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Plenitude	By : HeavyMist Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 60689 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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“Dialogue”

‘Thoughts’

‘Flashbacks’

Chapter 30 : Hogwarts - A Mystery

Hogwarts! Hermione stood facing the beautiful Castle with its highest towers namely the Astronomy, Ravenclaw, and Gryffindor Tower. The school looked majestic, as she remembered it. Built upon massive rocks soaring over the big Black Lake. She turned to look at the sloping grounds, in the distance she could see the Lake, in close proximity loomed the large dense shadows of trees, the Forbidden Forest.

From where she stood, she made out the silhouetted forms of several greenhouses and other outbuildings, like the Owlery, housing all the school’s owls and those of the students. She couldn’t see the Quidditch Pitch though, since it was located farther away.

She never thought she would see Hogwarts again, at least not before the end of the war. Now she is standing again in front of her favorite place on earth, looking at the imposing castle where the best of her days were spent with Harry… Ron, and Ginny, and the rest of her friends, memories of the Yule ball, Viktor, Hagrid!

The Gryffindor witch was thrown back in time, flashbacks were zooming in her mind, seven years of preserved memories unleashing their emotional havoc on her; tears sloped down her cheeks, her mind eyes unable to absorb it all at once. At that instant two hands wrapped around her waist, and a wide muscled torso kept her body upright.

The Dark Lord stood behind her taking in the magnificence of the scenery in the beautiful sunny summer day, with his witch in his arms. He knew she would have a meltdown moment, but that was inevitable, she loved Hogwarts as a second home, as much as he did.

“It is the only place where I felt safe, and at home” the Dark Lord whispered as if he did not want to disturb the enchanting moment. Shaking the nostalgic reminiscing, a while later, he took her right hand in his, and both strolled, taking in the ambiance’s serenity and magnificence, each lost in their own memories and thoughts, walking the path to the Great Hall entrance.

Swallowing the lump that again did not want to dislodge from her esophagus, Hermione wanted to calm down, before asking all of the questions that were whizzing through her overwrought mind, the whereabouts of many friends, and people she loved. Walking slowly near the tall wizard, her right hand secure in his, she let herself be guided, handing over, for once in her life, all claim for control, her memories forging new question marks, about those shadows from her, more or less, recent past.

“What happened to Hagrid?” she wasn’t looking at the Dark Lord who kept on walking unfazed by her question. There was this moment of silence, where Hermione thought all the neighboring nature’s noises were suspended to hear Lord Voldemort’s answer, her breath caught in her lungs, waiting for his reply as well.

“He went through a very serious depression, after the final battle, it got worse when he knew about what Dumbledore did, especially to Harry, and you. He was sent to St Mungo’s, as I already told you, many developed PTSD, he was one of them, but maybe it was too late to do anything with him, he committed suicide, the letter he left behind did not explain much, except what I already told you. He was guilt ridden; especially that he was the one who delivered the Potters’ boy to the Dursleys.”

Hermione’s heart was breaking for the half-giant wizard, she knew he loved Harry like his little brother, and would have sacrificed his own life for him. How guilty he must have felt to give up his own life. Shaking her head, thinking of how many losses Dumbledore’s deceit left behind. He killed them, whether he cast the killing curse directly, with his own wand, or not. They were all his victims!

Going through the Entrance Hall the witch’s heart started to beat faster when she stepped into the Great Hall. The sheer magnitude of the place, which could hold all of the school’s students, staff, ghosts and visitors, was staggering, no matter how many years she spent here surrounded by its imposing architecture!

The enchanted ceiling reflected the sky outside, a summer blue sky with a couple of white fluffy clouds here and there, the high walls, standing tall and towering, like sentinels guarding the beauty of the whole space, were adorned with hundreds of candles, in their highest peak, that which connected with the enchanted ceiling. They weren’t lit at this time of day.

Looking at the front of the Hall she saw the Staff table, a throne-like chair in the midpoint of the table where the current Headmaster or Headmistress would sit. The large window behind the staff table, at the front of the hall, was pouring light in through big elongated glass panels. The podium was there as well, carved with an owl, right in front of the Headmaster's chair, where the announcements for the school year are usually made.

