Chapter 11
They raided their house and they took Dean with them.
Not only did they forget that Nascissa Malfoy née Black could bypass the wards but could see under the concealment charms that her family was known for.
Andromeda, Hestia, Rosmerta and Kingsley started to mobilise people when the capture order for Hermione blessed the front pages of The Prophet. It opened wounds and called flashbacks of a time that people couldn’t forget about, but didn’t want to repeat anytime soon. Her picture as an enemy of the people, not four years after being awarded an Order of Merlin for her services in the war, was an aggressive wake-up call.
This was the little push Ron was talking about, the turning point, he just hoped it wasn’t too late. He promised himself that he would do anything to avoid Hermione even entering the DoM, the odds of her coming back were low, no matter what Luna, Harry o Lucius sodding Malfoy said, if you could come back from the Veil, the bloody teams of unspeakables over the ages would’ve known about it. They would save her like she used to save them, and he would make sure that the world they lived in would stop attacking her and muggle- borns, Merlin!That was a promise.
The D.A, Bill, Fleur and Andromeda were on their way to Lestrange Manor. Dean and Hermione aren’t in the holding cells of the DMLE and Pansy and Dean shared rings with locator spells. They were at Lestrange Manor. Andromeda was there to help heal whomever needed it either for the fight or the state the prisoners were in. Bill and Fleur were waiting for the signal of the other team, there were more than two hundred people taking the Ministry, they would attack at the same time.
“I can take off the wards with you” Parkinson told Fleur and Bill
The moment she knew they took Dean she charged with chaotic energy, being too close to her was asphyxiating.
Fleur Looked at her from head to toe and smirked “bah, Allez-y , Je vous en prie”
Kingsley’s Lynx ran towards them, the signal, and the three of them attacked the wards, Bill with right angles and precision, Fleur with lethal elegance, Parkinson with raw power.
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So much for two weeks
This is not what she thought people meant when they said that her work ethic was going to kill her. Molly Weasley was right all along. Perish the thought
They bound her and silenced her to a chair, the chair was a nice detail, not everybody got a seat in this, what should she call it? Hearing? She doesn't have a lawyer, no witnesses, the press was only Rita on a side of the room looking like she was going to piss herself, even Skeeter knew this was fucked up and that there was no coming back from this.
A Lady who looked like a toddler’s rendition of Pansy, was reading her charges. Narcissa was standing in silence behind Parkinson, actually looking at her for the first time in… ever, her expression serene, peaceful. The rest of the present were who she guessed were the wives, and, if Hermione wasn’t a woman on a mission she would be asking herself: What is Dolores Umbridge doing here anyway? She felt the need to smirk at the running comment in her head.
The ceiling shook, Odd
Mrs Parkinson was going on and on reading what looked like two feet of parchment on charges. She would feel remorse if she wasn’t so incensed that they were blaming only her and counting Harry and Ron as innocent bystanders, she was sure her hair was sparkling and growing, she must look a head taller by now.
“… Recently she harassed and stalked an estimated member of the press with threats in the form of taxidermied insects, in her house we found pamphlets instigating violence and sedition, plots for a coup d’etat, confidential files stolen from the Ministry’s archives…”
Bugger! I forgot about those!
“…..The Grimoires…”
How did they get those? They were heavily concealed.
“… of Four of the Noble most ancient Pureblood Families, that don’t belong to her, having these in her possession is the equivalent of stealing family’s magic and is one of the greatest sins of our World…”
That's right !! Narcisa Malfoy née Black !! How could I be so stupid?
“… we also found among her things….”
There 's more? A bit of an overkill
“… a compilation where she proudly exhibits her crimes, demonstrating her lack of remorse and mental stability….”
Rita left the room
“…. Do you recognize this book?”
The bloody scrapbook !
I’m gonna kill you Ronald Bilius Weasley, once I'm back from the dead I’m gonna push you right in. How humiliating !
“Do you recognize any of these documents?”
The parchments and cuttings from the wall, Justin, Antoine Pruet, Narcissa’s Unicorn emporium, The Families mottos, talks about bonds, tokens, life debts, a polaroid….
Stop
Rewind
Life debts
Silence, no running commentary, no gears, numb
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“I found Dean!” Cried Zabini from the end of the Hall. He and Nott came to help Pansy and Dean.
“Pansy and I have Finch-Fletchley and Creevy” said Nott.
“I can’t find Hermione, She’s not here , She’s not here” Ginny was screaming and crying, Harry didn’t want to think about it, it couldn’t be.
“Let’s go to Azkaban, they hate her, she must be there” Ron was out of breath, raw throat from calling Hermione’s name.
A beetle patronus stopped in front of them “Miss Granger is being retained and judged in the death Room, she’s about to be executed, I left the chamber to send you this message and they have sealed it from the inside, I’m joining Mister Shacklebolt to open the doors”
They didn’t need to hear the rest, they were bolting out of the door to the apparition point
“STOP” yelled Luna “the life debts”
They had decided not to recognize the life debts unless it was absolutely necessary. They didn’t want that hanging over Hermione’s head if she didn’t cross the Veil.
“What are you doing mate? Let’s go!”
They could run but they might be late.
“Hermione Jean Granger you owe The House of Potter a life debt”
Malfoy Manor
“Ron, love, please”
“Hermione Jean Granger you owe the House of Weasley a life debt”
The troll in the Bathroom
“ Andromeda! Let’s say it together please” “Hermione Jean Granger you owe the House of Black a Life Debt”
The department of Mysteries
They disappareated
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The Walls Shook and the women looked scared.
Hermione’s brain restarted with a song “No, no, no , no ,no ,no” that could be translated to “shite, shite, shite , shite, shite” she was at the verge of crying, trembling, they fucked up, her arrogance was getting her killed.
“Let’s get on with it before they destroy the room” The only words that Narcissa Malfoy would say that night
Umbridge levitated her towards the Veil
Morgana Circe and Nimue, what am I going to do?
Do something, Hermione, Think!
It says Life debts, it never says who owes who right? Was it written that way or was it because Mr Malfoy said it?
Will it be enough?
House of Black you owe Hermione Jean Granger a life debt
Third year, Buckbeak, bombarda
House of Weasley you owe Hermione Jean Granger a life debt
First year, Devil’s snare
The doors open and people start flooding in, some wives are dueling, others drop their wands, Mrs Malfoy shields Hermione, Umbridge and herself. Someone breaks the shield and disarms Umbridge. Hermione falls head on on her face one foot away from the ominous arch.
BLOODY HELL THAT HURTS
“HERMIONE!!!!”
“George!” She croaks trying to stand up, she turns and sees him running towards her, Umbridge tries to levitate her again, this time with Hermione’s own wand but it doesn’t respond to her.
Mrs Malfoy turns to see her and says her last words “Depulso”
Dolores Umbridge and Hermione Granger were no more.