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The next few months were absolutely perfect for the five of them. They had enjoyed the Christmas markets in Germany so much that Ron was even heard stating that the Germans did Christmas better than his family. At each destination, they managed to find witches and wizards around their age having a year off to travel. Hermione and Aoife absorbed the ancient history and culture of each country, as well as Aoife trying to take in all the Healing information she could find. They had spent January in Austria and were about to spend a month in Italy. Harry had taken Mr Van Rompa up on his offer and had asked him to make a charm to remind Hermione of every country. For Holland, he had been given a small golden charm of a windmill surround by red and yellow tulips. As they had spent a lot of time drinking beer in Germany, the charm to represent it was a beer tankard and as Hermione had taken a liking to Austrian cows, the latest charm Harry received was a cow bell. He hadn't noticed until now, but every charm had its respective flag on the back.

"I hope Italy is going to be warmer than Germany and Austria," Aoife complained as they touched down in Rome.

"It's the time of year, Fe," Aengus said so matter-of-factly it was almost insulting.

"I really liked the cabin we stayed in. It was so cosy and romantic." Hermione swooned.

"I'm really glad that I came on holiday with two couples..." Aengus sarcastically whispered under his breath.

The five of them got a car to their hotel where they dropped off they luggage and went out for lunch. "It says here," Hermione read, "that lunch is traditionally known as the most important meal and dinner tends to be lighter."

"Buon Giorno, sono Emiliana (Em-ee-lie-ah-na) . Posso prendere il tuo ordine?" A young waitress said at their table. Once she noticed their confused faces, she laughed and said, "sorry. I'm Emiliana. May I take your order?"

Hermione smiled as she told the girl what they wanted to try, she told them that they had chosen wisely and then walked away to the kitchen. "Is everyone in Italy gorgeous?" Aoife exasperated.

Hermione agreed, the waitress was incredibly pretty, she had long brown wavy hair, dark brown eyes and tanned skin. "Here are your drinks," she had returned. "How long are you here for, then?" She asked kindly.

"A month," Hermione replied, "we're doing a bit of travelling before we start training and working."

"Lucky you, I wish I could go travelling, but my dad needs me here."

"Sorry for asking, but where are you from? Only you don't seem to have an accent." Aengus asked.

"I'm from Kent. I've only just moved here. My dad's Italian, but I grew up with my mum."

"I would have definitely picked living here over living in Kent," Aoife said. "You get the weather here."

"True, but I do miss England and my friends. Oh well, I have to clean tables now. Your food won't be long." She smiled as she walked away.

"She seems really nice," Hermione observed.

Harry and Ron had remained quiet this whole time, "why are you not talking?" Aoife asked.

"We have nothing to add to the conversation," Ron answered, "but if you want my opinion, she is pretty, but not as gorgeous as you."

"Just what she wanted you to say," Aengus scoffed under his breath.

"Sorry for the wait," she had returned almost 15 minutes later. "I hope you enjoy your food. Let me know if there's anything else you want."

As they ate their food, which was delicious, they discussed what they wanted to do in Italy. Many suggestions were thrown around; visit the Coliseum, go to Pompeii, Ron was adamant that they ate pizza at least twice a week, Aoife suggested they went shopping in Milan and Harry and Hermione discussed seeing an opera. Harry and Aengus walked up to the till to pay and then they decided to go back to the hotel and relax and sort the rest of the trip out. "Wait!" Emiliana called out, only Aengus heard and turned around. "You left this behind," she said as she handed Aengus a phone. "Your girlfriend, she's pretty." She smiled as she turned and ran back to the café.

Aengus was bemused, how did she know he had a girlfriend and how did she know what she looked like? He didn't realise until he remembered that his background on his phone was a picture of Robyn and him. He ran after the others to catch up as Emiliana and Robyn both flew around his head.

"Right, so we're going to have a week in Rome to explore and then we're going to Venice for a bit," Hermione explained as Aengus opened the door to her room.

"What took you so long?" Aoife asked upon seeing her brother.

"I lost my phone." He said, scrolling through it. He smiled when he saw a name and number that hadn't previously been there before. 'Thank you for returning my phone,' he wrote and sent it to her.

"You haven't missed much," Hermione said.

"Just Hermione telling us what to do." Ron joked.

"Do you want to plan it?" She said sternly. "No," she continued when Ron failed to say anything, "I didn't think so."

'No problem at all. Hopefully, I'll see you again?' Came a reply. 'Most definitely.' Aengus typed back.


"Ron, I need to tell you something," Harry revealed several days later as they were walking around a market.

