[a/n]To Guest, who asked about Dippet from last time. I wouldn't blame anyone for not remembering this. I remembered what to look for, but had to REALLY dig. Won't say more to avoid spoilers, but it's #119 of the original HDD. It was posted 4/16/2018. Kudos to SMB for being the 1000th review here

Harry Does Different DI

The Wilkins

Confronts HG over memcharm

"Well the war's over, what'll we do now?" Ron Weasley looked around the rubble-filled Great Hall with decidedly mixed emotions.

Luna Lovegood favored the Trio with one of her spacey grins "We could spend a few minutes coming up with more hyphens for Harry."

"Oy vey NO!" the rather bloodied victor gave a long-suffering groan "Merlin, Godric, Helga, Rowena and Salazar spare me."

Leading the recently freed Slytherin House, a pug-nosed senior complained "Leaving the most noble for last, Potter?"

"Did you possibly notice… Parkinson… I named them alphabetically?" countered Harry tiredly "Like the way McGonagall did first day? By the way, on the subject of names, all this …what's it called? Same first letter, seen it all my life. Dudley Dursley, Piers Pokiss! I show up here what do I get? Minerva McGonagall? William Weasley? The Founders, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin? ON and ON. Tha' bloody hell!"

There was some giggling, a bit uncomfortable from those in the realm of his complaint. Into it, Hermione inserted "Same letter repetition, it is called Alliteration. Can we not worry about such things? We have been on the run nonstop for 311 days. I know, I counted. I want a few days to rest. At least."

"Hermione Granger, lazy bones. I find that image difficult to conjure." Harry joked, to which his male best friend sniggered. HE then sniggered at the elbow to the ribs that was her response before offering "Guess you'll check in with your parents. I'm sure they're worried."

Everyone resting in the Great Hall was treated with the unprecedented sight of the prim young witch slouching against a pillar. She sighed "Truth be told, they wouldn't remember me currently. I obliviated them and setup a protected identity situation in Australia. I didn't wish Voldemort targeting them because of me."

"I can't much approve of that." Harry glanced between the pair before resuming "Maybe you remember Lockhart? I'm sure Ron does 'Say goodbye to your memories' They s-"

An interruption, in the form of a redhead from Hufflepuff asked "Am I to understand you? Hermione Granger? YOU? Obliviated your parents? Your Muggle parents?"

"It was the only thing I could think to do at the time." The brunette witch's voice cracked, both strained and visibly unhappy "Really, Susan, can you imagine what would have happened - - -" But the redheaded witch was gone.

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With the absolute need to rest, both physically and mentally, never mind the funerals; it was weeks before Hermione could begin to make her way to Australia. Because she did not know, purposely, the exact location; it was a couple months after the Battle of Hogwarts when she located her parents.

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With the resources of the Ministry behind her a rather Slytheriny Hufflepuff alum was there within a week. The only, minor, glitch was initial contact taking place in Tasmania New Zealand rather than Sidney Australia. Susan Bones stood as the door opened, she had been loaned an office in the local police precinct for the discussion. She began "Thank you for your courtesy Sgt. Atlanta, I am sure we won't be long." And after the NZedder departed spoke to her guests "Monica and Wendell Wilkins, thank you both for coming to meet me. My name is Susan Bones, and let me assure you I have no official authority here in New Zealand, nor are either of you suspects in any crime. In fact my department is investigating a suspected crime against you."

"A point, I do not wish to seem condescending, but are you not a bit young?" asked Monica.

Her husband added immediately "And more to the point, you sound maybe Irish. What crime could possibly be taking place on the other side of the world that would involve Australians?"

"I take no offense." Said Susan, though her tone didn't quite match that "There are a number of reasons that are all jumbled together. I am British. My position has to do with my place in the nobility. My Aunt, Amelia, led the department until her murder two years ago. No one, and least of all me, thinks I should have that position. However my society, just having come out of a bloody civil war, means most people have other things to do."

