It was a warm evening so Hermione suggested the meeting with her parents could take place on her veranda. Emma had her now customary cappuccino while the other three enjoyed a fruit drink the house's elves made from locally grown produce. It was delicious but Hermione wasn't paying it the respect this wonderful concoction deserved at the moment. Taking a large gulp, she then got straight to the point.
"There are silencing charms around this veranda, so there is no chance of us being overheard. We all got off on the wrong foot that day in the restaurant, looking back though it was probably inevitable. Neither Harry nor I were able to explain our bond properly, we're still learning and every day is like a different adventure as we discover new things about it. That thing being sucked out of Harry's head left Voldemort's memories behind, and our bond allows me access to them. We had all that knowledge of just how bad thinks could get, and also knew you wouldn't believe us. That frustration, and mum upsetting me riling Harry right up through our bond, was responsible for the trouble we had that day. I'm glad to see we seem to have put that behind us now…"
Dan reached out and took his daughter's hand. "When those wizards burst into our kitchen, your mum and I were more helpless than babes in the woods. You came and saved the day, all is forgiven."
With a wry grin, Harry took over. "I think we all can agree Britain isn't safe for both of you at the moment, certainly unaccompanied. Hermione and I love having you here but we don't want you to think of this as some sort of prison. While your old lives have to be put on hold, the world literally is you oyster. Whatever you want, your greatest wish - we can help make it happen. Magic, money, whatever it takes."
An emotional Emma reached out and took Dan's other hand, their daughter was still holding on to the one he'd offered a moment ago. "Hermione, Harry, I think our greatest wish is sitting on this veranda. You have no secrets so you both know our family has never been this close. I'm just sorry it took your dad and I almost being murdered for us to see what fools we were being. Watching you two together is wonderful too. Seeing how you practically complete one another, it gives us something to aim for."
Here was an opening Hermione wasn't expecting, she seized the moment. "Mum, dad, our bond is precious to us. I can honestly say it's the greatest thing that's ever happened to either Harry or me, but we still have to work hard at it - so we get the most out of it. I've watched you both for nearly fifteen years, and Harry can see all my memories, between us we can't think of anyone who would benefit more from a bond like this than you two."
Still holding Hermione's hand, Dan's other squeezed Emma's without him even consciously thinking about it. "But we're not magical, sweetheart - is that even possible?"
"To the level that Harry and I share everything, probably not. Realistically, what we're looking at here is sharing emotions. Mum won't tell you if she needs a hug, and you would never initiate something without her permission. This should at least get you passed that hurdle. The magic will be in the bracelets, and they will trickle-charge just from you being around witches and wizards. Harry and I will pump our magic into them to kick-start the reaction, the rest will be up to you."
Excitement and panic was coursing through Emma's body in almost equal measures. Was this something she wanted to do? Putting off making a decision, she started asking questions. "Where ever did you get such things? I can't imagine you can buy something like this from your corner shop. Are their any side effects?"
She didn't expect the reaction she got, a look of terror briefly passed on both teens faces - before Harry got himself under control and provided some answers.
"The goblins tracked these down for us, cost is immaterial. Trust me, you couldn't put a price on what Hermione and I share. We didn't consider the possible side effects until it was too late, we dived right in like Gryffindors. Hermione has now seen me at my very worse, lying silently crying in my cupboard and wondering what made me so different that I deserved this treatment…"