I know that this chapter is a little shorter than the other, and I apologize but I wanted to get something out to let everyone know that I am still working on this! I have my internet back so I should be writing more and more now! I hope you all enjoy it! Let me know what you think.

Hermione stood in the hallway and watched as Lova took in her old house. To Hermione's left was Lova's big open living room, where Lova was currently standing. Hermione had watched as Lova walked in and looked around, realizing slowly where she was. Hermione stood in the open archway, observing Lova look at the pictures that were on the fireplace. Carefully, Lova ran her fingers over the edge of each picture frame. She remember most of the moments that were captured but some of the photos, she didn't remember.

"I can't believe I'm actually here." Lova whispered, turning to face Hermione.

Hermione smiled and stepped forward a little. "It's always been here."

Lova nodded and looked back at the photos, picking up one that had her parents and herself in it. "I could never find it, though. I didn't know it was here and now that I'm here…"

Lova trailed off looking at the photo and tears started to spring to her eyes. Running her finger along the faces of her parents, she looked back up at Hermione.

"I never really realized how much I miss them, that they're really gone." Lova started.

Hermione's eyebrows furrowed together. "What do you mean?"

Lova sat down on a light blue armchair that was near the fireplace. "I've been so focused on trying to remember everything else, trying to get all my other memories in order that I've been blocking out that they're really gone. My parents are really dead."

"Oh, Lova." Hermione whispered as she kneeled down in front of Lova. "They died trying to protect you. They were two of the best wizards, and people, that I knew. They loved you so much."

Lova nodded, keeping her eyes on her parents. "I know they loved me, it's just hard is all. I tried to focus on remembering something else so I didn't have to deal with the fact that I really was alone but being here…"

Hermione nodded, knowing what Lova meant. She never thought that bringing her here would cause this sort of reaction. Yes, Hermione knew that being back in her childhood home would make her deal with her parents' death. Without a second thought, Hermione immediately lifted her weight off of her feet and pulled Lova into a hug.

Hermione pulled away and wiped a few tears off her cheeks. "I didn't mean for this to make you this sad when I brought you here."

Lova laughed a little and wiped stray tears from her cheeks as well. "I'm so glad you brought me here. Thank you so much. This is what I needed. No matter how sad it makes me."

Hermione nodded and moved from her spot in front of Lova to sit on the couch that was adjacent to the chair. "I'm surprised that it's exactly the same."

"I told you." Hermione responded, looking around the house. "Harry kept it this way for you. He wanted to make sure that nothing had changed if, when, you came back. He even had all your stuff brought back from Hogwarts and put here."

Lova's eyes lit up as her head snapped back to look at Hermione. "Really?"

"Yes." Hermione nodded. "Harry had all your stuff put back in your room here. It was one of the hardest things we had to do."

Lova's eyes flickered to the stairs that led up to her room. In the blink of an eye, Lova had bounded up the stairs and was standing before the door the she knew to be her room. Hermione followed closely behind her, wondering what she was waiting for. Glancing towards Hermione, who gave a reassuring nod, Lova took a deep breath and she reached out and turned the knob.

Harry was sitting at his desk, trying his hardest to focus on the paperwork that was in front of him, but failing miserably. No matter what, his mind kept wandering back to Lova. He hadn't heard from her, and honestly, he wasn't too surprised about that. Though, he still hoped that she would want to talk to him, want to see him. Sighing while running a hand through his hair, Harry pushed his chair away form his desk just as there was a knock at his door.

"Hey, mate." Ron said, peaking inside. "I brought coffee. Thought maybe you could use it today."

Harry nodded as he reached out for the cup. "Thanks, I really do."

"Oh, here!" Ron exclaimed as he pulled out an envelope from his coat pocket. "This was waiting outside your door."

"Wonder what it is." Harry mused as he pulled out the piece of parchment.

Quickly scanning over the contents, Harry's green eyes went wide. This couldn't be, could it? Someone had broken the protective charms on Lova's house. No one had done that the entire time he's had them in place. Why now?

"What is it?" Ron asked, seeing the shocked and confused look on his best friend's face.

"Someone broke the protective charms I had placed on Lova's house." Harry explained as he threw the paper down on his desk. "I don't understand. I need to go check this out."

"Hold on," Ron held out a hand as Harry shot out of his chair, "this may be Hermione's doing."

"What do you mean?" Harry demanded, still standing.

"Well," Ron began, "when I was leaving this morning, Hermione mentioned something about getting in touch with Lova to see if she wanted to talk. It's possible they went out there together."

Harry was in shock at this. He knew that Lova would want to go back to her home eventually, he always expected it. That's one reason why he kept her home just the way it was, so that she could come back to it. He just always assumed that if she did, he would be the one to take her there.

"Harry?" Ron prodded when Harry didn't say anything.

"Yeah, sorry." Harry apologized, shaking his head. "Are you sure it's them though? What if someone is there to find out information on her? What if it's the same person that did this to her?"

Ron sighed before speaking. "There is a slim possibility that is what's going on but if you want, call Hermione on that silly mobile phone she has. She always carries it with her. Something about how it's easier to talk in the muggle world or some rubbish like that. I still can't figure mine out."

"Great idea, Ron!" Harry announced, feeling a little foolish for not thinking about that himself.

Reaching into his pocket, Harry pulled out his own mobile phone, remembering how Hermione insisted he get one as well. She was right though, it was much easier to communicate during undercover missions and a good way to blend in. Plus, they really did come in handy.

Finding her number, Harry tapped his foot impatiently as he heard the other line ring as he waited for Hermione to pick up.