A/N: This is the new and improved His. Hope you still like it! After talking to curiostilykils, she has kindly allowed me to borrow her idea as long as I changed some stuff which I was happy to do. So I hope to keep my main plot, just certian things are changed, Hermione is not a Healer, she works for the Ministry, and I will be changing some of the dialog. I wanted to say a special thanks to Hannah, bzsiler, whirlwind29, Elizabeth, ShadowKissedGallagherGirlLexia, nostalgiakills, EdhelwenOnieta, and La Belladonna! Without them I probably given up and not even tried writing a new version, even after I was given the ok, and the biggest thank you of all to Curiositykils for letting me use her idea!
Disclaimer: The idea belongs to curiositykils and has kindly let me borrow it and the characters belong to J.K.R.
The teenager hissed in pain as they poked and prodded him. He was strapped down to a metal table and could hear the murmur of voices all around him, but couldn't distinguish what they were saying over the rushing of his blood in his ears. He felt several needles enter him at once and his blood became liquid fire. He thrashed and pulled against the restraints to no avail. It felt like eons before he finally became numb to the pain. He had tried to think of anything else to distract his mind, but he couldn't even remember his own name or why he was here. The harder he tried to remember, the more his head hurt. He had small flashes of green and silver, a man who looked more like a snake than man, a regal couple with white blonde hair, and a bushy mane of curly hair. They cycled through his head as the numbness of his body was once again replaced by a raging fire racing through his veins. His body bowed off the table and a feral scream erupted from his throat as the restraints finally gave away. The metal links snapped like string and he ferociously swiped an arm at those nearest to him. Spells were flying at him every which way but he paid them no mind as he tried to escape his prison. He was almost to the door when he felt a prick in his neck. He growled and swiped at the offending object, but it was too late, whatever they injected him with was already working. He felt his eyelids growing heavier and heavier. The fight was slowly leaving his body and he slumped to the ground. The last thing he heard were the angry voices of the doctors and scientist around him.
* Four years later*
Hermione Granger was a woman of habit. Since the war ended five years ago, she had taken her N.E.W.T.s and passed with flying colors. She had acquired a job after completing her exams and clawed her way to the top in just a few short years. She was now Deputy Head of the Department of Relation and Regulating of Magical Creatures and Crossbreeds. She had managed to pass several laws involving house elves, werewolves, centaurs, and other mistreated and misunderstood beings in the magical world. Everyday, she would walk the short distance to work, buy a cup of coffee, a bagel, and the newest edition of the Daily Prophet. She would arrive at the Ministry and would converse lightly with some of her co-workers before settling in her office and began her morning.
On this particular morning, she had woke with a peculiar feeling in the pit of her stomach. It had come out weeks ago that the Auror department had been tipped off about some suspicious activity going on in an abandoned muggle hospital. They had not be prepared for what they had found. Harry and Ron were Aurors and had been telling Hermione as much as they could without breaking their oath, and from what she had learned, she got sick after they finished their story. The next day, the Daily prophet had come out with their story which had far less details than what Hermione had learned from Harry and Ron.
Ministry Raid Gone Bad
On a routine raid, the Auror team sent out last night encountered one of the most gruesome sight they had seen since the War. Many described it as a scene out of a muggle horror film. "There were several rooms with individuals strapped to hospital beds having been tortured and experimented on." Said one of the Aurors who wished to remain unnamed. It was a horrible sight to behold. At least 34 witches and wizards have been found and shipped to St. Mungo's. The Aurors have refused to name any names or disclose where they will be taken in the hospital. That's all the information we have been given now folks, but rest assured, we here at the Daily Prophet will be on top of this, bringing you the latest news.
Hermione shivered at that thought. She had been at work for about an hour now and was elbows deep in new law petitions and complaint forms, she was so engrossed in her work she didn't notice her boss walk in.
"Good morning Miss Granger." She started and spilled her ink all over the desk.
"Oh sweet Merlin sir! I didn't hear you come in! What can I do for you?" Her boss Herman Brennan chuckled.
"I have a proposition for you I believe you'll find hard to turn down." Hermione sat up straighter at his tone. "With everything going on with the victims of that hospital the Aurors found, there have been some discoveries and the Ministry feels that your expertise is needed. Now before I can disclose any more information, I need to know whether you are interested. If so, I need you to meet me in my office in an hour." With that he nodded and left her office.
Hermione sat back in her desk surprised by his offer. She had heard rumors of what had gone on and what condition they were in. Harry and Ron were always gone to the new out of hospital ward they had to set up because there wasn't a secure enough ward at St. Mungo's. After the war, she had started a tentive friendship with Pansy Parkinson, who had put her head in the right place and trained to be a Healer. Her along with Ginny Potter worked along each other in magical mishaps ward. They had been on duty when the prisoners were brought in and now stayed at the new ward. Harry, being Harry, had demanded that he be one of the Aurors that monitored the new ward, and of course where Harry went, Ron went. Hermione had been feeling quit lonely since they had taken up this new job and decided that she would take up the offer.
