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Maelody April 1st, 2012 11:47 am

Australian Blur
WARNING: This story may contain stronger material for more adult readers. I will edit it from the original HPFF site (which accepts rated M fics) to fit the ToS here on CoS, but it will still have content that may seem upsetting to others. Please be warned!

Australian Blur
Made by VermillionDream at The Dark Arts Forums

"Don't you like it here?" he asked, whispering in her ear and hugging her from behind.

"Yes," she said, tears falling silently down her cheeks.

"Don't you like me?" he asked again, a tender finger trailing down her face and through her hair.

"Yes," she repeated, crumpling in his grasp, her tears turning into instant sobs.

Disclaimers and such that I am not J.K Rowling, I don't own characters, places or anything of the such. I write for enjoyment.


Chapter One


Hermione was standing in the doorway, smiling down at the red head laying on the bed before her. Harry and Ginny just left for the night and Hermione shut the door in Ron's bedroom and made her way to him. At last, since that final day with Voldemort, Ron and Hermione were able to appreciate each others company.

Ron sat up and patted the bed beside him to allow for her to sit next to him. Hermione refused the offer and instead sat on his lap and ran her fingers through his hair. His blue eyes were locked onto her brown ones and his smile was enough for her to believe she was sitting on top of the most gorgeous man alive. It made her suddenly aware of her dirty old blue jeans and, less than flattering on her, top Fleur let her borrow. It was silky blue with black buttons and hems. Something only a part Veela girl could pull off.

"Here we are," Ron said, hands pushing her hair from her face.

"Here we are," Hermione copied with a beaming smile.

"You're beautiful," he said without diverting his eyes from her. Hermione looked down at her hands, which were fumbling around in her lap. Ron lifted her chin so he could look into her eyes once more. Then he leaned in and kissed her, a favorite passing time of theirs. His lips were soft and smooth against hers, but her focus was on his hands tonight. One hand was in the crevice of her back, pulling her closer to him, and the other was still on her chin but conveniently out of the way of the kiss.

At last the kiss broke, but only long enough for Ron to pick Hermione up off his lap and flip her over onto the bed. He smiled down at her before finding her lips with his once more.

"Ron," she said quietly.

"Yes, Mione?" he said just as equally quietly as she had been.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

They continued to lay there on the bed until they fell asleep soundly in each others arms. It was their first official time alone together, and she would be leaving first thing in the morning to retrieve her parents.

Typically, Hermione would be the one packing right now in order to make these plans happen, but after a year away from Hogwarts she didn't really have anything suitable to wear now. All she had left were a few tattered jeans and some shirts Fleur let her borrow. Instead, she spent the last week getting things straightened out with the Australian Ministry in order to retrieve her parents. It was going to be a lot longer than she would like, but it was worth it to get her parents back. According to the laws in Australia, any witch or wizard under the age of nineteen was not allowed to perform magic. Luckily, she only had a few months left until then, which was ample time to convince her parents that she was their daughter and they needed to come back home.

“It isn't going to be an easy task, you know that, Hermione?” Ron asked once they woke up and she was putting on a different pair of jeans that she saved especially for this day. She nodded her head while she slipped another one of Fleur's pale, pink tops over her head. “Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?” he asked, walking up behind her and placing an arm around her waist. She smiled and turned around, pecking his lips and then pulling away from his grasp to grab her wand and tame her hair.

“I wish you could,” she answered, “but my parents wouldn't recognise you and I need to retrieve them as quickly as I can.”

“Well I could stay at your apartment while you are visiting them,” he suggested.

“Ron we've been over this...” she said sympathetically. She would love nothing more than for Ron to join her, but she really needed this time to herself. After the last year of hunting Voldemort's Horcruxes, it was time for some time to herself, along with the time to get her parents back.

“I know,” he sighed, putting his own t-shirt on over his wonderful, ginger hair. She knew he understood, but he wasn't making it any easier on her part to say no.

The two of them went downstairs together and met up with Harry, Ginny, and the rest of the Weasley clan. Mrs. Weasley put a bowl of porridge in front of Hermione and sat across from her once everyone was served.

“Today is the day!” Mrs. Weasley said, passing the cream to Ginny. “We will all miss you, Hermione, dear!”

“I'll miss you, too. All of you.” Said Hermione, genuinely sad that she would be leaving all of them, especially Ron. It wasn't like leaving for the summer during school. It was different because now she would be leaving her best friend and her boyfriend. When she left, she would be leaving the love of her life behind even though she just got him.

“Well, maybe we will come up and visit a few times,” Harry suggested, looking at Ginny for confirmation. Ginny agreed and looked at Hermione to see if this would be alright.

“I suppose so,” she said with a small smile. I won't be able to leave at this rate, she thought.

“Well, the Ministry can't be kept waiting, dear,” Mr. Weasley said, looking at his pocket-watch with a rather large grin. “Your appointment is at–”

“Nine,” Hermione answered without thinking.

“Yes, well we have precisely ten minutes. Are you ready, dear?” he was already standing and holding a hand out toward the fireplace. Hermione sighed and finished off her porridge quickly. Ron grabbed hold of her hand and walked her to his father and the fireplace. Everyone gathered round and gave her one last hug.

“We'll see you soon,” Harry said, hugging her right after Ginny. Hermione nodded and smiled faintly at him. She would miss Ginny and him almost as much as she would miss the company of Ron.

“I love you, Mione. Be safe,” Ron squeezed her and almost refused to let go before it was time.

“I love you, too,” she replied, hiding the tears forming in her eyes. She would have to get her parents quickly at this rate. She kissed him, more passionately than she had this morning, but not too passionately to embarrass herself in front of his family.

“Well, I've got to go,” she said, giving everyone one last look. Mr. Weasley gave her the floo powder and she took a handful of it. She threw it in and the the flames turned emerald, allowing her to step in. The last thing she saw before saying, “Australian Ministry of Magic,” was Ron watching as she left him.

This was her least favorite way to travel, and she certainly didn't think of what it would do to her only decent outfit. Hopefully, once she was at the Ministry, someone would be able to clean her off. Because of the age restriction, she wasn't able to apparate in the middle of Australia.

Even though her eyes were shut tight and she never opened her mouth, soot still managed to get all over her and in her mouth. At last the spinning stopped and she was able to stumble out of the fireplace, coughing and sputtering around. She didn't realise an extremely sharp, pointed woman was watching her get soot all over the room. When she finally got the soot out of her eyes, she noticed the woman and stopped moving instantly, noticing the mess she was making.

