Hermione started. She lifted her head to see who was entering the common room and was relieved to see Harry’s tired and aged face. She too had grown several years older in the past 24 hours.

“Harry, I-“ but Harry shook his head, clearly indicating he wasn’t yet ready to discuss what had happened. Hermione didn’t know what she would have said anyways. Harry wearily lowered himself onto the couch next to her, head in his hands. Hermione stared into the hearth as the only sound punctuating the silence was the crackling of the fire. After a fashion, he looked up.

“Have you seen Ron? I know the…bodies were taken before I came up. I thought he would have come here with you.�

“No, I think he needs to soak it in and be with his family.� She rose and walked to the window where the first beams of morning light began to shine, illuminating the dried tears on her expressionless face. She squinted a bit towards the lake as two figures were revealed walking on its edges. Even in the dim light, the blazing red hair left no doubt who were skirting its banks.

Hermione crossed to the portrait hole and wordlessly motioned for Harry to follow. They crawled through the passage and descended from the tower, Hermione leading. She purposely strode to the front door and into the sunlight. Her quarry was just ahead, having stopped to sit and rest at the tree they had all often congregated beneath in happier times.

Ginny glanced up and, seeing the new arrivals, launched herself into Harry’s arms. He held her as if she would slip away at any moment and her head rested on his chest. They merely stood there, content in each other’s presence and safety of the others’ arms. Ron however, remained motionless staring out over the cool water.

She cautiously approached the tree and sat next to him, joining the silent vigil. She knew he would speak when he was ready, but sensed now was not the time. The sun rose several more inches on the horizon and it seemed Ron was focusing all his energy on remaining still and that a single motion would shatter him. It was therefore to Hermione’s great surprise that his hand suddenly found hers and their fingers intertwined. She squeezed his hand as she heard his breaths become sharper and more labored. His face was steadily turning maroon with the effort.

“Hermione,� he began, his voice oddly controlled, “do you know of any potion or spell that can erase one thing from your memories?�

“What? Well, I suppose Obliviate would suffice, but that would wipe whole experiences from the mind. I don’t know of anything to single out portions of memories. It could be dangerous if you attempt it on someone; remember Lockhart?�

He turned to her with the eyes of a wild and desperate man. Searching her face, he spoke, words strangled. “I – don’t – care – anymore. Just… try. Get rid of Fred; all of him. I never – I can’t – feel this way. He is – was…� he trailed off as his eyes seemed to become void and all color drained from his face.

“No, Ron. I know you don’t mean this. You could never forget your brother… pain is a part of life and it shows how much he – he meant to you; how much you loved him.� She could barely control her own tears now. “And, I know how – how much he loved you. There was nothing you could do. It must have been – his – time.�

Ron suddenly howled in anguish while the tears he had shunted away came in droves. Hermione was slightly frightened by his outcry, but pulled him to her so his head rested on her shoulder while she slowly stroked his hair and cooed soft words of comfort. She cradled his head while gently rocking him like a small child as his loss consumed him for what could have been a few minutes or a lifetime. When he had finally regained enough of his composure to breathe evenly, he lifted his head and placed his hands on her shoulders. She looked up with deep concern into his bloodshot eyes. The wild look had gone and was replaced with something she couldn’t quite put a name to as he searched her expression.

At that moment, Ron leaned forward and locked his strong lips to hers and kissed her hard, releasing all of his grief and love. It was powerful and a welcome distraction from the horrors at hand. She blindly followed his lead until she felt something furry leap onto her lap.

“Leave it to that bloody cat to ruin a moment,� Ron mumbled. “Oh well, I guess we both know what Harry meant when he said kissing Cho was wet. Blimey, my entire face is soaked.� He flashed a weak smile, which Hermione gladly returned, her own eyes damp with tears.

This time, it was Ron who put an arm around Hermione and pulled her closer so they sat side-by-side. She glanced at him, calculating and trying to figure his sudden change of demeanor. The pair looked out over the lake on the indecently beautiful day, both with thoughts whirring faster than an agitated sneakoscope. Hermione absently stroked Crookshanks while trying to work out what to do now that the danger had passed and time continued, oblivious to the bloodshed and accompanying sadness. Ron apparently had no ideas for when she looked at him inquiringly, he merely shrugged. He had apparently exhausted his supply of emotions and seemed drained of all but superficial feeling.

“Breakfast ought to be about ready in the Great Hall,� said Harry.

Hermione jumped; she had forgotten he and Ginny were still there. Ron obviously had forgotten their presence as well because his ears began turning the familiar shade of red.

“Er – yeah I suppose. Shall we go then? Ron?�

Ron sheepishly looked towards his sister and best friend before nodding to Hermione and getting to his feet. He helped her up and they walked to the stairs at the foot of the entrance hall, hand in hand.

The Great Hall was filled with people who were enthusiastically shovelling down food and throwing back pumpkin juice, recuperating from the recent battle. They found the rest of the Weasley clan and sat with them and the aloof Luna Lovegood. She was currently informing an bewildered Mr. Weasley on the magical properties of the Blibbering Humdingers.

“Oh yes, they have a magical tune to their speech which causes all those who hear it to become confused and to agree with everything they hear. I wouldn't be surprised if Fudge didn't use them while in office to get others to do his bidding because, of course, they don't affect vampires.�

Mr. Weasley's expression gave the impression that he, himself, was currently listening to a Blibbering Humdinger. He glanced down the table and caught Hermione's eye, searching for an explanation. She rolled her eyes and shrugged as a brief smile crossed his features.

