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7:30 AM, September 13th, 1996
Hermione parted ways with her best friends before walking the rest of the way up the staircase. The note she received with breakfast said that she was to come alone as she would be meeting with Umbridge that morning. Harry and Ron had both offered to stay but she knew she’d be safe in the headmaster’s office.
She fidgeted with her skirt a moment at the top of the stair before she hesitantly knocked on the heavy oak door.
As the door swung open to admit her, shock pored off her before she immediately schooled her face. Not only was there a tired and grinning Sirius to greet her but Remus was slumped in a chair across from Narcissa and Draco Malfoy. Narcissa looked ready to meet the Queen dressed in navy blue robes and her bright hair pulled back into an elegant bun.
She hesitated to step into the room but Sirius wrapped his arms around her bringing her in close, “Don’t worry,” he whispered and then pulled her into the room.
“Miss Granger,” Professor Dumbledore greeted, “I apologize. Is it Mrs. Black now?”
Hermione took the seat Sirius offered next to Remus, “Um, yes. I suppose it is.” She felt Sirius’s hand squeeze her shoulder as he stood behind her and felt immediately comforted. She wasn’t sure what she should say or not say while the Malfoy’s set across from her. She refused to look in their direction and kept her eyes resolutely on the professor.
Dumbledore nodded and waved his hands towards the Malfoy's. “Let me introduce you. This is Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy. Narcissa, this is Mrs. Hermione Black.”
Hermione smiled politely at the woman who inclined her head towards her.
“Please, just Narcissa. We are family after all,” she said and then poised a smile towards Sirius.
Hermione nodded numbly. She wasn’t sure how to respond to the situation at all. Her mother’s voice in the back of her mind prompted her, “Of- Of course. Please, call me Hermione.”
“I’ve received word from Hagrid that Madam Umbridge will be here shortly,” Dumbledore said serenely, “There are things that should be explained to you, however, we are short on time. I assure you everyone in this room has your best interest in mind.”
Hermione’s head swiveled towards Draco Malfoy quickly. She internally scoffed. Not only had he been a bully to her since her first day at Hogwarts but now she knew him to be the son of a known Death Eater. Exhaustion was written all over him even though his uniform was impeccably pressed. He met her gaze and gave a subtle shrug. How could Dumbledore think for a second they could trust them? What was she to them?
Narcissa an understanding smile at her confusion.
“I don’t understand,” she said looking back to Dumbledore. She felt Remus take her hand.
“A lot happened last night. We’ll be able to talk later,” Remus promised her.
“You shouldn’t be here,” she squeezed his hand back then reached to run the back of her hand softly against his cheek and forehead. His skin had almost no color besides the bruising under his eyes from lack of sleep and stress. He was burning up and looked completely haggard. The sun had only been up a few hours. She felt her ire rise knowing that he should be home resting instead of being at Hogwarts.
She heard Narcissa softly clear her throat and blushed to realize how familiar she was being with Remus in front of everyone. Sirius squeezed her shoulder, “He’ll be fine, love. He’s been through worse.”
The oak door banged open startling her and then she heard Umbridge’s shrill voice, “What is the meaning of this? You dare summon me, Dumbledore?” Sirius's hand tightened on her shoulder before he released her and stepped back. He stood poised and ready.
Umbridge practically flew in the room with Percy Weasley on her heels. She paused in mid-stride as she looked to Hermione on her left and the Malfoy’s on her right.
“Good morning, Madam Umbridge. Mr. Weasley,” Dumbledore said rising from his desk, “Please have a seat. Would anyone care for some tea?” He conjured chairs that were quickly crowding the space near his desk. A tea tray suddenly appeared on his desk. The teapot was striped with teals, yellows, and purples with twirling gold lines throughout. It was a mashup of bright colors that would have normally clashed with most decor but somehow was the least odd thing in the headmaster's office.
“I would not,” Umbridge said indignantly eyeing the offending teapot.
“That would be lovely, Albus,” Narcissa said before she turned to Umbridge, “Dolores, thank you for taking the time to accommodate me.” She sat poised with her legs crossed by the ankles looking every bit a woman that would dare call a meeting with the headmaster of a school and that of a department head of the ministry like it was an everyday occurrence.
Umbridge blinked owlishly at her while Narcissa continued, “I understand how busy you must be with the registration, so I appreciate you finding the time to take care of this small matter.”
Hermione was floored. Narcissa’s voice was polite. Even flattering. But Hermione heard an edge to it that she had only ever heard from her own mother. Hermione took the proffered teacup floating in front of her as Narcissa raised her own to hers to her lips and took a small sip.
