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_Thanks for those who reviewed, alerted, and/or favorited; I'm glad you liked it. Here are another few chapters. Trust me, we're just getting started. _
Chapter Six
The next morning, Hermione woke up to the smell of her mum's pancakes. She felt like a little kid again, getting up for Sunday brunch. She entered the kitchen to find her mum hard at work over the stove.
'Good morning, mum.'
Mrs. Granger turned around and smiled at her daughter.
'Good morning, Hermione. Did you sleep okay?'
'Yep.'
'Would you like some tea or coffee?'
'Tea would be lovely.'
As Mrs. Granger put a kettle of water on to boil, Mrs. Weasley and Ginny came in. Ginny took a seat by Hermione while Mrs. Weasley walked over to Hermione's mum.
'Is there anything I can do to help? Magical or not, I'm pretty good in the kitchen.'
Mrs. Granger looked surprised but graciously waved off Mrs. Weasley's offer.
'Oh no, I'm just fine. Please have a seat, the tea will be done in a moment.'
Looking slightly put out about not being able to help, Mrs. Weasley took a seat by her daughter who was trying (and failing) to hold back her giggles. Mrs. Weasley turned to Ginny and playfully smacked her arm.
'Now that's enough out of you.'
This only made Hermione start to laugh and soon all four women were trying to catch their breath. Mrs. Granger finally was able to finish the tea and put it and a huge plate of pancakes on the table for everyone.
'Tuck in, now. I'll go get my sleeping husband. You would think he never slept!'
She left the room as the others started in on their first round of pancakes. Soon enough, a drowsy looking Mr. Granger entered and greeted them all.
'Good morning ladies. Hope you slept well.'
Mrs. Weasley poured him a cup of tea.
'Yes, very well thank you. I appreciate you letting me stay in the guest room, it was very lovely.'
'Anytime, Molly, anytime.'
Everyone ate in silence for a while and when everyone had had enough pancakes and tea, Hermione started to clear the table. Mrs. Weasley tried to help but she wouldn't have any.
'Now Mrs. Weasley just sit down and relax! This is my parents' house and you are a guest.'
Slightly taken aback, Mrs. Weasley sat back down. Hermione smiled apologetically.
'Please, you've already done so much, let me do this little thing for you.'
Mrs. Weasley smiled back, but did nudge Ginny to help.
'You could at least give a hand.'
Hermione laughed and handed a scowling Ginny the dirty plates as she collected the cups. The two girls started the dishes while the adults went into the living room to make small talk. Mrs. Granger turned to Mrs. Weasley on the couch.
'I want to thank you for taking care of our daughter. Your world is so foreign to us, it makes me feel better knowing there is someone who looks after her like we do.'
Mrs. Weasley grasped the woman's hand.
'It is my pleasure. She's a wonderful girl and I really do think of her as one of my own children. I think she's excited for you to go home, though, she misses you terribly.'
Mrs. Granger blanched and looked at her husband. Mrs. Weasley became very concerned.
'What is it?'
After an encouraging nod from her husband, Mrs. Granger turned back to Mrs. Weasley, hesitation on her face.
'Well…it's just that…that we were planning on staying here. Sure we have our memories back but right now this still feels like our home. I don't think we're ready to go back.'
Hermione and Ginny came back into the room and took in a shocked Mrs. Weasley and sad Mr. and Mrs. Grangers.
'What? What is it? What's wrong?'
Not realizing the two girls had entered, Mrs. Weasley, and the Grangers turned to them, now looking more shocked. Mrs. Granger stood up and approached her daughter trying to be reassuring.
'It's nothing dear, just a little miscommunication. Come sit down and we'll talk about it.'
So Hermione made her way over to the couch and Ginny sat beside her with a wary look on her face. She looked at her mother, who still looked slightly shocked and concerned. Hermione continued to look into her mother's saddened eyes, scared at what was to come. Mrs. Granger took a deep breath.
'Well, your father and I talked last night before going to bed. We've decided to stay here.'
Hermione sucked in a breath as tears came to her eyes. She couldn't believe this. Her father came over to her and covered her hand in his.
'Even though we remember everything, right now this still feels like our home to us. I'm sure with time we'll want to come back but right now, this is where we feel we belong.'
Hermione just stared at her father. She couldn't believe this, she wouldn't believe this. They remembered and still they didn't want to come home and be with her.
'But…but, I..I thought you would come home! That everything would be normal again!'
She was starting to become hysterical. She needed her parents, they were one of the few things she still had. Her mother came around and sat in front of her on the coffee table.
'Dear, we will in time. We just don't feel like we belong there. We belong here. Why don't you stay with us here? Your magic still works doesn't it? Why can't you try living here, you might like it.'
Huge tears were streaming down Hermione's face. This is not what was supposed to happen. Could she stay in Australia away from the only life she knew? Away from the only friends she had left?
'I can't! England's my home. The magical world I know is there. I can't make that change right now, I just can't! I've lost so much else, I can't loose that too!'