They all gratefully ate the food the House-Elves had hurriedly made for them after their own battle. Hermione was conflicted about eating the product of such servitude, but resigned to promising twenty socks for the elves by nightfall, each with Quidditch themes in Dobby's honour.

With full bellies, everyone’s mood seemed to drastically improve. Even Mrs. Weasley managed a smile when Ron, in a rare attempt at chivalry, tried to push back the bench for Hermione, but in his hurry, instead toppled over backwards onto an unsuspecting first-year. Hermione managed to hold in a laugh and thanked him graciously as he leapt up. She got to her feet as Ron, red-faced, told his family he was going for a walk. His father nodded with a knowing look and he led Hermione out of the Great Hall.

She wondered vaguely where they were heading, unconsciously obeying the pressure of his hand as they climbed the marble staircase. It was only when he released her own that she took notice of where they were.

“But… will it still work?�

“Only one way to find out, I s’pose.�

He paced in front of the wall until a door appeared. She walked to him and they tentatively opened the door together. She gasped when she saw the room. Not only did it work, but it was the most beautiful ice palace she had ever seen. For some reason, it seemed oddly familiar. She looked at Ron in shock for an explanation. He pulled her into the room and took a deep breath.

“The Yule Ball… I should have been the one to take you. I never asked you to dance because I was too busy being a git to you and Vicky. So,� he smiled, “it may be a bit late, but may I have this dance, Madame?�

He offered her his arm and escorted her to the middle of the floor. He flicked his wand at nothing in particular, but the music from the first dance of the ball began to play, swelling and consuming the hall with the graceful tones of a hundred violins. She placed her right hand in his and her left delicately on his shoulder. Hermione looked up to see a bit of a smirk on his face, but a tender look in his eyes. They began to dance and twirl across the floor as if they had been meant to dance together their whole lives. They glided all around the room in mounting exhilaration until a particularly enthusiastic spin caused her foot to slip and they fell over in a laughing heap.

“Well, I suppose that’s what I get for being in my best dress for you and you looking so dashing in your dress robes,� she sighed in fake distress. They looked each other over: both had on torn and singed robes and were covered in cuts and soot. This sent them into a renewed fit of laughter. While smiling and enjoying herself, the memory of the battle distantly echoed in her head. It seemed almost indecent to be so happy. Hermione brushed these thoughts away and reveled in the glorious present.

When the two finally managed to stop laughing, he rolled over to face her with a roguish grin. “I don’t care what you are wearing. You are always beautiful to me.�

She playfully punched him in the arm for being stupidly sappy and rolled her eyes.

“Alright, alright! You know you find me too dashing to resist. Just look at these bulging muscles and rippling pectorals.� He winked as she surveyed his tall and thin figure, eyebrow raised.

“You have a vast imagination and a big head, Won-Won,� she teased. “It’s a good thing you can dance; you really are quite talented.�

“Always the tone of surprise. Hey, where are you going?� Hermione had just risen and walked to one of the windows.

She stared intently over the ruined grounds for a moment. She could have sworn she had seen some scarlet bird streak past the window. Then, a cool breeze came through the window and accentuated the fact that they were in a room of ice. She shivered a bit and turned back to face him.

“Blimey, sorry about that! I forgot, you must be freezing in here!� He took off the Weasley jumper he had been donning under his robes and put it on her, pulling her closer for his added warmth. She snuggled against him and closed her eyes. For a moment, the world was quiet and nothing existed but the two of them in a beautiful, ice crystal wonderland.

He gently lifted her chin and smiled with warmth as strong as his jumper. She smiled back in the same fashion as his eyes turned to a blazing so like his sister’s. She melted into him, with no inhibitions this time, as he pushed her against the iced wall and tangled his right hand into the back of her bushy mane of hair and firmly held her lower back. Her hands slowly climbed his chest and dangled behind his neck. It was pure bliss as she kissed him back with all she had felt for years, but never dared express. He gently removed the heavy sweater, but it was no longer necessary; she was quite warm. She threw off his robe as he nibbled her ear and kissed her long neck. She was unaware she was down to her t-shirt and jeans, her own robes discarded, because nothing seemed to matter but Ron. His smell was intoxicating and all she wanted was to stay here, with him, forever.

It was with an air of reluctance that Ron pulled away from her. She noticed his shirt was missing, but she didn’t remember removing it. She wondered how they must look, and then caught her own reflection in the icy floor. Hermione blushed deeply as she saw her disheveled hair and already flushed complexion. Ron laughed at her reaction and stroked some of her hair down a bit awkwardly.

“Do you think they might have missed us?� Ron inquired, bemused.

Hermione grabbed up her robes and threw them back over her Muggle clothes while Ron grabbed his shirt, sweater, and robes. She didn’t know what to think. She was happier than she had ever been, but confused that she didn’t quite have control over herself. Ron, seeing her internal confusion, grabbed her into another bear hug. Hermione might never have left the safety of his arms.