Slowly, trying not to lose any of the details, she looked around at the 4 tables where students usually take their meals and receive their owl post, she frowned, perplexed, something was not looking right!

There weren’t four tables! There were seven tables! Looking above the tables she saw the 5 banners, over each table. There were the traditional four House banners, hanging one near the other, to indicate the number of points gained by each house. The fifth one intrigued her.

Over all the seven tables, the fifth banner was a beautiful white silk, with the four founders’ symbols positioned in the banners’ four corners, the only difference was the number in the middle of each one. The tables looked numbered from one to seven by these white banners hanging on top of them. The Dark Lord’s deep silky voice explained to her, what she was seeing, though he surmised she understood the bulk of it.

“We decided to really work on burying the hatchet between the school Houses. Now, the students are grouped by year not by house. We have seven dormitories and seven tables. It was the best way to work on Houses’ harmony efficiently, rather than parroting about it like that old conniving troll Dumbledore blathered, while sowing the seeds of disunity by his actions.”

Nodding her head, the Gryffindor witch was convinced that this was an excellent way of letting the students of different houses come together and know one another, from the start, forging long lasting friendships, rather than confining them all to their house table and dormitory. An issue she as well thought about while in Hogwarts, moreover, listening for seven years, to the headmaster’s speeches, at the traditional Start-of-Term Feast and Sorting Ceremony, chewing their ears off with houses unity, yet doing nothing tangible about it! Some talk the talk while others walk the walk! Another plus point to the Dark Lord!

“Who is the headmaster now?” she asked while listening to the echo of their footsteps in the empty hall. The Dark Lord went to the left of the staff table where a door lead to a chamber with portraits, from there, he opened another door that directed them to the stairs, which was used exclusively by the staff, leading to classrooms, other levels, and teachers’ accommodations.

He smiled enigmatically saying “ you will see” Finally making their way to the Headmaster tower, after passing the circular, moving stone staircase, which was concealed, on the seventh floor, by a gargoyle. Hearing the password that her escort provided the gargoyle with, gave her an idea about who he was, yet she did not want to believe until she saw with her own eyes, but really, how many would choose “New Moon” as a password?

The Headmaster’s Office, Hermione noticed, was almost the same, without the horrid ex-headmaster’s knick-knacks. The room was large and circular with many windows. Portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses, hanging on the wall. The Sorting Hat resting on a shelf. Hermione knew, from her favorite book Hogwarts A History that the portrait of the immediate predecessor of the current headmaster or headmistress should be hanging behind the current one’s desk. Except, Dumbledore’s portrait wasn’t there.

Instead in a shadowy side of the office, almost unseen, and solitary, there was a framed parchment on which she read, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, enemy and traitor of the wizarding world, is not counted among Hogwarts rightful headmasters. May his dishonest methods, deceitful schemes and the blood of his victims be his eternal damnation and disgrace.

Turning away from the parchment she looked at the Dark Lord. He was standing in front of one of the windows looking out, his crushing charisma filling the whole office. At that instant, while gawking at him, taken by his animal magnetism, she was also fighting the urge to go and touch him, feel him, and bask in his overwhelming pulsating magic, which was drawing her like the cliché moth to a flame, and her wings just craved his fire. Merlin what was happening to her?

She noticed how her magical core reacted to him, since he broke the ‘Subsisto Cruor’, the hemorrhage-healing spell; her magical core started doing numbers on her! Every time he was around, not necessarily in the same room, she always felt him, his presence, and his vibes. It was like her magical core was attuned to his, seeking him, wanting to be reunited with a lost part of her. Bits and pieces of both times, when he broke the spell would flare up, and she would feel pulled by invisible strings towards him.

Since then, she became intensely aware of his aura, his control, his strength, heat and dare she say the essence of him, his electrifying magic! It felt like a cloak that she wanted to be engulfing her, keeping her safe, warm. Her magical core would jump and flutter and thrum, wanting, or rather craving to be united with his, embraced and fused to him, together becoming whole, the urge to act upon her need, recently, was driving her nuts, seeing as this yearning had become a recurrent predicament!

