Idk if there is a such thing as 37 Hall St. in Melbourne. I just made it up.

Oh and in this fic, I'll be keeping the Australian names she gave them, but Hermione's parents names are Ava and Michael Granger. Thought they sounded like upstanding dentist names lol.


In these moments, moments of our lives

All the world is ours

And this world is so right

You and I sharing this time together, oh

Sharing the same dream

As time goes by, we will find

These are the special times

Times we'll remember

These are the precious times

The tender times, we'll hold in our hearts forever

These are the sweetest times

These times together

And through it all one thing will always be true

The special times are the times I share with you

-Christina Aguilera These Are The Special Times


Chapter Twenty-Seven: Christmas, Australia

"There it is. 37 Hall St." said Ron, pointing to a quaint brick house on the end of a quiet block on Christmas morning.

Hermione took in a deep breath. "I don't know if I can do this, Ron." she said, shaking.

"Mione, it's going to be okay." said Ron, putting his arm over her shoulder. "We came all this way and looked at I don't know how many dentist offices and suburbs until we finally found them. You can do this. You need your family back. They need to remember you."

"But what if they hate me. Ron? What if they don't want anything to do with me?" asked Hermione.

"Then at least they can get their lives back and at least know that they are indeed your parents." said Ron. "And they won't hate you. They may be pissed, but they will never hate you."

Hermione nodded. She took a couple more breaths to pump herself up. "Okay. I'm ready. Let's go over the plan again." she said as they crossed the street to the house.

"Right. Okay so we are going to pretend that we got a flat tire around the corner from their house, and we need to use their fellytone."

"Telephone, Ronald..."

"Right. Tellyfone." said Ron. "So we say that, then get in, and as soon as we have an opening, we stun them, then then you do your thing."

They had reached the front door. Hermione reached up to knock, but hesitated.

"Oh come on love, are you a Gryffindor or not?" smirked Ron. He then took it upon himself to knock on the door.

A few seconds later, a woman opened the door. Hermione paused and stared at her mother. She still looked the same, with long jet black hair and smooth milk chocolate skin. Hermione had most of her mother's beauty, but her father's lighter skin tone and eyes.

"Can I help you?" said the woman.

"Please ma'am, our car." said Ron in a somewhat frantic voice. "It broke down around the way, and I need to call my father to come and retrieve us. Would you happen to have a phone?"

"Oh of course dear, come right in." said the woman pleasantly, eyes still on Hermione. The pair walked in, standing in the entryway. The woman walked Ron into the sitting room and came back seconds later, as Hermione looked at the plain pictures on the wall.

The woman currently known as Monica Wilkins gazed at Hermione as if she was a rare artifact. "Your friend said he is calling his father now. Forgive me, but it feels as if we have met before." said Monica, curiously. "Have you ever been to my husband and I's dentistry?"

"No, Mum- I-I-I mean ma'am. "stuttered Hermione, nervously. "I can't say that I have."

"Hmmm. Interesting." said Monica, studying Hermione closely. "I'm terrible with names, but I never forget a face, and yours seems vaguely familiar."

Before Hermione could speak, Ron came back into the entryway. "Dad said he would be this way soon. Just have to wait it out." said Ron, eyeing Hermione intently.

"Well why don't you two wait for him here?" suggested Monica. "It looks like rain, and I was just about to make some tea. You sound like you may be British like my husband and I, so I'm sure you would appreciate a good spot of tea."

Hermione smiled. "We are. We're currently on holiday, visiting relatives."

"Excellent!" said Monica. "I'll just fetch my husband and get him to join us. You two can sit in the parlor just there."

She pointed back to the room where Ron had been. Hermione and Ron walked in and sat down on the sofa beside each other.

"This won't be as easy as I thought." whispered Ron.

"She remembers me." said Hermione, breathlessly. "I don't know how, but she remembers me."

"You're her daughter. How could she really forget? Besides, who would ever want to forget your face?" said Ron, lightly touching Hermione's cheek, causing her to blush.

"You're picking the wrong time to be cute." said Hermione as she grabbed Ron's hand.

"I thought I was always cute. I'm offended." said Ron in mock disappointment.

"You are extremely cute, Ron." said Hermione as she straightened up the collar on his shirt.

"Oh Wendell, aren't they adorable?" came Monica's voice from behind Ron, taking he and Hermione out of their lite world. "Just like we were when we were young, right?"

The man now known as Wendell nodded as Ron and Hermione stood up. "Wendell Wilkins." he said, holding out his hand, which Ron took and shook firmly.

"Oh dear me, I didn't even introduce myself. I'm Monica."

"Ron Weasley, sir." said Ron.

