This story's main relationship will involve Harry and Hermione's mum; following a thread on yahoo group 3or4part harmony, it could include Hermione as well. I would like people's opinions so please review for me and let me know if you like this story and if you think Hermione should be involved as well. The idea is that Hermione didn't send her parents to Australia and didn't call them Wilkins, with no memory of a daughter, they drifted apart and divorced. Hermione finds her dad first, then sets off to find her mum. She finds her alright, but firmly in the arms of none other than Harry. Harry that she had turned down years before. She wants nothing more than to get her parents back together as well as get together with Harry.

Some of the story at the beginning will be told in flashback until we get to Hermione meeting Harry and her mum. There will be some angst and I will try to make it believeable.

The characters will be somewhat OOC at the beginning but only because I believe this is how they would turned out if the books had continued in the HBP and DH style.

I couldn't believe it, Harry had killed Voldemort and we were all free to live our lives happily. Harry would be able to go back to Ginny and I would be free to see what happens with Ron. We just agreed this morning to give this thing that had been brewing between us for a while a go. I knew Harry would be talking to Dumbledore in his portrait in the headmaster's office. The gargoyle was out of the way so she walked up the stairs to see her best friend. She could hear Harry talking; well shouting was more like it actually.

"You take the bucket Dumbledore; you actually went out of your way to make sure I would be together with someone who was a pureblood so that the Boy-Who-Lived would make it look like he was happy to continue with the status quo! I've had a crush on her since first year and that only grew throughout the years, but nooo, you had to meddle and alienate her as much as possible from me. So to answer your question Snape, yes I know what it is like to be in love with someone who doesn't love you back. God, I know how it feels, but it's even worse when you find out that she fancies your best mate."

What… what was Harry talking about? He was in love with someone that fancied Ron? That would mean… oh no. I let out a small gasp as I realised what it meant. Obviously, the gasp was louder than intended as Harry called out for me.

"Come on in Hermione. I might as well make my humiliation complete."

I stepped inside and saw Harry properly for the first time since his final battle. He looked tired and he looked very stressed indeed. Actually, he looked harried. I moved to hug him, but he held up his hand to forestall me. He was nervous, I could tell, I mean I knew him best out of everyone who knew him. I started to speak, but again he stopped me.

"Look Hermione, I know you heard some of what I said earlier so I'm putting together my Gryffindor courage and I'm going to charge ahead: I love you Hermione, I love you so much it hurts. I think we could be good together, we know each other so well, we know what likes and dislikes we have. We rarely argue and when we do, it's for something important and not petty reasons. I know you fancy Ron, you've made that perfectly clear over the last few years, but I want to know if there could be some chance of us having a go at being together."

My mind was reeling; here was Harry, my best friend for the last seven years, telling me he loved me. I mean like everyone else, I had had a crush on him, but that soon changed when I saw the attention I got from Ron. Ron was funny, he could make me laugh. I mean I knew we argued but people said it was a sign of URST. He was very loyal as well, he reminded me of a faithful dog – they could do the wrong thing, but in the end, they always came back. I voiced this to Harry and his reaction surprised me.

"You're kidding right Hermione, you must be! My god, you're not, you really believe that crap you speak. Let me make a few things clear for you. Ron is not loyal: the two instances that spring to mind are the tournament in fourth year and just in the last year when he left us during the hunt. The reason you and Ron argued is because he is a petty jealous creep, you have no idea how often I wanted to dump his friendship down the drain but was afraid you'd rather spend time with him than me so I kept on being his friend. He was always angry that you or I did better than him, why do you think I do well in defence but not in any other subjects. I was afraid to lose your friendship if I got Ron angry at me for being better, but then I also thought you might not appreciate it if I got close to you in class. You always strived to do the best you can and be the best. Also, if I did well in classes, say as well as you did, who do you think they would notice? Me or you? Now, do you feel you can risk his friendship to try a relationship with me?"

I hesitated and that answered the question for him. I saw his green eyes darken and the light go out, his shoulders sagged and his head dropped.

"Harry…"

"Hermione, don't talk to me, in fact leave me alone right now. I have a few things I need to think about. Please…"

Normally, I wouldn't have left but his plea at the end made me change my mind and for the first time in seven years, I didn't know how to behave around him so I left. As I walked sown the stairs, I heard a choked sob. At that point I knew that I had done something I would come to regret but I wouldn't admit it, my pride wouldn't allow it. Over the next few weeks, I explored my relationship with Ron both emotionally and physically. Both were lacking, he was a poor lover in both senses, but I knew it would get better. I asked him one day if he wanted to come and get my parents with me but he made a convincing argument about him needing to find a job and me needing to get back up to date for school as I was going back. One day, just before I was due to go back to Hogwarts, I asked Ginny about Harry and if he was going back to Hogwarts and how their relationship was going. Her answer left me cold; it was simple and straight to the point.

"He's gone. He helped Kingsley put the ministry back on its feet, but when it was done, he just left Mum and Dad a letter saying that he was gone. He asked them not to contact him, because it wouldn't work. He can't be traced magically – some spell he invented last month. I thought you knew – sorry."

My world collapsed then, Harry, the only constant I had for the last seven years had gone. I hadn't even spoken to him since that day in the office. I couldn't believe it, what was I going to do. Over the next few years, I tried to mould Ron into a Harry, but it was pointless. Ron was everything Harry said he was; he was everything my subconscious knew he would be as well as what my mum said to me before fifth year. I just didn't want to admit it. He never worked for anything, everything had been handed to him and that explains why he works with Fred and George as a shop worker. He tried out for quidditch but his nerves got the better of him and the fact that he was useless didn't help. He wanted to work for the Aurors, but he never took his NEWT's and is OWL's were poor. He claimed to be Harry's chief strategist, but he got laughed out of the ministry. Even his dad couldn't find him anything so in the end, he had to work for Fred and George. He was boorish as well; I tried to get him involved in things I did, but every time we went out, he embarrassed me by drinking too much and eating too much and people started to stop inviting me to work functions. I slowly started to move away from work colleagues and friends, because I was trying too hard with Ron. I tried to make him into the person that I wanted; I realised at some point that Harry was all I needed. He had been the most important person in my life, my focal point for so long that I couldn't function without him, but I tried to make Ron into Harry and it failed on so many levels. The worst was loyalty. I found Ron in bed with Lavender Brown and that's when I knew that I had made a mistake. So here I am at Heathrow Airport waiting for a flight to go to New Zealand to find my parents and restore their memories and hope to god that they could still love me, because if they didn't then I would really have nothing left.