Narcissa Malfoy gave a pointed look to the chair nearest Umbridge where she stood dumbfounded.
“Of- Of course, Mrs. Malfoy,” Umbridge said taking a seat, “If I had known you had requested this meeting I would have been here sooner. Anything you have to say I wouldn’t think to be a small matter.”
Narcissa raised a flawless eyebrow, “Tea, Madam Umbridge?”
“Oh, I- yes, I suppose I will. Please call me Dolores.”
Narcissa nodded once and flicked her wand and silently floated tea to Umbridge. Hermione marveled at her control. She was practiced and precise. She was entirely at ease as she performed her nonverbal spellwork. “Let me get to the heart of it if you don’t mind, Dolores,” she said not offering the same courtesy of a first name, “Hermione will not be receiving the trace. She has recently been married and has met the requirements of the law outlined by the Muggleborn Registration Act.”
Umbridge’s eyes narrowed as she swept her eyes in disbelief over Hermione. Her fingers clenched her teacup and her knuckles turned white and then her eyes swept across the rest of the occupants of the room pausing briefly as she looked to Draco, “I fail to see how she would meet the requirements. A husband that’s not of age? Percy?”
Percy stood rigid over Umbridge’s shoulder. He looked distinctly uncomfortable as he cleared his throat before speaking, “That would be correct. A marriage bond with an underage wizard, however long his pedigree, wouldn’t meet the intent of the law. Miss Granger was meant to be offered protection through a guardian bond with your family line. The family ties and wards on your ancestral home will not be adequate protection as your son is not currently the patriarch of the family. There are not many families that could offer that level of protection. I’m not sure if the Wizengamot would make any more concessions on her behalf-”
“Thank you, Percy,” Umbridge said. A smile twisted on her face as she looked triumphant over at Hermione and then Dumbledore, “She’ll have to submit to the trace now that she won’t be able to complete a guardian bond.”
“You misunderstand, Dolores,” Narcissa added sharply. “Hermione has married my cousin, Sirius Black. He more than exceeds any stipulations set forth by the new law.”
Umbridge face turned a deep shade of red as her head swiveled towards Sirius. She practically choked on her rage as she asked, “Him?”
Narcissa smiled, “Yes of course, I have no idea why you would think she would have married my son. They barely know each other, and they are not exactly known for getting along,” she winked conspiratorially at Hermione as if they shared some sort of history joking about it. “ Toujours Pur . Purer than even the Malfoy family, one could argue. Malfoy’s have been known to step outside of blood purity when necessary to ensure no intermarrying within the family.”
Sirius’s laughed and said, “Not something the Black’s have cared much for. As much fun all of this is, I have duties to attend to, as the patriarch of my family.” He raised his hand as he checked the time on his watch. Hermione turned confused as he stepped around and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, “I apologize love. I’ll see you soon.”
“Mr. Black,” Percy said, “You cannot leave yet, there are legal matters-”
Sirius waved him off, “Discuss it with my solicitor, Mr. Lupin, I’m sure he can straighten out anything you need.”
Hermione bristled. Sirius was just leaving? Remus was in no state to act as his solicitor. What could possibly be more important?
Remus stood, “I have all of the necessary documents concerning the care of Mrs. Black’s protection.” Remus indicated to a small table on the other side of the Malfoy’s and invited Percy to take a closer look while Sirius slipped out of the office.
Hermione sat there reeling. She was utterly confused and had no idea how to respond or even if she should. It felt as if everything was just happening to her and she had no control over any of it. They all had this perfectly planned out and not one person had thought to consult her over any of it.
“This is a blatant farce,” Umbridge said nastily towards Hermione as if she were the cause of everything. She stood, her hands shaking angrily at her side, “Mrs. Malfoy, I assure you when I get to the bottom of this you’ll not be blamed for what the Headmaster has concocted,” she held out her hand impatiently to Percy, “I want to see that marriage license. This is an obvious attempt by the headmaster to try and circumvent the registration.” She stepped towards the documents as her lip curled into disgust as she looked back at Dumbledore before searching the document with greedy eyes, “I’ve got you now Dumbledore. This marriage is either a sham or you somehow broke the gag order. Either way, you’ve broken the law.”
“Now, now, Dolores,” Narcissa said sweetly, “Albus here has nothing to do with any of it. Even he couldn’t possibly circumvent the gag. I’m sure Mr. Lupin will be able to straighten it all out.”