“Hi,” Hermione said sheepishly.

“I see,” said the woman, pointing her nose down at Hermione and taking note on her clipboard (which was shortly taken over by the quill itself). “Miss Granger, I presume?”

“Yes,” Hermione answered, realising that this woman reminded her too much of one Miss Rita Skeeter. “Is there some place I need to register?” she asked once the woman didn't say anything else.

“Not looking like that, you won't,” she said, pulling her wand out. Hermione flinched as the woman cast a nonverbal spell, but when she looked down she noticed there was no more soot on her.

“Thanks,” she murmured, not sure the woman would care if she appreciated it or not.

“Follow me, Miss Granger.”

Hermione followed behind the unknown woman and looked around as they walked. The Ministry was not as mystical as their own, but it still had a bit of a magical quality to it. Instead of stone and brick all over, most of the walls seemed to be made of a dark, red wood. There were windows all over, peering into offices with people talking to fireplaces and others doing paperwork. It was truly fascinating how things were here compared to the Ministry back home, but she was already missing home because of it.

“This way,” the woman said, looking over her glasses at Hermione, who seemed to be awestruck by her surroundings. Hermione looked and noticed that they were ready to enter in the room with big, golden letters reading: Minister's Office.

“I have to talk to the Minister?” Hermione asked, not thinking something like this would be that important. The woman didn't say anything, but lead the way inside to give Hermione the idea she should follow.

When they entered the room (and the woman snapped at Hermione to close the door behind her), an emerald fire started in the fireplace and all of the sudden a rather large, bald man came into the room. His robes were a magnificent pink, and he wore a purple flower of some sort on his right breast pocket. Hermione could only assume this man was the Australian Minister. He, unlike Hermione, had no soot on him. She assumed it was because his fireplace was chained to a line of fireplaces used explicitly for floo, so there would be no real soot to ruin his clothing.

“Ah, Mrs. Bertsong! I see you have brought Miss Granger along with you. Just sit her down and I will get to her once I've gotten some refreshments. I just finished my meeting with the Minister in Scotland, crazy man he is!” said the bald man happily, turning to what looked like a liquor cabinet.

Mrs. (Hermione couldn't believe someone like her could be married) Bertsong glared at Hermione and pointed at a vacant seat for her to sit in. Without hesitation, Hermione sat down and watched as Mrs. Bertsong hustled out the door, not particularly careful in not slamming it.

“Miss Granger?” the Minister finally turned, raising an eyebrow at her as he offered her an empty glass. She shook her head politely and he turned to put it back before sitting in his chair behind the desk before her. “Well, you are right on time!” he sounded almost surprised and Hermione didn't know if she should take this comment offensively or if that was just how the Minister was. “I am the Prime Minister of Magic here of this great, great continent known as Australia! My name is Jon Tellers.”

“Hello, Minister Tellers,” Hermione said humbly, but Minister Tellers shook his head vibrantly, his cheeks flailing around his face as he did so.

“Oh no, no, no! Please, call me Jon,” he said excitedly.

“Sorry, Min – er – Jon. I'm sorry,” she said, “but what exactly am I doing here? Did I do something wrong?” She bit her lip, not exactly sure of what she could have done.

“Wrong?” Jon asked, surprised yet again and raised his thin, blonde eyebrows at her. “Why heavens no! I just need to read you the terms of your stay here and remind you about our laws while you are here.” He said, chuckling at her ignorance. Apparently what Australia considered important and what England considered important were two different things. “Really, it isn't as bad as it sounds, but there are rules you must follow, as you must know.”

Hermione nodded her head, deciding that staying quiet would help her get to her parents that much faster.

“How old are you, dear?” Jon asked. Do they not have the files I worked so hard on? Hermione thought, a little aggravated about the paperwork she bothered to fill out that was obviously of little importance to them.

“Eighteen,” she said quickly, sitting at the edge of her seat.

“Your birthday?”

“September,” she said impatiently. Really! My files!

“Oh, so right after the summer finishes then? How wonderful! You will be staying here for the remainder of the summer, correct?” he asked, and Hermione noticed he didn't even bother to record her answers once! She nodded her head yet again.

“Please, sir, but I filled out a file before I came...” she said, her patience running low.

“Miss Granger, please answer verbally. This room is recording our entire conversation so we can confirm that everything you say matches with your file,” he said, a wide grin spreading on his face.

“Oh,” she said, her temper rising slightly. Shouldn't they warn her if they were going to record her? “Yes,” she answered at last.

“Do you agree that you cannot use magic legally until the age of nineteen?”


“You are here to gather your parents in hopes of restoring their memory of you?”

“Yes. Minister, if I may be so bold –”

“Yes, dear?” he said, his hands folding beneath his fat chin.

“Why could the Ministry not restore my parents for me? Maybe return them for me?” she asked. It was a subject she had been meaning to ask Mr. Weasley back at home, but she was afraid she knew the answer.

“Well, dear, that would cost quite a bit,” he said, too cheerfully for Hermione's taste with the subject at hand, “and we're not the ones who took some of their most precious memories away. Speaking of which, that was an incredible bit of magic, dear. Have you ever considered a career in the Ministry of Magic at home? You would be of excellent use!”

“No,” Hermione said curtly.

Jon waved his hand in front of his face as if he were brushing off the entire discussion about her parents' selective memory loss and her working with the Ministry.

“Back to business,” he said, a sly smile creeping onto his face. “Do you, Hermione Jean Granger, admit to having performed a specialised obliviation charm?”


“Are you aware that is illegal here in the continent of Australia?” he asked. This caught Hermione off guard.

“Illegal?” she asked, shock and horror in her voice. Would they do something to her? Throw her into Azkaban maybe?

“Fortunately enough for you, the spell was not preformed here and we cannot do anything to you, but you will agree to do nothing of the sorts again while here. Correct?”

“Y-yes.” Hermione faltered. She wasn't used to the way he was confronting her.

“Excellent!” he beamed. “Now for my last question. Do you promise that no magic will be used to undergo the spell you used on your parents and you will not speak of the magical world until you have reached the age of nineteen and have returned them safely home?”

“How am I supposed to convince them of what happened to them while I'm here if I can't explain the magic I used?” Hermione asked, really beginning to miss home and the simplicity of her parents having their full memory of her.

