"So, what are you gonna do now, Mione?" Harry whispered to me as I lay with my head on his lap.

It'd been two days since the Final Battle and we were at Fred's funeral.

"I'm going to go find my parents. And, I'm going to hopefully restore their memories. And then I'm going to fix up our house and we'll move back in. Actually, I'll probably fix it first and then go find them. They can't know what...what...they did to it." I said, breaking down into dry sobs as I remembered what my childhood home had been reduced to.

Harry pulled me up and held me close as I tried to cry tears that I didn't have any more.

"It'll be alright, Mione. It'll be just fine." he said soothingly to me as I weakly fell asleep in his strong and loving arms.

Harry James Potter.

My big brother.

My best friend in the whole world.


That happened three months ago.

Did I find my parents?

Oh, yes I did.

Did I successfully restore their memories?

Yeah, maybe a little too well.

Why?

Because today, my eighteenth birthday, I just received some...interesting news from Mum and Dad.

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