Hermione sprang off the couch and pushed her way through to the front door. She wrenched it open and ran, just ran. She didn't know where, she just knew she needed to get out of that house, that fake house. The sun was bright and the orange color of land hurt her eyes. It made her miss the lush greens of her home. Of the Burrow. She came to a neighborhood park and she finally sat down on one of the swings and just cried. A few moments later, she heard someone come up behind her and stop a few feet away. Not really caring who it was, she just kept staring at the ground while tears ran down her face. Finally, the person came around and Hermione saw Ginny kneel down in front of her, concern etched across her face.
'Hey.'
Hermione let out a wet sob-laugh at the simple word.
'Hey, yourself.'
Ginny smiled slightly and rubbed Hermione's arm calmingly and waited for her to calm down and continue.
'I-I-I just wanted them to come back so it would be back to normal. Why don't they want to come back with me? Why don't they want to be there for me?'
Ginny reached up and wiped a few of the tears off Hermione's face.
'I don't think they're doing it to hurt you, Hermione. Think about how weird this must be for them. They lived for nearly a year not remembering they had a daughter only to have it all come back to them in a day. They'll come around, they will; it'll just take time.'
Hermione knew she was right. She had just wanted some kind of normalcy in her life, especially with all that had happened with Harry and Ron. Maybe she was expecting too much at once. It's not like she couldn't come see them or contact them like before. They were safe now and she could see them, visit them, owl them as much as she wanted.
Hermione took a deep breath and nodded sadly.
'You're right. I think I may have overreacted.'
Ginny gasped jokingly and placed her hand over her heart.
'What?! Hermione Granger overreact?! Never!'
Hermione slapped her arm playfully but she did giggle as a small smile came to her face.
'That's quite enough from the peanut gallery, thank you very much.'
Ginny gave her a questioning look.
'Peanut gallery? Why would there be a gallery for peanuts?'
Now Hermione let out a real laugh. She forgot that was something she had picked up from a muggle neighbor of hers and Ginny would have no idea what it was.
'It's nothing, just a muggle term for crazy people.'
Ginny put on a mock shocked face.
'Hey, I am not crazy!'
Hermione smirked.
'Depends on who you ask.'
Now Ginny's face contorted into mock anger and she stood up and turned her back to Hermione. Hermione got off the swing and went to hug the redhead from behind.
'Thanks for coming to get me.'
She released her and they started back towards the house.
'No problem. Besides, I was the only one who could have caught you. And Mum stayed to try to calm down your mum, who kind of freaked out.'
Hermione stopped and Ginny looked back at her.
'Was she really upset?'
'Yeah, she thought you wouldn't come back. But Mum told them you would.'
Hermione nodded sadly and they continued back. Once they got to the block where the house was, Mrs. Granger ran out to her daughter and hugged her.
'Hermione! I'm so sorry! Are you okay?'
'I'm sorry I scared you Mum, I was just very upset at all this.'
They went back to the living room and sat down to talk some more. Hermione wanted to apologize for her reaction and reassure her parents she was okay.
'I'm sorry, I just really missed you and I wanted you back home. But now I realize it may be a lot to handle in such a small period of time. It's not like it was before, I can come visit and owl you whenever I want to talk with you. You're not off limits anymore.'
'Of course. We would love for you to come visit and stay with us. We realize too that it would be too much to ask for you to leave your world to live with us but we are always here for you.'
Hermione smiled at her Mum and Dad. She knew they meant it but still, it felt like she had lost another small piece of something. It wasn't their fault she had moved them here nor was it her fault that they weren't really part of her life anyway with them being muggles. It still hurt, though, and Hermione was beginning to really hate being hurt all the time.
7. Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven
Mrs. Weasley, Ginny and Hermione returned to the Burrow the following morning. Hermione had been rather quiet, but both Weasleys realized she needed some time to sort everything out. Once back at the Burrow, Mrs. Weasley went back to her old routines while Ginny kept Hermione company much like she did when Ron left. After one day, Hermione didn't seem to be much better so Ginny decided to try to get her mind off of things and cheer her up. After breakfast, instead of letting Hermione go into the sitting room and read/mope, Ginny grabbed her arm and dragged her out into the garden.
'Ginny, where are we going?'
Ginny looked back a bewildered Hermione and smirked.
'You'll see.'
She took her around back and around the pond to the field they usually played Quidditch on. Upon seeing where they were headed and the two brooms on the ground, Hermione started to protest.
'Oh no, Ginny! You know I don't fly!'
Ginny smiled at her and grabbed the two brooms.
'You used to not fly. But you are flying today. You just never had a proper teacher.'
She held out one of the brooms to Hermione but she kept her hands folded over her chest and glared at Ginny. Ginny sighed and put on her best pouting face.
'Please Hermione. Just try it once, and if you still hate it we'll stop. I just miss flying with someone.'
Hermione just stood there defiantly for a moment, but then she sighed and dropped her arms.