“As of right now your parents have no idea that magic exists, therefore they do not remember having a witch for a daughter. If you tell them about the magical world, it would be just like telling any other Muggle about magic. It is mandatory procedure, Miss Granger. Surely you recognise this law?”

Now Hermione understood. That meant her prior plans were going to do her no good and it would take even longer to convince her parents than she thought. Having been the daughter of two Muggles, she didn't think about how she wouldn't be able to tell them she was a witch. How was she going to convince them that she was their daughter? Hermione meant to come up with a counter spell for when this time would come, but it took so long to come up with a safe and proficient way of altering the obliviation spell so it wouldn't wipe out their entire memories of their life, just her, that she didn't have time before running off to find Horcurxes. At least she had something to work on before her birthday. But where would she work on it?

“Miss Granger? I'm waiting on a reply,” he said, not impatient at all.

“Oh,” she said, thinking for a moment before answering. Maybe it would be best if I went home and worked on the spell. I could always come back once I'm done, she thought.

“I'm waiting,” he said, chuckling at her hesitancy. She really didn't like this man.

“Yes,” she said at last.

“Splendid! Mrs. Bertsong! She is ready!” Jon stood up and poured another glass of what looked to be firewhiskey.

Mrs. Bertsong came in as if she had been listening at the door the whole time (which she probably was) and stared pointedly at Hermione as if she should know to be up and out by now.

“Good day, Minster,” Hermione stood and nodded her head at him slightly. He laughed and waved her away without another word. At last, she was ready to see her parents.


Maelody April 24th, 2012 9:38 am

Re: Australian Blur

Chapter Two


The house was small and white with rustic red shutters, and it was extremely out of place compared to the houses around it. There was a beach behind it which sprayed bursts of salty air in Hermione's face with a little help from the wind. She had been standing in the sand, in front of the gate to this house for nearly an hour. She couldn't bring herself out of the memories she was having. Both her mother and father, the two people who no longer remembered their only daughter, who she sent away so they would be protected, were in the house she currently stood in front of.

Will they be scared of me? She wondered. Will they believe me? What if they call the police?

All of these thoughts were running through Hermione's head. Now was a time she definitely wanted Ron by her side. She probably would never have moved any time soon either if it weren't for two extremely happy, familiar faces walking out of the house arm-in-arm. They almost didn't notice her, but at the sight of her parents, Hermione gasped. The curly haired, tall and thin man who looked like he was close to his fifties or more spotted her.

“Can we help you?” he asked, stopping the just as old, mousy brown, bushy haired woman walking with him. He wasn't firm, but curious about the stranger on his property.

“I– er – I,” was all Hermione was able to spit out at the surprise of her father noticing her.

“Oh, Dennis, you've frightened her!” Said her mother.

Besides the one year of separation between the three of them, her parents were very much the same. They had the same smile, laugh, wrinkles by their eyes, and healthy faces. The only difference was the slight Australian accent they carried and their slightly darker skin.

And me. Thought Hermione. They don't have me.

"I'm sorry to bother you,” Hermione said quickly, not sure of what to do now. “My name is Hermione Gr– Hermione.”

“What a lovely name!” Her mother expressed after a moment's silence. She ran up to the gate to unlock it and welcomed Hermione onto their yard. “How may we help you?” She smiled back at her husband, her red lipstick making her smile warm and beautiful.

“I have something important to tell you,” Hermione said honestly, wanting her parents back as soon as their memory would allow them to.

“I'll call Robert and his wife, Jean. I'll tell them that we'll meet up with them for dinner instead.” Dennis said to his wife, retreating inside of the house and leaving the door open for Hermione and her mother to come in. This was exactly the reason why Hermione sent her parents away and wiped their memories entirely of the magical world. They trusted everyone too easily and would talk to anyone with a question. The thought of a Death Eater walking up to her parent's gate made her sick and she felt better about her decision as she followed Jean into the house.

The house was small and tidy on the inside. Hermione's heart broke as she passed the pictures she used to be in, and a few new ones she was supposed to be in. There were pictures of Dennis and Jean exploring all of Australia all the while they had been living there. Australia was supposed to be the Granger family's next summer vacation, but with the war at its peak, Hermione was not able to attend this extended vacation.

Jean gestured for Hermione to take a seat on the floral couch that Hermione recognised as their sofa from their home in England. It was still just as comfortable as it was the year before. As a matter of fact, the entire home still had the comfortable feel of their English style house. It made Hermione miss the year away from home, but she smiled and took the cup of tea Jean offered her after making a run to the kitchen. It was cold tea, something the Grangers weren't used to, but with the Australian weather, it was surely enjoyable.

“So, Hermione,” Jean said her name with a bit of excitement. The recognition in Hermione's name on her mother's lips made her smile.

Maybe this will be easier than I thought. Hermione thought, taking another sip of the un-sweet tea.

“What brings you to our humble abode?”

“It's a bit of a long story I'm afraid.” Said Hermione, holding her teacup in her lap to keep her hands from shaking. A bead of sweat dripped down the side of her face, not only from the unexpected heat of Australia, but her nervousness as well. Dennis came and joined Jean on the other sofa and wrapped his arms around her shoulders before placing a small peck on her cheek. He smiled at Hermione as he waited for her explanation for intruding on their prior plans. When the couple didn't say anything back to her, she exhaled loudly and looked right at her mother, thinking that the connection between mother and daughter would help her explanation connect with them much faster.

“My name is Hermione Gr-Greengrass," she thought automatically remembering her plans from before. "I've come to inform you that I've found your daughter.”

Hermione's plan was simple enough. The couple may have their memories erased, but there was nothing Hermione could do about the scars that showed Jean Granger had given birth before. In their memory modifications she was able to erase their memories of her, but they knew they had a daughter somewhere out there. Unfortunately, they thought their daughter was abducted years ago shortly after giving birth in the hospital. Hermione only thought of that just in case here parents were discovered by Death Eaters, they could come up with a plausible story other than, "We don't have a daughter." She had done a bit of reading beforehand and found out that abducting babies with magical abilities born from Muggles was a fad right around the time she was born.

Dennis looked at his wife immediately, searching for some sort of reaction out of her. As far as they knew, no one besides the two of them and a few private investigators knew they even had a daughter.

“I'm sorry, young lady, but I think you have the wrong family. We do not have a daughter,” Dennis' voice was firm, a tone that Hermione wasn't entirely familiar with from her gentile father, but she could tell he was lying.