Wendell said "I'm more news aware than my wife and I am certain if Britain had fallen into chaos, I would have heard SOMETHING about it."

"I thank you for the setup" the young woman was a bit condescending in response to his earlier remark "What do either of you know of magic?"

The couple exchanged looks and shrugged. Monica offered "I'm a Lord of the Rings fan if that is what you mean. But guys like Penn & Teller and Houdini just put on shows."

"After my First Year I was expected to be able to turn a spider into a crystal water goblet, fly a broom around a good sized lake within five minutes and brew a cure for most rashes." Said Susan coolly "I now could fly from here to your home in Sydney, but why bother, a couple pops and I could have you there minutes. Magic has a darker side including curses that can torture or kill. My aunt died that way."

The couple looked shell-shocked, Wendell recovered first "You don't seem deranged. Say, for the sake of conversation, we believe this bit of tripe; there's eight billion other people on the planet. Don't tell us you're going around announcing it in ones and twos."

"In essence, things like this happen all over the world; every day." she countered "Whenever a family of a non-magical child is told that all the little oddities happening in life have a very simple explanation."

Monica blinked in surprise "A trifle early then, are you not? I am only three months pregnant."

"Well! Congratulations!" the witch returned, pleasantly. Then shaking her head "But, no. As I mentioned earlier, we had a very bloody civil war. At the center of it were three people my age. Mr. and Mrs. Wilkins, concentrate here, focus on my voice…Their names…Ronald Weasley….Harry Potter …..Hermione Granger." It was just the right moment, not quite where she'd rehearsed, but Susan took the opportunity to act. While she was no Voldemort, or Dumbledore, she was as good a Legilimencer as a 18-year-old could be. And Hermione was not as good as she might have thought. The memory blocks fell at the first touch of her probe.

The couple got faraway looks that lasted almost a minute, then as their personalities reassembled looked across the desk and protested in essentially the same voice "Over a year!?"

"It is July 4 1998." The witch confirmed "I helped your own minds break what was done. The spell used is called Obliviate. I don't doubt your daughter will find you just as soon as she can. I have connections that got me here in days. Even with your vacation. Do you understand what was done to you?"

Michelle Granger/Monica Wilkins nodded "We're both well grounded in Latin, as you may surmise from our profession. Disregarding the terminology, someone wiped out our memories and put us in some type of witness protection. I seem to have both sets of memories. You Ian?" at a nod from her husband went on "Proceed, Miss …ahh… Bones, sorry, that was right?"

"Don't worry about it. I'm sure you're a bit befuddled." The witch gave an understanding smile "The Ministry, that is the Wizarding government, has strict laws on the use of that spell. There was a scandal involving a famous person just five years ago that, rumor has it, your daughter had some involvement in. It should only be used by those licensed to. In an emergency, anyone CAN do it, but they MUST report it. Officially a dropout, Hermoine is NOT licensed and has NOT …to date… reported her use thereof."

Ian Granger/Wendell Wilkins had a calculating look "Yet …you… the same age I believe, are?"

"My family has held positions of power in our world for centuries." Susan explained, just a little smugly "While we're not the Purebloodist types, it does give me certain advantages. Hermione is brilliant, but my first lessons in our mental arts began before I could write. I did not obliviate you, or your wife, I reversed it. Actually with minimal tampering. I DO have licensing AND prior authorization."

Michelle scowled "You intend to use us against our daughter."

"Question, Mrs. Granger, did Hermione authorize you to put you in …as you call it… witness protection?" Susan asked pointedly.

Ian leaned on the desk "I think you knew the answer to that before you left England. Why are you here?"

"It's complicated. One, I admit, it's not a small point for me." Susan should have realized these were smart people "The matter just isn't simple. Now, how your family deals with it internally is no one else's business, including mine. But, laws were broken, some serious ones. Everyone broke some law this past couple years, but this one HAS to go public. I'd bet my barely used Nimbus2000 on it never seeing the inside of a courtroom, let alone a conviction. Even if some will yell for her head on a platter. Funny thing, the loudest voices will be exactly the ones who broke them maliciously that SHOULD goto Azkaban."

