AN: In case you didn't know I took tlc125's advice, and added more detail to chapter 3. There were no major plot changes, but it did improve the chapter, if you didn't see it make sure to go back. Thanks again tlc125!

It had been a week since Hermione had left Hogwarts, and she had spent that time at her home in London. Almost every day she would have a meeting with Minerva using the mind connection spell, both witches having easily perfected it. She was also spending her time preparing for the upcoming mission, which was really stressing her out. But having Minerva there had hugely helped, she was very understanding of Hermione's stress. Their meetings started early, and would usually last a few hours; as they would talk for hours about the hunt, making plans and discussing what Hermione should bring.

When they had first started talking about it that had led to one of the first problems of how Hermione was to fit everything into one bag; Minerva had quickly come up with a solution. A few days later Hermione received a small package from Minerva and carefully opened it, inside was a small, purple, beaded handbag. Minerva had placed an undetectable extension charm on it, and had put supplies in it. Hermione was deeply touched by the wonderful gift, knowing how much time the women must have spent with the charm work, and was sure to thank Minerva during their next meeting. It made her happy that the woman was there to help her prepare for the upcoming journey. For that, would not be the only time Minerva would offer the solution to a problem.

Hermione had also been studying all the books she could find that mentioned horcruxes, but was having trouble learning anything about them. The only thing most would say is they are dark items that were created by Herpo the Foul, who was the only know person to have successfully made one. Not happy with the small amount of information the books gave her she had gone searching for the book Secrets of the Darkest Arts, which was said to go into great detail about horcruxes; telling exactly what they were, how to create them, and destroy them. Her search had led to nothing but dead ends. Until she had learned of its last known location, which was the restricted section of the Hogwarts library, and realized Dumbledore must have hidden it somewhere. But, unable to go searching Hogwarts for it she decided to ask Minerva about some of the books she'd noticed in the women's rooms.

And so during their one of their meeting she gently asked Minerva about the books that were left to her by Dumbledore, hoping she would not be upsetting the woman by bringing up the dead man. Minerva gave Hermione a questioning look, but thankfully didn't seem upset, and started to name out all the books to her. When she called out the book Hermione was looking for, Hermione almost threw her hands up in success. Since she did not want the intelligent woman to be too suspicious, she asked to borrow all the books. Minerva seemed surprised but after a moment of consideration she agreed, and the next day Hermione received all the books in one big box.

She read over all the books in the box and put the useful ones in her beaded bag, sending the others back to Minerva with a small thank you note, she then started carefully reading through Secrets of the Darkest Arts, it was a big book with a dark cover and thin pages yellowed from age. She would get a bad feeling anytime she opened it and was careful to only read the section on horcruxes, as she did not want to learn any of the books other dark spells. Afterwards though she wished she had not read any of it, as it did indeed go into great detail about horcruxes, and had every step necessary for making a horcrux. It talked of very dark and gruesome acts and spells that almost had her throwing up. She was unable to understand how anyone could ever go through with any of it, especially more than once.

Hermione had put the book with the others in her bag in case they would need it, and had started gathering other things they would need. Food, water, clothing, medical supplies, potions, books, and camping equipment were all things she had put in the bag. Everything easily fit, and still left room for other things. She knew there were other things she would need, things she couldn't get right then. Some she would have to wait till she next saw Ron and Harry to get.

Right now she still had a week to get everything sorted until she went to the Burrow for Bill and Fleur's wedding, one of these things was what to do with her parents. Hermione, at the moment, was reading yet another article in the Daily Prophet about missing and dead muggleborns and their families as she sat on the sofa. Her parents sat watching the news on their television, not paying attention to what she was reading. She knew her parents weren't safe, she knew death eaters would torture them for information on her. But she was unsure of what she could do to protect them; not knowing where would be a safe place for them to go.

She decided she would talk to Minerva about the problem during the meeting they'd be having in a few minutes, she put the paper away and got up from the sitting room sofa to get ready for the meeting. "I'll be in my room working on a paper, please don't disturb me." She said as her mum and dad looked up. They nodded, smiling at their daughter, and then returned to watching TV. She walked out of her small room, walking to the other side of the house. Heading down a hallway on the first floor, she entered her bedroom.

