handle. Turning back to Hermione, she nodded and stepped closer to Lova. In one swift movement, Lova opened the front door of her home and walked inside.