Hermione's parents will get a little revenge on their daughter. Nothing like embarrassing your child eh?

Character(s): Golden trio, the Grangers.

"How could you do this to us?!" Mrs. Granger's incensed shout echoed on the front porch.

Harry and Ron both winced.

The pair of them were sitting outside a small little beach home, as Hermione reunited with her parents. It had taken a lot of planning to arrive at Australia, but the trip had been rather short. With help via the Ministry, Kingsley had gotten in touch with A.M.C. or the the Australian Magical Commonwealth, and with their help tracked Hermione's parents down under their new aliases. The Grangers, or the "Wilkins," had settled down on Gold Coast, in a lovely beach house. Hermione's mum and Dad had both gotten a job at a surfing shack, much to the amusement of Harry and Hermione, and confusion of Ron.

( It had been quite a feat to explain to Ron that there was a sport where you balanced on a flat piece of wood while riding a wave. The red head had been baffled how you managed this without magic or drowning or getting crushed on to rock, or eaten by a shark-Ron's lists of ways to die had been rather long. )

The A.M.C. then set up a secret portkey for Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and when the three arrived in Austraila were even gracious enough to drop them off near where Hermione's parents now resided.

"Now don't forget, you have paperwork you must come back 'n' fill out before you head back to England," a dark skinned wizard had said to the three of them, "Ministry rules 'n' all."

"We promise, and thank you!" Harry has said, briskly shaking the wizard's hand.

The man smiled, "Bonza luck!"

He drove away, with Ron mouthing the word, "bonza" looking bewildered. Hermione had smiled, and slipped her hand in his, and then another in Harry's before tugging them to a small beach house. She at last was ready to be reunited with her parents. Yes, the trip had been nice and easy, and the journey to Mr. and Mrs. Granger's front door even easier... but of course now that they were here, and Hermione had restored her parents' memories.

That was the tricky part.

Her parents pleasant faces instantly mottled into horror as they suddenly recalled their daughter whom they'd forgotten for a year.

From the sound of the shouting coming from the house, they were not happy.

Giving their friend and her loved ones space, Harry and Ron had gone outside to sit on the porch, and had been there in awkward silence for well over an hour.

"...Hermione's mum really sounds like her," Ron remarked as he heard Hermione's mother shouting.

Harry winced sympathetically as Hermione's voice carried over the shouting as she tried to explain herself, "Glad we came here...I think I'm going to owe her parents an apology."

Ron nodded, "Yeah you might. The whole wizarding world might owe then an apology by the sound of it! It's beautiful here though... even if it is scorching!"

Harry nodded before glancing at his best friend's red ears. Reaching into his bag Harry offered Ron a bottle, "Here Ron. Some more sun block."

Ron accepted it graciously, "This is no place for someone with pale delicate skin such as myself!"

Harry chuckled, and Ron grinned as he began to slather on a new coating of lotion. At the same time both boys seems to realize it had gone quiet inside the house. Turning to look at the door, and then to each other, both scrambled to get up. The sudden silence had put them both on edge.

After a long moment the door opened, and Hermione's father stepped outside. The door remained open and they could see Hermione and her mother embracing tightly. Harry and Ron didn't get much time to see her, as soon the man had swept both boys up into a tight hug. Harry and Ron both fumbled in the man's grasp, Ron nearly choking as he was dragged down for the embrace.

"Thank you...thank you..." Mr. Granger's strained voice came, and Harry and Ron looked at each other from over the older man's shoulders.

"You kept her safe. That's all I could ask. Thank you!" Mr. Granger continued before releasing the two young men.

Harry and Ron could say nothing, as the man looked at them with gratitude and relief, his eyes wet, and his grin wide. Mr. Granger swept an arm towards the door, "Please. Please come inside. We've all much to talk about."

Harry and Ron nodded, obediently heading inside, trying not to look at Hermione and her mother as they wept and embraced. Mrs. Granger however spotted Ron, and wiped her eyes smiling wide. Still holding Hermione, Mrs. Granger sniffed and called out, "Oh Ronald! You'll have to tell me how you and my daughter came to be dating. I know she's fancied you for so long."

Ron's eyes went wide and his face turned as red as his hair.

Hermione squeaked mortified, and Harry choked, clamping a hand to his mouth as he desperately tried to contain his laughter.

Mr. Granger looked suddenly stricken and managed a, "What?" before turning to stare at Ron with an unreadable expression.

"Mother!" Hermione hissed, her face scarlet.

Mrs. Granger smiled, relishing in being able to be a mom, as well as for embarrassing her daughter.

"There now love, there's more punishment where that came from! I imagine your father's going to give your Ronald a talk! Consider this our first bit of punishment for making as forget you dear," Hermione's mother claimed calmly as she squeezed Hermione's shoulder.

Harry finally erupted, his laughter so loud and hard he had to sit down on the floor.

End

The A.M.C, or Australian Magical Commonwealth is something I of course made up. I wanted to sneak a little joke in here, just for myself really, so I figured out how to Turn my favorite place to see movies (Amc movie theaters) into Austraila's magical ministry.