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Hermione tried her best to adjust her eyes to the unrelenting darkness. After nearly a month in that place, it still wasn't something she had gotten
used to. This place isn't tolerable at all, she thought disdainfully. But of course it wouldn't be, would it? With a groan, she lifted herself off the dirty
floor. It could hardly be called a floor. It was nothing more than dirt, only made slightly presentable by a thin blanket they had so kindly thrown into
her cell. They had been kind enough to give her a body length mirror, only by the request (more like demand) of her old friend Harry Potter. Only
now she could barely describe him as a friend. He was still quite charitable though. Hermione sighed in contentment as she eyed herself through
the dusty mirror. Her hair was no longer as bushy as it was earlier in her life, and her innocent face was delicately hardened into an aristocratic air
about it. I get that from my husband she thought smugly. The thought of her husband sent a slight pang through her heart. It had been almost a
month since they had separated them. She supposed he was doing the same thing that she was now. Making themselves presentable to noone in
particular. But keeping them apart was for the best she supposed. The last time they had been together had been... Well, it had been something
that would go down in both wizard and muggle history. The old Hermione Granger would have been appalled at her arrogance and crave for fame.
But Hermione Malfoy only relished at her new found personality. The old cell door swung open cautiously, breaking her thoughts. Hermione eyed it
with a slight sneer. Whoever it was would be a fool not to tread delicately around her. Minister of magic, Fudge entered the room. Giving her a look
of great hate. "Cornelius." She drawled in a grating voice. "Have you bought my paper?" He threw it unceremoniously at her feet. Though her
composure was calm, she was inwardly lusting to read it. At Harry and Ron's request, Hermione was the only person in that place that was granted
regular updates on the outside world. And as usual, to her great pleasure, she was on the front page. It was a very nice picture
of herself, dressed in a long emerald robe smirking viciously at the readers and a headline in the background. Former Head girl Hermione Granger
indicted in the murders of more than 400 wizards and muggles. Hermione frowned at the headline. Only 400, she thought with displeasure. The
murders had served her purpose at least. Now no more witches would have to suffer what she had to. And it wasn't to late for the witches that
had. "I came to inform you that you have one more day. " Fudges voice interrupted her thoughts. "You mean I'm finally going to trial?" Fudge
smiled unpleasantly at her question. "It means, Mrs. Malfoy , that you and your husband are to be executed shortly for your crimes.
A few months before
Hermione listened intently to the headmaster's speech as she simultaneously fought to keep herself from drifting off to sleep. It had been a long
day. After running after Harry and Ron all day, preparing them as best she could for their potions test, she had also been forced to go shopping
with her good friend, Ginny Weasly. Shopping was not Hermione Granger's thing. No, her thing was studying and reading and almost nothing of
interest to other witches her age. But that was ok with her, she found a lot of witches in her grade too exasperating to handle. with their
unimportant talk of boys and shopping. It was not her thing at all. "And so, Dumbledore's voice droned on, as you know the wizarding worlds
population has dwindled significantly." He stopped his speech and seriously surveyed the quiet students in the great hall. "The fall of Voldemort
has not only taken his life away, but possibly thousands of the magical and muggle residents that were wiped out in the ensuing fire and chaos.
We still have no idea of how many, as scores of bodies have yet to be found, or identified." Hermione shuddered as she eyed the slytherin table.
Perhaps some of them had been killed after the final battle also. There were only a few younger slytherin first through 6th years. Those who were
old enough to fight for or against Voldemort had yet to return. She had heard a rumor that what was left of them would be returning after they
had taken care of funeral arrangements for their families. She couldn't help but feel sorry for them. If the good side had lost THEY would've been
the ones making arrangements for dead family. Or would have been dead themselves. "The ministry of magic has come up with a solution to
improve the quantity of the wizarding world." Dumbledore paused, and for the first time since she had ever known him, he had
seemed uncomfortable. "As you know many pure blood families are deeply in-breded. This has produced an inability to have a certain amount of
children in pureblood women, as inbreeding causes certain fertility problems and insanity. The ministry has enacted a marraige law. From now on
all witches of age must marry someone not in their blood group. Purebloods must marry any half blood or muggle-born, and muggleborns must
marry halfbloods or pure-bloods. It is forbidden for two muggleborns to marry as it greatly increases the possibility of a squib offspring, and squibs
barely count as a part of the wizarding world and therefore will not be part of its population." The great hall was silent, but not for long. People
rose indignantly from all sides of Hermione. Shouts of protest were heard all around. The slytherin table were shouting something about having
to be tainted if they touched a mudblood. Others were yelling "What about love!" and staunch protests of "Well what if we don't!" Dumbledore
remained quiet through all of this until he had had enough. "Silence!" The great hall fell quiet. Dumbledore continued on. "If you refuse to
coop-orate your memories will be obliverated of the wizarding world and all your possesions stripped. You will be nothing short of homeless and
thrown out into the muggle world. If you choose to agree you will enter an unbreakable vow with your chosen mate. In which case if you try to
back out of it, you will die."