A/N: Here is the latest installment of Getting Back Home! Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything (except the plot), that all goes to J.K Rowling.
After Hermione had gone back to Renald's Inn and gotten her bag and Ron's owl, Pig, who was lent to her by the Weasleys so she could send them letters, and she had gone back to 17 Rose Drive. Mrs. Wilkins had showed her to the guest bedroom in their house. The Wilkins had made Hermione feel right at home, which was easy because the moment she saw Mrs. Wilkins, Hermione felt at home. Hermione felt so at home, finally being able to talk to her parents again, and not have to worry about lying about a war or her life in a totally different world.
Hermione walked down the stairs to the kitchen for breakfast the day after she arrived to her parents' house. The smell of bacon and waffles traveled throughout the house. It reminded Hermione when she had went home for break and her mother would make a huge breakfast feast in Hermione's honor.
"How did you sleep," Mrs. Wilkins asked when she saw Hermione standing in the doorway of the kitchen.
"Wonderfully," Hermione said with a gigantic smile.
"Good. Come and sit down, dear, and I'll get you some breakfast," Mrs. Wilkins said, sending Hermione a smile back.
Hermione sat down at the table, and then noticed that she and Mrs. Wilkins were the only one in the kitchen.
"Is anyone else awake?" Hermione asked. It was around 9:30 am, and Hermione knew that they always woke up early, even on weekends when everyone else would sleep in.
"Wendell went to work, and Hermia won't get up for another half an hour," Mrs. Wilkins answered.
"Oh, Have you-" Hermione quickly cut herself off, not wanting to rush her decision on the spell to get their memory back.
"Have we decided on the memory-thingy?" Mrs. Wilkins finished, still being able to read Hermione's mind just by looking at her face, and smiled happily at Hermione.
Hermione chuckled at the 'memory-thingy' comment. "Yeah, that."
"Wendell wanted to talk to you about that, so I think we should wait until he gets home," Mrs. Wilkins replied while putting waffles onto a plate for Hermione. Mrs. Wilkins didn't actually come to a decision with Mr. Wilkins. They went over the pros and cons in their heads a billion times, and there were so many more pros than cons, but Mr. Wilkins still wasn't sure. He felt as though he should trust Hermione, but also felt that her being a stranger was holding him back from trusting her completely. Hermione felt familiar, like a face you had saw at a party and you can't seem to place where you've seen it before. But Mr. Wilkins, being the skeptic that he is, denied he ever felt that familiar feeling.
Mrs. Wilkins, on the other hand, was all for the spell. She wanted to know if Hermione really was her daughter. Mrs. Wilkins liked Hermione, she seemed like a lovely, smart girl. Hermione looked so much like herself and her husband, and personality wise, she was a split of the both of them. All of what Hermione was saying made sense, and it all clicked. Names sounded vague but familiar to Mrs. Wilkins, as if she had heard them in a dream.
Mrs. Wilkins finished piling Hermione's plate high with food, and set it down in front of her at the table.
"Thanks," Hermione said with a smile.
"You're-"
"!"
"And that'll be Hermia waking up. I'll be right back. COMING DEAR!"
Mrs. Wilkins ran up the stairs, leaving Hermione chuckling lightly, and alone in the kitchen. Hermione looked down at the amazingly delicious looking food in front of her. Hermione picked up her fork and ate some of the waffles. Hermione missed her mom's cooking, and she thought that it was great that the first piece of her mom's cooking that she ate again was waffles, Hermione's favorite food.
"'Ermione! Show me the colors!" Hermione heard Hermia exclaim from the door. Hermione looked toward the door and saw Hermia in Mrs. Wilkins' arms, bouncing up and down with excitement.
"I'll show you something better," Hermione said with a little laugh. She stood up, and took out her wand from her pocket. She pointed it upward, thought of her happiest memory, and said, "Expecto Patronem!" A silver mist escaped from the tip of Hermione's wand, and the mist formed a silver otter, that jumped around the room, and around Hermia. Hermia started at it, wide-eyed, and started bouncing even more in Mrs. Wilkins' arms. She was clapping her hands, too. Then, the otter disappeared into a puff of silver mist. Mrs. Wilkins kept staring at the place where the otter had disappeared. She was so surprised to see such a beautiful thing, and she smiled brightly. Mrs. Wilkins was proud of Hermione, for some reason that she couldn't explain.
