I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.
"'I’ve also modified my parents’ memories so that they’re convinced
they’re really called Wendell and Monica Wilkins, and that their
life’s ambition is to move to Australia, which they have now done.
That’s to make it more difficult for Voldemort to track them down
and interrogate them about me – or you, because unfortunately, I’ve
told them quite a bit about you. Assuming I survive our hunt for
the Horcruxes, I’ll find Mum and Dad and lift the enchantment. If I
don’t – well, I think I’ve cast a good enough charm to keep them
safe and happy. Wendell and Monica Wilkins don’t know that they’ve
got a daughter, you see.' Hermione’s eyes were swimming with tears
You know I often wonder why it is we have children in the first place. And the conclusion I’ve come to is, at some point in our lives, we realize things are screwed up beyond repair. So we decide to start again. Wipe the slate clean. Start fresh. And we have children. Little carbon copies we can turn to and say “You will do what I could not. You will succeed where I have failed.” Because we want someone to get it right this time. But not me. Personally speaking, I can’t wait to watch life tear you apart.
'Tis indeed a miracle, one must feel, that two such heavenly creatures are real…