Hermione's P.O.V.
"So," Mr Granger began, "your saying that you are our daughter, who is a witch and an evil wizard named Lord Voldermort- who is now dead- split his soul into a… hour-cruxes? And you had to go and destroy them. You sent us away for our own good so that we wouldn't die, and now you want to re-modify our memories with a spell you don't even know if it will work. " He seemed a little sceptical about her story.
"Well, I does sound kind of silly when you say it like that…" Hermione said, a little uncomfortably, "But you've got to trust me, because it's all true.
Hermione's mother laid a hand on her husbands arm. "Dear… I don't know, but I think I believe her. She has your eyes." Mrs Granger smiled at Hermione, and she felt herself smiling back.
Mr granger studied her for a second longer, before saying to his wife, "Maybe, but she has your smile."
Hermione's heart leapt. "You believe me?" she asked, almost astonished at the turn around.
"Well, I'm not sure about the whole magic thing, but I can see the resemblance, you can't not be our daughter."
Ron's P.O.V.
Kingsley had secured him a Portkey, and before long Ron had landed on a small deserted beach. Ignoring his surroundings, Ron pulled something out of his coat pocket, the Deluminator that Dumbledore had left him.
He clicked it once, and the shop signs went out, he clicked it again, and a small ball of light appeared in front of him, telling him where to go.