A Desperate Deed

Blind

Mrs Granger wiped her tears away then she found Harry in the background. Now and then he brushed with the backside of his hand over his cheeks.

„Harry, you're here too. That means you won against this Voldemort, doesn't it?" She questioned and looked at him like he was a world wonder.

Hermione had told her parent's much about Harry. Before he even could respond, Mrs Granger had already put her arms around him and embraced him now he knew from where Hermione got it.

"I'm so glad that you are alive. Hermione was so afraid to lose you." She murmured so only he could hear her.

"Thank you that you got her in one piece back to us." Mrs Granger added and let go of him.

"I didn't know what I would do without her." Harry replied, and she smiled softly.

"Come on, let's sit down and you can tell us what happened." Mr Granger suggested, he still held his daughter in a fierce hug.

Hermione had visible calmed down and appeared to be at ease with the world. Together they sat down. Hermione between her parents on the couch while Harry on the single-seat. Her parents were an excellent audience. They were so involved in the story they got outraged, and comfort by terrible events. Harry was very impressed by how open and honest the relationship between Hermione and her parents was. She even told them all about the torture she had to endure.

"There is one thing left." It was far after midnight when Hermione finally began to mention their marriage.

"What is it, love?" Mrs Granger asked.

"Well. Harry and I how should I say it -"

"We're really are married." It was Harry, who spelt it out loud.

Silence set in. Harry had usually expected a predict from them. Instead, Mr and Mrs Granger looked at each other and nodded shortly.

"Of course, we would prefer if you choose to marry later but under these circumstances? Darling, you both went through hell and back. It's reasonable and absolutely understandable that you didn't want to get through this alone. And Harry here seems to be an excellent guy. In the end, it's your decision, and if it makes you happy, then we're too." Mr Granger explained.

Harry and if he looked at Hermione, she too was surprised by this reaction. Each time when he had met parents, they usually berated and accused him, even more, he was stunned about this simple acceptance.

"I don't know what I should say, Mr Granger?" Lost for words Harry stuttered.

"You should probably get used to calling my wife, Jane and me Joshua." He replied mildly.

"Are you maybe hungry? I'm sorry that I'm asking that late, but there was so much we needed to know." Interrupted Hermione's Mother and excused herself for her lousy hospitality.

But nobody had even thought of something to eat or to drink by all these emotions. But now after they had calmed down and in a relaxed atmosphere, it was more than welcome.

"You know, I just prepare some snacks." She decided before anyone could react.

"I'll help you, Mum." Hermione said and followed her mother into the kitchen.

"And I get something to drink. You'll be fine alone for a moment, don't you, Harry?" Joshua wanted to know.

"Sure." Harry replied shortly, and Hermione's father nodded before he too left the room.

Thoughtful, he brushed one hand through his unruly hair; he just couldn't get the elderwand out of his head. He had brought this wand to Australia. It was time to get rid of it. He stood up, took a look an around, but the Grangers were all busy. This time when he opened the entrance door, it didn't make any sounds, and it allowed him to leave the house without any disturbance.

From his backpack, he got the wand out which had caused so many dreadful events in the history of the magical world. The structure, everything about it, was breathtaking, tempting even but Harry yearned for peace, a normal life. Determined he took the wand in both of his hands and broke it in two pieces. He had to pull hard at the parts to break them entirely free from another. In the end, he had this wand in two pieces.

"Harry, there you are. I was worried you left without any notice." Hermione's worried voice brought him back to the here and now.

Suddenly, he turned around and there she was in her yellow summer dress, which fitted her remarkable well. It showed all too well she had become a desirable young woman.

"I had no intentions to leave." He said while she got closer.

"Thank you for everything." Harry heard her say before she too his astonishment cuddle up to him not without giving him a peck on his cheek.

"Did I tell you that you look nice in this dress?" He casually inquired.

In the meantime, inside the house, Jane and Joshua were busily transporting everything for their midnight snack to the living room, but several times, Jane stopped thoughtfully in her tracks.

"Love, are you alright?" Joshua sounded worried.

"Josh, what do you really think of it all?" She asked suddenly.

Joshua put down the plate of sandwiches on the table first before he looked serious at her.

"Honestly, I'm everything but delighted." He gave in.

"Sometimes I don't recognise her at all." Jane sat down, tiredly on the couch.

"Actually we had anticipated this. At least after Hermione's fourth year, when we thought about taking her from Hogwarts, do you remember?" Joshua sat to her.

"Hermione made clear she wouldn't leave Harry behind, and if necessary, she'd choose him over us. I remember this vividly." Jane sighed heavily and saw out of the window.

"Even though I don't like it, she'd do everything for this boy. I'm just glad he'd do the same for her."

"But Josh, she's our little girl!" She throws in as if she didn't understand.

"Who has gone through hell. Do you trust Hermione?" He took her hand.

"Blind." Jane smiled proudly.

"Me too and that's why it's okay."

In front of the house, Hermione had discovered the broken wand in Harry's hand.

"What is this? Isn't this Dumbledore's wand you've got there?" She reached for the pieces, but Harry evaded her.

"It was his wand." He responded shortly.

Hermione looked at him with pure admiration.

"The fragments are still very powerful." She whispered, but she could see how he was searching for a solution.

"Yes, that's why I'm going to burn them." Harry replied.

Before she could react, he had already laid the pieces on the dust-dry ground and was about to cast a spell with his wand.

"Don't!" But she was too late.

The pieces had already caught fire with a deafening noise they banged, cracked and fire sparks were flying high into the night sky like an enormous firework. Luckily for Harry, there were no bushes or anything else that could catch fire.