Seventh Year Boys’ Dormitory, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Victory over Voldemort Day
The young man in question, the guy who used to be known as the ‘Boy-Who-Lived’,
but now the ‘One Chosen to Save Us All’. Personally, Harry was just waiting for either
Seamus or Neville to start doing Lord of the Rings jokes. Shaking his head, since it’d been all
over the damned place in the last ten hours, he looked up at the person who’d spoken his
.. what’s up?” He glanced at the clock on his bedside table. “Good god,
woman, it’s three am! Why aren’t you asleep?”
Hermione sat on the edge of his bed, her entire body screaming nervousness. “Can we
It didn’t take long for Harry to read his best friend, and saw that something was
genuinely bothering her. He hauled himself upright, shuffling up and leaning his back on the
.. what’s wrong, Hermione? You look.
Sighing, Hermione shuffled down the bed so she was leaning against the end board.
They were now separated by just under six feet of space. “I’m scared, Harry.”
Scared?” Harry repeated. “Why are you scared, Hermione? It’s over now.”
.. it isn’t.” Hermione said sadly. “Not for me.
.. I’ve got something else to do.”
What?” He blinked as realisation came over him. “Your parents.
.. you need to go back
and recover your parents, don’t you?”
Hermione nodded. “Finding them probably won’t be too difficult, but.
.. what happens
when I restore their memories? They’ll hate me.
..” She whimpered slightly, but managed to
get herself under control. She didn’t want to dump all her problems on Harry.
.. after all, that’s
what pretty much every witch and wizard in Britain had done.
You’ll be okay, Hermione.” Harry said supportively. “I’m sure they’ll understand.
They’re your parents; they’ll forgive you.”
Promise?” She asked in a small voice, knowing that Harry was doing his best to cheer
.. and succeeding, too.
Hey, the Harry Potter ‘Boy-Who-Lived’ guarantee.” Harry said pompously, before he
cracked a smile. “You know it, Hermione. Stop fretting about it.” He yawned, before he