“A werewolf as a solicitor?” Umbridge scoffed, doubt dripping on every word, “Chosen to advocate for the Black family? I know the laws are loose but surely there’s something against half-breeds-
Hermione snarled, “Don’t you dare.” She stopped short when she received glares from Remus and Narcissa and quickly swallowed everything she wanted to say.
“As you can see, Mr. Weasley,” Remus said calmly ignoring the insult completely, “Hermione and Sirius were married at St. Mary’s church in Hendon. Her parents gave the proper consent and were the witnesses for the marriage and bonding,” Remus looked over at Dumbledore before continuing, “I’ve compiled a list of the wards that have been laid by generations of Black’s on their home. You’ll see that their current home is registered as unplottable. The address is unknown to those except for the family and those they have chosen to share it with.”
Remus shuffled through a few documents before he handed one to Percy, “You may not be familiar with muggle marriage traditions, but this, the Blacks registered with the muggle government over a month before their nuptials.”
“Is this true, Hermione?” Percy asked skeptically. Percy was smart enough to understand that the written notice was not a legal document in the wizarding world and could be forged. Percy understood quite a bit about the muggle world, and she would have to tread lightly.
She raised her head high and didn’t hesitate as she said, “I grew up in St. Mary’s, it’s right down the road from my house. You know that, Percy.” She silently congratulated herself that everything she was saying was the truth. “They only allow members of the church to marry there and it all has to be proper.” She sniffed and feigned annoyance that he would even ask. Her parents were traditional. They had insisted they get married at St. Mary’s. It’s where they had gotten married as well. Sirius had assured her parents that it wouldn't be a problem. Any request for their written request to get married would be solved with a confundus charm. And it had.
Percy left out a puff of air in frustration. Hermione held her breath. She knew the face he was making. He didn’t believe her. Not one bit. The marriage license might prove they had indeed gotten married at St. Mary's but he knew Hermione well enough that he could tell when she was twisting the truth to suit her own needs.
“Madam Umbridge, the marriage license is legitimate,” he hesitated and added, “The magical signature shows that the marriage bond was sealed on August 31st after their consummation.”
Umbridge's lips curled into a smile as she sorted through the notice to the register and the documents signed by her parents. “These, however, can be fraudulent,” she said nastily towards Dumbledore, “ Somebody warned them about the Muggleborn Registration Act.”
“Warned, Madam Umbridge?” Narcissa said giving her a cold glare, “I was under the impression that this law was enacted to help protect those that are less fortunate and without the assistance of old family magic. Why would Hermione need to be warned of such a thing?”
Percy cleared his throat, “It is possible someone – informed – them, but it is highly unlikely,” Hermione hung on his every word ready for his ax to fall.
“The gag was very powerful, and we all watched Professor Dumbledore submit to it,” he stole a quick glance at Hermione before adding, “I personally know that her family are Anglican. Any parish within the Church of England wouldn’t allow anyone to marry without a reading of the bands. It’s a muggle tradition. It requires an announcement the three consecutive Sundays before the wedding.”
Hermione was frozen stiff. Her heart leaped in her chest. Percy had completely skipped past every single way they could have bypassed that with magic.
Umbridge sneered at Hermione, “To think that some uppity muggleborn could possibly marry into such an old line. Of course, your muggle family must have jumped at the chance. Skeeter's usually right after all.”
Narcissa stood and all semblance of politeness fell away as she said coldly, “I don’t believe it’s your place as a ministry official to comment on such things. You may not speak to my family that way," her voice had threatened violence but then she sniffed and tacked on sweetly, "And do try to rein in your jealousy of the young woman. It’s unseemly, especially of a woman your age.”
Umbridge sneered at Narcissa, “My. My, how the Malfoy’s have fallen. Your husband has been in Azkaban only a few months and you’re already dragging your family through the mud .” She turned on her heel towards Percy, “Make copies of everything. We are leaving.”
“You can rest assured I’ll be lodging a formal complaint against you Madam Umbridge,” Narcissa threatened, her voice cold.
Umbridge refused to acknowledge her as he left the office. Percy gave Hermione an apologetic smile and she returned it with a sad smile of her own. She was grateful to him. She wanted to beg him to turn back to his family. To leave the ministry.
“I hope you know what you are doing, Hermione,” he said as he carefully placed all his copies into his briefcase.
She nodded to him, her expression pained, “I hope you know what you are doing as well, Percy.”
He stood there a moment contemplating what he wanted to say. He took a deep breath and said, “Have a pleasant morning, everyone,” and he turned and left the office without a backward glance.