“We will have forever, Hermione,� he whispered. “I’m so sorry I didn’t smarten up to you sooner. I’m sorry I couldn’t admit this earlier. Hermione –" She looked into his brilliant blue eyes. “I love you. I love you more than you could ever know. I think I have loved you ever since you lied about the troll in first year.� He laughed at the memory. She was speechless from this sudden pronouncement, but Ron didn’t expect anything from her. He let her rest her head on his chest once more and nuzzled his chin on the crown of her head. “You don’t have to feel the same way; I just thought I would tell you. I know you probably don’t trust me after I left you and Harry. I mean, I wouldn’t and I’m… you know… really –“ but Hermione cut him off with a harsh look.

“Ronald Bilius Weasley, how could you, for even a second, imagine I didn’t feel the same?� She looked rather scolding as she surveyed him. She had been so guarded with her feelings for so long, but as she looked at the battle-scarred boy with flaming red hair, the internal walls melted away. In a rather exasperated voice, she said, “I love you, as you know full well. Wasn’t it a bit obvious? Did you think I was merely annoyed by ‘Lav-Lav’ because she detracted from our time together as friends?�

He smiled sheepishly, and looked to her for forgiveness. She couldn’t help but notice that as sincere as his eyes were, a wall seemed to have closed him off from her. She half sighed as she lifted to releve and kissed him softly, hoping it was her imagination. Hermione smiled as she lowered herself. Ron grabbed her hand and led her to the door as she took a last, longing look around the crystal ballroom.

“We can come back anytime. This secret hideout is always waiting. Who knows, maybe next time it will sprout a magnificent library in the corner for you to snog instead.�

Hermione shot him a nasty look that only increased his mirth. She yearned to stay hidden away here forever, but followed him through the door returning them to an even more frigid reality.

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It felt good to be back knitting by the common room fire. Hermione was concentrating rather hard on the intricate patterns of broomsticks, snitches, and Bludgers. She smiled sadly, remembering their second year when Dobby had tried so desperately to “save� Harry’s life with a rogue Bludger. The mystery and escapades in the Chamber of Secrets was the first true victory in their fight against Voldemort, though they didn’t know it at the time.

In hindsight, pure luck had played into so many of their adventures. These childhood exploits almost seemed to be from the lives of some others after all that had transpired. The near starvation and constant fear from the past year had separated these lives. How reckless they had been! First-years attempting to fight their way through the obstacles created by their own teachers to stop a powerful dark wizard? Stealing a Hippogriff from under the Ministry’s nose and setting free the most wanted man in all of Britain? A few misfit fifteen-year-olds stealing off to the Ministry with the intent of taking down the darkest wizard ever known to save a man seen captive in a dream? It all sounded completely mad, looking back. She was sure however, that she would have done nothing different. Fighting the Ministry for Magic and the most evil witches and wizards of all time had strengthened her and left a flame of passion; doing what was right was the only option for her.

She set down her needles and pulled out her wand. She tapped the socks so the snitches, Bludgers, and broomsticks began moving and weaving between each other. Satisfied with the charm’s results, she set her supplies aside and hid the socks strategically throughout the room; it was her momentum to the free elf. She had coupled them together with mismatching patterns in true Dobby form, for what was the use of a single sock when two feet needed to be covered? Plopping back down into her favourite chair, she waited, looking expectantly at the portrait hole. Hermione didn’t have long before the two boys clambered inside. Both of them had a distinctly windswept look she knew to associate with Quidditch; they must have been blowing off some steam with a bit of a match.

“You need a new Firebolt, mate. The Cleansweep just didn’t do you any justice. If you are going to try for the pros, you need more than a rental.�

“I know, I really miss my broom. I could probably join the Chudley Cannons with the Cleansweep though.�

Ron grimaced at the unwelcome truth and didn’t challenge him. “You can just buy another one when we get back to London if the shop is still intact. We can go to Diagon Alley tomorrow when everyone leaves for the summer; we all need new robes anyway considering ours are all shredded. Hermione, you’re coming too of course.�

She looked at her feet when she answered him. “I’m not going back to London just yet. I have – other things to take care of first. I can meet up with you two after, when everything is put back to the way it should be.�

Ron looked utterly bewildered, but Harry snorted. “You aren’t actually so thick as to think we wouldn’t be coming with you? Especially considering how you refused to let me search for Horcruxes on my own?�

Ron looked between the two of them, still lost. “What do you mean? Where the bloody hell do you think you’re off to without us?�

“She wants to go retrieve her parents and explain the last year to them. We’re coming with you, whether you bloody like it or not. Honestly, Hermione,� he rolled his eyes. We won’t intrude on your reunion, but we certainly aren’t letting you travel around the globe without us stuck to you like a couple of wart plasters.�

She couldn’t help but grin as she looked at her best friend. Of course, he was too damn noble for his own good. He would never have left her after all they had endured together. Hermione ran at Harry and he disappeared momentarily as her arms and bushy hair engulfed him in a hug. Ron looked a bit disgruntled, but said nothing. “So, we are off to find Wendell and Monica Wilkins tomorrow?� she posed at the two.