"That was… amazing," Mrs. Wilkins complimented in awe.
Hermione smiled and felt a blush creep up onto her cheeks. "Thanks."
"Do it again! Do it again!" Hermia roared.
Hermione chuckled at Hermia's excitement, "Maybe later, Hermia. I'm going to eat first."
"And you're going to eat, too," Mrs. Wilkins told Hermia as she sat her down on the baby-chair next to Hermione.
"Will I be able to make pretty colors, too?" Hermia asked Hermione, with a hopeful gleam in her eyes.
Mrs. Wilkins' head shot up. The thought that Hermia may be a wizard, too, had never crossed her mind. Mrs. Wilkins wondered if it was possible, that two children could be wizards. If Hermione is my child, Mrs. Wilkins thought, sighing inwardly.
"Maybe, you'll have to wait until your older to find out," Hermione replied. She would love it if Hermia turned out to be a wizard too, even though she knew the chances were really slim, but possible. Colin and Denis Creevey were both muggleborn, so why not me and Hermia, Hermione thought with a huge smile.
"I'm going to go and write a letter to everyone back in London. I'll talk to you soon," Hermione said as she put her plate in the sink and walked up the stairs to the guest bedroom she was using.
Hermione picked up her quill and parchment, that she brought to Australia, and started writing her letter.
Dear everyone,
I miss you all so much, even though it has been only a day. I have so much to tell you all already. I found my parents easily, they were living in the same place where I sent them, thankfully. They also had a daughter! I have a sister! Her name is Hermia, and she is the most adorable toddler I've ever met, besides Teddy.
My parents are exactly the way I remember them, and I think they believe me when I told them that I'm their daughter. They aren't sure if they want me to do the spell, yet. I think my father isn't too on board with the idea, but my mother is all for it. They have been talking it over for a while, and I think they came to a decision. This might mean I'll be coming home faster than expected! I can't wait until I get to talk to you all face-to-face again.
Love,
Hermione
Hermione wanted to make it longer, and say special things to Ron, Harry and Ginny, but she knew that she'd have to wait until later to. She attached the letter to Pig, and sent him off to London.
XxXxXx
A little while later, Mr. Wilkins walked through the door, coming home from work. He had thought about the whole Hermione-daughter-spell thing at work, and he still didn't know what he wanted to do. Mr. Wilkins barely knew Hermione, yet he felt like he did know her. A part of him trusted her, and the other part didn't. Mr. Wilkins knew that his wife was all for the spell, but he still wasn't sure. He kept thinking about what might go wrong, he could forget everything, and Hermione might not even be his daughter. For all he knew, Hermione could be some crazy chick who escaped from an nut-house and could kill his whole family in their sleep. Mr. Wilkins knew that that was very unlikely, and probably not true, but you could never be too careful.
Mr. Wilkins stepped into his house, and looked around. He didn't see Hermia or Hermione, but his wife was sitting down on the couch, waiting for him. She looked up when he walked through the door.
"Hello, honey," she said with a small smile toward her husband.
"Hi," he replied as he leaned down to give her a small peck on the lips and sat down next to her on the couch.
"How was your day?"
"The usual. But I know you want to talk about Hermione," Mr. Wilkins answered with a sigh.
"I do. I believe her. I've spent the day with Hermione, and she seems so familiar, but doesn't. It's a weird feeling. I think we should let her do that memory thing she was talking about."
"I'm still not sure," Mr. Wilkins said hesitantly.
"There's no harm in trying. If she's not our daughter, than the spell won't work, right?"
"I guess so. Maybe…"
"Yes! We should! I believe her, and imagine if she is our daughter, and we abandon her? That would be horrible! We'd miss out on knowing our own daughter!"
"I never really thought about that," Mr. Wilkins replied. She was right, if Hermione did turn out to be their daughter, he wouldn't want to abandon her. "I think we should let her do the spell."
"Great! We should tell Hermione, now! As soon as possible!"
"Sure. Where is she, anyway?" Mr. Wilkins asked as he started to look around the living room for any sign of Hermione or Hermia.
"Outside with Hermia, showing her some spells," Mrs. Wilkins answered with a smile. She was imagining what would happen if Hermia turned out to be a witch too. Mrs. Wilkins would be so proud of her two girls.
