A/N: Just to let you guys know… I'm mobile! For my Birthday my dad gave me his laptop! Woot woot! Now for another installment of 'Live, Laugh, Love'! Yay!

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When we last left our beloved characters:The Grangers announced they were going back home.

"Is the car packed, Hugh?" Mrs. Granger yelled to her husband from the kitchen.

"Check!" he shouted from the doorway to the garage.

"Kids, are you ready?" she asked, coming into the living room.

"Yep," Hermione said as they stood from the couches, where only days ago Hermione

had knelt and restored her parents memory.

"Load 'em up! Move 'em out!" Mr. Granger said motioning them into the garage and the

expanded backseat of the Mini Cooper. His wife rolled her eyes as she locked up the house. Mr. Granger started the car as she got in and put her seatbelt on.

"Um, Hugh?" she asked as he began to back out of the garage.

"Yes, dear?" he said stopping and looking at her.

"Are you sure you got all six suitcases in the trunk? I mean this is such a small car. How did you fit them all in there?"

He began to pull out again. "It takes skill, precision, and thought. It's like a puzzle-."

"You're horrible at puzzles, Hugh," she said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Ron helped him, Mum," Hermione explained from the back.

"See? Now that makes sense."

Mr. Granger pouted a little, remaining silent during the car ride to the airport. He parked the Mini Cooper and unpacked the suitcases. Harry cast a muggle repelling charm.

Hermione pointed her wand at the car and spoke clearly, "Admoveo Illuc," vanishing the car to their new home.

"It's quite brilliant really! I would be amazing if I could 'summon' and 'vanish' things at will! Life would be so much simpler! I don't know how you restrain yourselves!" Mr. Granger said excitedly, as they walked to the entrance.

"With great difficulty," Hermione said sarcastically. She and her parents led the way into the airport through the revolving doors, waiting for the others on the other side. Harry and Ginny waited patiently for an old couple to go through then easily passed through. Ron, on the other hand, had a bit more difficulty. Ginny began to show great annoyance and decided to handle it herself.

"I got this," she said. Before Hermione could stop her, she slipped in the door. As she came around she seized Ron by the shirt, yanked him in, and grabbed his trunk, wheeling it behind her. When Ginny had jerked her brother inside, Ron had been thrown against the glass. He managed to get out on his own and took his trunk from his sister angrily.

A red mark appeared on the right side of his face, where he had hit the glass, as they walked to the ticket counter. Mr. Granger told the woman there, their information and showed identification.

"Right, here you are, sir: six tickets to London stopping in Bangkok. If I could get you to sign here," she said handing him the tickets then a small slip of paper and a pen. Mr. Granger signed the bit of paper and handed it to the woman.

"Now I can take your suitcases," she said with some tags in her hand. They passed their trunks and luggage through an opening in the counter, and she attached a tag to each before loading them onto a conveyor belt.

As they made their way to the security checkpoint, Ron said, "Hermione I don't understand why we can't just send our trunks home."

"Because it will look suspicious, most people travel with baggage," she explained. They reached the checkpoint and she paled suddenly.

"What?" Ron asked.

"The X-ray machine," she gasped. "I didn't think of that."

"Okay, calm down," Ron said, noticing a security guard eyeing the worried Hermione suspiciously. "What are you talking abou-."

"The machines might-," she started.

"Hermione," Ginny said tapping her from behind, "what about your bag?" Harry watched Hermione, along with the others, waiting for a reply.

"I- I- don't know. I didn't think- I haven't been quite- I don't know what to do," she said tears welling in her worried eyes. "I'm going to expose us in front of all these muggles, and then the Australian Ministry is going to have to erase memories and I'll be to blame," she rambled.

"'Mione, it'll be okay," Ron reassured. "Take a few deep breaths. That's it. Now think is there any spell or charm that you can perform without being noticed. Maybe a Confundus?"

"No won't work. I mean I can easily do it nonverbally, and without wand waving, but I would be performing it on a muggle. I could get arrested," she said, shaking her head, as the line grew shorter. Luckily a kid was throwing a temper tantrum up ahead, so the line slowed.

She was thinking hard now, searching the well-organized filing cabinets of her mind, and desperately trying to come up with the solution to their issue. "I can't think of anything," she said in exasperation, "that doesn't directly affect the guard. I need something that is a secondary effect- wait. I got it. Okay block the view of the muggles and," she said digging in her beaded bag, "and don't look suspicious," she added.

Harry sidled closer to Ginny and wrapped his arm around her waist. Ron rolled his eyes at the sight, but said nothing else.

"Well, mate? What are you gonna do when we get back home?" Harry asked nonchalantly.

Ron took a deep breath and spoke as he exhaled, "I d'know, Harry. I might get a job, ya know see what's around." Harry nodded.

