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Harry Potter and the Memories of the Future	By : Christina_Potter_09 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 13965 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Harry Potter and the Memories of the Future

Chapter One – The Letter

Summer 2002

‘Harry! I’m home!’ Hermione Granger called out as she had just apparated in the kitchen of her best friend’s flat, leaving the bags full of grocery goods on the table and dusting off her summer magenta dress. She smiled as she heard the footsteps and then his voice.

‘Hey you… “wife”.’ She first heard his voice and then turned around to see her friend in black pants and a green t-shirt she had bought for him a year ago. He approached and they gave a small kiss on the cheek before he could check out the groceries.

‘Hey you, “husband”,’ Hermione replied with humor in her voice, the nicknames had been used by them for months now and none of them tried to stop them even before other people. Harry was still grinning as he helped her with the bags on the counter, where they would cook lunch for each other. ‘How was your morning?’ Hermione asked as Harry was taking out of the bags the stuffs they would need.

‘Sleepy,’ he said lightly and Hermione smiled. They were both in summer vacations and they both had plenty of free time, ever since the war had ended, Harry had turned into a massive sleepy head, and of course Hermione couldn’t blame him… ‘The small pub was great, last night.’ Harry commented and Hermione gave an agreeing sound as her eyes were still on his face, she was glad to notice that there were not so many black bags under his eyes anymore.

‘It’s sad Ron couldn’t make it though,’ Harry added as glanced at Hermione who nodded with a small sigh.

‘He either forgot or had something else to do,’ Hermione said and Harry this time sighed too. It was not a secret that ever since Harry broke up with Ginny, two years ago, and Hermione broke up with Ron, almost three years ago, Harry and Hermione had been slowly distanced from the Weasleys. Harry and Ginny had a quiet break up and Ron and Hermione had just been exhausted by each other’s different characters and no force of war to push them to each other so they had broken up too, tired and relieved to be freed from each other’s constant expectations.

At first it had just been a little time apart from the Weasleys for the awkwardness of the break ups to go away. But as the days turned into the first weeks, both Harry and Hermione realized that being away took off a lot of the pressure, the possible guilt for the missing people in the dinner table of the Burrow… the tiredness because of Molly’s watchful eyes and her expectations of a big happy Weasley family… and as the weeks turned into months, Harry and Hermione got even closer to each other, if that was possible.

And when both knew they were distanced from the family that once was like their own, they realized that they could do without none else but each other, and that scared them, they had done it before, by the circumstances and they had fooled themselves that it wasn’t right, yet, they were on their own again now, by choice but they still denied the comfort, the relaxation, the understanding, the… love they had for each other.

A love that was the fruit of their deep friendship and respect, the love that if expressed one day, would grand them what they both wished so desperately for: happiness.

Their friends whispered about it, Luna tried to persuade them both about their feelings for each other, the Grangers, Andromeda Tonks, even Hagrid and some people from the ministry had dropped hints here and there that made them think and consider a few things for awhile but then, too afraid to dig deeper, they always pushed the possibilities, the hopes and the butterflies caused, away.

‘How was your morning?’ Harry asked after awhile and Hermione shrugged.

‘A bit hectic, my mom dropped by to see me before she could go to the dentist office, she was all over the place and… we just talked.’ Hermione said, avoiding to mention her mother’s knowing smile when she was informed of the lunch and movies plans of Hermione’s with Harry.

‘I see, I rented the movie you wanted to see.’ Harry said and Hermione beamed.

‘No way! It’s a girly romance!’ Hermione exclaimed and Harry shrugged but grinned.

‘Since you like it…’ He tried to play cool but he couldn’t deny the joy he felt at her smile.

‘I love Practical Magic!’ Hermione said enthusiastically. She was ready to add something about Nicole Kidman’s part in it but the doorbell rang. ‘I’ll get it, don’t chop your fingers again…’ she said and Harry nodded with a smirk at her remark, ever since she had learnt to cook she was bossing everyone around…

It was normal for them to answer the door even in each other’s house as they felt like home. Hermione moved through the living room, turned the music on with a wave of her hand towards the wireless and reached for the door, she smiled at the postman who was there to deliver a muggle letter. She signed for it and the man smiled and gave her the letter. Hermione looked at it curiously as she was closing the door.