Mr. Wilkins got up off of the couch and walked to the back door, and saw Hermia sitting on the grass, clapping her hand as Hermione pointed her wand toward her, and flowers sprouted out from the tip of it. He opened the door and walked out side, Mrs. Wilkins fallowing right behind him.
"Hermione," Mr. Wilkins called from the porch.
"Yes?" Hermione answered, tearing her gaze away from Hermia and toward Mr. Wilkins.
"We want-"
"We want you to do the memory-thinger-ma-bob!" Mrs. Wilkins exclaimed as she interrupted her husband.
Hermione nearly dropped her wand on Hermia's head when she heard what Mrs. Wilkins said. "Really?" Hermione asked with a hopeful smile spreading across her face.
"Really." Mr. Wilkins confirmed, smiling back at Hermione.
Hermione bent down and scooped up Hermia into he arms, and almost ran up the stairs that led to the porch and fallowed her parents into the house. She set Hermia down on the couch and sat down next to her. Mr. and Mrs. Wilkins were sitting on the couch across from them.
"So, how does this work again?" Mr. Wilkins asked.
"Well, the spell I'm going to use, Momento, will regain any memory I took away from you, which is a lot. You might feel a little light headed to get a head ache, but that's normal," Hermione replied, still unable to wipe her smile off her face.
"Let's do this!" Mrs. Wilkins said excitedly as she jumped up from the couch. Mr. Wilkins fallowed in her lead, and Hermione stood up too.
"Who's first?" Hermione said, still smiling.
"I will!" Mrs. Wilkins exclaimed. She wanted to remember Hermione so badly, and as soon as possible.
Hermione stepped toward Mrs. Wilkins, and held up her wand to her head. She took in a deep, shaky breath. Hermione still wasn't sure if it would work or not, but she hoped with all her heart that it would.
"Momento," Hermione whispered, rotating her wand to the left. A small blue glow floated out from the tip of Hermione's wand and went toward Mrs. Wilkins' head, and encircled it before going into her ears.
Mrs. Wilkins gasped. Her head began to throb, but was cold. Then, pictures started to flow through her brain. Hermione's third birthday, when she had accidentally dropped Hermione's cake on her husband's head. Hermione, on her tenth Christmas, opening up a book that she and her husband had bought, a huge smile on her face. Taking Hermione to platform 9 3/4, and seeing her get on the train and feeling prouder than she had ever felt for her daughter. Hermione talking about her first year at Hogwarts after coming home for Summer Break, and going on and on about Harry and Ron. She felt tears escape from her eyes as she remembered everything about Hermione.
"Mrs. Wilkins? Are you okay?" Hermione asked hesitantly.
"I'm not Mrs. Wilkins… I'm… I'm Jean Granger," she replied as she ran towards Hermione and embraced her in a gigantic hug. Tears kept falling from her eyes, but she could care less. She had her daughter back, and she remembered her life before Australia.
Hermione hugged her mother back, and felt tears escape her own eyes. Hermione was so glad that the spell worked, and that she did it right. She was so glad to have her mother hug her again.
"It-it worked?"
Hermione let go of her mother and looked over toward her father. He had hope in his eyes, wanting with all his heart for it to have worked.
"It did," Mrs. Granger replied, wiping away her tears of happiness.
"Well, do the spell on me!"
Hermione laughed, and pointed her wand toward her father's head. She did the spell again, and the blue glow encircled his head and entered in through his ears.
Mr. Wilkins closed his eyes, feeling the cold chill enter his head. He saw pictures of Hermione when he closed his eyes. Memories started reeling through his head. Memories of holding Hermione for the first time, of teaching her how to ride a bike, of trying to get her to learn softball (which she hated, Hermione had never cared for sports, only books), and Hermione talking to him about a new book she had just finished, or a new fact she had learned. He remembered his life before Australia, and that he wasn't one of the Wilkins, he was a Granger.
Mr. Granger opened his eyes, and saw three pairs of eyes staring back at him, his wife and his two daughters. He felt the happiest he had ever felt, because he finally had his whole family again, even though he didn't know someone was missing before. Mr. Granger walked over to Hermia, and picked her up, then he walked over to Hermione and his wife.
"Hermia, this is your sister," Mr. Granger said, smiling ear-to-ear.
A/N: Yay! The Granger's are back together! Happy days are here again! Anyway, Review and all that jazz, please!