Hello everyone! This is actually not my first story, but it is the first on this account and considering it's been 6 years since I have written anything, really, it's like I'm brand new at this again.
Some disclaimers: I do not own Harry Potter! I am merely the owner of this piece and I make 0 money from this (wouldn't it be nice?).
A ton of time went into researching the more historical aspects of the timeline, just because I like to know my dates and names, and since some (a lot) didn't quite fit what I had in mind, I changed them –naturally. This will follow key aspects of the original story, but some have been/will be changed for my creative purposes. Also, no beta! So I apologize for any and all mistakes.
Lastly, this is a Sirius/Hermione story but it will involve a myriad of side pairings, and this is rated M. There will be detailed descriptions of gruesome images, crude language, and eventually sex. All of that, later.
If you liked it, let me know! Speculate and ask questions! Reviews feed my creative juices and although I intend to update twice a week, I may face a delay or two but I may also post bonus chapters!
Tuesday, March 13th of 1945 – Ministry of Magic
Indistinct shouts could be heard all throughout the ministry. People running left and right, aurors and ministry officials were all over London, and protesters gathered angrily around the already crowded atrium. Everything was a disaster.
"I hope you're happy, Minister. Look at what you've done!" Stella said.
"Ms. Cooper, I will not tolerate such accusation. I am hardly the one making a parade of murderous lunatics go on a rampage. Even if muggles are as dirty as the scum beneath my soles, I wouldn't lead psychopaths into wiping them out." Hector said.
"Your lack of action is exactly what caused this mess to break out in the first place! Had you not turned a blind eye on Grindelwald, the diseased list would not be covering every single page of the prophet." Stella said angrily, while rummaging through a cabinet on the floor.
"Well, I would think that you would know how to fix that, Buckley Cooper is your brother after all. Can't you just ask him to cut the names out?" Hector retorted.
"I am trying to save your life here, Hector. We've been friends since the womb, don't you think I deserve a little more than vitriol from you?" Stella said.
As Stella continued to rummage through the cabinet as quickly as she could, Hector used his wand to shrink and pack everything in the office into a suitcase. He couldn't believe it had started. He had to get away. They would kill not only him, but her and her entire family, and not to mention the Cooper line would be wiped out for attempting to help him get away. He had to give it to Julia, there was no other choice. She had to get to Cadmus before they did.
"On the night of Tuesday, March 13th of 1945, Minister for Magic Hector Fawley was found dead in his home in the outskirts of Tutshill. Nothing was out of place, there were no signs of a break in, and the cause of death has been confirmed to be the killing curse. We extend our most sincere condolences to his family." – Buckley Cooper, Editor-in-Chief, Daily Prophet.
Next chapter soon! The Fawley family tree will be explained.