The Potter Bride

Chapter Eight

THE POTTER BRIDE

By: tweety-src-clt9

CHAPTER EIGHT

Harry quietly followed Hermione's father into the beautiful two-story house next door that was surrounded by a white picket fence. The grass on the lawn was green and freshly trimmed; there were rose bushes that decorated the path to the main door. He was looking forward to this conversation and learn more about Hermione's life here in Australia, but he was also nervous. It was now or never and he knew that this was his chance to overpower Hermione's spell on her parents. So now, he just has to find the right timing and hope that everything will run smoothly. If not, well, this may be the last straw and Hermione Jean Granger could end up killing him! No! This has to work! After all, I was able to overcome Hermione's spell on us. So, I just have to find the right timing, and then focus. I can do this! I must do this! Not to bring her back to me, but to make her happy. She deserves to be happy. She must have her parents back. His thoughts were filled with strengthening his determination to help her parents. He took deep breaths to steady his magic in preparation for the spell he knows he should cast.

"Monica! We have company, dear. Come here for a bit! I want you to meet someone", Hermione's father called out. An elegant woman who was an older version of Hermione with strawberry blonde hair and dark blue eyes came rushing from the kitchen to greet her husband with a kiss on the cheek.

"Well Wendell, who is this fine looking fellow?", Hermione's mother said with a smile. Even her smile resembled that of Hermione's! It was like looking at a possible future, if Hermione forgave him that is.

"Hello! My name is Harry Potter. I'm a friend of Hermione Granger, your next-door neighbor", he extended a hand which the older couple eagerly shook.

"Oh! Sorry for just dragging you here, son. My name is Wendell Wilkins, and this is my wife, Monica. Please have a seat and we'll sort you out with some tea and biscuits", the older man nodded before he and his wife turned around with their arms wrapped on each other's waist. Clearly, they were a very loving couple just like how he imagined his parents would be if they lived. Shit! This is my chance! Focus, Potter! You can do this! He took a deep breath, and silently pointed his wand to cast a sleeping charm on the couple. After that, he levitated them gently towards the couch. Once that was settled, he took five minutes to center his magic, took his wand out and casted finite incantatem first on Mr. Granger, followed by Mrs. Granger. He took a seat across the sleeping couple and then silently casted an enervate on them. Please make it work! Please! Please! Please!

"Daniel? What happened? And, where are we?", Mrs. Granger whispered to her husband after rubbing her eyes. Yes! It worked! The Grangers are back!

"I'm not really sure, dear. Looks like we're far away from home", Mr. Granger replied as he wrapped an arm around his wife in a gesture of comfort. The couple's eyes roamed around the house until their eyes fell on Harry.

"Harry Potter?", Mrs. Granger asked.

"Yes, ma'am", he smiled politely.

"Do you have any idea why we're here, son? And where is Hermione? It's like everything is all hazy now", Mr. Granger replied.

"Mr. Granger. Mrs. Granger. I will explain everything to you but you have to promise me that you would not blame Hermione for this", he pleaded.

"Well, we will of course hear you out dear. And please call us Dan and Emma", Mrs. Granger said with a comforting smile. Harry took a deep breath and told them everything he knew. He talked about Voldemort, the Horcruxes, and the Death Eaters. He talked about Hermione's decision to help him. He explained the reason as to why she hid her parents by changing their memories. He opened up about everything that happened to Hermione during the war. The couple just listened to him and they held each other as they cried. They cried for their daughter and the pain she suffered. They cried for the time lost. It was already nearing dinner time when Harry finished his tale.