"What is it?" Ron asked, not taking his eye off a painting on a tile.

"Come over here," Harry said as he walked over to a bench. He sat down, not realising his phone was in his back pocket.

"Oh, hang on, Aoife. It's Harry. He's ringing me." Hermione said from the other side of the market.

"Ron's probably hungry." Aoife rolled her eyes before she inquired about the price of a necklace.

"I've been feeling guilty ever since I did it. I should never have done it behind Hermione's back." Harry began saying.

"Do what?" Ron asked.

"I gave Rose, Hermione's mum, a potion to heal her kidney. No one knows about it and I've been dying to tell Hermione, but I don't know how she'll react.

"Hermione?" Aoife called as soon as she realised her friend had run off. "Did you see where she went?" She asked the woman at the market stall.

"No," she replied which a strong accent.

Aoife walked away from the stall and rang Ron, "Ron. Where's Harry?"

"He's with me, why?"

"Hermione got a call from him and then she ran off," Aoife explained.

"Harry didn't call Hermione. He's been talking to me." Harry got his phone out as he heard what Ron and Aoife were talking about and instantly felt sick.

"I need to find her," he murmured as he too ran off.

"Scrap that. He called her by accident. He's gone off to find her. Where are you?"

"By a tree."

"Helpful," Ron laughed.


Harry ran straight back to the hotel, hoping Hermione would be in their room. "Hermione," he breathed as he tried to get his breath back.

"Why would you do it, Harry?"

"Do what?"

"Don't act like you don't know. I heard you tell Ron. How could you tell him before me? She's nothing to do with you or Ron, she's my mum!" She yelled.

"I did it for you." He replied calmly.

"Don't you think I thought about Potions and Magic? Of course, I did, but she didn't want it. She didn't want to take something she didn't understand or that couldn't be explained by medicine! You took all of that away from her. What if it didn't work? What if it reacted badly to a Muggle! You couldn't have known of the complications or the side effects, but you did it anyway!" She was shaking with the anger she could hardly contain.

"It did work. Nothing bad happened. She's better."

"You couldn't possibly have known that would definitely be the outcome!"

"Hermione, I'm sorry."

"You should have told me! You should have discussed it with me and with my parents. Now I'm going to have to tell them that you potentially risked her life."

"You think I went into this blindly? I asked Madam Pomfrey everything I needed to know. I would never do anything to harm anyone, you know that!" His voice had consciously become louder and stronger.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"You didn't want to talk about her. You hid away from the topic every time I brought it up."

"Don't you dare blame me! You had plenty of time to tell me before you did it. When you decided you were going to do it would have been a perfect time."

"You have to see that I didn't do it out of malice, I did it for you and your family."

"You did it for you. You agreed to look after me in recovery and you thought you would miss out on a holiday." She said coldly.

"How can you sa-"

"Just go. I have to think this through." She interrupted.

"No, I want to stay and explain."

"I might be able to understand why you did it, but I don't know if I'll every forget that you hid it from me." Her voice cracked and she turned away to hide the tears that were running down her cheeks.


"Just go, I need some time alone."

Harry nodded as he turned to walk out the door he said, "I only try and do what's best for you, what's best for us ."


The hotel was empty, everyone was at the festival that was taking place. Hermione wasn't in the celebrating mood after finding out what Harry had done without telling her. She lay in their room on the sofa flicking through the TV channels that were available to them. There was a faint knock at the door, she supposed it was Harry so she didn't say anything. He was the one in the wrong, he was the one who would have to apologise. The knocker tried again, still she refused to make the first move and to her relief, the door swung open. "Not in the party mood either?"

"No, I expect you've heard what Harry's done?" She asked, her eyes fixed on the bright screen.

"Nope, I've had my own troubles to deal with. I got a letter from Robyn," he walked over to her and thrust the letter into her face.

This forced Hermione to reluctantly sit up, she scanned the letter and gave it back to Aengus. "I'm sorry. Maybe when we're back things will be different. You haven't seen each other for months, she's probably just scared things have changed."

"I wish she told me that before we left." He sighed as he fell into the sofa.

"Why? What would you have done differently?" Hermione questioned, her eyes falling back to the TV.

"I don't know. I wouldn't have worried about things as much as I have done. What's Harry done?"

"He gave my mum a potion without telling anyone." She explained.

"Did it make her better?" He asked gently.

"Sure, take his side."

"I'm not taking sides. He shouldn't have done it behind everyone's backs, but he did it for you."

"Stop it," she laughed, playfully kicking his thigh.