From:

Mr. and Mrs. Evans

Lungomare Cristoforo Colombo

Santo Spirito Bari, Italy

Italy

To:

Mr. Harry James Potter

Prince Albert Rd

London

United Kingdom

Hermione’s eyes widened in shock as she looked at the surname of the senders.

‘Harry!!! Come here!!!’ she called out as she started moving to the kitchen from where Harry rushed closer.

‘What happened, who was it?’ He asked as he looked at her, she was frantic.

‘They brought this for you…’ Hermione said and passed him the letter, she wasn’t sure what to think of it, she was at least glad she wasn’t the only ones whose eyes had gotten wide.

Harry’s eyes caught the surname in a heartbeat. Evans. His mother’s surname, this was probably a coincidence… He opened the envelope quickly and took out of it two muggle pieces of paper, Hermione was right next to him so they started reading together in silence.

Dearest Harry

If you’re the son of Lily and Prongs, you very well know of what we are about to explain to you.

We have been searching for you for the past years and we can only hope you survived the war and that our daughter’s try didn’t get wasted.

Petunia has kept us away from her life and therefore, from yours as well.

We are sure you have countless questions, made by this very letter and we’re finally able to answer them all for you, since this is a very delicate matter, we would be grateful if you could reach us, the information is in the small piece of paper following this letter.

We hope you still have interest in meeting your mother’s parents. We desperately want to meet you since the last time we saw you, you were only a five-day-old baby.

In hope of meeting you

Your grandparents

Margaret and Craig Evans

Both Harry and Hermione looked at each other with eyes full of confusion. Harry’s heart was kicking hard in his chest. Could this even be possible? His grandparents were supposed to be dead… it’s been so many years ever since this was a formed fact in his head, Petunia always told him that her and Lily’s parents had died.

‘It must be a trap…’ Hermione said hesitantly but Harry shook his head slowly.

‘What for? The war is over for years now, the death eaters are either killed or captured…’ Harry tried to reason the unbelievable.

‘Oh Harry… there are many people that would want to hurt you, psychopaths, neo-Death Eaters, relative of the old ones… you don’t know if it’s a trap or not. Maybe we should communicate with Kingsley and the ministry…’ Hermione tried again, all her fears of him surfacing like every time something occurred. Harry gave a small smile at her concern but then he sobered.

‘But what is it’s not a trap?... I feel no traces of magic in the letter,’ he said as he looked at it and the other little piece of paper with an Italian address in detail. ‘What if these are my mother’s parents…’ Harry half-asked half-hoped for. Hermione sighed and took his hand in hers.

‘They’re supposed to be dead, Harry…’ Hermione said softly but the pain in her voice was evident.

‘According to my aunt… according to the woman who had lied over so many things…’ Harry said almost angry, not at her but at the possible torrent of pain that was ready to hit him.

‘Wouldn’t Dumbledore knew? If he knew your grandparents were alive, he would never give you to Petunia, or even if he did, he would have taken you from there since you had been raised with so much suffering,’ Hermione tried again to reason before his rapidly raising hopes. He felt even angrier.

‘Dumbledore was supposed to know many things, Hermione, but he didn’t, he didn’t even notice that I was a Horcrux…’ Harry tried angrily and took his hand away but immediately regretted it as he missed her warmth, Hermione was only trying to help. He took her hand back in his quickly. ‘I… I’m sorry, I just... I…’ Harry tried but Hermione squeezed his hand and he looked up at her.

‘It’s ok… I know…’ Hermione said honestly, of course she did know Harry’s desire for a family… for someone to be there for him all the time. ‘What do you want us to do?’ She asked and coaxed a smile from him.

‘I… We have an address, if it’s a trap... we have wands and magic… if it’s not… we’ll see.’ Harry said, he didn’t even try to keep her out of the plans of going to Italy, after all, he wanted her there, he could deal with a trap, his experience and Auror training were more than enough for him to stop enemies, but with people who could be his relatives… he needed someone close to his heart, he needed her to stand his ground, he needed Hermione.

‘OK then, we’ll go to Italy,’ Hermione said simply with a smile that Harry returned fully as they still held hands tightly.
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