"I work for the Child Protection Service in England where we finally got a hit on your daughter, Mr. Granger." Hermione said with an amount of authority that would help them believe her. It hurt that they didn't recognise that she looked exactly like the pair of them for them to question whether or not she was their daughter, but she supposed it was all a part of her spell.

"You found her?" Jean piped up, her voice distraught. "You found my baby girl? Where is she?"

Hermione felt guilty, but she continued on with her story.

"She's back home in England waiting to meet her real parents."

"How did this happen?" Dennis asked while trying to relax his anxious wife. He wasn't entirely convinced. This made things harder for Hermione than she would have liked. "Where are the people who took our baby girl?"

"They died," Hermione said flatly. "She didn't know she was abducted until after a car accident took who she thought was her parents. She then found out what had happened and decided to search for you two. She wants to meet you."

"Did you hear that, Dennis? Our baby girl is alright and she wants to meet us!" Jean was in tears now, but she was extremely happy and relieved by the news. Hermione grinned sheepishly as she waited for her father's reply. She didn't expect them to react this well.

Perhaps I won't be staying here long after all, she thought happily as she watched her parents speak in hushed tones before her.

"You're sure she wants to meet us?" Dean asked Hermione with a warning glare. She nodded her head. "What are we going to do, Jean?"

"I don't know," his wife replied sadly for the first time. Hermione's smile fell and she grew confused as to what had suddenly happened. "Our lives are here now, and I'm sure she has a life of her own. What if she doesn't like us?"

"I just opened up on my practice a couple of weeks ago. I can't leave without any notice or at least trying to find a place in London. What if she's not even our daughter?" He directed this question towards Hermione now. She jumped in her seat and struggled for an answer.

"We've already matched everything up! She's eighteen years old. She turns nineteen on September 19..."

"Do you have a picture of her?" Jean asked, looking at Hermione with hopeful eyes. Hermione cursed inside her head. Out of all the things she planned and all of the other things she had thought of, she never thought about bringing a picture. It was a simple enough task to get a picture of some girl, as long as she looked somewhat like the two adults before her of course, but she simply just didn't have one that wasn't of herself.

"I'm sorry, no." Hermione said, worried that would effect their answer. She was right.

"Then I'm sorry, but until we see a picture of our daughter, we aren't going anywhere Miss Greengrass. We've met with a dozen other girls who the agency thought was our daughter and we're tired of the rejection once we meet up with the young girls. That's why we're in Australia now. They thought they found our little girl somewhere up here a little over a year ago. We packed up and moved all the way over here for that young woman, but I would assume you know the results in that."

Hermione's heart sank. She needed them to come with her to England. There she could restore their memories and they could forget about this whole useless story and be reunited again.

"I can assure you this young woman is your daughter, Mr and Mrs. Granger." She tried once more.

"Please, Hermione," Jean said gently, "just show us a picture. I'm sure that if we saw her first before traveling, we would just know that it was our daughter." Tears were streaking slowly down her face and she was holding her husband's hand. Hermione wanted to cry as well, but she didn't want to explain why when she did so, so she took a deep breath, stood up, and set her tea down on her table.

"If I get you a picture, then will you go with me to London to be reunited with your daughter?" she asked, hiding the lump in her throat very well.

"Maybe," Jean said, eyeing her husband for a better answer.

"Our lives are here now, and we're getting very old. As much as it pains me to admit it, but she is probably old enough to where she could do without us if she really wanted to. We'll have to think about it."

Much to Hermione's satisfaction, Jean didn't look too pleased with her husband's decision, but she didn't pry either. She would have to wait and see if her mother would talk to her father about it while she was gone.

"Then I will get you a picture as soon as I can," Hermione said stiffly and then shook her father's hand, wishing desperately to dissolve in his large, fatherly arms with a hug.

"Thank you, Miss Greengrass," Jean said, leading Hermione back to the front door to show her out.

"I'll just call Robert and tell him we can make a late lunch now if he's up to it," Dennis called from the back of the house.

"I know this is your daughter, M- Mrs. Granger," Hermione said as she exited the door.

"I really hope it is," Jean said, a small smile on her face and then she said her goodbye just before shutting the door with a small click.

When Hermione was far enough away from the house, she found a park bench to sit at and cry. Her own mother didn't even recognise her! She thought that maybe, after her name attracted so much attention, her mother would remember her daughter. That, however, was wishful hoping, and Hermione knew it. This trip wasn't going to be easy, and even Ron warned her about it before she left. She was beginning to regret her decision on not letting him come, but she really needed this time to herself, too. After a year with two boys and a battle of the century, she really needed some personal time off. She missed her friends like crazy already, but she would have to make do. After all, she is Hermione Jean Granger, the strongest and brightest declared witch of her time.


Maelody May 7th, 2012 7:50 pm

Re: Australian Blur

Chapter Three


The key with a tag which read the number 8b on it was tossed on the table next to the door. Hermione's plans to boost her parents' memories didn't exactly go as planned, but she hadn't expected the first attempt to work either. Nonetheless, she gathered what few Galleons she had left and found the nearest pub. Fortunately enough they accepted her money, but she would have to convert her money the next time she made a payment.

The owner seemed to be a Muggle, but her husband was a wizard so the the pub was littered with Muggles and magical folk alike. Hermione was reminded of the rules while in the presence of Muggles (which honestly wasn't that much different than those at home). When she finally got a full glance at her new apartment she grimaced. Surely even the small amount of Galleons she paid could have gotten her a better room, but the room was small and pathetic.

A bed meant for a single person was against the far wall with a thin blanket stretched over it, and a few chairs that looked like they would cave in under Hermione's thin frame were scattered around the room. The only other room besides the one she stood in was the bathroom (which had no door). The Leaky Cauldron was much better than this place. Hell, living in a tent for the last year was better than this place.

There was a couch big enough for two in the middle of the room and Hermione decided to sit on it to relieve some of her stress. A cloud of dust flew all around her and she began to cough and fan all of the dust away. She already had her wand pulled out before she remembered she wasn't allowed to do magic.

“Bullocks!” Hermione cursed to herself. These living arrangements were going to be harder than she thought. She decided she would rest for a little while and clean up before going out to buy some new clothes. The plan with her parents may not be working out like she thought, but she may as well enjoy her time alone and tour all of what Australia had to offer. This pub was definitely not giving off a good first impression, however.

