"So they know it exists, and they've seen the dark side of it?" Hermione can understand that, she supposes. She'd done something that she'd considered unforgivable in order to keep her parents safe during the war, erasing their memories and giving them new lives so they could effectively keep their heads down. Once the war had been over, she'd been terrified of going out in search of them to undo the spell, not wanting to see the look of hurt and betrayal on their faces when they realized what had happened.

But her parents hadn't looked that way at all. On the contrary, they'd been happy to see her, to remember her, and they still hadn't thought of magic as inherently evil, even with the way it had completely disrupted their lives for so long.

"Have you tried talking to them?" she asks carefully, not wanting to make it seem as though she's glossing over Emma's problem. "Parents can be more understanding than their children give them credit for, sometimes. Maybe if they knew how you feel about what you're going through, they won't worry about whatever their history is with magic. After all, they have to know that you wouldn't hurt them, right?"