Harry’s look changed to one of concern. “Have you thought about what you’re going to tell them? How exactly will you tell them gently that you were tortured, hundreds of wizards have died, you put a spell on them strong enough so they wouldn’t remember anything, you didn’t finish school – “

“ – Harry, I know they will underst-“

“ – and to top it all off, you have a boyfriend whom you stayed in a tent with all year. No offense Ron, but I doubt they will want you anywhere near her! Hermione, they won’t trust you and they won’t want you ever leaving the muggle world!�

Hermione replied hotly, “Obviously I’ve thought about it. It won’t look good, but what choice do they have? I’m an adult and I’ve proven myself. Besides, Voldemort is dead, so is his ghost going to haunt me? Is he going to try to frighten me to death?�

“Yes,� Harry said, not meeting her eyes, “Voldemort is dead, but that isn’t to say another won’t take his place. We aren’t finished with this, Hermione. There are still followers out there who want nothing more than to murder the three of us.�

“They have a right to be concerned about you,� Ron mumbled. “Bloody giants, dementors, death eaters still at large, and – well – me. I can’t protect you like Harry can, and I doubt your parents will be very fond of me considering all I’ve done to hurt you.�

“I can take care of myself, thank you!� she shot at Ron. “And if my parents don’t like you, well then they can just shove off. I think I’m entitled to choose whomever I would like to date! I will do what I please and they can’t stop me. I will make them understand. They are reasonable, unlike you two.�

“Maybe they would rather you stuck around Harry since he defeated the darkest wizard of all time. They might be reassured to know you two can read each others’ minds as well!�

Calmly, Hermione came closer and answered, “Ronald, it will be fine. I will stick with you, no matter what. I don’t care what Harry has done, no offense Harry. He isn’t you, Ron!�

“Well we can set off after breakfast. Harry and I will start packing. C’mon, mate.�

Hermione stood there as the pair trooped up the stairs and found she wasn’t as annoyed at Ron’s behaviour as she formerly would have been. She knew he was easily jealous, so she promised to make it up to him later. She smiled to herself at how he had grown up, but still let her and Harry’s friendship bother him. Boys were so strange sometimes. Lost in her thoughts, she hardly noticed Ginny descend the girl’s staircase and join her in the common room.

“You had best watch what you say around Ron right now. His mood swings could catch a foe-glass unawares. He seems calmer around you, but he is lashing out at Harry and I. They may be best friends, but there have been times when it seemed they would never speak again. He won’t talk to me, of course, but maybe you could do some good. Just try not to set him off? The last thing we need right now is another estrangement.�

Hermione found that, unfortunately, this information did not surprise her. Ron often directed his angst towards those closest to him rather than confronting the issues themselves. She looked at Ginny, whom she had often advised and served as an older sister to. Hermione knew she couldn’t risk losing her and Harry just to stand by Ron, as much as she cared about him. She nodded to Ginny and wondered if this excursion would help or hurt whatever Ron’s real issue was.

The girls watched the fire until it smouldered out before heading up to the familiar four-posters. She decided to shake off her thoughts for now. Tomorrow, she knew, would be difficult enough without spending more time worrying about Ron.

She clutched her travelling cloak tighter as she strolled through the grounds in the morning mist. Even though the battle for good against evil was won, she had a millions battles and decisions left in her future; her decision to walk the grounds alone was just the most recent. Her feet carried her unconsciously while her conscious mind completely panicked.

Would her parents forgive her for what she had done? Could they get their jobs back? Was their house still intact or had the Death Eaters paid them a visit? Were her parents better off without her? Could she bear to watch their lack of recognition when she found them? What if something had gone wrong with her spell? Would they remember her when she lifted it? What if they didn't want to remember her? Did they manage to avoid detection by wizards? Were they even alive?

Hermione shook her head like a dog ridding itself of water. She couldn't allow herself to think such things, but they continued to float around her head like Luna's wrackspurts. How could she ever face her parents? Unfortunately, Harry was right: she hadn't thought about how to tell them. The pain she could have caused may kill her, so she avoided thinking about it at all.

What if, God forbid, something had happened to them? She simply couldn't lose another person; so many friends and idols had died. Each of them had been brushed aside by fate as life had blithely flitted away.

Dumbledore had willingly left those who were so in need of his guidance and comfort.
Sirius had happened to fall, stunned, into a lethal veil.
Dobby, a free elf, had died to save her and the others.
Remus and Tonks would never know the man their son would become.
Snape, who had been a slave to love his whole life, had never lived to see himself for the hero he was.
Colin Creevy refused to leave his friends and consequently had the breath snuffed from him like a pesky fly by the Death Eaters. His life had hardly even begun. This last and most innocent death struck her like a knife.

This was all too unfair. Here she was, a survivor of a war she had partaken in for seven years, when some who had just joined were no longer living. Why were each of them denied the minutes she was granted? The cards had been misplayed. She had flirted with death so often that she had embraced the possibility and sometimes even welcomed its invitation. She had little reason to be spared: her parents would have no memory of her, she had no one to care for, she had experienced enough of life, and none would have really missed her. Hermione had always known that she was eternally second to her best friends; they were much closer to each other than to her. "Forever the third wheel," she thought bitterly.

Hermione eventually took notice of where she'd stopped. She kneeled at the white, desecrated tomb that was in front of her and looked to it as if it held all the answers. Perhaps, if she sat here long enough, she could absorb some of the wisdom of the man it encased. She looked pleadingly at it for a few minutes, hoping for some small form of comfort. When none came, hopelessness overwhelmed her and she dissolved into tears. Hermione rocked back and forth as an icy pain seeped through her chest, the faces of the dead flashing before her eyes. Each of their lives and their irreplaceable value engulfed her mind. Hermione cried for her dashed hopes, for her fears, and for all that the dead would never have. She wondered if anything would ever turn out right in this screwed up world.

