All right guys, new chapter!
Hermione is starting to despair that she'll never be able to reverse the memory charm, and in all her worry she forgets one person that may just have the answer.
(I'm only thirteen, so nothings going to happen (that isn't age appropriate of course, we'll keep this pg people) but you can assume that it probably has.)
Brackets in brackets? *gasp* Inception! (- that's just me being random)
Also we've gone and skipped a few weeks, so no confusion there hopefully.
There seemed to be a lot of people getting engaged or married this year, Percy and Audrey had their wedding in October, and Mrs Weasley is still trying find out the date Harry and Ginny's wedding would be (they wanted it soon, but not too soon so they hadn't decided yet, or at least they weren't telling anyone).
George and Angelina dropped by one night (there's something going on between those two, but they're not saying…) to announce that Weasley's Wizard Wheezes were beginning to go global. Naturally Mrs Weasley burst into tears before hugging her son. Hermione smiled when she saw Molly pull George into a hug that left him rubbing his ribs, no doubt slightly bruised from the attack.
However, her and Ron had not talked about marriage yet, instead skirting around the subject awkwardly.
But that wasn't important for Hermione at the moment, because she had tracked down where her parents were, but had no idea what to do when she got to them. Hermione sighed and closed the book she had been looking at.
"Times like these you wish wizards had Google search." She muttered to herself. She was doing that a lot lately, muttering. Ron was a little scared, but that wasn't even half of it. He didn't know about the dreams, or else he'd be going crazy over it. Hermione wondered vaguely why she didn't tell him about the dreams, but she reminded herself again, they are just dreams Hermione, you are stronger then that. Besides she had better things to do than worry about dreams, like researching.
Then an idea came to her, "Hogwarts!" and she quickly scrawled a note to Ron, before apparating to Hogsmead.
Hermione trudged up the grounds, reminiscing about the years she had spent here, lying on the grass in the summer watching the giant squid, in the Great Hall listening to Dumbledore, and in the Gryffindor common room, helping Harry and Ron with homework that was due the morning after.
Students pointed and whispered at Hermione's arrival, but in a friendly way. She was slightly surprised, but remembered that being part of the trio that helped bring down Voldermort for good was bound to make you slightly famous.
Her walk took her to the Library, which was the same as always. Well almost, there were still signs of where a giant's foot had come through the wall.
Hermione rushed through the aisles, heading towards the back of the library, into the restricted section. Madam Pince pursed her lips, but allowed Hermione through, because after all she was pretty much an honorary guest at the library.
Hermione started to flick through the books, some of which screamed at her, before grabbing a pile and sitting down on a sofa that had a thin layer of dust over it. Does Filch even clean this place? She thought as she cleaned the sofa, before settling herself down to study the books.
It was a long time before Hermione resurfaced, and she found herself looking at Professor McGonagall.
"Miss Granger, as lovely as it is to see you again, I must remind you that the library closes in five minutes."
Hermione was startled; she had completely lost track of the time. She smiled weakly at professor McGonagall who surprisingly enough, smiled sadly back. "How is the research going Miss Granger?"
Her face fell, "No luck, none at all."
McGonagall pondered Hermione's answer for a moment.
"My office has a private library you may use, the password is 'Albus'."
Hermione was puffed out. She'd run all the way to the stone gargoyle guarding the Headmistress' office. She gasped out "Albus" and the gargoyle sprung to life, revealing the revolving stairs. Hermione went up them and pushed the doors leading into the office. It looked almost the same as when Dumbledore had occupied it, only the abundance of the odd silver objects Dumbledore used to have and a Gryffindor scarf hanging on a door told her that McGonagall now used this place instead of him. She climbed a small flight of stairs and walked into the small, dimly light library.
If Hermione had spent a while in the library, then that was nothing compared to how long she spent in the Headmistress' library. Each book was as interesting as the next, but she found nothing useful to help solve her problem. The library contained previous heads' personal books, along with ones that had clearly been removed from the library.
She smiled as she saw 'How to look after a Basilisk egg' on a shelf, and started to rifle through "A Standard St. Mungos handbook for the eighteenth century wizard'. This book was no more useful than the last for Hermione, unless of course she wanted to get rid of ear-tentacles. She sighed again and put it back.
She flung herself down onto a small beanbag.
"I've looked everywhere!" Hermione cried out, exasperated.
"Maybe," said a voice from behind, "but I find help is always in a place where we least expect it."
She turned around to the previously empty portrait that she had passed earlier on. Inside it sat Dumbledore, smiling with those electric blue eyes.
Hey again, just letting you know I'm going on holidays from the 10th of December and coming back on the 6th of January. I'm going to China and they have a whole bunch of websites blocked and I'm not sure if I'm even going to be able to write a chapter let alone put it onto the site.
If I do manage to get a chapter up, then yay me. If not, I'm afraid you'll have to wait till after I come back. Sorry in advance.
(Also I have some really long authors notes, hope that doesn't bother anyone.)
Also, (I like the word also, and brackets) I don't think this is so Romione anymore, it's not really a love story its sort of just what happens after mainly from Hermione's point of view, occasionally involving Ron. At least, that's how I would put it.
How am I doing? Good, bad, so horrible that you can even begin to comprehend how horrible it is?