"Weasley? Hmmm Weasley...that name sounds so familiar. Unusual, but familiar." said Wendell, still having a firm grip on Ron's hand.

"I'm Hermione Granger." said Hermione as she stared at the man who was unknowingly her father.

"Hermione? Beautiful name." said Wendell, letting go of Ron's hand. "Shakespearian, yes?"

"Yes sir. From his play A Winter's Tale." answered Hermione.

"Your parents named you well." said Wendell, smiling the smile Hermione knew was his 'trying to be polite but not really caring' smile.

"Well, you've seen them, Wen, come help me the tray, won't you?" asked Monica.

"Our only chance." mouthed Ron to Hermione as he reached for his wand, Hermione following suit.

As soon as the pair trimmed their backs to them both Ron and Hermione took aim at their backs and yelled "STUPEFY!"

Red lights shot out of their wands, striking the Wilkins in their backs, flooring both of them.

"Merlin! I didn't mean to hit them that hard!" yelped Hermione.

Ron couldn't help but snicker. "It's fine. We can revive them. Now, just calm yourself down and concentrate on the spell yeah?"

Hermione took a few breaths in. She then concentrated on her parents who were on the floor. She pointed to her mother's head first.

"Memoriam revoco. Memoriam revoco." she whispered over and over until a blue beam of light shot out of her wand and through her mother's head. She did the same for her father.

"You think it worked?" asked Hermione.

"There"s only one way to find out." said Ron. "If we revive them, and they don't act like your parents would, we are going to apparate back to the hotel, you got it?"

"But Ron? That would mean that it didn't work." said Hermione, scared.

"I know. But we can't risk them calling the muggle police on us and then we're trapped here." said Ron. "We would just go back and try to figure out another solution, yeah?"

Hermione sighed, but nodded in agreement.


"Ready?"

"I'm ready."

They pointed their wands at the pair on the floor.

"Finite Incantatem" they said. They then backed up and braced themselves.

Wendell got up first with a great moan. He then helped Monica up off the floor.

"Mike? What happened?" she asked, holding the back of her head.

Upon hearing her mother use her father's correct name, Hermione shrieked."RON, IT'S THEM! IT'S THEM!"

Her parents turned towards her. "Hermione?" said Ava looking confusedly at her daughter. "Why did you change your- Wait...where are we?"

The two looked at their surroundings, realizing that they were not in their own house back in London. "Hermione? What's going on? And when did your little red headed friend get here? Where is here?"

Hermione couldn't contain her excitement any longer. She ran and crashed into her mother, hugging her tightly and crying on her shoulder.

"Mum, I've missed you so much! I thought I lost you!" sobbed Hermione.

Michael continued to look around the room, bewildered.

"What is going on? This isn't our house." said Michael. "Have we traveled? The last thing I remember is us sitting down about to have tea."

"Hermione, what is wrong with you?" asked Ava as she tried to pry Hermione off of her. "What did you mean by you thought you lost me?"

"Yes, Hermione. You're acting as if we didn't see you at least an hour ago when you went to your room." said Michael.

"Hermione looked back at Ron. "Love, it's time."

"Time?" Love? Hermione, what is going on? I'm starting to get annoyed." said Ava, sternly.

"Mum, Dad, please sit down. We have a lot to talk about." said Hermione pointing to the sofa.

Ava did as her daughter said. Michael didn't move. "I'd rather stand." he said.

Hermione took in a deep breath. "Okay. So, firstly, to clear up the confusion of your surroundings, I need to tell you that you're not at home anymore. You're in Melbourne, Australia."

"Australia?!"exclaimed Ava, jumping up from the sofa. "Did I hear you correctly?"

"Hermione nodded.

"How the hell did we get here?" said Michael. "I don't remember traveling anywhere!"

"Hermione Jean, this is really starting to scare me." said Ava, walking up to her husband looking fearful.

"Mum, please don't be afraid." said Hermione. "The reason why you're here is because I sent you here. Last summer actually. Long story short, there was a war going on and I was afraid for your safety, so I modified your memories so you would think you were Wendell and Monica Wilkins and moved you to Australia. You didn't even know you had me. You knew nothing of the wizarding world."

Ava and Michael's jaws dropped. " Hermione, you used magic on us?" whispered Ava, suddenly horrified.

"I had to, Mum." said Hermione, starting to cry again. "They would have came after you. They would have killed you to get to me. Harry, Ron, and I had to go and find things to defeat Voldemort and I couldn't leave knowing that something bad could possibly happen to you two."

"I knew it!" said Michael loudly. "I knew that we should have never let her go to that school! Let her dive into that weird wizarding world!"