Before getting too comfortable (which was something hard to do in this place) Hermione decided writing a letter to Ron would really keep her mind off of things. In her purse full of the few belongings she brought, she pulled out a parchment, quill, and ink. The materials were spread out on a side table before her and she began writing.

My Dearest Ron,

I have not been here for twenty-four hours and I am already missing you unbearably. I think I may reconsider your idea of coming to visit me. I talked to my parents today, but they didn't believe me. It is no surprise to me, but it was still heartbreaking to see that they did not recognise me as their daughter. How is everything at the Burrow? Are Harry and Ginny fairing well? It is so unbearably hot here –

She stopped writing as soon as her last sentence came out. It was unbearably hot in the room, but she spotted no sign of an air conditioner. She wiped the sweat from her brow and contemplated between finishing her letter or going to take a shower. She chose the latter and left the unfinished letter on the table.

The shower looked no better than the rest of the apartment. In fact, it had yellow stains and brown rings all around the porcelain interior and when she turned the knobs to turn the water on, it came out brown and in thick spurts.

“Bloody hell,” she mumbled under her breath. If she could use her magic, she would fix this immediately. She though about grabbing her wand to do so (who would really arrest her for fixing the water pressure?) but thought better of it and decided the water was cool enough to step in it for a few minutes and not a moment longer.

Thoroughly disgusted with herself after taking a shower in brown, mucky water, Hermione stepped out of the cool walls of the shower and into the equally as disgusting bathroom. She had to get out of this place soon before she realised how much she despised herself for the whole idea of living here. Clothes shopping was the only thing to do right now that absolutely had to be done, so she grabbed her charmed purse and headed out the door (hair still very wet).

By the time she made it to a shopping centre, it didn't matter if she left the apartment soaking wet. The sun was so blistering hot that her hair dried within minutes of leaving the hell hole she would be inhabiting for the next several months. Hermione was rather grateful for the heat at the moment, however. All of the girls that looked to be around her age were clad in incredibly tiny shorts, decorative tops with matching shoes, and enough make-up to pass for a tart. At least with her hair dried and pulled back, Hermione somewhat fit in (minus the tart look).

“Victoria's Secret?” Hermione read a sign above her out loud with a bewildered expression. She had never heard of the place, but by the looks of it, the store provided plenty of options in bras and panties.

New underwear couldn't hurt. Hermione thought, falling captive to the bright, beautiful varieties of underwear the plastic dummies wore. After all, she desperately needed new clothes in all areas.

“What can I do fer yah?” A tall, blonde woman, no, girl, offered Hermione. She was incredibly tan, which made her hair look out of place, and she had charcoal black eyeliner circling her bright blue eyes. Her smile would have been friendly enough, but she was smacking a piece of gum around in her mouth. She, like the rest of the girls shopping around, wore a pair of cut-off shorts and pink flip-flops. The only way to tell her apart from the shoppers was the bright pink top she wore (that showed off far more tanned cleavage than necessary) with a name tag that read: Hi My Name Is: Miranda.

“I'm just looking around, thanks,” Hermione answered hurriedly. She blushed and then turned around to leave the Miranda girl to help some other customer. Never having gone to a place like this before, Hermione was a little embarrassed. She saw things that would work perfectly fine under everyday clothing, and then she saw things that she knew Ron would beg on his knees for her to wear. With Ron in mind, she moseyed over to the lingerie section.

It wasn't until she was looking at an astonishingly tight, see-through undergarment with purple lace and fur did she see him.

At first she thought nothing of him, but the man who was now skimming through a rack of lingerie had her fully aware of his presence. His hair was a dark, sandy blond with a few unnatural blue and red streaks in it. It looked almost unnatural, but if in the right light, very realistic. He was incredibly dark too, due to the years of hot, Australian sun beating on his back for the last Merlin knows how many years. Whoever this man was, he was most definitely hot! Hermione thought everything about him looked as though he were born and raised in Australia, which meant he was everything opposite of the typical Englishman (or just Ron). From his almost realistic, blaising fire hair and leathery, dark skin, to his muscular body and strong stride, Hermione was certain he was born and raised in the hot land of Australia.

After (what must have been far too long to openly admit) staring at him, she began to wonder what he was doing here in a woman's shopping store. After all, it wasn't customary for a man to be looking at woman's underwear. Then he spotted her. His green, flickering fire eyes found her out of all the other girls in the store.

Wait! Flickering fire? she thought and took a double-take. No, there was no fire in his eyes. It must have been a trick in the light. A shiver ran down her spine as she noticed he was now beginning to watch her with a charming smile on his lips. He is shopping for his girlfriend. Hermione reasoned with herself, trying to focus on the lingerie before her. There is nothing wrong with a man wanting to buy his girlfriend a little treat.

Wondering about her 'little treat' Hermione took a look at the price.

“Ninety-eight dollars!?” She said aloud, attracting the attention of a few other female shoppers around her. She apologised quietly and looked around to see if the man from earlier heard her, but he was no where to be seen. She reached into her purse and pulled out a few Galleons, knowing full well that a Muggle store would not take her money. What had she been thinking?

“They don't accept that sort of currency here,” a deep voice from behind her laughed in her ear. Hermione jumped and tightened her fist around the Galleons before turning around to see the same man from moments ago standing behind her. He still wore his charming smile and his eyes widened in surprise. “Whoa there! Didn't mean to startle yah!” he said, throwing his arms out to catch her by the elbows so she wouldn't fall over.

“How do you know what this is?” Hermione asked, her defensive side coming out before she even realised it. Who was this man?

“Why that's a British Galleon, is it not?” he asked, never once breaking his smile, but his voice lowered so no one else could hear him. “Don't worry, love, your secret is safe with me.” He winked, causing Hermione's heart to beat quickly in her chest. Her grip on the Galleons lessened and she dropped them back into her purse. She suddenly became more aware of what he had caught her doing and she turned a bright scarlet colour.

“I was just looking around,” she muttered, wishing more than anything to be somewhere else.

“Yah fancy this purple one?” asked the man, reaching behind her to pick the lingerie from the rack and dangle it before her. “I can get it for yah if yah'd like.”

“Oh, no!” Hermione said hurriedly, reaching out for the purple undergarment quickly. “I was only looking...”

“Is it for the boyfriend then? 'Right then, you can pay me back later!” he pulled the garment out of her grasp and gave her one last look before asking, “You sure this one's the right size? It looks a bit big.”

When she didn't say anything, he shrugged and headed for the registers in the middle of the store where Miranda seemed to be waiting for a purchaser.

