Hermione smiled as she took in a deep breath of Australian air and basked in the brilliant sunshine. They had arrived at the perfect time. The sun was bright, her mood was lifted, and the show was scheduled to start in just-

"We are NOT going in there."

"This is the world-famous Sydney Opera House, Fred. We have to go in there."

"Weasley twins, Hermione," said George. "We don't have to do anything." He folded his arms as if readying for a fight. "Besides, we are here to find your parents."

"Oh, gee, George. Is that why we are here? I had nearly forgotten." Hermione glared at him before continuing. "However," she said, turning to Fred, "this has been a dream of mine since I was a little girl and seeing as how we are standing right here…it just feels right."

Fred's face immediately softened, much to George's chagrin, and he agreed to go "just this once". Hermione jumped up to give him a quick kiss as his twin groaned.

"Really?" George asked. "You're whipped so I have to go to the opera?"

"He is not 'whipped'," Hermione said. "We are in an equal relationship with give and take and care for each other's interests."

"Right," said George. "Whipped."

"It won't be that long, George," said Fred. "Surely you can survive anything for a short time." The look on his face did not appear as convinced as his words, but he was going to do it for Hermione and she loved him for it.

"That was wicked!" George exclaimed as they exited the theater. "How do they make their voices do that?" To Fred and Hermione's dismay, he attempted to mimic the songs from the opera.

"Not as bad as you thought, huh?" Hermione asked smugly. "You two liked the opera."

"I wouldn't go so far as all that," said Fred, with a shiver, but George was already nodding along happily.

"Let's go again," he said. "Um, after we find your parents," he added after a seething look from his twin.

Hermione smirked but said nothing as she began walking towards a good apparition point out of the way of muggles. They had some fun, but she needed to get to the house that was the last known residence of her parents. It was dark and quite late, but she still needed to get there to at least see it before heading to bed. Wherever that was going to be. In hindsight, she really felt like they should have planned more. She wasn't used to being this spontaneous. This is what it was like to date a Weasley twin.

"Where are we gooo-" George started before she grabbed both of their hands and whisked them away to the address from Kingsley's files. She chuckled a bit at their disheveled appearance, but then stepped forward to see what was left in this spot from her parents' life. Her eyes watered as she thought about them living here with no memory of her or their former selves.

"This is her parents' house," Fred said. "At least it is the last one that Kingsley found. It didn't seem that they were still here."

"Somebody is though," Hermione said. She gestured at the lights and obvious sounds coming from the home. "Maybe they know something."

"It's late," said Fred, looking down towards his wrist as if he was wearing a muggle watch, something Hermione found strange and made a note to ask about later.

"I'll be quick," she said. "I just need to see if they met them or know them or…something."

She walked slowly up the steps and took a deep breath before knocking soundly on the door. After a moment of shuffling inside, a young boy slowly opened the door.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I'm Hermione," she said, smiling down at him. "Are your parents here? I just have a couple of questions."

Just then an adult appeared at the door. "Christopher! I have told you not to open the door without waiting for us. Sorry," she said, turning to address Hermione, "kids."

She spoke this in such a way that she clearly expected Hermione to understand so she just nodded and began to introduce herself.

"Luke!" the woman yelled. "You better be brushing your teeth right now. Don't let me go back there and find you still playing that video game."

She turned again back to Hermione, seeming to notice Fred and George for the first time. "Blimey, you're identical."

"We are?" George asked, pretending to be astonished. "Oh, Merl-goodness, Fred! You look just like me. I had never noticed how handsome you are."

Fred shoved his brother at Hermione's disapproving look. "I apologize in advance for them," she said, "and I'm sorry to bother you, but I have just a couple of questions. It will be quick, I promise."

"Luke!" the woman yelled again. "Okay," she said, "but it really will have to be quick because I live at the zoo."

"My name is Hermione Granger and my parents used to live in this house. Probably only just a few months ago?"

"Oh, yes, Monica and Wendell," the woman said. "Such nice people. I didn't know they had a daughter."

"Yes, well," said Hermione, not about to get into how they didn't really either. "Do you know where I can find them?"

The woman gave her a wary look upon this question. Undoubtedly, she found it strange that Hermione needed a stranger to tell her how to reach her parents, but she was desperate and pleaded with her.

"Please," she said, "if you know anything. We were separated due to some, um, unfortunate circumstances, but I really want to see them." She gave as innocent look as she could. "I love them very much," she added for good measure.

The woman glanced back and forth among the trio standing before her, clearly unsure of the best way to proceed, but also desperately wanting them to leave her house so she could get her children in bed.

"Just a moment," she said, turning back into the house. "I'll see if I can find their contact information."

Will it be this easy to find them? Time will tell... Please let me know what you think!