A/N: I haven't forgotten this story. It's just that I've been terribly busy with graduate studies. It's actually amazing to be notified that people are still viewing/following/reviewing this story though I haven't updated in more than a year. Thank you so much!

So I did some research and found out that obliviate was not the spell that Hermione casted to modify her parents' memory. JKR said so herself. The incantation was never mentioned so for this story, let's pretend it's "Velieris Memoria," terms I just found from google. As for the cure, I'm still in the process of inventing it = )

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter series belongs to JKR.

Velieris Memoria - The false memory charm.

A spell that is conjured by a witch or wizard to alter someone's mind or memory.

Counter-charm: see Malissa Greenhawk

Hermione remembered changing her parents' memories into thinking that they didn't have a child. Now that the war is over, she would do anything to let them know that she existed. She turned to the Index page of the book she was reading and realized that something was odd.

"I don't understand," she told Draco, who was quite content in watching her that he never spoke a word since she immersed herself in the book. It wasn't an easy decision for Hermione to set foot in the Malfoy Manor again, but for her parents' sake, she's determined to do anything.

"That's new," he said, smirking. She gave him her most charming glare. "What's the problem?"

She handed him the thick old book. "Look here, it said 'see Malissa Greenhawk'. But this book has nothing about her. She's not in the index or in the table of contents. Even tried checking each topic alphabetically. There's nothing. Haven't even heard that name before. Have you?"

"Malissa Greenhawk," he read. "Yes, I've heard of her."

"Where? Who is this Malissa Greenhawk?"

"She was a famous novelist, way back before the first wizarding war. She was known for writing a book called 'Operation Daddy's Angel,' which was supposedly a tale for children. It was about a child who loved his sick father too much that he would do anything for him. The book received numerous awards and recognitions in the wizarding community… until things started to get out of hand."

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, not used to not knowing something.

"The children who read her book, they… imagined things. Her works brought many innocent children to St. Mungo's. There were also cases of death."

Hermione shuddered. "You mean she used the books to mess with those kids' minds? What's her motive for doing something so horrible?"

"I don't know the answer, only that the Ministry had banned and burned all her books. Every written account on her had been removed… I guess except this one."

"And what happened to her?" Hermione could not believe that this would be more complicated than she thought.

"Lifetime imprisonment in Azkaban."

"Extendable Ears v5.7," Rose Weasley remarked as Scorpius took the sponge from his pocket. He'd almost forgotten she's there. "You're not planning on eavesdropping, are you?"

"You can't stop me," he snapped. He had to make sure that his father was safe with that woman.

"I won't," said Rose. "In fact, I have something way cooler than that."

"And what is that?"

She brought out what looked like a pair of reading glasses from her small pouch, which he swore would only have enough space for coins. "The Wallescope beta," she said with pride.

"The what?"

She rolled her eyes as if she was talking to a dimwit. "Wall-es-cope. This is a prototype, so it's still likely to malfunction. Way better than the Extendable Ears though. You're lucky I brought an extra pair. Here, wear this one."

He reached for the glasses and wore them. He blinked, and suddenly it was as if there was no wall separating them from his father's room. From where he stood, he could clearly see his father's weak and pale body on the bed. Professor Weasley was sitting on the chair where he sat moments ago, her back to him. "Er, how exactly does the sound work?"

"Just tap the temple tips. Right, if you want to increase the volume, left to decrease it," she answered while tapping her finger near her right ear three times. He did the same.

"You should have told me, Draco." He could hear them now. Scorpius got to admit, the specs were amazing.

Tentatively, she reached for Draco's hand that was half-hidden under the blanket. The man closed his eyes at the touch. "I would have helped you, you know I would," she whispered, her voice trembling.

His father opened his eyes to look at her. "I didn't want you to see me like this."

"You and your Slytherin pride," she said in the same tone that she used to address her students. "You're not in Hogwarts anymore. Scorpius was really worried…" he flinched at the mention of his name. He could not understand why she was so sure that it was his father's fault, when she was the one who owled that cursed love letter that caused this.

"Scorp will be fine," Draco assured her.

She nodded, still holding his father's hand. "You raised a very good son, Draco. I thought you should know." The woman must have known he'd been eavesdropping. Rose lightly nudged his side with her elbow but he paid her no attention.

"Thanks, been trying my best… Your daughter, Rose, is very much like you,"

"I'll take that as a compliment," she said and they laughed, sharing a message that only the two of them could understand. Scorpius realized that it's been long since he last heard his father laugh.

"Are you sure about this, Hermione?" Harry asked as he handed her the parchment containing the information she needed. Being a respected Auror, Harry had access to everything. She owled him as soon as Draco told her about Malissa Greenhawk. She knew he won't fail her.

"Yes, Harry. You know how important this is to me," she placed the parchment inside her pouch, careful not to lose it.

"But it's Malfoy! Don't you think it's still too early to trust him? Ron still loves you, you know. Just ask for his help and he'd willingly go with you."

"Harry, please just listen to me. We've been friends for a very long time. You know how capable I am of protecting myself. Draco and I had a deal, and I'm confident that he won't break it."

"What, you made an unbreakable vow?" Harry snapped.

"I know what I'm doing Harry. If you can't trust him, then just trust me."

"Could you tell me what happened?"

"It was the spell," his father replied. "I was reading your letter, and I just… lost control."

"You stopped taking your potions," she said, more of a statement than a question. Scorpius wanted to ask Rose if she was still following the conversation. Their parents seemed to have started talking in riddles. Did they already find out they were listening?

"I did. Since the accident," Draco said, eyes fixed on the ceiling. "I couldn't replenish my supplies in this state, and I couldn't bring myself to let my son do it for me."

Scorpius glanced sideways at Rose. She was just as confused as he was.

"Just stay here, I'll come back." Hermione promised, standing up.

"Hermione wait," His father grabbed her hand before she could walk to the door. "I've missed you…"

He spoke those words in way that he never did with Astoria—with deep longing that made even Scorpius shake.

She gave his hand a gentle squeeze before whispering, "I'll be back. I promise."