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Chapter 1 : Forget Me. Pretend I never existed.
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The idea seems like a fate worse than death in my mind. It did back then and now… with children of my own…their grandchildren. I shook the thought from my mind as I laid there in bed thinking back on that day. Their safety was far more important then their memories of me ever would be.
I had been planning my leave for weeks when the day finally came. Making sure I had everything packed and practicing spells on anything and everything I could get my hands on. However when it came to the memory charm, I couldn’t bring myself to work with it. I didn’t want to think about leaving my family behind. I would be walking out of their future and their past.
“Hermione! Come help us get ready please.” My mother’s voice rang in my memory and I let the stray tear run freely down my cheek.
“Coming.” I choked back another tear as I called to memory of my mother.
“Hermione, what’s wrong?” I had woken up Ron from his sleep, and though his eyes were barely open and his words hardly audible, his concern was apparent in his voice.
I just closed my eyes and let the tears fall as he pulled me into his chest. “It’s not fair Ron. I should’ve talked to them about it! I should’ve asked if that’s something they wanted to risk!”
“Oh Hermione.” That’s the last thing I heard as Ron pulled me in tighter and I let the last memory of my parents flood my mind again.
I could hear plates clinking against each other downstairs as my parents hustled about the kitchen setting the table getting everything ready for a family dinner with my grandparents.
I stopped at the doorway to the kitchen where the smell of roast and ginger tickled my nose. Mum’s favorite recipes were spread across the counter in what looked like a mess but to her they were perfectly organized. She floated around the kitchen in bliss. This is where she belonged.
She kissed me softly on the forehead before handing me a pitcher. I got some cider out of the refrigerator and filled it. Dinner was pleasant filled with small talk, memories and laughter.
I loved my family and saying good bye, saying my final good byes that night, was the hardest thing that I’ve ever done. I hugged my grandparents and waved to them from the window, whispering “Obliviate” as they backed down the drive. Taking a deep breath, I brushed away the thought of what I had just done.
I walked into the family room and seated myself in front of my parents. This was the last that I…
“Hermione.” Ron pulled me back to him, back to our current reality and away from my thoughts long enough to simply remind me, “They love you.”
“Mum,” My voice caught in my throat as my parents meet my eyes. “Dad.” The concern on their faces hurt the most as I caught sight of the subtle movements of their caring nature. Mum put her tea down and I saw her motion to stand as she leaned forward in her chair. I jumped to my feet, cutting off this motion and gave her a hug. “Thank you,” I whispered.
The tear stung at the corner of my eye. I blinked it back and gave dad a hug too. “I love you.”
“Love you too dear.” I received a gentle kiss on my forehead from each of them and went up stairs. As I reached the doorway and they started a conversation, “I think the school years get longer each year. It’s so long for her to be away.” The conversation trailed off as I went up the stairs and sat down to gather my thoughts. Taking a deep breath I grabbed the last of my clothes and put them in my bag.
“Hermione. Tea’s ready, darling!”
“Coming, mum!” Gathering the last of my things I went down the stairs, trying not to cry.
I watched them momentarily as they stared intently at the television as they were walked through a house in Australia. Taking a deep breath I pushed the spell out of my lungs “Obliviate”.
“Forget me, pretend I never existed.” My hands trembled as I forced myself back into reality. Ron had fallen back asleep but still held me tight as he snored. I pushed him slightly with my head to wake him. “Ron.”
“Ronald.” I nudged him again.
“What?” he sighed as he tried to wake up.
“I want to find them. Tomorrow. I want to find them.”
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