The man's temper flared, then lapsed into a thin chuckle "I was about to rant about your corruption, but that would be a double standard. Truth be told, I think our daughter needs a lump or two. Nor do I mind participating. Michelle?"

"No complaints from me, Ian. Miss Bones, we are at your disposal." The woman didn't quite smirk

The witch grinned "You might get along well with two of Hermione's friends." An image of the Weasley twins floated in her mind.

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"I'm sure it'll all be good, Mione." The redhead wizard hugged his still quite recent girlfriend supportively "We'll be there with you."

Harry however, tugged on his elbow "I don't think it's our place, Ron."

"Harry's right, Ron." Hermione sounded much like she did when uttering a very similar phrase as a much younger girl "Doctors, even dentists, do not handle appointments that way. Exam rooms are pretty small. Besides, I should do this alone."

Britain's most famous wizard squeezed her shoulder and said lightly "I'll keep him out of trouble. Maybe go for a walk."

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"You're Hermione Granger?" a man in medical garb walked in after knock on the door, not looking at the patient "A bit late, but not to worry. My partner will join us as soon as she's finished a little paperwork. Have you right as rain shortly."

Still not ready to reveal herself, at least until her mother arrived, the putative patient replied "Thank you, sir, I just hope it's minor."

"I'll do my Muggle best." The dentist answered coolly as he came fully into the room.

"Of course, I - -! !" Hermione began then all but swallowed her tongue "Whawazzatyusayd?"

Wearing a non-medical top, the female dentist entered on cue and answered "A little birdie by the name of Susan Amelia Bones stopped by a couple weeks ago. You're acquainted with her?"

"Ummm …a school friend." The teen was half out of the exam chair and going for her wand "Mum, Dad, what was she doing here?"

"Yes, we're both fully here." Said the male "Michelle and Monica, ian and Wendell Granger. Right. Let's start with Great to see you're safe; healthy. We understand the same for your friends, happy for that. Your school chum caught us up with the goings on. At least from her perspective. I think we're due an explanation for the last seven years AND the thought process that led to thinking we were good candidates for obliviation."

Feeling more than a little anxious, Hermione replied "Of course …Mum, Dad… can't we …ahhh… at least goto your house and relax? It is a rather long story."

"We are quite used to this environment, dear." Answered Michelle lightly, if with an undertone of parental menace. She had picked up a drill, which whined for a few seconds when turned on briefly.

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An hour had passed and the redhead was getting edgy "Step it up a bit, mate. I want to get back! Why can't we just apparate?"

"Three reasons, Ronald!" Harry affected a Hermioneish manner "I'm rather enjoying the stroll. AND we're just a few blocks away now. Five minutes tops. Last, from a Statute perspective, shouldn't even USE that word where it can be overheard." The pair walked on with Harry putting up with an increased pace. That is, until he stopped, tense "I felt it too."

Ron didn't bother asking, he simply disapparated.

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Three quite large men were in the dentists' office and had wands out to confront the arriving apparators. One had hold of Hermione's elbow, whose arms were restrained behind her back. One of the others spoke with a mild Outback accent "You two can stand down. Miss Granger is wanted for questioning in Britain by your Ministry."

"On what charge?!" both young wizards exclaimed.

One Australian auror enjoyed his job too much "Ohh nothing too serious. Muggle-baiting, Assault, Kidnapping, Misuse of Ministry Resources."

"Hold on Ron." Harry nudged his friend "They're just following orders. Sir, who in Britain gave the order?"

Handing over a copy, the auror replied "Boss said she was looking to make a name for herself. It's signed by an S Bones."

"Always thought that little bint was a secret Slytherin." Snarled Ron.

And that was when Mrs. Granger appeared "They've assured us she will get a fair hearing. And arguably, she did break the law."