A/N: Hello! Words cannot describe how sorry I am for the late update....I suffered with writers block half way through and in all honestly my focus has been on "Release" which is my new story. I'm going to try my best to alternate the updates...I hope you guys can forgive me! Thank you for all your reviews, they really make me happy, and all your alerts and favourite stories, they really make my day! Here is chapter twenty one!
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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, NIGHTMARES OR ANY AIRLINE! NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT IS INTENDED!
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It was black. All her senses were on high alert: she could hear distance shouting, and screams of pain coming from the same direction. She could smell the sweat and blood from miles away, however she couldn't see anything. She knew she was alone; her heart was pounding in her chest, as if she had been running a marathon, her whole body seemingly drained. She placed one aching foot in front of the other stepping closer to the sounds in front of her…from behind her a light from a wand was lit, the spell was silent but she could see it in the mirror she was looking in: a figure with wild black hair, heavily lidded eyes, looking strangely happy, as she looked down to the now unconscious source of noise; two boys: one with messy black hair, the other with bright red hair. Blood spattered their faces, the red head looking worse of the pair. She was still getting over her shock when she heard a muffled cry for help, dragging her attention away from the two boys laying on the hard stone floor.

She felt the all her remaining breath leave her body; hanging by their arms were her parents, her mother's head hanging disturbingly backward, as if her neck had been removed. Her father's face was tear streaked, with more tracing tracks upon his filthy face.

"Mum, Dad?" her voice sounded as if it was far away. She was just about to ask where they were, when she heard the footsteps of woman with the lit wand pace around her;

"Good. I'm glad we got you come after all." She continued to pace, until she was behind the hanging woman, stroking her face with her wand she spoke again.

"I think we shall be disposing of this one first."

Just as she was to protest, the woman moved in front of her and uttered;

"Avada Kad….."

Hermione woke with a start, her breathing was heavy, she desperately tried to blink away the images imprinted on the insides of her eyelids. Checking that she was in Ron's room in The Burrow she placed her hand on his chest just to ensure he was breathing whilst looking at a deeply sleeping Harry. The dreams were often but of different variations. Most days she didn't turn around; just taunted by the screams and the blackness. On the few occasions she turned around usually it was just Harry and Ron with Bellatrix, the latter usually being tortured or already dead. He parents hadn't been in her dreams, until she had begun planning her trip to receive them.

She was desperate to see them again, to ensure they were safe, and to feel their arms in a warm embrace. She knew they would be angry, especially when she refuses to tell them the events of their latest and hopefully last adventure. She had learnt after her firth year they were not comfortable to allow her back into the Wizarding world, resulting in her lying to them, all for their own benefit of course.

Hermione settled her self down again, placing her head on Ron's chest. It had become a nightly routine since their rather public argument to make her way up to the attic room and sleep almost soundly until the morning. They didn't know if Mrs Weasley knew of their arrangement, if she did, she was yet to say anything to them.

The hour was still early, the sun hadn't even begun to rise, but it seemed all sleep had eluded her. She knew that at this time next week she would be in Australia, tracing the steps made by her parents; in order to bring them home. Her stomach twisted at the process of reversing the spell she had placed on them almost a year ago; she had it planed, stun them both in their home and do the necessary magic before waking them. Hermione had no doubt she couldn't do it; both in theory and practise it was easy. The hard part being the explanation her parents deserved. She was determined not to tell them the events of the past year; they would know that they had not seen her in all those months, whilst remembering their activities of living as Monica and Wendell Wilkins. She had no idea how to explain how they ended up in that situation.

She sighed, wishing that sleep could overcome her, crushing her filled head for a small release. It felt good to have a project, to plan something, especially since it didn't involve too much danger, just facing her angry and disappointed parents… the same questions had been performing a circus in her head since she had decided it was time to bring her parents home. How would she explain? What would they say? Would they indefinitely forbid her from the Wizarding World? She was too tired to even start on the questions they would have involving Harry and Ron.

Hermione was dreading the conversation she knew was inevitable… Her mother on the subject of her relationship with Ron. Especially since he was coming with her to Australia. She wondered if it was the correct thing to take him half way around the world away from his family, she doubted her decision even more when she remembered his behaviour. He still had a tendency of breaking away from the world, spending long periods of time in silence. She still worried about him, knowing that he was still keeping things from her, such as the places he goes when he disappears for hours on end. Hermione had an inkling of where he may be going but still couldn't truly understand what he was feeling. She knew he would tell her eventually, just like he did with the Horcrux, maybe he just had to understand himself before confiding in her or Harry.

He was sleeping better than before. The nightmares came but Hermione was sure they would never truly leave them; they seen and been through too much. He dreams still included Fred; she found herself being awoken by Ron, who was desperately repeating Percy's words in his sleep. Every morning he would look around the table, hoping to Fred, finishing off his twins joke or winding up their mother, before realising that the possibility was gone for ever.

Hermione watched him sleep, peacefully tonight, and smiled slightly to herself. She hadn't allowed herself to feel a little happiness she felt now she knew he was hers. She wondered what her parents would say when they found out they were finally together-would they be pleased that she finally got her man, the one she had wanted since she was at least 14 years old? She blushed at the memory of the conversation she had with the mother, following her fourth year at school, remembering how her father had worked out the hidden feelings between Ron and Hermione before they had.

She was sure she wouldn't be getting more sleep, her excitement and anxiety of seeing her mother and father again was overwhelming. They had so much work to do; before and after retrieving them; they needed to find places to stay, find the current location of Monica and Wendell, find away to get into their lives, maybe with the use of their floristry; Hermione had made sure her parents didn't go back to dentistry in their new lives, in order to cover all tracks. They would have to get back home, find their home, which Hermione had concealed under spells, at the risk of their neighbours, as well as find new jobs, she almost flinched at the reaction she saw in her minds eye of her parent's reactions to her selling their business.

She watched the hours past by, some getting lost in the times she had fallen back to sleep. There were sounds of people wakening; Mr and Mrs Weasley were always the first to rise, Hermione supposed the reason for the hour was in order to get some time to themselves, a routine they seemed to have perfected over the years. After hearing most members go down to breakfast Hermione decided she simply couldn't lay there any longer, she got out of bed and headed downstairs.
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A week later Hermione found herself sitting hand in hand with Ron in an airport departure lounge; she was beginning to regret wanting to go by plane, thinking that it would giver her some thinking time and normalcy. Hermione figured that after a year of travelling via Apparition it would be easier and different and kinder to their exhausted bodies to travel the 'muggle' way. As their delay became longer, her anxiety beginning to show, her every worry was flooding her brain. She had been through them every day for the past week, she was thankful for the fact that Ron was so stunned by the 'new' way travel he simply followed her, rather making himself noticeable by others.

She turned her head to the notebook she had found when she empting her beaded bag, she had used it to plan the memory modification on her parents a year ago; she had written down the curse and counter curse, along with her parents new names, jobs and area of residency: Melbourne. She knew the information inside out, but still felt lost. She knew what she had written had to be scarce in case they were captured and her bag raided but she was beginning to wish she wasn't as careful.

She was so wrapped up in her head she was slightly startled when Ron playfully prodded her in the ribs and spoke:

"They're boarding everyone, its time."