            Hermione set her jaw. After much thought last night, both while she was in Ron’s arms and after, she had concluded that a plausible, yet close reason would work best. Something personal, so it seemed genuine. "Before the end of the war, I took my parents’ memories," she told him, gut churring. She knew he couldn’t leave London to find them, but she didn’t think he’d care to harm them anyway. The war was over. Lucius had been cuffed, literally and figuratively. "Professor Snape helped me with the spell—it’s not something to be found in any books, you see. A combination of potions and incantations. I need to speak with him, to get his aid in recovering their memories."