_Thanks for those who reviewed, alerted, and/or favorited; I'm glad you liked it. Here are another few chapters. Trust me, we're just getting started. _

Chapter Six

The next morning, Hermione woke up to the smell of her mum's pancakes. She felt like a little kid again, getting up for Sunday brunch. She entered the kitchen to find her mum hard at work over the stove.

'Good morning, mum.'

Mrs. Granger turned around and smiled at her daughter.

'Good morning, Hermione. Did you sleep okay?'

'Yep.'

'Would you like some tea or coffee?'

'Tea would be lovely.'

As Mrs. Granger put a kettle of water on to boil, Mrs. Weasley and Ginny came in. Ginny took a seat by Hermione while Mrs. Weasley walked over to Hermione's mum.

'Is there anything I can do to help? Magical or not, I'm pretty good in the kitchen.'

Mrs. Granger looked surprised but graciously waved off Mrs. Weasley's offer.

'Oh no, I'm just fine. Please have a seat, the tea will be done in a moment.'

Looking slightly put out about not being able to help, Mrs. Weasley took a seat by her daughter who was trying (and failing) to hold back her giggles. Mrs. Weasley turned to Ginny and playfully smacked her arm.

'Now that's enough out of you.'

This only made Hermione start to laugh and soon all four women were trying to catch their breath. Mrs. Granger finally was able to finish the tea and put it and a huge plate of pancakes on the table for everyone.

'Tuck in, now. I'll go get my sleeping husband. You would think he never slept!'

She left the room as the others started in on their first round of pancakes. Soon enough, a drowsy looking Mr. Granger entered and greeted them all.

'Good morning ladies. Hope you slept well.'

Mrs. Weasley poured him a cup of tea.

'Yes, very well thank you. I appreciate you letting me stay in the guest room, it was very lovely.'

'Anytime, Molly, anytime.'

Everyone ate in silence for a while and when everyone had had enough pancakes and tea, Hermione started to clear the table. Mrs. Weasley tried to help but she wouldn't have any.