Is it possible that they are magical cores’ mates? She read about soul mates, and bonding, and also about the magical core mates, but was it possible? She found an old book in Hogwarts library in her 6^th year, Magical Mates she remembers was the title. She spent a whole night reading it.

It was about very old traditions, myths, legends and some ancient beliefs that no one believed them to be true, in the wizarding world, anymore. One of those customs talked about the rarity of the magical core mates, and their bonding rituals. It was so rare an event that since Merlin’s era, only a couple was stated as an example of this singular phenomenon, yet since then, not a single occurrence was reported as such!

She wanted to make sure she was not imagining her reactions as some daydream, an illusion of him being all that she wished in a wizard, thus psychosomatically igniting this response, affecting her magical core by auto-suggestion! How could that be? Could she believe her intuition now? Could she be his magical core’s mate and vice versa?

The self-doubt, and shaken self-image after months of being shamed by her own “friends” were not helping her. Yet when she had been achingly, excitingly…sensuously humiliated not two hours ago, by this wizard who mastered the art of pain to bring pleasure, who played her body like a fine tuned instrument, she was orgasming to his words, dominance and humiliation of her person, she had to be honest with herself!

Additionally, and despite all of his cruel, sadistic and painful arousing of her sensuality, or should she admit that it was because of those indeed, at the back of her mind, those same twisted deeds of his, were an assurance of safety, which in turn translated to trust!

He might have pushed her out of her comfort-zone, though not drastically so, thus the safety and trust lingered, and then rooted themselves deep into her heart. How all of those deep responses stemmed from pain and humiliation?

What all of these reactions are trying to tell her exactly? That she is a pervert? A masochist who needs pain to attain pleasure and has a dark twisted mind and sexual desires? Thus far, all she has is this ongoing war between her mind and body, it was relentless, and tiring and she wanted to reach a shore, and leave the storms of her confused emotions behind.

The office door behind her opened, and she turned around to see the new Headmaster of Hogwarts, her eyes couldn’t but water as she saw Remus Lupin, in the flesh, after two years of unconscious separation.

Their eyes met, both were on the verge of tears, though Hermione’s trickled, once more, down her cheeks, looking at the gentle green-eyed wizard. His hair was the same, light brown flecked with gray, His 6ft 2 inches were now showing more muscles and less bones. He looked healthier than ever, his skin lost its pallid tone, though the scars on his face were still there, as she remembered them, a symbol of his pain but more so of his spirit and fortitude, to struggle against the Lycanthropy illness and its consequences. Gentle, wise, and kind Remus.

In her opinion Remus Lupin was the best DADA teacher ever, though he was a teacher for one school year between 1993-1994, but because of the bitch Umbridge and her law against werewolves, and Snape revealing Remus’ sickness, he was forced to quit his position.

Without uttering a word, they met in the middle of the way, and hugged one another, a brother and sister, separated by hardships, betrayal, and deceitful traitorous “friends” but now reunited by truthful and peaceful “foes”? The paradoxes of their lives were almost comical, but both knew the huge opportunity they were being given. They looked into each other’s eyes, the watery smile, still lingering, until Remus croaked, “The brightest which of her age is back to us…Oh Merlin Hermione I was so worried about you…”

His husky and deep voice was reflecting his emotions, his arms tightening around her, vice like grip, he rocked her from left to right, like he was soothing a baby, stroking her hair now and then, his chin resting on the top of her head, cooing words “ Thank Merlin you are safe…sweet lovely Hermione…”

“Remus…oh my! Merlin …I missed you so very much…” Hermione’s throat was barely able to produce sounds, her arms wrapped around his waist, head resting on his solid chest, tears still in the works, sniffling while smiling and weeping, all at the same time, she did not want to let go. This was familiar, this was like coming back home, and finding a nice cozy fire lit, a cup of hot chocolate that only Remus knew how to prepare, and his presence, his smell of fresh grass after the rain, and that defined male musk, brought back part of Harry to her, she could almost smell Harry on him, feel his spirit, hugging them both as if in blessing of this reunion.