"Stop what?" He grabbed hold of her foot to stop her kicking again.

"Making me feel guilty." She sighed. "I'm sorry about you and Robyn."

"Maybe it wasn't meant to be. She's got two years left at Hogwarts, we would hardly see each other." Aengus said as he put the letter to the side.

"Once we get back you can talk to her properly. You might be able to sort it out. Besides, you would be able to visit her at Hogsmeade, it wouldn't be like you'd never see her for those two years."

"I suppose. I'm just going to forget about it for now. I don't want to spoil the rest of the trip."

"Do you think you can do that? I know how much she means to you." Hermione whispered as she settled back down on the sofa.

"I've got to," he put a big, fake smile on his face.

"You deserve to have fun, Aengus. Maybe you're right, maybe you should put it out of your mind until you see her. Enjoy yourself and don't worry."

"Anyway, we need to talk about you and Harry." As Hermione waved to signal an unwillingness to talk about it, Aengus continued, "he hid it from you, sure, but he didn't keep it a secret to save his own skin. It's not as though he cheated on you or anything."

"It might have been better if he did. If he cheated on me I would be justified to feel angry. I thought our friendship was based on trust and openness, but he kept something from me."

"I can't explain why he did it, but there're worse things to keep from you."

"I know that. I don't think I'm even angry anymore. I just want to talk it through with him now."

"And you will, when he comes to you. He's probably sat somewhere with Ron and Aoife moping and thinking about when would be the right time to come up and talk to you." Aengus phone made a noise, but Hermione ignored it. 'Hi. How have you been?' It was Emiliana. Aengus thought about what Hermione had said as he contemplated what he wanted to do. "Should I really just forget about Robyn?"

"I didn't say forget about her, you won't be able to do that. But have fun, we're on holiday after all."

"You're right, Hermione. I hope everything sorts itself out with Harry. I'm sure it will."

"What are you going to do?" Hermione asked.

"Have some fun," his eyes sparkled as he said that as his thumbs poised to reply to his text.

"Be careful!" Hermione called after him.

"Where's he going?" Harry asked casually as he walked in.

"I imagine he's going to see Emiliana," she smirked.

"Emiliana? The girl from that café? I didn't know they were friends."

"That's because you can't see what's right in front of you. It was obvious that he was talking to her when he was late back to the hotel room, and as he walked in he was looking at his phone. Honestly, Harry, you can be oblivious sometimes." She giggled.

"What about Robyn?"

Hermione lifted up the letter that Aengus had left behind, "Robyn want's them to take a break."

Harry slowly nodded, understanding the situation fully now. "So?"

"So," she repeated with a sigh. "I overreacted, I'm sorry, but you did hurt my by not telling me."

"I'm sorry too. I should never have gone behind your back like that. I will never do it again."

"Good," Hermione smiled. "Come here," she signalled as she wanted a hug.

"I love you," Harry whispered in her ear.


There was a faint knock at Aengus' door. He was nervous, terrified in fact. What if he had misread the signs? They had only met once, but she was the one who put her number in his phone. She was the one who had said she hoped they met again. She had come over as soon as Aengus had asked. He opened the door to see a big smile.

"Hi," she said cheerfully. She stepped in and turned around to close the door. As she turned back around to face Aengus, he took a step towards her and placed his lips on hers. "What about the photo?" She asked as she swerved, referring to the photo she had seen on Aengus' phone.

"That ended a long time ago," Aengus whispered, "I was only kidding myself," he added.

Emiliana stared at him for a while, her mind deciding whether or not he was telling the truth or not, but desire got in the way of her moral compass.


"I don't understand what you're saying to me," Calum said thousands of miles away.

"We want to get to Harry Potter, darlin'."


Julie and Rodolphus looked at each other - he was a Muggle.

"He's friends with the Currans," Rodolphus growled.

"Does he wear glasses?"

"That's him, darlin'."

"I'm in. He stood in the way of my next conquer."

Julie smiled to herself, she would be about to get revenge on Hermione, too. "You have to trust us, darlin'. We are very powerful, more powerful than someone like you could ever understand."

"Someone like me?"

"Someone - someone who doesn't know the gift others possess," Rodolphus said.

"Right... If you're so powerful, why do you need my help?"

"We understand," Julie began, "that you know where the Currans live. That you can be able to get us something of their housekeep for us. All we need is her hairbrush."

"What? What could you possibly to with a hairbrush?" He was beginning to think this was all a joke.

"A lot, darlin', an awful lot." She smirked as Rodolphus nodded.

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