An hour later found Hermione sitting in Mr. Brennan's office along with Kingsley Shaklebolt and Mr. Brennan. "I'm glad you decided to do this Miss Granger, you'll be a big help in coordinating things. Now, you'll have to take a Vow to help protect those that were harmed and make sure nothing leaks to the press." Hermione nodded her head eagerly and the preformed a Vow.
"Now Miss Granger, I know Aurors Potter and Weasley weren't able to inform you much but I am here to fill in the blanks. The victims we found had been tortured and experimented on forming new races of magical creatures. We had a problem brought to our attention that needs fixed. What will happen to these men and women once they're healed? Do they fall under current laws or should new ones be made? That's where you come in. We need you there to talk to them and get to know them, and we have complete trust in you to do the right thing. You'll have to pack your things as you will be staying on site with the Healers and Aurors. I have a portkey here that will be activated at noon tomorrow and will transport you to a secure location and an Auror will meet you there and take you to the final destination. I must warn you though, keep a safe distance, there are some that are feral and out for revenge against anyone that they do not trust. Have a good day Miss Granger." With that, Auror Shaklebolt nodded to her and swept out of the room after he handed her a small coin. Her boss dismissed her for the rest of the day to make the necessary arrangements for tomorrow.
Hermione arrived home with her head swimming with new information. She took a shower and proceeded to pack up the things she needed. She had called her mother and father and let them know her situation and they promised to take care of her flat until she could come back. She laid down and fought to go to sleep.
The next morning dawned bright and early. Hermione slowly woke and laid in her bed collecting her thoughts. She looked at her clock. 9 AM. She was usually long at work by now, but she had decided to sleep in a little then she was going to recheck that she had packed the proper stuff and wait until noon when her portkey activated. She stretched languidly and yawned before standing up and grabbing a pair of jean capris, undergarments, a light pink camisole, a white V-neck tee. and gold gladiator sandals. Since becoming friend with Pansy Parkinson, Hermione's style had changed from frumpy and prudish to more casually trendy. She showered and got dressed before applying brown eyeliner, pink eye shadow to match her shirt, a layer of mascara, and a nude gloss on her lips.
After checking 3 different times, Hermione's nerves were frazzled as she repacked the last of her thing again. She paced her apartment until she heard the alarm on the portkey go off. She stood up straighter and squared her shoulders. Whatever was coming her way, she could take, she was Hermione Granger of course! With that final thought, she shrunk her luggage and waited to be whisked away.
Upon her landing, Hermione stumbled a bit but was caught by a strong hand grabbing her arm. She looked up and came face to face with a grinning Harry.
"Harry! It's so good to see you!" Hermione quickly wrapped her arms around him and gave him a quick hug.
"It's good to see you to Hermione! The girls are anxious to see you, they've missed you loads." Hermione beamed. " Best not to keep them waiting, come on then." Ever the gentleman, Harry offered his arm to her and apparated them to the unknown location. They landed at the gates of an ancient mansion by the looks of it. As if he could read her mind, Harry spoke. "This is one of the mansions the Ministry took after the war, there's enough rooms and space for everyone. If you should need help navigating or anything, we have hired a couple of house elves. Mipsy, Norvell, Kansy, and Arond. Just say their name and they'll be there to help you." As he finished talking, they stood upon massive doors leading into the mansion.
Before entering, Harry turned to look at her, seeming to appraise her. "I hope you're ready for this Hermione." With that, the doors opened and they stepped into chaos. Hermione cringed at the howls of pain and the threatening growling coming from somewhere inside the large Manor. Her and Harry walked up several flights of stairs and down a long hallway before he finally told her they had arrived at her room.
"Mine and Ginny's is just there down the hall and Pansy's is across from you. Lunch is served at one so you have a little bit of time to freshen up." He started to walk away before he turned back. "I'm really glad you're here Hermione, maybe they'll calm down enough to talk to you and get some more information from them, they haven't given the Healers anything." She nodded to her friend and walked into the most beautiful room she had ever seen. It was almost as large as her entire flat at home! The largest four poster bed she had ever seen sat in the middle of the furthest wall adorned in dark blue bedding. The entire room was dressed in mahogany furniture including the bed, a dresser, vanity, bookshelf, and a chest that sat at the end of her bed. The walls were a pristine white with blue garnishing tastefully throughout the entire thing. She sighed happily, she would be staying in style.
Hermione had just walked out of the bathroom when she heard a knock on her door. "Coming!" She made sure she was presentable before answering the door. Twin smiling faces of her two best girl friends sat on the other side. Ginny and Pansy quickly enveloped her in a fierce hug.
"Oh Hermione, we're so glad to see you! This whole thing is so crazy! You wouldn't believe who they've brought in and what's been done to them!" Pansy gushed everything in one breath. Hermione laughed at the antics of her friend. Merlin she missed them!
"Pansy! Take a breath and slow down!" Ginny tried calming her friend. The head Healer in this project instructed them to brief Hermione and catch her up. After lunch, Hermione was in for the shock of her life.