“Ello, Miranda! I'd like to purchase this for the girl here,” he said, nudging his head in Hermione's general direction. Hermione bowed her head, not bothering to look up in case Miranda pointed out how red she was.

“That's ninety-eight dollars, Hades,” Miranda informed him. There was something in Miranda's tone that suggested she knew the man buying the lacy garment. When she called him Hades, Hermione's interest spiked and she walked up behind him.

“Here is ninety-eight dollars, Miranda. If you wouldn't mind, I think she would like a paper bag so no one will see it.”

“Of course,” Miranda said cheerfully. Hermione had a feeling that it was because of Hades' presence. Her conclusion was proven correct when Miranda caught a glimpse of Hermione and glared at her from behind the counter when Hades wasn't looking. “Here you go. I hope it fits,” Miranda was now directing her comments toward Hermione. “It looks a bit... snug.”

“You're the best, Miranda,” Hades flashed a toothy grin at the saleswoman and turned back toward Hermione. “I can help you carry this home,” he offered.

“I think I can carry it back on my own,” Hermione said indignantly. The man may be cute, but he was beginning to blindly insult Hermione.

“May as well let me carry it back for you; we're going to the same place.” He threw the bag over his shoulder and held the straps by the tips of his fingers.

“How do you know where I'm going?” Hermione asked, her temper rising. She actually wasn't done with her shopping, but she also had no money that would buy her anything, either. She was stuck in a rut and didn't know which way to go, but she knew one thing for sure, and that was how Hades was beginning to seriously creep her out.

“I followed you really,” Hades said, shrugging like it was no big deal. “Not in some creepy, stalker-ish way, by the way,” he added, noting the look on Hermione's face. “You were leaving the pub I live at and after some time following you, I realised we were both heading to the same place.”

“Really? You were going to Victoria's Secret?” Hermione said, raising an eyebrow and giving him a skeptical look.

“No,” he said truthfully. “I actually wanted to grab a bite to eat across the street, but I don't have anymore money.”

“Why did you follow me in here, then?” Hermione asked, realising that she was taking bigger steps just to keep up with him. Even though he answered her questions and she thought he was definitely a creep, she couldn't help but think he was also somewhat charming.

“I saw a pretty girl in front of me and lost all train of thought.” He flashed a smile at her and winked. When they were outdoors, his hair really seemed to have the illusion of being on fire. No doubt about it, this man was a wizard.

When they reached the pub and climbed up the stairs, Hermione had already learned that his name was most definitely Hades, he's living in the pub for the summer because he is on vacation, and he will be going back to Sydney once the summer is over. Hermione wasn't so keen on sharing as much information, but she did tell him that she was here visiting her parents.

“Is this it, then?” he asked, looking at the door that read 8b on it. Hermione nodded and reached out for the bag he ended up carrying the entire walk back. “Aren't you going to let me in?”

“I'm not sure if that's the best idea,” she said skeptically. Hades seemed to be alright, but Hermione could recall many people who seemed to be alright in the beginning and turned out not to be in the end. Besides, she didn't exactly trust anyone named after the god of the Underworld.

“I promise not to be a pest.” He stuck out his lower lip and made it quiver slightly so Hermione would fall for one of the most pathetically sad looking puppy-dog pouts she has ever seen.

“Alright! You can come in, but my parents will be by any minute to see me,” Hermione added the last part so he would not feel the need to stay long. She didn't exactly trust him yet.


If half the things he said didn't make her feel extraordinarily good about herself, she never would have let him in.

“Most of us with a magical ability fix our places up.” Hades pointed out as he looked around her rundown apartment.

“I'm only eighteen,” Hermione informed him as she ran to the back of the room and stuffed her bag under her bed.

“Ah, an underage, eh? I can fix it up for yah if yah'd like. Of course, there'd be a price.” He winked at her and she began to feel the same way as she did at the store. She blushed and began to fumble over her words.

“I – uh – have a, er, boyfriend...”

Splendid, Hermione! He is now the only person you know who thinks you're a complete idiot! She mentally scolded herself.

“Ah, sorry. Didn't mean anything by it. Just playin',” he said with another wink, but this time less seductive looking.

Utterly lost at a way to transition away from this topic, Hermione decided to ask how old he was.


“Twenty. Not too terribly new to doin' magic on my own, but it is still excitin' if yah know what I mean.” Hades said smoothly, letting his eyes scan the apartment again as he determined where to start.

“I can't imagine having to wait until I'm nineteen to do magic on my own,” Hermione added, hoping to keep their conversation going and stay away from any awkward silences.

“How old do you have to be back home?” he asked.


“This to the boyfriend then?” Hades asked, losing interest in their previous conversation and now focused on the parchment on the table she had left before taking a shower.

“Oh! Yes! I, er, got too hot before I was able to finish it,” Hermione said lamely, unsure as to why she informed him of that. He didn't really need to know why she stopped writing the letter. In fact, he probably didn't even care. More than likely he was beginning to get bored with her and trying to find an excuse to get out now.

“What's his name?”

“Ronald – Ron...” she answered quickly, her mind quickly going blurry.

“I could take him,” Hades grinned, looking right at her again.

“I – erm – What?” Hermione asked, confused as to what he could possibly mean.

“Only jokin'!' he forced a laugh from the back of his throat and Hermione laughed nervously with him.

“Oh,” she said, beginning to find his behavior extremely odd now.

“You're a pretty little thing when you blush. I'm not jokin'.” He then said, stepping closer to her and looking down at her. Hermione wasn't even aware that she had been blushing. Now that she thought about it, she could feel the heat on her face as he stepped even closer to her.

“Thanks,” she said without hesitation. She was fully aware that she wasn't acting like herself, and she was beginning to feel bad for Ron. She wanted him with her now more than anything. He would help her get rid of this man in her apartment. In fact, he would never have put up with the man buying her lingerie in the first place!

“I can see I'm makin' yah uncomfortable. I should go,” he said, his face entirely too close to her own. Again, Hermione hadn't even noticed his actions before he pointed out what was going on. She tried to find the words in her brain to assure him she was alright.

“I'm not uncomfortable! You can stay!” She slapped her hand over her mouth. Would she honestly be saying these things to a stranger she just met?

If they were bloody hot I would be. She answered herself.

Hades smirked and put his hand on the doorknob.