The mist had nearly lifted before she had cried herself dry. It had been a long time since she had let her feelings go and it left her feeling slightly empty, but better. She knew she must look a mess, so gathered herself and walked to the water's edge. Hermione splashed some of the lake's cool water over her face and relished the crisp and purposeful edge it gave her thoughts. The others must have begun congregating in the Great Hall for breakfast by now and she figured it would be her final chance to say goodbye to all of those she loved. Who was to say that all the danger had lifted just because Voldemort was dead? Harry was right, again; there were bound to be those who remained loyal to his ideals, just like last time. They would have to tread carefully.

Hermione placed one foot in front of the other, forcing herself to join the throng of people where she could not wallow in her sorrows and thoughts. Thank God she didn't have to pack; any more alone time would mean more unwelcome thoughts. Her deliberate footfalls echoed strangely around the destroyed entrance hall and she met no others. She couldn't help but look around, immediately reliving the battle. The ghosts of Tonks, Lupin, Dolohov, and Bellatrix battled furiously in front of her. They all twirled and shot lethal spells from their whipping wands, until each were hit by an invisible wall. As they fell, they reached for the other, fingers desperately outstretched. The ghosts of Bellatrix and Dolohov laughed cruelly, smiled maliciously at each other, and strode past Hermione out of the Great Hall. Hermione couldn't draw her eyes away from the image of Tonks sprawled on the floor, eyes wide and empty, and Lupin slumped against the wall. She hurried onward, trying to look away and regain her breath.

When she reached the Great Hall, she immediately found Ron and Harry and sat opposite them. She stuffed her mouth with eggs and toast to avoid speaking for a while, hoping she didn't display any sign of her recent breakdown. She chanced a glance at the two, and to her relief found them in an animated discussion about what they wanted to do next.

"I could go off with your brother Charlie and be a dragon wrangler! Norbert - or Norberta now I guess - and the Hungarian Horntail I battled convinced me what truly docile creatures the are. They need love and understanding," Harry said, feigning earnest.

"Hagrid couldn't have said it better, mate! Well," mused Ron, "I always fancied myself a ghost counselor. I really feel I was a positive motivational force for Myrtle." At this, the boys looked at each other and erupted into a fit of laughter. Even Hermione couldn't hold back a smile.

Wiping a tear from his eye, Ron asked "What are you going to do then Hermione? Start the International Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare, I SPEW?"

"Close actually. I want to join the Ministry for Magic."

Harry actually spewed his pumpkin juice all over the table at this news. "But Hermione, you hate the ministry! You told Scrimgeour you wanted to do some good in this world. Are you ill?"

"I know, but things are different now under Kingsley. I want to join the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. I really think I can take S.P.E.W. to the next level there. I won't be joining right away though of course; I will have to finish out seventh year here."

Ron was staring at her, mouth agape. He apparently had never entertained the idea that she would want to return to her schooling. "Hermione, you don't need to come back. This last year has taught us all we need to know and you have all of the school books memorized as it is! Not to mention, the Ministry will undoubtedly hire you immediately because you already know more than most of the employees. And you can't be serious about turning spew into a career."

"I can do whatever I please," she snapped. "There is always more to learn and I want to be fully qualified. You can't simply wait for a job to fall into your lap without having even taken your N.E.W.T.s! One of us has to plan and this is why it always falls to me. You two can take over the Knight Bus for life."

Harry wouldn't meet her eyes, but Ron looked rather amused. "Come on, you know we were only joshing. I haven't even had time to search for a job after all of this mess yet. Calm down a bit and eat some kipper, will ya? Harry and I will start looking here soon. Actually, I guess you don't have to Harry, since you did inherit a small fortune. Excellent! You can just help me!"

Hermione wasn't convinced, but decided to let it go. She was going to have to spend the next few days in their company and it wouldn't do to have a row before they even left. She didn't speak to either of them again until she had finished her breakfast, though.

She put down her fork and stood. When neither boy moved, she raised an eyebrow in annoyance. Ron, seeing this, immediately popped up from the bench. As Harry was struggling for room to stand, Hermione went to where Neville and Luna were seated. Neville turned to her and grinned as she gave him a big hug. Luna roused herself from her dreamy state to stand and hug Hermione as well. Hermione found, to her great surprise, that she would miss Luna and her ludicrous beliefs a great deal. When they broke apart, Luna handed her a small fruit like a papaya.

"This Humfructus will attract Billywigs if you would like to lighten your mood. You take things seriously and ought to give yourself some relief. Harry and Ron don't understand you enough to make you feel better," she said vaguely. "If you see any Heliopaths in Australia, take a picture for me."

Hermione swallowed down the former comment and held back a retort to the latter. "I will if - if I see any. How did you know I was leaving for Australia?"

"Something in your expression," she shrugged. "And don't worry; I'm sure they will understand." Hermione didn't even bother to wonder how in the world Luna knew what she was doing, but graciously accepted the support.

Neville gave Hermione a half smile and said "Take care of yourself. Come back soon, because we will miss you and be worried if you are too long. If you need us, you know what to do.". He held up the old DA galleon.

She looked at them both and realized how lucky she was to have them. She nodded at them with a forced smile before rejoining Harry and Ron. They hugged the Weasley's goodbye and quickly made their way to the entrance hall; brief goodbyes would be less painful for all.