'Now Mrs. Weasley just sit down and relax! This is my parents' house and you are a guest.'

Slightly taken aback, Mrs. Weasley sat back down. Hermione smiled apologetically.

'Please, you've already done so much, let me do this little thing for you.'

Mrs. Weasley smiled back, but did nudge Ginny to help.

'You could at least give a hand.'

Hermione laughed and handed a scowling Ginny the dirty plates as she collected the cups. The two girls started the dishes while the adults went into the living room to make small talk. Mrs. Granger turned to Mrs. Weasley on the couch.

'I want to thank you for taking care of our daughter. Your world is so foreign to us, it makes me feel better knowing there is someone who looks after her like we do.'

Mrs. Weasley grasped the woman's hand.

'It is my pleasure. She's a wonderful girl and I really do think of her as one of my own children. I think she's excited for you to go home, though, she misses you terribly.'

Mrs. Granger blanched and looked at her husband. Mrs. Weasley became very concerned.

'What is it?'

After an encouraging nod from her husband, Mrs. Granger turned back to Mrs. Weasley, hesitation on her face.

'Well…it's just that…that we were planning on staying here. Sure we have our memories back but right now this still feels like our home. I don't think we're ready to go back.'

Hermione and Ginny came back into the room and took in a shocked Mrs. Weasley and sad Mr. and Mrs. Grangers.

'What? What is it? What's wrong?'

Not realizing the two girls had entered, Mrs. Weasley, and the Grangers turned to them, now looking more shocked. Mrs. Granger stood up and approached her daughter trying to be reassuring.

'It's nothing dear, just a little miscommunication. Come sit down and we'll talk about it.'

So Hermione made her way over to the couch and Ginny sat beside her with a wary look on her face. She looked at her mother, who still looked slightly shocked and concerned. Hermione continued to look into her mother's saddened eyes, scared at what was to come. Mrs. Granger took a deep breath.

'Well, your father and I talked last night before going to bed. We've decided to stay here.'

Hermione sucked in a breath as tears came to her eyes. She couldn't believe this. Her father came over to her and covered her hand in his.

'Even though we remember everything, right now this still feels like our home to us. I'm sure with time we'll want to come back but right now, this is where we feel we belong.'

Hermione just stared at her father. She couldn't believe this, she wouldn't believe this. They remembered and still they didn't want to come home and be with her.

'But…but, I..I thought you would come home! That everything would be normal again!'

She was starting to become hysterical. She needed her parents, they were one of the few things she still had. Her mother came around and sat in front of her on the coffee table.

'Dear, we will in time. We just don't feel like we belong there. We belong here. Why don't you stay with us here? Your magic still works doesn't it? Why can't you try living here, you might like it.'

Huge tears were streaming down Hermione's face. This is not what was supposed to happen. Could she stay in Australia away from the only life she knew? Away from the only friends she had left?

'I can't! England's my home. The magical world I know is there. I can't make that change right now, I just can't! I've lost so much else, I can't loose that too!'

Hermione sprang off the couch and pushed her way through to the front door. She wrenched it open and ran, just ran. She didn't know where, she just knew she needed to get out of that house, that fake house. The sun was bright and the orange color of land hurt her eyes. It made her miss the lush greens of her home. Of the Burrow. She came to a neighborhood park and she finally sat down on one of the swings and just cried. A few moments later, she heard someone come up behind her and stop a few feet away. Not really caring who it was, she just kept staring at the ground while tears ran down her face. Finally, the person came around and Hermione saw Ginny kneel down in front of her, concern etched across her face.

'Hey.'

Hermione let out a wet sob-laugh at the simple word.

'Hey, yourself.'

Ginny smiled slightly and rubbed Hermione's arm calmingly and waited for her to calm down and continue.

'I-I-I just wanted them to come back so it would be back to normal. Why don't they want to come back with me? Why don't they want to be there for me?'

Ginny reached up and wiped a few of the tears off Hermione's face.