“Don't fret. I only live one floor up. From the looks of it, I may be exactly above this room. Feel free to drop by some time. It gets a bit... lonely up there.” He winked at her again before turning to make his leave.

“Don't you have a girlfriend?” Hermione blurted out before she could stop herself. She wanted more than anything for this man to leave, but she also had this burning desire for him to stay.

“Caught your fancy have I?” he asked, turning back around to look straight at her.

“No!” Hermione snapped, happy to gain some of her self control back. She couldn't help but feel that her behavior would hurt Ron if he ever found out what she was doing.

“No worries. Someone as ridiculously good looking as me doesn't have a girlfriend. Yet.” He added his last word with a sense of mystery in it. It was almost as if he were hinting something at Hermione, but she didn't know exactly what it was he meant. “Well, I better get going.”

“Wait!” Hermione said, again catching herself off guard. She wanted to slap her hands over her mouth and never let go until he left for real, but she decided not to make such a spectacle of herself and gain some of her self control back before she lost too much dignity. “Let me walk you out.” She finished lamely. He was already at the door, but that didn't stop her from coming over and opening it to show him his way out.

“Until next time, my dearest Hermione.” He bowed and took her hand, placing a small peck on the top of her hand before stepping outside of her apartment.

“Oh! Er, right. Hades,” was all she was able to get out before rudely shutting the door in his face. It wasn't until a good five minutes later was she able to sit down and think about everything that had just happened.

What in the hell just happened? She thought, slamming her hands against her head and pulling her hair back. A tear ran down her face as she looked at the letter before her and thought about Ron.

“Bloody hell!” she said, guilt sinking into her. She had no clue of what she just did. Was it technically cheating?

She decided to finish the letter tomorrow and go to bed to clear her mind. After a few more minutes she was able to think clearly on exactly what she thought of Hades and decided next time... Well, there wouldn't be a next time.


Maelody May 21st, 2013 7:15 am

Re: Australian Blur

Chapter Four


A few days had gone by and Hermione was finding her time in Australia to be much worse than she could ever imagine. With the creepy feeling she had toward Hades she steered clear of stepping out of her apartment unless she absolutely needed to. She finished Ron's letter, allowing herself to admit that she really did miss him and that a part of her wished that she would have allowed him to come, and sent it away with the request that he send her a picture of herself with a few alterations so she could give it to her mother and father. Of course, England and Australia are very far apart and it would take any owl a matter of days to deliver and receive a letter. She cursed silently at the fact that she couldn't just alter a picture herself because of the age restrictions.

Since she didn't take Hades' offer of friendship, her apartment was still grimy and terrible looking. Most days she just spent lying in her bed and looking out the window. It had a remarkable view for something so awful. She could see crowds of people when she looked down just walking around with shopping bags and sunglasses. Most of them had cell phones and were talking quickly while a few of the others were texting on them. Of course Hermione had no real need for a cell phone because none of her friends were Muggles, but getting one would probably be a good idea so her cover of Miss Hermione Greengrass would pass to both Dennis and Jean Granger. She wouldn't be surprised if they thought she was pulling their leg since she never gave them a number to contact her with. Then again, they never asked either.

While Hermione stared out the window, a small speck that vaguely resembled an owl flew straight for what looked like her window. Her suspicions were proved correct once the owl got closer and actually reached her window. She slid the window up to make an opening for the small owl. It was Pig who delivered what looked like three letters. No wonder it took so long to hear anything from them. It's been nearly a week and a half.

"Why didn't he just use the owl I sent?" she muttered to herself. Pig heard this a nipped her finger painfully. He must have thought Hermione wasn't grateful for his service. "Ouch! Pigwigeon!" She scolded, immediately drawing her finger to her mouth even though there was no blood. Hermione left the owl on her window seal and sat back in her bed to read her letters. Saving the best for last, she read Harry's first.

Hey Hermione,
How's Australia? I hope everything is going well with your parents. Ginny and I have had to stop Ron all week from leaving to visit you. We know how much you want to be alone right now. Ginny says hi by the way. Oh, never mind, she's gone off to write a letter to you herself. I just wanted to check up on you. Don't be a stranger.

Hermione was smiling by the time she reached the end of the letter. She set it aside and promised to reply to it as soon as she read the other two. The next one, of course, was from Ginny.

Hermione, I hope you opened my letter before Harry's! Or else we're not friends anymore! Okay, so I'm only joking...

The rest of the letter was very similar to Harry's and Hermione laughed as she set it on top of Harry's for the time being. Then, as though she were her twelve year old self again meeting Gildory Lockhart for the first time, she ripped open the letter from Ron.

Hermione, here's that picture you asked for. Mum had to do the alteration for me. How's Australia?

P.S - Sorry about sending Pig. The owl you sent was bloody tired at it's arrival and Mum is patching him up.

Hermione frowned as she finished the letter. She didn't know what she was expecting. It was just like Ron to send something so short. She dropped the letter in her crossed lap and examined the small still of her altered self. She was thankful Molly had thought to make the photo a still since Hermione had completely forgotten to mention it.

The picture showed Hermione with a tamer, more brushed look, and her skin was fairly darker and freckled. The picture was taken shortly after their return home so Molly probably didn't have to do much to the skin at all. Hermione's nose was also switched from the one she inherited from her father to one that slightly resembled her mother's more. Molly even went so far as to add two very prominent bucked teeth like Hermione had before the Yule Ball in fourth year. The picture definitely differed from her current resemblance, and despite how much she despised being reminded of her teeth, she loved every aspect of the picture. It was the key to getting her parents back. She held the small picture to her chest and a tear grazed down her cheek. Then, unexpectedly, there was a knock at her door.

"Who is it?" She asked, wiping the tear from her face and staring alarmingly at the door. A part of her hoped Harry and Ginny had failed and the reason Ron's reply was so vague was because he had come to see her.

"Hades," said the voice from the other side of the door.

Bullocks! she cursed to herself. Now he knows she's home. Why was he coming to bother her now? Since he left after the first time they met, he hadn't bothered to come to her apartment and she had done the same.

"I'm about to crawl into the shower," she lied quickly, shuddering at the thought of being sprayed by the disgusting water for a second time today.

"Again? I heard your shower running a half hour ago," said Hades, catching her in her lie. She forgot he lived directly above her.

"I was just, uh, checking to see if the water would clear up."

"For an hour?" Hades questioned, though she could tell he was losing patience. "Look, I only want to come in for a minute, yeah? I have something for you."