It was only a short walk to the gates, but to Hermione seemed an eternity. She didn't - couldn't speak as she began to shiver with a combination of nerves and lack of sleep. The gate slowly creaked open and they stepped outside the protective barriers of the school. Head determinedly set straight ahead, she reached out her hands to the boys. When they clasped her hands, she closed her eyes and turned on the spot, feeling through the nothingness.

They had stopped outside the Ministry's visitor entrance. "Why the bloody hell are we here?" inquired Ron.

"You can't just apparate to another country, Ronald. We have to go see Kingsley for a portkey," she said, rather exasperated.

Harry too looked confused. "But can't you just make one? Dumbledore did."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Of course I can make one, but it's illegal!" When the boys looked to her, brows raised, she threw up her hands. "If we want to have any sort of order in this country, we can't simply begin doing whatever we would like. We have to reinstate the institution. Adding to the lawlessness won't solve anything. We have to set an example! That's why we are here and not sight-seeing across the world.'


�Excellent!� exclaimed Ron. �I�ve always wanted to see the Great Wall of China!�

She shot him a silencing look and strode purposefully into the phone booth. She pounded out the numbers and crisply stated their names and purpose. The other two clambered in just in time for the booth to begin descending into the Ministry�s depths. Hermione walked straight to the elevator, since the security guard was asleep at the entrance. They reached the velvety carpet outside Kingsley�s new office and had to stop and stare at the sheer massiveness of the door. She approached it apprehensively and tentatively knocked. Though she had hardly touched it, the knocks thundered on the wood. They stood back as the doors slowly opened inward. Each of them gasped as they saw what the door contained.

Hermione�s first impression was that she was thrown into the story Beauty and the Beast; it was a massive library, but seemed to be outside. Books lined the massive walls, encompassing a garden. A brook bubbled over rocks, leading to a massive oak desk in the center of the room. The greenery was stunning. And was that the sound of birds? All Hermione could think was how much Neville would love this place.

�Harry? What are you doing here?� rumbled a low, soothing voice from the desk.

His voice broke the spell the room had cast, reminding them why they were here. �Hello, Kingsley,� said Harry, walking up to shake his hand. �So you�re the new Minister, eh? I could think of no one better!�

Kingsley chuckled and clapped a hand on Harry�s shoulder. "Thank you, Harry. And thank you for not giving up. But the time for thanks is long past. My guess is you have come for something more than to congratulate me on my new temporary position. So, what is it that you need?"

This time it was Harry that chuckled. "Sorry about this, Kingsley. We wondered if you could arrange for us a portkey to Australia. We are looking for Hermione's parents."

Calmly, Kingsley grabbed a plate from his desk. When he pointed his wand at it, it began to vibrate and glow blue. He set it back on his desk and looked at them seriously. "There are others we have yet to track down. Do you want someone to escort you in your travels? I can summon an Auror here in a moment if you would like."

"We would rather do this alone, but thanks, Kingsley."

"I thought you might say that," he smiled. "I suppose you did make it all year with the entire country after you. Keep your cloak on you at all times, just in case. Do be careful. If you need anything, you know how to contact me. The Order's method will suffice." He stood back and motioned to the plate. "The portkey will leave when you are ready."

They gathered around, each placing a finger on the plate. "And, Harry? Try not to draw attention to yourself," Kingsley chortled. The three smiled when they felt the familiar jerk behind their navel that pulled and spun them into the sky.

The overwhelming heat and the smell of the salty sea were the first things to greet the new arrivals after they thudded to the ground. They blinked in the dazzling sunlight that was so contrasting to the semi-darkness and gray hue of Scotland. The trio began to survey their surroundings and found themselves on a cliff above the ocean. It was beautiful. For a moment, Hermione forgot her mission to take in the breath-taking view. The waves gracefully crashed against the rocks below and the wind blew softly in her hair. Here was hope and peace, confined in a landscape.

“So, er - which way to the nearest city?�

The moment broke as delicately as a spider’s web. She tore her eyes away and turned to look at Ron who looked entranced, not by the view, but by her. “The last time I came to Australia was when I was eight, so I don’t exactly recognize the place. I doubt he would have sent us far outside a city, though,� she answered Harry.

“Right, well let’s check it out. They could be anywhere on the continent.� When she looked at Harry fearfully, he smiled reassuringly. “We will find them soon, don’t worry!�

“Yeah, they can’t be far!� Ron put his arm around her. “I won’t sleep until I find them,� he told her seriously.

Hermione giggled nervously and looked up at him. “You sound like Dobby when Harry gave him a task,� she teased. “Would you like me to knit you a wooly bladder too?�

He chuckled nervously, deciding it was best not to answer her. They scanned the land behind them for signs of life and spotted a house or two to the right. Ron reasserted his position of leadership and led the others onward. If they were lucky, they might be able to find a ride into town; it was too dangerous to apparate to an unknown location and risk splinching and the suspicion from Muggles.

As if reading his mind, Hermione continued his thoughts. “Let’s change into Muggle cloths before we make our grand entrance. We can’t draw attention to ourselves if we can help it.� She wasn’t so much worried about the Muggles, but if dark wizards were in the area, they might be recognized and attacked. Every move would need to be carefully calculated; dark wizards would still be at large and hunting for them.

