A/N: Okay I'm not going to nag you to review anymore…PSYCH! Yeah right! SO review…how many more threats must I make? *singing* Names, names, names, names, I need NAMES!! *stops singing to glare at readers* Arg (I sound like a pirate...teehee) *snorts* Do not… What do I have to do to get this across to you?! I know! Review telling me how I could get you to give me names! There HA! Two birds with one stone… or you could review telling me how the story is AND give me names… Even better. Anyway...I couldn't find out what Mr. & Mrs. Granger's first names are so I'm kinda making it up. I also have chapter 9 written (I had it finished before I posted Ch.7, aren't you proud?) and I'm working on 10, so how do ya like me now, sucker? OH! This Chapter is dedicated to InkWeaverabc! They have reviewed FOUR times and are also awesome for having a great profile! Ok, fine. Just read the dang chapter already.

Disclaimer: Nothing is different. Still don't own Harry Potter. Excited for Part 1 of DH though…but have to wait 'til November…awww man…

When we last left our beloved characters:"Now how 'bout we go and find my parents?"

The black haired green-eyed boy, tall red headed boy, wavy brown haired girl, and long red haired girl all walked silently down the street to a bus stop. After a few minutes of waiting they boarded a bus to Bundock Park. After getting off the bus they found the correct address, 3264 Ocean St.

"Well, this is it," Hermione sighed.

"Yep," Ron said. Hermione felt stronger at the sound of the simple three-lettered word. Hermione walked up to the front door with the other three following behind.

"How am I supposed to say, 'Hey I'm your daughter could I just remove the memory block with this stick?'" Hermione asked.

"Maybe I could say I had to pee and they would let me in. You guys could be off to the side and stick your foot in the door and then enter and remove the block in their memories," Ginny suggested.

"Yeah, but I don't want to lie," Hermione said uncertainly.

"We wouldn't be. I really have to go."

"Ginny we didn't need to know that," commented Ron.

"I'm not sure…" replied Hermione, ignoring Ron's comment.

Before Hermione could decide against it Ginny stepped forward, knocked on the door, and shoved every one out of sight of the doorway. The door was quickly answered.

"Oh, hi. Can I help you?" a woman, that looked much like an older Hermione, asked.

"Yeah I really have to go to the bathroom. Could I use yours?" Ginny asked getting antsy.

"Oh, yes, of course."

She let Ginny in and before she closed the door a foot appeared in the doorway, making the door unable to close. Before she could say anything, Harry stepped through the door followed by Ron, and then Hermione, who started to tear up.

"Wh-What? Wendell!!! Wendell!!!" the woman yelled.

"It's okay! We aren't going to hurt you!" Harry attempted to tell her. He put his hands on her shoulders, which was a HUGE mistake. She began to scream, and flail her arms, shortly after her husband ran down the stairs with a baseball bat in his hand. Ron and Ginny both spotted this and Ginny summoned the bat from his hands and Ron, who yelled "INCARNOUS!" tied up 'Wendell'. Hermione, all the while, stared on silently.

"Mrs. Granger we aren't going to hurt you!" Ron yelled getting her attention.

"I'm not Mrs. Granger. You have the wrong person." She stated after catching her breath after screaming.

"No, we don't. And you are Jean Granger," Ron stated calmly.

"What?"

"Mum?" Hermione said quietly.

"What? No you're mistaken. Wendell and I don't have children," Mrs. Wilkins said looking over at her husband who was struggling under his bindings. Hermione closed her eyes, trying to think of what to do next.

"Could you sit down on the couch?" Hermione finally asked. Mrs. Wilkins did as she asked and Hermione also sat down on a couch across from the one Mrs. Wilkins was currently on. Ginny and Ron took a seat on the couch next to Hermione who was struggling to hold back tears.

"I'm your daughter, Hermione Granger. I'm a witch. At age eleven I received a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Before I left on a trip with Harry and Ron, I put a block in your memory so that the Death Eaters couldn't use you to get to me and therefore to Harry. I sent you away to Australia so that you would be safe. I made you think your names were Monica and Wendell Wilkins. You, in fact, aren't. You are Jean and Hugh Granger. You are from England. You have a seventeen year old daughter, me. Now," She said with a sigh, tears still welling, "I can remove the block in your memory, or let you live on peacefully and wipe your memory of this event. I don't want to force this on you. It's your choice."

Mrs. Wilkins looked to her husband for his response. He only looked straight at her. After a while she nodded and said, "Okay."

Hermione gave a hopeful smile, stood up from the couch and knelt in front of her mother before whispering the spell. She looked up to see her mum looking straight at her. Without warning, Hermione was pulled into a huge hug. A tear trickled down Hermione's cheek.

"Oh sweetheart, Hermione," Mrs. Granger cried as she hugged her daughter. "Are you alright? What's going on? Why did you block our memories?"

"What have you done to her!? Monica you're talking like a loon! Let. Me. Go!" Mr. Wilkins said struggling in his bindings.

"We will only let you go if you agree to calm down. Your wife hasn't gone mad, the clouds have only cleared," Ron told him.

"Wendell… err… Hugh..?" she said looking to Hermione who nodded, "I'm okay. Let her do it."

"Fine," he sighed, giving up. Harry, with a flick of his wand, removed the ropes. Mr. Wilkins got up quickly and raced to his wife's side.

"Ready?" Hermione asked.

He looked to his wife then nodded. "Okay. I trust you."

Hermione pointed her wand at Wendell and repeated the spell and Mr. Granger also looked through his rimless glasses at his daughter. "Hermione?"

She nodded. "Dad?" she said before hugging him too.

"I'm so glad you're okay."

"I'm glad you are too."

"Why? Why would you block our memories?"

"To protect you. Before I left for the Burrow I modified your memories so that Voldemort couldn't hurt you."

"Okay then what's changed since we were... 'us'?"

"Well, it will take awhile for the whole story."

"How 'bout I make some tea? Come into the kitchen," Mrs. Granger said leading the way. They sat down at the kitchen table as Mrs. Granger put the kettle on the stovetop, and then sat down. Hermione sighed before telling her parents all the events of the past year.

A/N: Okay. Please Review. I mean what's the point of life if you don't review. None. OKAY! After that depressing note! Thanks to all who did review! Check out my other works 'When Did You Fall?', 'Crazier', 'Everything', and '500 Miles'. And yes they are all songfics… Anyway… So yeah… Hi peoples of Fanfiction! I thought I should comment... SHUT UP! Who asked you?? I just wanted to say… NO ONE CARES! ='(