The room was spacious and the walls and flooring were a light lavender color. The room only had one window with dark purple curtains, which were pulled back to be the only source of light in the room. The window had a desk and chair in front of it, on the desk there sat potted plants, a lamp, and other little decorations. There were three bookcases, one tall one to the left and two short ones to the right of the window, all filled with books. Though there were some gaps were books, she currently had in her bag, had once been. There were framed pictures of flowers hanging on the walls, and a noticeboard filled with pictures she'd taken during all her travels around the world. In the corner there was a light blue armchair, and on the other side of the room a small bed and nightstand.

Hermione walked over to the blue chair and sat, as she look at the time she saw it was almost time, and started to cast the spell. She closed her eyes softly whispering, "Minerva Gaea McGonagall." She opened her eyes, her room fading away, and after a moment the older women's face came into focus. Minerva smiled at her, wearing only her black inner robes that clung to her more than her usually, loose, green, outer robes. Her hair was done in a braid, thrown over one shoulder, and going down her front. Her eyes were warm and kind, she also wasn't wearing the gold rimmed glasses she sometimes wore. She was sitting at the desk in her study; it seemed she had been doing paperwork for the upcoming school year, something she had more to do of now that she was to be the headmistress.

"Hello Hermione, how are you?" the lovely woman asked, tucking her wand back into her robes. Hermione put away her own wand and answered the woman, "I'm fine Minerva, and how are you today?" She asked, going through the pleasantries before getting down to business. "I'm doing well, thank you my dear. Are you sure you're fine, you seem as though something is bothering you?" Minerva asked, of course she had caught on that there was something wrong. Hermione sighed, "Yes you're right I'm not fine, I'm worried." Minerva's eyebrows knitted together in concern. "It's my parents I know they're in danger, I need to hide them, but I don't know where or how! I thought maybe I could obliviate them and send the out of the country, but if I do I'll never be able to return their memories!" She said upset and unsure of what to do. Minerva had a look of deep thought on her face, "You could use a false memory charm on them, which could later be removed," she slowly suggested, "and make them want to move out of the country." She said, Hermione carefully consider it, and then started nodding and smiling. Knowing she was, of course, correct. "You're right, I could. I'll remove their memories of me, have them move, and give them false identities. And when Voldemort is gone I'll find them and restore the memories."She said happy Minerva was, once again, able to come up with a solution.

"The only problem is how can I get them false identities?" She asked. "Leave that to me, I can get that set up." Minerva said. Hermione gave her a questioning look, but nodded. The conversation continued for another hour until Hermione remember Minerva probably had things to get done. "I should go and eat, but I'll talk to you in a few days." She said Minerva nodded. "You're right, I too am getting hungry." She said.

"Just one last thing though before we go, promise me something." Hermione said, turning very serious. Minerva gave her a strange look, "Anything, darling." She softly said Hermione took a deep breath. "If it so happens that I don't live to see the end of this war, promise me you'll find my parents restore their memories, and tell them what has happened to me." She said Minerva turned solemn, looking almost mad. "Don't say such things Hermione, of course you'll live, you must! I won't promise such silly things!" She said voice rising and becoming shrill, she had a panicked look on her face. "Please Minerva, promise me." Hermione pleaded, her face was desperate. Minerva's eyes were shining with unshed tears, she looked like she would break down at any moment.

Minerva took a deep breath, "Fine, I promise, goodbye." She forcefully whispered, quickly trying to get the words out. She was obviously having trouble, and was trying to end the conversation. Hermione had not meant to make her cry, "I'm sorry Minerva, I didn't mean to upset you. Please believe me, goodbye." She said Minerva looked at her. "I forgive you." She quietly said before pulling her wand out and ending the connection. Hermione's bedroom came back into sight and she sighed, that meeting had ended horribly. She felt terribly guilty and selfish for making Minerva promise such a thing, she hoped Minerva had really forgiven her. She had to make sure her parents would get their memories back, and she trusted Minerva to make sure it would happen.

She got up and headed downstairs to eat lunch, hoping their next meeting would go better. She'd also decided to try spending as much time with her parents as she could from now until she left, not knowing when she'd next see them, if she ever saw them again that is.

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