She hugged him tight, and true to himself, the new Headmaster of Hogwarts felt a bit awkward, mainly because The Dark Lord was staring at both of them with an unreadable mask on his face, yet there was an undertone of possessiveness that did not pass unnoticed.

Lord Voldemort was not pleased when other wizards touched his property, his eyes were two glowing deadly red rubies, while two black elongated slits, gleamed reprisal, at the tiniest of misread touch, sucking the courage and life out of any wizard, who would dare think or touch his witch, like an infinite back hole.

The werewolf wizard feeling the hostile vibrations of his Lord, and not wanting to aggravate him, tried to ease the witch’s emotions, and stop what might become his looming 5 seconds of the Avatus curse if he does not end this hugging fiesta!

Patting gently on her shoulder, he extricated himself slowly from her arms, and turned to salute The Supreme Ruler, while the witch busied herself by wiping her eyes, and finding an armchair in front of the Headmaster’s desk to sit, and blow her nose by a transfigured handkerchief courtesy of her ex-teacher.

“Welcome to Hogwarts my Lord” Remus bowed his head, and then continued; “His Lordship’s visits are always an honor…” Gesturing to his Headmaster’s chair he said, “My Lord may I offer my humble chair for your comfort.”

Not taking Remus on his offer, Lord Voldemort sat on the couch facing the desk and parallel to Hermione. “ All chairs are fine Mr. Lupin. Are the preparations for the coming school year on schedule?”

Taking his seat behind the desk Remus nodded, and started to explain to his Lordship that all the letters for the first year students were sent, as well as the appointed Headboy / Girl, the syllabus for the 7 years agreed upon, and teachers assigned to respective courses.

Hermione listened, and from what she was hearing, became aware that the 7^th year students were offered specialized courses, to help them choose their future profession, based on their grades and preferences, and prepare them for demanding occupations like Aurors, or Law Enforcement Units, Healers, potions Mastery and such. It was almost like a freshman year in muggle universities. Intuitively she knew it was the Dark Lord’s idea, she would bet her life on it. Another point for him!

After answering the many questions that The Dark Lord had for him, Remus offered them refreshments brought by a house-elf wearing the new Hogwarts’ costume for the house-elves staff, as Lupin explained, which was really cute. A dark purple cotton pants and jacket over a light magenta shirt, with a calligraphied H on the jacket’s back. The House Elf, Aaron, again no silly names, after bowing low to all and especially to his Lordship, served them glasses of pumpkin juice, and left the jug on Remus’ Desk.

Sipping her juice, Hermione asked Lupin “Have you any news about the others, Tonks?” Both the Dark Lord and Remus started laughing, then the new headmaster said “Hermione Tonks and I got married before the final battle, after you were…saved by his Lordship. We have a boy, his name is Teddy, he’s 18 months old.”

The witch’s jaw almost dropped, but she snapped it shut, ‘wow these two are fast!’ she smiled, she was so happy for them, for him specifically, he deserved to have a family, and kids, she always thought he’d make a great father, nurturing and understanding as he is! Being her curious self she asked again, “ Where is she and the little one?”

“Teddy is with his nanny, at home. We all stay at Hogwarts during the school year, then go home….” He stopped trying to reign in his emotions, he coughed clearing his throat he continued, ”Harry’s will was opened 6 months after his martyrdom in Gringotts, the goblin responsible of his account and vaults contacted me to complete the procedures and to take possession of what Harry left for me …12 Grimmauld place, money, and also to manage your part of the inheritance, since you were still in coma Hermione.”

The witch was so brokenhearted she couldn’t speak, touched by her friend’s gesture, tears sparkling in her eyes yet again, she whispered for him to continue,

“ I will leave the details of your assets to the Dark Lord to explain, he took care of everything for you… We usually spend the summer vacations there, which are short. Ever since I became Headmaster 2 years ago, I always tried to prepare for the coming school year starting mid August. Tonks is still working as an office Auror at the Ministry with Rodolphus Lestrange, she gave up on all the action…”

he laughed, “ She’s got Teddy to take care of now, so her office hours are more flexible than being on the ground agent, thanks to our Lord here who took care of the matters for her.”

