Chapter 5 : The Heart Never Lies
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"It smells good, Hermione," smiled Tristan.
"It's her favourite dish," said Hugo.
"Chicken a la Monica." Hermione smiled sadly. "My mum used to serve it on my first evening home from Hogwarts."
"What does it content from?" asked Tristan. "Chicken in curry?"
"Yes, chicken in curry, added leeks and tomatoes, served with brown rice and roasted bananas and cucumber salad."
"Umm, I can't wait to taste that dish." It made Tristan's mouth water.
"Nor can I," seconded Ron. "However, I'm afraid, we'll have to wait quite a while yet. Hermione and her parents sure have a lot to talk about."
"Talking about the sun… " Hugo looked out of the window. "They're coming now."
Hermione went to the window. Her mother had become grey-haired, but hadn't changed significantly apart from that. Her father, on the other hand, had grown old. Tears ran to her eyes, watching him getting out of the car supported by Rose. She felt pity with her old dad, but watching how her young daughter supported her grandpa touched her.
She opened the door and heard Rose explaining something to her grandparents:
"You see, my father-in-law, who's a Muggle, too - and a computer freak - GOOGLE'd you on the internet when I complained to him that I failed to meet Grandma again that Friday afternoon in the clinic."
Hermione felt insecure how to receive her parents. However, the problem solved itself. Monica gave her daughter a spontaneous hug. "Hermione," she whispered, moved to tears. "I don't know what all this is about, I just know it's right…It's so strange… I don't know you, and still, I love you."
"That's another angle of Memory Charms that can't be read in the books," thought Rose. You can clear the brain, but body and soul still remember. She recalled some lines of a song she had heard on Tristan's parents' radio: "Just look into my eyes, 'cause the heart never lies."
"Umm, it smells good," said Wendell.
"It smells familiar," supplied Monica. "I don't know why, but somehow I recognize that situation."
"You used to make that dish on my first day home from Hogwarts, Mum," smiled Hermione.
"Chicken a la Monica," Wendell whispered, tears in his eyes. "Now I remember."
"Why haven't I made that dish for years?" asked Monica. "What happened, Hermione? Did we fall out with each other?"
"Not at all, Mum. I'll explain it all after dinner. First of all, I'm going to introduce you for the whole family…"
Magic? Wendell and Monica looked at each other. "I can't believe," said Wendell. "And still, it makes sense. You put a Memory Charm on us to protect us against some dark arts in your world. It made us forget everything that happened before July 1997. You even changed our surname to make the charme even more secure. And now, after 33 years we begin to remember smells, emotions, spirits, pictures from the past."
"To be honest, I've had flashes of those pictures through the years," admitted Monica, "though I couldn't relate them to something useful."
"Our dreams about the strange world and the man who asked us so many questions also supports what our daughter told us," said Wendell.
Ron laughed. "It's my father. "He actually did interrogate you that summer in the Leaky Cauldron. We haven't told him that you were going to visit us tonight; then he would've insisted to join us, too. However, I thought you would want some time to get to know your closest family first."
"That was thoughtful of you, Ron," said Monica. She smiled wryly and continued: "However, I would like to meet the man who kidnapped my daughter in my dream."
Now it was Hermione's time to laugh. "Did you really dream that Arthur Weasley kidnapped me? He walked me to the altar when I married Ron." Now her look got serious. "I had been searching for you, but I didn't manage to find you, so my parents-in-law have been like parents for me," she apologized.
"Well, then you were adopted rather than kidnapped." Wendell smiled sadly. "And I'm afraid that the Weasleys have always been better parents for you than your own parents."
"Well, we've always been proud of our brilliant daughter," admitted Monica. "But we didn't understand that magic-thing, so of course, you may have needed a family to support you."
"It seems like you begin to remember more and more now that you are with your family." Rose smiled at her grandparents.
"Yeah." Monica sighed. "I just wish I hadn't lost those years. They never come back, and now, we're not useful anymore."
"Don't say so." Tristan put his arm around his wife. "Will you tell them, honey, or should I?"
Rose's eyes ran full of tears. "Grandma and Grandpa." She cleared her throat. "I'm sure you can be useful as great grandparents in about seven months."
"Is it true?" Monica asked, wiping a tear away. "That's the best piece of news I've had since I got your Mum's letter." She rose from her chair and gave Rose a hug.
"Yes, now we have the time to involve ourselves in the family," nodded Wendell.
"Does that mean…" Ron's face was beaming. "Did you hear that Hermione. We're going to become grandparents!"
Hermione cried out: "First I'm reunited with my parents, then I learn that my daughter is expecting. What a fortune. I don't know what to say. "
"You could say congratulations for a start," Tristan suggested dryly.
"Oh yeah, of course. Congratulations, children." Hermione hugged her daughter; then her son-in-law, and after that, her son and her parents.
"I was just thinking," said Wendell, "wouldn't it be appropriate to share the good news with the Weasley- great-grandparents?"
"Why only Rose's grandparents?" Tristan asked with disappointment. "Isn't my grandma worth celebrating the news with just because she's a Muggle?"
Hermione put an arm around her son-in-law. "Of course she is, Tristan. You seem to forget that my parents are Muggles as well. "What about meeting here again next Saturday? Then we'll invite your parents and your grandma, Tristan, plus Grandma Molly and Grandpa Arthur - and of course you, Mum and Dad."
"As for your question if your family is worth celebrating news with, Tristan," said Wendell, "I can only say God bless your father for finding our address."
"Yeah, it's a miracle," seconded Monica. "Suddenly we have a family."
"I can't believe you're here again, Mum and Dad," said Hermione. "It's just fantastic."
"Shouldn't we invite Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny, too?" asked Hugo. "Tristan's family is also Uncle Harry's relatives, after all."
"They don't like each other, do they?" asked Ron
"Nor do they hate each other," answered Tristan. "My dad and Harry had to talk together when arranging Albus' and my staying together for holidays when we were at Hogwarts."
"What about your grandma then?" Ron asked with worry.
Tristan shrugged. "Well, either she will say no to the invitation, or she will be wise enough not to talk to those she doesn't like."
"Why make things embarrassing?" asked Rose. "I'll suggest we invite Tristan's parents plus our grandparents at Mum and Dad's on Saturday, such as Mum suggested. Later we can arrange a cousin party at ours for Lily, Al and James with partners plus Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny."
"That's a deal." Tristan raised his glass. "A toast for our long lost grandparents and soon great grandparents."
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