The heat that had been so pleasant upon arrival began to wear on them as they walked past the dilapidated farmhouses, searching for living beings. Hermione began to worry that they would never find someone for directions. Hope was fading as they neared the last house in sight. Well, to be honest, it was more of a shack. To be sure there was no one, they circled it and the shed. With a sigh of relief, they spotted a young man on the ground, working beneath an old red lorry.

When they began approaching, a beautiful black and tan dog appeared from behind the lorry, tongue hanging out, and walking confidently towards the intruders. It barked once at them, but not maliciously.

“Roxy girl, what’s got ya fussed? Another roo to take chase after?�

“Oi, there!� Harry yelled to announce their presence. “Er - can you help us? We need to find our way to the nearest city.�
The man looked from under the truck at them, squinted suspiciously, scooted out from under the old Ford, and got to his feet slowly. He was covered in the red dirt that surrounded them and was wearing a cut-off shirt that revealed his toned arms and baggy trousers. He looked as if he hadn’t shaved in a few days. Hermione held in a sigh at his deliciously ragged appearance. Ron, who had been watching her, seemed to know perfectly well what she had just restrained herself from doing. He turned with a look of great distain toward the stranger.

“Well, it’s going to be about an hour ride due south to the city.� She liked the way he said “ride�, but her smile quickly vanished when she saw Ron’s face. “Looks like you’re walking then, mate? That’ll be another 8 hours. I hope you’re in for the long haul. The Sheila probably won’t make it in this heat, the lit’l whisker.� He winked at her and she blushed deeply. “Name’s Bruce by the way.�

Bruce held out his dusty hand, which Harry took. When offered to Ron, he merely grunted a greeting and wrapped an arm around Hermione, possessively. Ignoring this, she offered her hand, which Bruce took and smiled broadly. When none offered a name, he stood back and gave them the once-over.

“Anyone you can call to pick ya up? Or are ya lookin’ to hitch a ride?�

“Er - well, we are actually looking for a friend, but we – erm – lost their number.� Harry’s lie wasn’t confident enough. The Australian raised a questioning brow.

Hermione suddenly had an idea. “It’s - it’s my parents. When they found out I’d gotten engaged to him,� jerking her head towards Ron, “they disowned me and moved. I want to find them and apologize, but most of all, I want to gain their blessing. I can’t do this without them,� she sniffed, summoning tears to her eyes on command. It was strange how easily they came nowadays.

Bruce’s expression softened with sympathy. “Sounds like I’m not alone in my life story. My oldies gave me the boot for that, and then my Sheila walked out. Now, I’m just some feral from Woop Woop without a zack, but still grinnin’ like a shot fox! Nothin’ but my grotty ute, kelpie, and my pride. Aw well, Roxy’s better than family anyways.� He bent down and affectionately roughed the dog’s head.

“Er - right. Well now that we understand each other –“ Ron trailed off.

He laughed, deep and booming. “I forgot ‘at you pommies don’t speak Aussie. No Worries! I’ll give ya a fair go, despite where ya from.� Bruce yawned and stretched his strong biceps above his head. “Looks like I’m takin’ ya to Perth.� He picked up his discarded toolbox and flung it into the tail end. Roxy jumped up in after, tongue wagging happily.

The trio looked at the “ute� skeptically. Not only did it seem unlikely the old lorry would function, but they had just met the man who would drive it not five minutes ago. He seemed friendly enough, but it was hard to tell friends from enemies nowadays.

Hermione looked at the boys. “What other choice do we have? C’mon.� They cautiously approached the battered vehicle, but stopped short when he reached the cab.

“Oh, right,� Bruce mused. “Can’t fit the lot of ya in my cab; it’s a two-seater. Draw straws, mates.�

Ron knew who was going to take the seat, but that meant Hermione would be sitting next to the Aussie sex-god. She watched the gears in his head turning, trying to swallow his pride. His face flushed maroon. Unable to form a polite sentence, he made a sort of grunting noise and jerked his head at her.

The boys clambered into the bed while Hermione leapt up into the cab with Bruce. The cramped quarters meant they were touching. Hermione felt a bit guilty, glancing back to see Ron and Harry watching her intently through the rear window. Ron was grimacing badly with just the thought of sharing her for a half hour. She felt bad because she wasn’t put out with whom she was sitting with. Hermione loved Ron, but she could still look at the menu, right?

Bruce looked down at her, smirking slightly. The lorry rumbled to life, and they began down the dusty road. It was a miracle that there were even people living in country like this; the air was hot and dry with so much dust, it was proving rather difficult to breathe. She was assuming living here made it bearable, as Bruce didn’t seem a bit uncomfortable. He was currently lounging as he drove, with one arm driving and the other lazily hanging out the window.

“Do you have any idea where ya oldies are? You’re in Oz now, and we aren’t a tiny country. You could travel for 10,000 clicks and meet naught but roos, rabbits, and dingos.�

Hermione debated how honest to be with this stranger. “Well, I know they always had a fondness for Sydney, but they wanted a bit of a quieter atmosphere, like Perth. I’m hoping to track them down through some friends here; one called last week to tell me she had seen them.� Alright, so she had settled for part of the truth.

“Do ya even know the country?� he inquired skeptically.