"Daddy!"

"Michael!"

"She would come back every year looking different and acting different, and sometimes she wouldn't come back at all! Too busy always around that boy and his family!" yelled Michael, pointing to Ron as if he were a nuisance.

"I beg your pardon!" said Ron, offended.

"Now Michael-"

"Ava, be quiet! You know it yourself. We lost our daughter to that freaky world the day she got that insane letter!"

"Dad stop it!" yelled Hermione, seeing Ron clenching his fists, trying to hold back his words.

"What was our one rule, Hermione Jean Granger? What was it?!"

Hermione sighed. "Not to use my magic against you. And I never have until it truly mattered, Dad. And Ron's world isn't freaky, and I'm glad to be a part of it. I'm happy that I'm a witch. You can't take that away from me, and I won't let you just because you're angry that I did what I had to to protect you. If you're going to hate me for keeping you safe, then I accept that."

Michael huffed and stormed out the room. Ava looked at him and then back at Hermione and Ron.

"Well this will be a Christmas for the history books." said Ava.

"Ms. Granger, if I may say something on Hermione's behalf?" asked Ron, feeling himself calm down slowly. "Hermione is a wonderful person, and an equally wonderful witch. I know she may have disobeyed what you told her, but you know your daughter well enough. She would never break your rules for selfish reasons. She did what she felt she needed to do to help you and keep you two safe."

"I understand that, Ron. It's just a matter of trust. Hermione, you could have said something, showed us something. You didn't have to resort to making us forget ourselves."

"I did Mum. I had to." said Hermione. "If you would have known what was happening, you would have never let go with Ron and Harry and they needed me. Plus, Death Eaters were looking for me as I'm a Muggleborn and at the time my kind were being rounded up. They would have came after you and Merlin knows what they would have done. Please understand. I had to do this. But, I am sorry."

Ava looked at her daughter's shame ridden face. She walked over to her and brought her in for a hug. "I do understand, my love. I may not like it, but I do understand."

Hermione hugged her mother tightly. Ron let out a sigh of relief. At least that was one parent on their side.

"You know your father." said Ava, letting go of Hermione. "He's going to take some time. He will see reason eventually. Just promise me if ever there is a danger, if ever you have to use magic on us, at least tell us. Please?"

"I promise." said Hermione.

Ava smiled at her daughter. Then she brought her attention to Ron. "Now you, if I heard you earlier correctly, I recall you calling my daughter love. What's that all about?" she asked with a grin.

"Oh no..." mumbled Hermione.

"Well, ummmm, Hermione and I, we...we're together." said Ron nervously as he tried to look at everything else but Ava's eyes.

"Together, eh?" said Ava, amused. "Well, it's about time. All those letters about you and you two arguing and how you would get on her nerves, but hen be sweet. I'm happy to see you've finally figured it out, Hermione."

"Mum..." whined Hermione as she rolled her eyes.

"She wrote letters about me?" asked Ron, happily surprised.

"Mom, don't you-"

"All the time." laughed Ava. "Ever since first year when you called her a nightmare, I knew you two were going to end up an item. Matter of fact, your father owes me money, and as soon as he is done being angry, I'm gonna collect."

"Oh Mum you didn't!" said Hermione, mortified. Ron laughed loudly, keeping in his mind that he used to write his parents about Hermione as well.

"What's wrong? Don't want your boyfriend knowing just how much you have always liked him?" said Ava, teasing her daughter.

"Mother!"

"Okay, okay, I'll back off. Now come on and let's get a proper breakfast in you. You're looking thin, Hermione. And hopefully I can figure out this kitchen. I feel as if I'm starting to remember here as well" said Ava.

As the three of them walked towards the kitchen, Michael called Hermione's name from a small room. Hermione told the others to go on as she went I to the office by herself.

Michael stood on the middle of the room and eyed his daughter intently. Hermione gave him an intense stare back.

"Dad, I'm-"

Michael walked up to her and put his arms around her tightly. "Don't ever, ever, do anything to make me forget about you ever again." he whispered into the top of her head, tears running down his cheeks and into her hair.

Hermione couldn't help crying herself. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm so sorry."

"I just never want to not know you, dear. You're my only child. My everything besides your mother. The smartest girl of your age that I have ever met. I don't want to not know you, is that clear?"

"Yes Dad." said Hermione, smiling up at her father.

"That's my baby girl. And I'm sorry about what I said about what is a part of you, as well as Ron." said Michael.

"I forgive you Dad."

"Speaking of Ron, did I overhear right? Should I prepare the 'touch my daughter and I'll kill you' speech for him?" asked Michael, smirking.

"Dad..."