“Mr. Lupin, all mothers should stay with their children, especially at such critical time of their infancy. Work should come second, especially when it is dangerous.”

“Rodolphus Lestrange is head of the Auror department now?” Hermione turned to the Dark Lord inquiring about this new nugget of information, thinking how come such a overconfident and hard wizard could be invested with such a vital position! The man was married to that nut job Bellatrix, that fact alone should give an idea about his faculties for Merlin’s sake!

“Yes Ms Granger, He’s head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and he is doing a good job, as a matter of fact, same goes as far as his brother Rabastan is concerned, he is head of The Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.” His retort was categorical, implying she should hold her tongue.

Looking at Remus he informed him about Hermione’s new Project “ Mr. Lupin I have asked Hermione to begin working on her Lycanthropy Remedy Potion, all over again, she will be starting soon. I gather you would want to help her by providing blood and saliva?”

A big smile settled on Remus’ scarred face and looking at the remarkable and compassionate witch, he enunciated excitedly, his green eyes twinkling, “ It would be an honor to help the brightest witch of her age!! Hermione do you know that the Wolfsbane Potion you tweaked worked??”

Taken aback Hermione remembered how she worked on the already existing Wolfsbane potion for Remus, to make the effects last longer, so that he won’t be forced to drink it every month, when it was a full moon night, and to reduce the illness’ symptoms and transformations to their minimal manifestations. But that was not part of her Remedy project. She had given to Albus Dumbledore the Lycanthropy Remedy potion’s complete, finished and final research document.

While her 7^th year journal had most parts of her tweaked Wolfsbane work, and Remedy Project, it did not cover it all, all the important parts were there, the ingredients, measures, but how did they work brewing process accurately? She was flying blind at the time, she went through many brewing tryouts, all were noted down, naturally, but how they got the right one? The 7th journal was a jumbled mess!

“Wha…What? I know my journal have loads of brewing formulae …How …who is brewing…forget it …I am sure it is Professor Snape who is brewing it, isn’t he??”

Remus looked to the Dark Lord as if asking for his permission, which it seems he was granted, he then started exposing things to Hermione, which she undoubtedly wouldn’t have believed at all, if they came from another wizard, but since it was Remus Lupin filling her in on the real events that took place, she had to accept what he was saying, beyond a shadow of a doubt, as the truth, because Remus never ever lied to her, and she knew he wouldn’t start now, not even for Lord Voldemort’s sake!

“Remember your own Wolfsbane enhancement files and also the tests on the Lycanthropy Remedy Potion?” Nodding Hermione explained exactly what she was thinking just a minute ago to Remus who smiled bitterly and uttered between his gritted teeth,

“Well the complete document, containing both, which you handed to the traitor Dumbledore was found among the tons of other rejected papers for new potions, spells and charms projects. Penelope Clearwater, Lucius Malfoy and the Rabastan Brothers, along with the Ministry employees, and additional workers, appointed by Minister Malfoy at the time, were going through the Ministry files, with fine comb, particularly the discarded archives, to reorganize, save, and purge the useless materials from the valuable ones. Penelope Clearwater contacted Severus when she found your file, and sent it to him. Your file Hermione wasn’t even presented to the Wizengamot for assessment; all thanks to the deceitful crook Albus and fanatical Umbridge! He gave her the file and told her to bury it. I was present at that interrogation. Not to mention he was the one who incited her to come up with the werewolf law, and being head of the Wizengamot he made sure the rest of the coots signed to pass this law.”

Hermione was not shocked; after all she heard about the lies and treacherous schemes of the duplicitous wizard. She shook her head, knowing what Moony said was only the truth! She asked him to continue, because now that she was getting more and more detailed pieces for this big puzzle, she wouldn’t let her emotions get the best of her.

She wants to stop thinking about this whole charade of war and get it over with, go on with her life, like all of them. Why would she be the only one denied normal life? She needs a closure and the sooner the better! Now that she has this Lycanthropy Remedy to look forward to work on. But to do it efficiently, she needs a clear head, a mind not hindered by unresolved concerns, or wastes her time and concentration seeking answers.

