Hermione read the damning paragraphs again, blinking away the tears that blurred the words and burned her eyes. She focussed on one of the photographs, recognising the Finch-Fletchleys, Justin's parents, from when she'd seen them at King's Cross a few years ago.
She lifted her chin and gave McGonagall a pleading look. "Is Justin-
"He's alive," the Headmistress explained quickly. "He was visiting his Grandparents when it happened."
"Poor Justin," she whispered sadly, swallowing back a sob. "He must b-be devastated."
Her misty eyes moved to the other three photographs; each featuring a married Muggle couple with beaming smiles to serve as a reminder of how they once were. The eight adults had been murdered in the week between Christmas and New Year's Day, all showing signs of torture before the Killing Curse had been used to silence their screams. She wasn't familiar with the names, but she knew their stories well.
"They're all parents of Muggle-borns, aren't they?" she questioned sadly, already knowing the answer.
"Yes," McGonagall nodded, and Hermione could never recall seeing the other witch so shaken. "The Creevey residence was also broken into, but they were fortunately out of the country."
Hermione's eyes fell to the final two pictures; two boys, no older than fifteen, who had attended the wizarding school, Bryn Glas, in Wales. A tear slipped down her cheek as she studied their youthful faces and felt the sorrow overpower her chest. Tortured and killed, just like their parents.
"They're so young," she mumbled. "Too young."
"I know," McGonagall sighed, placing a comforting hand on her student's back. "The Death Eaters are becoming more active-
"Then we should be more active," Hermione forced determination into her voice. "We should be making plans-
"There is only one plan I wish to discuss with you at the moment," she interrupted, somewhat uncomfortably. "The plan that you mentioned to me when you first came back to Hogwarts-
"You mean Obliviate-ing my parents and making them leave the country," she clarified with a deceptively even tone, brushing aside her tears with a trembling hand. "Yes, I remember."
McGonagall grimaced. "Hermione-
"They always wanted to go to Australia," she commented distantly. "I think they would be safe there."
"I know this isn't easy on you," the older witch frowned. "But I fear that things are getting worse-
"I'd hoped it wouldn't come to this," Hermione confessed dejectedly, surrendering to the batch of tears sliding past her lids. "I mean...I know that it is the most sensible and safest option for everyone, but...it...it's just hard-
"I know it is," the Headmistress said gently, giving Hermione's shoulder a sympathetic squeeze as she pulled her into a hug. "Perhaps it would be best if I did it-
"No," she argued firmly. "No, I should be the one to do it. They're my parents." She hesitated and nibbled her lip. "My Mum and Dad."
"Then I will do everything I can to help," McGonagall promised, releasing the younger witch and giving her apologetic look. "I'm sorry, Hermione, but it would be wise to do this as soon as possible."
Hermione gulped back the lump in her throat and forced some stability into her posture. "How soon?"
"Tomorrow," she said in a strained voice. "Early in the morning; before the sun rises. I thought about going tonight, but I think it's best you have a bit of time to prepare the Charm...and yourself. Are you certain are skilled enough with the Memory Charms?"