Dumbledore approached Remus and took him by the arm, “Sit down, Remus. It’s been a long night.” Surprisingly, Remus allowed the older wizard to steer him towards a chair. Hermione gripped his arm as he sat down slowly. Her heart seized at the idea of how sore he must be after the transformation. “I have to attend to my guest my dear, please help him through the floo when he’s had a moment.”
“Albus,” Narcissa said, “I don’t know the last time I had that much fun. You should invite me the next time you have any more unpleasant company.”
Dumbledore chuckled while taking her hand placing into the crook of his arm, “I believe I will. There’s a room you can rest in while you wait for Severus and Sirius to return. I’m sure both of you could do with a bit more sleep.” Dumbledore turned towards Hermione, “There will be a meeting tonight when everyone has safely returned. Please inform Misters Potter and Weasley. There is much to discuss. Have a pleasant morning, dear.”
And with that, the Headmaster ushered the Malfoy’s from his office seemingly to escort them to a private room. Narcissa gave her a friendly smile in parting before following and saying simply, "Good day, Hermione."
As soon as the door shut and they were alone Hermione turned to Remus and asked him, “Are you alright? What happened last night? Where did Sirius go?”
Remus raised a hand to her cheek before moving closer to press his lips to hers. Her eyelids slid closed as her breath hitched as the soft feel of this lips stole her thoughts. His hand moved deftly to the back of her neck as he released her from the kiss and rested his forehead on hers.
“He’s safe. He’s with Severus,” his breath was warm and comforting across her face. She clutched his arms. She was simultaneously comforted by his presence and worried about him, “I’m fine. A nice bath and a nap and I’ll be right as rain.”
She nodded and then pressed a kiss to his lips.
He sighed moving his face back to properly look at her. This thumb rubbed soothing circles into the back of her neck, “There’s a lot you should know, but, last night Kingsley, Tonks, and Sirius helped break Lucius Malfoy out of prison.”
Hermione went rigid under his hands and pulled back from him. “Please tell me you’re joking?”
Remus reluctantly let her move away from him, “Sirius has been looking for a way to protect Narcissa and we couldn’t wait any longer to try and do something. Not after last night.” Hermione sat silently as she watched as he tried to explain everything to her. His exhaustion made his words stiff and they came out slow. She knew somehow that she had caused all of this.
“Everyone took an enormous risk last night that paid off. Lucius will be hiding with his family. You were right last night; Draco was scared for his mother. Sirius was able to help them.”
“If it’s all done where did Sirius go?”
“Sirius and Kingsley were supposed to move your parents out of the country today.” She felt sick. Remus hastened to add, “Severus went instead. They’ll be in France and settled before lunch. They took a train to Paris and they’ll take a portkey once they get there. It’ll take Sirius and Severus a few hours to perform the Fidelius Charm and they’ll be back soon. Your parents will be perfectly safe, Hermione, I promise. Sirius won’t let anything happen to them.”
Hermione clutched his hand. Her parents were currently leaving the country and she didn’t even have a chance to say goodbye. She felt the tears burn her eyes knowing she wouldn’t be seeing them anytime soon. Kingsley had promised that if they had a chance he would make sure he got to see them before they left. Her heart stuttered. “What’s happened to Kingsley,” she asked worriedly.
“He’s fine. Fine,” he rushed out to assure her. He gave her a smile in way of an apology, “They weren’t able to plan out everything last night. It was hasty and they weren’t able to hide all of their tracks. As soon as they realize Lucius is missing Tonks and her family will be sought out by the Ministry. She abandoned her post protecting the Minister and soon, they’ll be able to trace who apparated them to Azkaban. Voldemort will probably make finding Lucius a top priority,” his voice was rough, “Kings wanted to postpone moving your parents until he had Tonks and her family secure, but Sirius wasn’t going to wait.”
“Is that all of it?” Hermione asked.
He shook his head, “No. Not nearly. There’s much more, but it's best to wait until tonight.”
“I can believe you came here just for all of this. You should be in bed, resting! Not playing solicitor for Sirius or worried about me. I’m sure Professor Dumbledore wouldn’t have minded going over everything with Percy.”
Remus smiled, “I wasn’t going to let that woman be in the same room as you unless Sirius or I were there. Believe me, he wasn’t happy about it either,” he pulled her closer to him, “He agreed only because he was more worried about you then he was about me. I’ll be fine. I promise.”
She nodded and buried her face into his chest. “I appreciate the sentiment. I really do, but don’t do this to yourself, Remus. Especially when you know I’m going to be perfectly fine. What was Umbridge going to do to me with Narcissa Malfoy here?”
Remus chuckled and stood slowly pulling Hermione up with him. He kissed her softly, “No promises.”
“Let me help you through the floo,” she said.
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