“Hermione, Albus Dumbledore gave your document to Umbridge and told her to vanish it, meaning to directly throw it in the unapproved items’ dustbin in the Ministry archives. He did not want me to have any help, or be independent of the Order or him. He wanted to use me, like he used everyone, as pawns! He wanted to keep me under his thumb Hermione, like he did all the Marauders. James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew."

He sighed, shook his head, she had the feeling he was regretting many things, like she did, but one cannot blame the victims, Dumbledore was an expert at manipulating people around him.

the werewolf resumed his narration, with a bitter edge to his voice "The Anti-werewolf law was a way for him to make my life’s circumstances intolerable, so that he gets to play the good guy and offer me the teacher position here. All of this was tactics to keep me away from Sirius’ case and always under his watch. At the time I was blinded by his mask of goodness and 'greater good' preaching, but after his downfall I understood everything. His scheme was underhandedly simple, he made me feel indebted to him, and played my gratitude by always hinting I owed him a favor, unable to see through him, and his hypocritical plans which started years prior. Regardless, I wouldn’t have been able to act upon any discovery I might have encountered then, since he made my situation and life nearly impossible during those days!”

The Gryffindor witch couldn’t believe her ears, Dumbledore and Umbridge were partners in crime? The ugly toad issued that bigoted law and the traitor made the Wizengamot accept it, to coerce Remus!

Frowning he continued “But do not worry, after all is said and done, your Tweaked Wolfsbane version is now approved and available for anyone who needs it, in the legal apothecaries. Many thank you for it by the way, me being at the top of the list.” He smiled wide at her, and proposed a toast in honor of Hermione and her success.

The Dark Lord going out of his long silence informed Hermione of what took place at the Ministry before the war, “Similar to your remedy, The Wizengamot voted against the use of any of those improved upon, or newly created inventions, additionally, they prohibited them, making Azkaban a destination of choice for those who thought otherwise, The conniving frauds wanted ignorance and narrow-mindedness to rule!”

The New Headmaster sighed and said spontaneously “Thank Merlin or rather thank you my Lord for disbanding this bunch of old fools.”

Hermione’s eyes were saucer wide; so her paper hadn’t even reached the Wizengamot. Furthermore, and because of Lord Voldemort, at present, the improved Wolfsbane that she worked on, during her stay at the Order’s quarters has been marketed for two years now? All right, she won’t accuse her functioning brain of another illusory episode. Be that as it may, it was so mind-boggling, and no matter how she flipped it, in her head, it still sounded exceedingly surreal!

The velvety baritone of the Wizard sitting near her added, all practical and bringing her back to the subject at hand, “ Of course the legal rights, inclusive ownership as researcher and co-creator of this enhanced Wolfsbane belongs to you, hence all your 55% percentage benefits from the sale of this potion, and royalties were and still are transferred to your vault at Gringotts Wizarding Bank, I have taken the liberty to manage your accounts and inheritance, and will go through them with you, at a later time, and once you are up to date with the last two years.”

“You are a rich witch Hermione” Intoned Remus grinning then added “Since I played guinea-pig for the Chief, …Severus, I was exempt from paying, I get the enhanced potion for free…”

“That is good to hear Remus…” she smiled back at him, but then she frowned and snapped “Wait ..wait waitwait a second! If there’s the Wolfsbane new version already why are you asking me to work on it again sir?” Hermione looked at the Dark Lord puzzled and surprised by all these new developments.

“Ms Granger the improved Wolfsbane lasts for 5 months at the best of times, so anyone dealing with this calamity is not required to take more than 2 dosages per year, alas, it is not a one-time definitive cure, as you surely know. However I think that you are able to work successfully with Severus Snape and come up with a final and conclusive remedy, that will heal, ad infinitum, the Lycanthropy sickness without any relapse!”

The witch did not really worry about all of this, something was nagging at the back of her mind, what lies in the future will come soon. She wanted to be finished with the past, turn a new leaf. Her eyes were searching the room without really focusing on what she was seeing.