Hermione groaned and stood from her bed, squashing and dropping the letters as she did so. Once she reached the door, she placed her hand on the knob, took a deep breath, and then opened it.

"Hello, Hades," she greeted formally with a forced smile.

"I was beginning to think you didn't like me anymore," he said before sauntering past her and welcoming himself into her apartment. "I brought you a present." Sure enough, there was a bag in his now extended hand that read Victoria's Secret. Hermione started to feel a bit queasy as she reached for the bag but didn't bother to look inside.

"Thanks, but you didn't have to." She said as politely as she could.

"Well, aren't you going to open it?" Hades asked, seeming like an excited puppy more than anything.

"Oh. Right." Hermione looked at the bag uncomfortably before pulling at a visible hanger at the top of the bag. As the outfit connected to the hanger became visible, Hermione frowned and Hades helped himself into her bathroom. On the hanger was a very skimpy, very small, French maid lingerie outfit. Not very happy at all, Hermione threw it back in the bag and made her way to the bathroom herself. “What makes you think that is an appropriate gift to give to someone you hardly know?” She barked once she reached the door of her bathroom. She had caught Hades with his wand out and tinkering with her shower head silently before he turned and grinned at her.

“Your shower should be fixed now. No more brown water. I’ll have a look at the rest of the place, yeah?” He ignored her and then made to move past her. Hermione moved to the side and allowed for him to do so, but she was still upset.

“Hades, I expect an answer!” She demanded and pivoted on her foot to follow him.

“Relax, darlin’. It’s for the lad at home. I just thought you’d like to have a little variety.” He winked, but she couldn’t help but notice that same familiar glint in his eye like the one he had the first day she met him. Again she had to convince herself that it wasn’t really flames dancing in his eyes. It was a trick of the lighting. She felt herself relax more and decided to accept Hades’ gift. Even if she did find it very unfitting, the least she could do was drop it and offer him a cup of tea.

“Well, it’s definitely a bold gift. Would you like some tea?” She asked as she headed to the part of her flat that was supposed to be the kitchen. Hades chuckled and accepted her offer. To her surprise, when she turned the water on, it was clear as well. Apparently he messed with the whole tap system. She set the kettle on the cooker top and leaned against the wall, folding her arms.

“You look right crossed with me,” Hades said once he finished waving his wand around and fixing her place up, but a smile was still planted on his perfectly handsome face. She had to admit, it looked far better than it did before. Something she would almost be proud to live in.

“Why are you doing this?” She asked quickly, feeling her temper rise again. It was almost as if something about his presence made her absolutely bipolar. One minute she was afraid of him coming near her and angry at him for giving her inappropriate gifts, and the next she was forgiving him, only to be angry with him for being far too inappropriate again.

Hades swaggered toward her and she felt her body stiffen as he approached. She put her arms down and immediately backed into the wall. It was odd behavior for her, but he was so close and her wand was in her bag next to her bed. Since she didn’t need it, she found no use in carrying it around in case she accidentally grabbed it and conjured the simplest of spells.

“Well, I think it’s no secret that I like you, Hermione,” he said as he got closer. “What’s the harm in me being nice, eh?” When he spoke this time, he was right in front of her and had both arms on either side of her head. He was looking right into her eyes again, and this time she could really see that there was something different about his eyes. There were tiny little red and blue flames dancing in them, and she was absolutely memorized by them. The magic behind them, and the beautiful embers in themselves had her absolutely captivated. “You do appreciate my help, don’t you?”

“Y-yes!” She stammered, not able to look away from his eyes. He cocked his head and grinned. His perfectly straight, white teeth were showing and deep inside it reminded Hermione of an almost manic gesture. One of his arms left the side of her head and his hand reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of crumpled parchment.

“Is this from him then?” He asked, flipping the letter she now recognised as the one she received from Ron in his hand so she could see Ron’s name. She wasn’t able to speak, however. Instead, she just nodded her head. She hadn’t even noticed that he picked the letter up.

“And these? Are these from you friends?” Hades asked, taking two other letters out of his pocket that belonged to Harry and Ginny. They were ripped and crumpled more than they were when she squashed them earlier. He must have just stuffed them in his pockets. Again, Hermione could only nod.

What’s happening to me? she wondered on the inside, and she could hear her usual cynical self on the inside. Why can’t I stand up for myself when I speak? She wondered again, but Hades put his other hand on her cheek and stroked it with his thumb and all reasonable thought left her mind.

“Have you written them back yet?” He asked, though this time Hades looked around the room instead of in her eyes for the answer. She knew what he was looking for. Pig. When she looked around him, there was no sign of Ron’s small owl. He must have flown off when Hades first arrived. Now she definitely won’t be able to reply until Ron sends her rented one back.

“N-no,” she stuttered in reply, but her voice was stronger and she could feel herself gaining control again. Hades turned on her and his eyes were full aglow with flame. The sight scared Hermione so incredibly that she screamed and only seconds after that tears were streaming down her face.

“Good.” He said, and out of the corner of her eye, she could see the letters turn to flame in his hand and he then dropped the ashy contents to the floor. Then, without warning, he began to lean forward and inched ever closer to her face. Hermione shut her eyes tight as tears fell but she couldn’t move. Then, just as his lips made contact with her cheek, the tea kettle began to whistle and she let out a little scream.


Hermione jerked out of her seat with a jolt and screamed. There were tears streaming down her face and she was shaking from head to toe. She looked around her apartment and noticed that it most definitely was clean, but there was no Hades. It was still day time, and her tea kettle was screaming on the cooker. She wiped the tears from her eyes and went to take the kettle off.

Was that all a dream? She wondered. If it was, it felt all too real.

She poured herself a cup and decided to sit back down in her bed. It was there that she noticed a letter sitting right on top of her duvet. She quickly grabbed at it in hopes that it all really was a dream and this was her letter from Ron. Her heart dropped and her hands and face went cold when she realised it wasn’t.

I came by to fix the apartment up for you. You seemed awfully tired so when you fell asleep I decided not to wake you. I put some tea on for you so you’d have something to wake up to. I hope you like the improvements!


“So he was in my apartment?” Hermione asked, this time aloud. She looked around again and noticed that there was no Victoria’s Secret bag, no Pig, and no letters from Ron or her friends. She had been having a nightmare about Hades while he was in her apartment. If Hermione believed anything about Divination, she would have taken this as a sign. But, as her very reasonable brain would have it, she was safe, and nothing had happened.


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