'I don't think they're doing it to hurt you, Hermione. Think about how weird this must be for them. They lived for nearly a year not remembering they had a daughter only to have it all come back to them in a day. They'll come around, they will; it'll just take time.'

Hermione knew she was right. She had just wanted some kind of normalcy in her life, especially with all that had happened with Harry and Ron. Maybe she was expecting too much at once. It's not like she couldn't come see them or contact them like before. They were safe now and she could see them, visit them, owl them as much as she wanted.

Hermione took a deep breath and nodded sadly.

'You're right. I think I may have overreacted.'

Ginny gasped jokingly and placed her hand over her heart.

'What?! Hermione Granger overreact?! Never!'

Hermione slapped her arm playfully but she did giggle as a small smile came to her face.

'That's quite enough from the peanut gallery, thank you very much.'

Ginny gave her a questioning look.

'Peanut gallery? Why would there be a gallery for peanuts?'

Now Hermione let out a real laugh. She forgot that was something she had picked up from a muggle neighbor of hers and Ginny would have no idea what it was.

'It's nothing, just a muggle term for crazy people.'

Ginny put on a mock shocked face.

'Hey, I am not crazy!'

Hermione smirked.

'Depends on who you ask.'

Now Ginny's face contorted into mock anger and she stood up and turned her back to Hermione. Hermione got off the swing and went to hug the redhead from behind.

'Thanks for coming to get me.'

She released her and they started back towards the house.

'No problem. Besides, I was the only one who could have caught you. And Mum stayed to try to calm down your mum, who kind of freaked out.'

Hermione stopped and Ginny looked back at her.

'Was she really upset?'

'Yeah, she thought you wouldn't come back. But Mum told them you would.'

Hermione nodded sadly and they continued back. Once they got to the block where the house was, Mrs. Granger ran out to her daughter and hugged her.

'Hermione! I'm so sorry! Are you okay?'

'I'm sorry I scared you Mum, I was just very upset at all this.'

They went back to the living room and sat down to talk some more. Hermione wanted to apologize for her reaction and reassure her parents she was okay.

'I'm sorry, I just really missed you and I wanted you back home. But now I realize it may be a lot to handle in such a small period of time. It's not like it was before, I can come visit and owl you whenever I want to talk with you. You're not off limits anymore.'

'Of course. We would love for you to come visit and stay with us. We realize too that it would be too much to ask for you to leave your world to live with us but we are always here for you.'

Hermione smiled at her Mum and Dad. She knew they meant it but still, it felt like she had lost another small piece of something. It wasn't their fault she had moved them here nor was it her fault that they weren't really part of her life anyway with them being muggles. It still hurt, though, and Hermione was beginning to really hate being hurt all the time.

7. Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Mrs. Weasley, Ginny and Hermione returned to the Burrow the following morning. Hermione had been rather quiet, but both Weasleys realized she needed some time to sort everything out. Once back at the Burrow, Mrs. Weasley went back to her old routines while Ginny kept Hermione company much like she did when Ron left. After one day, Hermione didn't seem to be much better so Ginny decided to try to get her mind off of things and cheer her up. After breakfast, instead of letting Hermione go into the sitting room and read/mope, Ginny grabbed her arm and dragged her out into the garden.

'Ginny, where are we going?'

Ginny looked back a bewildered Hermione and smirked.

'You'll see.'

She took her around back and around the pond to the field they usually played Quidditch on. Upon seeing where they were headed and the two brooms on the ground, Hermione started to protest.

'Oh no, Ginny! You know I don't fly!'

Ginny smiled at her and grabbed the two brooms.

'You used to not fly. But you are flying today. You just never had a proper teacher.'

She held out one of the brooms to Hermione but she kept her hands folded over her chest and glared at Ginny. Ginny sighed and put on her best pouting face.

'Please Hermione. Just try it once, and if you still hate it we'll stop. I just miss flying with someone.'

Hermione just stood there defiantly for a moment, but then she sighed and dropped her arms.