In the midst of this, Hermione had found a piece of parchment in her bag. She tapped it a few times muttering an incantation.

"Sir," someone tapped Ron on the shoulder. Ron turned to see a guard waving them on to follow Hermione's parents. They followed and Hermione continued to tap and swirl her wand on the parchment.

Another guard spoke, "Sir, please remove your shoes and empty the contents of your pockets into a blue tub."

"Why? They're mine. You can't have them," Ron said with annoyance.

Mrs. Granger, who had removed her sandals, turned to Ron, "Just take your trainers off, Ronald, and put them in the box."

"What, do they want my shirt, too?" he said, again in annoyance.

"No, Ron. You get them back, relax." He frowned a moment before reluctantly obeying, and removed his trainers.

"Remove the contents of your pockets in the tub, too, sir," the guard said. Ron did so, pulling out a small handful of silver Sickles and bronze Knuts and the deluminator, which looked like an ordinary lighter, and put them in the container with his shoes.

"What are those?" the guard inquired, poking at a Sickle.

"They are-," Ron began, trying to come up with something. He thought quickly and stood straight and tall, towering of the man of only five feet- nine inches. "Those are rare and rather valuable antique coins of the ancient tribe of the- uh- Chudley Canonnites. I request that you keep your grubby fingers off them,' he stated in a rather important manner.

"Uh- right," the guard said, quickly removing his hand from the vicinity of the tub. "My apologies, sir. Over to the metal detector, please," he said to Harry, who had passed Ron in line during Ron's small conflict with the guard.

Hermione finished her charm on the parchment, just in time to look up and see Harry near the metal detector. She didn't have time to stop him, as he passed through. The machine immediately began buzzing, crackling, and popping, instead of the usual beeping. A few sparks flew from it, and with a zap, it died, smoking wafting from it.

Harry looked to Ginny, who wore a surprised expression, then to Ron, who shrugged, and then to Hermione, who looked very distressed.

"That's weird," a guard commented, and then ordered, "Smith, go get the hand detectors from the office. Sorry, about the wait, ladies and gentlemen. We are having some technical difficulties," he announced. The people in line groaned.

"Ma'am, please put your purse in the tub, and move on," the guard at the X-ray machine said.

"Um, I have a bit of paperwork that should exempt the four of us, from being searched," she said motioning to Harry, Ginny, Ron, and herself. She showed him the blank piece of parchment, and his expression of doubt disappeared.

"Oh, of course. Yes, my sincerest apologies," he said waving them to move on. "Jameson, let these four through they have credentials."

Ron gave Hermione a confused look and mouthed 'credentials?'. She nodded and he shrugged putting his trainers on and grabbing the coins and following the Grangers. They found their gate and sat down. Everyone looked to Hermione for an explanation.

"What just happened back there?" Ginny asked.

"We were wondering the same thing," Mr. Granger said.

Hermione sighed, "Well I realized only when we got there that my bag would look fairly strange under an X-ray machine, and that our magic might interfere with the machines."

"What was with the parchment?" Ron asked.

"I used a trick I read about in a book once. It enchants a piece of parchment to look like anything the person being swindled needs or wants it to look like. It's a form of indirect confunding. It usually only works on muggles and young wizards, because they tend to be more weak-minded than fully-trained wizards."

"So, let me get this straight," Ron said, "He thought you had the paper to get through security?"

"Yes. I feel terrible for deceiving him, though. But what else was I supposed to do?" she said with a bit of distress.

"Well it was necessary, Hermione. And it's not like you directly put a spell or curse on him. It's different. You were saving the ministry a lot of work, you kept them from discovering our world," Harry comforted.

"Yeah," Ron agreed, "Another question: Why did the detector-mabob get all beepy and buzzy?"

"It probably detected our magic," Hermione explained. "I mean if we were to have went through, without our wands, it might have only had a small malfunction, but with so much magic from wands, the metal detector must have surged.'

"So, Harry fried it?" Ginny asked.

"In a way, yes."

"Cool," Ron said.

"Well, now that that matter is sorted, there is another," Mr. Granger said. "It is around noon so, I am going to forage for lunch for us," he said standing up. "Anyone wish to join me?"

"I'll come," Ron said, standing too, and followed Mr. Granger.

They were only a few feet away when Ginny said, "I always knew Harry was hot." Ron paused a moment, stiffened, then relaxed, and followed Mr. Granger once more.

Once he was out of earshot Ginny turned to Hermione, "Do you think he heard?"

"I think so. He stopped and I think I saw a twitch," Hermione said with a smile.

A/N: So? Whatcha finks? Good? Bad? Ugly? Please Review… For my Birthday?