"Hermione! We’re home," came a shout from downstairs. The adult turned teenager froze, her breath hitching in her throat. Her parents. They had been killed early on in the war, as had most muggles in Great Britain. How could she have forgotten to plan for seeing them again?! "Hermione?" The voice was closer, just down the hall. With a deep breath she forced herself to relax before she opened her bedroom door. Her mother was standing in front of her with her fist raised, ready to knock.