Summer Time

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When Hermione and Mille said goodbye to their friends they went on their way to find their parents, it wasn't much longer when they found them. So they packed their bags into the car and went on their way home. 

The whole car ride was spent with Millie telling their parents everything that happened that year. 

"Snitch." Hermione grumbled as soon as their parents turned to her with wide eyes. 

"Sorry?" Millie said, realizing that now their parents might freak. 

So they spent the whole car ride home trying to calm down their freaked out mother and angry father. 

When they got home they went inside. Their mother, Jane, helping Hermione with her trunk and their father, Jacob, helped Millie. 

For the next hour Hermione spent the time taking in the house. She might have OG Hermione's memories but that didn't mean she wasn't going to look around to get a better feel of the place.  

They lived out in the country far away from everything, which meant that her parents had to get up early so they could go into town for work. But that didn't mean much either because in Hermione's past life she was always on tour to do one thing or another so she liked taking her vacations in the country. So she liked that she lived out here now. 

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The first floor of the house was filled with sunlight and a very home-like feel

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The first floor of the house was filled with sunlight and a very home-like feel. Like the Weasley home, but more... proper? Clean? Something like that. 

Then she made her way up stairs to take a look around. She ignored Millie's room and her parents and made her way to her new room to unpack her things. 

 

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