She decided to ask, though dreading the answer “Umbridge made our life hell in Hogwarts when she was appointed headmistress, and the DA had many problems meeting in the Room of Requirements, I remember quiet well that Dumbledore had to lie to save us on our first meeting there! How is it possible that they were accomplices then? ”

Hermione mulled over her own doubts, when the warm and gentle youngest Headmaster answered helpfully, “Hermione I know it is hard to accept this about Dumbledore. Alas the fact is they were masquerading their animosity. Dumbledore played the bigoted witch easily, besides he was her superior at the ministry, for years, and as head of the Wizengamot as well… but have you noticed when Umbridge was in Hogwarts he did nearly nothing to stop her abuse of authority? Let alone that he fled later, leaving the whole school, and all of the students to fend for yourselves, until you almost killed the wretched witch, when you sent her to the Forbidden Forest?”

Oh yes, she did! She personally went to speak with him, about the insufferable bitch, in this same office but he curtly told her there’s nothing to it, and the Ministry sent her, his hands were tied, she remembered how he dismissed her almost too hastily and telling her a tad harshly to cope with it.

She was outraged at that time; especially that Harry and most of the Gryffindors’ students were that toad’s favorite subjects of abuse! She might not speak ill of the dead, but that pink-loving witch, she would gladly lead, once more, to the Centaurs if given another chance, and lo and behold, Dumbledore saved her from them, after she directed her to the Forbidden Forest! Another fact, that irked her to no end at the time, and it still does.

Remus’ calm voice brought another point of the whole Dumbledore mystery, into focus, “With all his titles and political status, weight and connections with the Ministry and authorities, not to mention the fact that Umbridge was a member in the Wizengamot, under his leadership, how come he couldn’t, or should I say wouldn’t stop her anti-werewolf laws in 1993 from passing at the ministry?”

The black velvet temptation resonating through the Dark lord voice added to her own growing bitterness against the deceased headmaster, by asking, rhetorically, “This made it nearly impossible for Mr. Lupin, here present, to find a job; he was forced into poverty wasn’t he? You yourself helped him by bringing food and other necessities as Mr. Lupin told me. Then the merciful Albus barged in and saved the day! He helped, by offering him a teacher position that same year, while no one knew of his condition except Severus. How thoughtful!! Or was it? Why keep him in Hogwarts? To keep an eye on him, keep him busy and away from thinking of Sirius rotting in Azkaban. Afterward Albus forced Severus to deliver Sirius to the authorities, following his first escape to receive the Dementor’s kiss.”

Hermione had an idea about all of these details, some she eye-witnessed personally, however she was waiting to see where all of this was leading. Frowning in concentration, the Gryffindor witch enquired, “ Peter Pettigrew betrayed the Potters, and Sirius, hadn’t he? By going to you and telling you about the Potters hiding place, since he was secret-keeper? At least that’s what Albus said, until Mr. Malfoy explained to me yesterday that it is Dumbledore who killed them, and his Lordship   ….” She emphasized still looking to her left at the wizard who was sitting in his usual knee on thigh fashion, whirling his wand and listening to her, she resumed looking back towards Remus, pointing at the Dark Lord, she enunciated again “…his Lordship did not want to give details about what happened, exactly, saying all will be explained in due time, I guess it is more than due time….”

At that moment, the office door opening interrupted her. The silky voice of Severus Snape reached her ears, as he bade good day to all people present. She turned around to see her ex-professor accompanied by none other than Lucius Malfoy who in turn greeted them. Narcissa Pekinese bitch Malfoy and Lavender ‘Won-Won’ Brown were following, a foot to the left of their Masters’ back, meekly smiling and obediently trailing the imposing wizards in front.

Frustrated because of the interruption, Hermione was torn between retching and laughing. Who would have thought she’d be witness to this impressive display of submission, particularly from these two prancing pureblooded mounts!

Nevertheless, seeing them at present, both women together, whom she always categorized as annoying, difficult and conceited pureblooded bitches, docilely being lead with an invisible leash, by their ‘owners’, was shocking! It was also awe inspiring, at the same time, because she knew them to be proud like a peacock, and indomitable, at least that was the impression they gave her, and look at them now, though she had to admit they looked beautiful, happy, genuinely happy and most of all contentedly compliant!!!

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