"Made them not my parents. Took their memories of me and, and everything away, and gave them different names, and lives, and the strong urge to emigrate somewhere far away." Hermione had been missing them a lot lately. Their anniversary was in a few days, and in recent years she had always given them a little gift and a card to mark the day. Now they didn’t even know she existed. Draco looked at her and there was a deep sympathy in his eyes.