“Of course! I lived here a few years with my grandparents. I’m hoping for the chance to stop in and see them before I head out!� She held fast to her smile as he studied her. He eventually shrugged it off, apparently accepting her lies. Hermione quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Hermione wasn’t even what part of the continent she was on; she was guessing at the western coast due to the arid conditions.

They rode for the next ten minutes in silence. Hermione felt extremely uncomfortable, silently and snuggly situated with the stoic native. Should she start conversation? What would she say anyways? Would he be a valuable asset? Did he have washboard abs? Oh stop it, Hermione. She snuck a quick glance up at him; his demeanor was casual and relaxed. She closed her eyes and cast her immediate worries aside. Meditation would serve her mind well, so she turned to it until the trip was over.

The elevated state of mind crashed down to earth when they came to a stop. Eagerly, she surveyed their surroundings.

“Why are we at a pub?� she inquired, confused as she was wary.

He laughed a deep, booming laugh. “’Bout time for a counter meal! I don’t know about you lot, but I’m starved, and this place sells the best wings this side of Oz. You’ll love it,� he winked and leapt from his seat.

Hermione had completely forgotten the time change. Sure enough, there was the sun, slowly sinking into the west. She hurried out of the cab to alert the boys.

“Excellent!� cried Ron. “I’m starving.� He was grinning almost indecently at the thought of food, until it suddenly fell from his face.

“What is it? Lost your appetite?� Harry joked.

His voice was almost hoarse with disappointment. “We don’t have Australian currency. I can’t buy a sandwich with sickles.� His eyes became a wild dog’s. “We’ll starve!!!�

“Oh honestly, Ronald. I already took care of it, now will you calm down? Go in and get your fill; I’ve got the check.�

“You know, Hermione, I think I love you.� He sprinted toward the door while Hermione tried to stop blushing.

Harry was smirking as he put an arm around her shoulders and escorted her into the dusty bar. When they opened the door, she wrinkled her nose. It was a pub alright, with regulars already drinking away. They were a motley crew, but Bruce seemed to know them; he was off in the corner talking to a few in low voices. She nudged Harry.

“I know,� he whispered, “I’ve got my wand on the lot. No worries -“ he snickered, “- Sheila.

Hermione slapped him rather hard as she slid into a chair at the table Ron had chosen. He was halfway through a plate of wings already, the remains covering his shirt and face. He stopped for just a moment to smile at her, bits of the chicken still in his mouth.

“Oh, now that’s attractive.� She rolled her eyes and picked up a menu. Men were disgusting. Simply by looking around the bar, Hermione could see some of the greatest examples. That one looked like he hadn’t showered in a month. The one at the bar had enough empties around him to supply an American college party. The one nearest them was clearly ogling her, without even trying to be discreet about it.

Her musings were interrupted by the suddenly elevated voices of Bruce and his colleagues.

“I said Wednesday, Bruce. Wednesday. It’s Monday you swaggie. I’m a generous man, but I’ve given you almost an entire extra week.�

“Hey, Charlie, come on! You know I’m good for it, jus’ another week! I have some buddies who owe me who haven’t paid up yet, and I need wat they got ‘fore I can give you your funds. I’ve been livin’ on what I can fish for a week, and that’s all! No need to put the bite on me like this.�

Charlie sighed heavily. “I like you kid, but ya need to stop givin’ me the flick. But, I do think Russ might owe ya a bunch of fives. Don’t ya, Russ?� He motioned to the burly man on his right.

The huge man rose from his chair. Bruce snorted at the threat. “Let’s give it a burl, eh figjam?�

Hermione wasn’t even sure it happened. The men began to converge on Bruce, and something shone in the light. She gasped out of fear for her new acquaintance, but after three loud pops, it was over.

Bruce shoved his gun back into the waist of his pants as he hurried toward the trio. “Nice shootin, mate,� he smiled wryly down at Harry. Hermione was rather shocked to see Harry shaking with wand brandished, pointed straight at Bruce’s heart.

“Ya might want to think about puttin’ that away ‘fore this lot catches sight of ya stick,� Bruce whispered to him. When Harry didn’t budge, Bruce sighed. “If you’d like, I can meet you outside once you clear this with ya mates.�

They, along with everyone in the bar, watched him casually walk out the door. When the door closed, everyone pretended as if nothing happened.

“Bloody hell,� breathed Ron. “He’s an awful friendly bloke.�

“I think I should talk to him. He knows that – well, that we’re - not Muggles.�

“We’re coming with you, Harry. You may have a wand, but he also has a gun. He could be dangerous. He could even be a wizard! I want help tracking down my parents, but not at the risk of someone getting shot.�

He nodded and Hermione threw down some money. The only attention they attracted was from the pervert ogling Hermione as they left the dingy pub. Bruce was waiting for them, leaning against the Ford.

“Nice to know I didn’t put the wind up ya too bad,� Bruce chuckled.

“It would be beneficial to your health to tell us exactly who you are and how you know what we are,� growled Harry menacingly.

Bruce threw back his head and roared with laughter. “My health, ya say? Strewth, how do you whackas expect to get out of the bush without me? Ya can’t just apparate into the city when you don’t know where the Death Eaters are.�

Harry’s anger turned to shock as he sputtered “ - but, I mean how - ? Where did you -?�

“I’m a squib, baby Harry. Now quit your whinging and get in the bloody ute. Granger, you’re front with me. We’ve got more to yabber about than my Ozzie charm.