Author's Notes:So this idea came to me as I was listening to music. Obviously. Tell me what you guys think of the plotline so far, and I might see where it takes us! Thanks for checking it out and I hope you enjoy!

This is a bit different than my usual trope. I am pretty DH compliant except for Remus's death... for which I might go into later on if that peaks your interest!


Sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise

Tired of all these cameras flashing, sick of being poised

And now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it

Already choking on my pride, so there's no use crying about it

Halsey "Castle"

Camera flashes were the first to greet her as she stepped from the Ministry and the witch inwardly groaned. She was wearing a simple black dress, but it did not occur to her that it would be the first thing the public saw her in after the bill was passed.

"Miss Granger! A comment if you please!" Someone screamed as she reached for Harry's outstretched arm.

"Miss Granger!"

"Hermione Granger!"

It was all so overwhelming as she clung to her friend and Ron shadowed them. The ministry had turned off the floo network into the building so that it wouldn't be filled entirely with press.

"Does this represent how Muggleborns see the pureblood population?" a reported questioned as she walked by.

"No comment," Harry spat at him.

"Do you believe this bill will make it easier for muggleborns to be welcomed into society?" another reporter shouted, his quill moving furiously over his notepad.

"No comment, you leeches," Ron snapped and they pushed through toward their exiting point.

Kingsley and his bright ideas… she could spit nails at him. He felt it was important to not run from the press but to let them have their pretty pictures of her as they wrote about her bill that was passed.

"Keep your eyes peeled," Harry remarked toward Ron as they turned away from the masses.

She knew she wasn't particularly in danger, but she could be. The bill was a blow toward purists and their denial of muggleborns being naturally magical. If she received any ill press like her last bill, it was going to amount to a bloodbath. Hermione Granger two months prior to this huge antiprejudice movement had a werewolf rights bill approved. She was covering her bases and did so with impeccable timing.

This was the accumulation of it all now. Not only did the bill release antidiscrimination… it was the start of a new school. One of which she believed would be the hallmarks of a new era. It was for conditionally hindered children like werewolves as well as an optional branch for muggleborns who wanted to learn about the magical community a summer before Hogwarts.

Preparatory. Summer camp. Call it what you wish, it was Hermione's relief that it was passed along side her anti prejudice laws. It would start small. There were far too many younger werewolves from the war in need of counsel and guidance. Far too many muggleborns completely stunned by the different do's and don'ts of their world. Hermione considered her curiosity a gift, but not many were as well rehearsed as her when being exposed to magic at first.

They had finally disappeared into the crowd and entered Weasley's Wheezes. Harry released her arm and the door was locked behind them. Camera flashes were still appearing through the windows as she rubbed her face and took a glance.

"Look at those flies. Love, you must smell pretty ripe for them to be so flustered," Sirius's voice entered the room and she turned to him.

"I suppose making myself scarce is going to be a necessity after this," she murmured as the marauder was shuffling through jiggle jinx wands.

He was wearing a pair of sunglasses and a hat; completely out of his wardrobe style. The witch could only assume that he was instructed to dress very muted so there would be less for the reporters to talk about. Harry had just finished shutting the blinds and George tossed her an apple.

"Eat, Hermione. We can't leave for the next twenty minutes and you look like you might fall over," George pressed as he glanced out the window.

Ron scowled as he walked around the shop. "This is ridiculous. Don't they have something better to do than to make her out to be some sort of messiah?" he grumbled.

Hermione and Ron were not on the best of terms. He severed his interests in her a year back after she started this chaotic mission. He had no interests in her determination after he realized it wasn't going to dissipate after the war ended. The witch knew it was the right thing for them both; she wanted to solve injustice and he wanted a wife.

"I am not a messiah, Ronald. I am just the witch who stood up and showed a scar," she huffed and pulled her sleeve down further.

Harry laughed and twirled his finger in the air. "The last time someone was famous with a scar, it was an eighteen-year event, Hermione," he snickered and Sirius snorted in reply.

"She is getting more press than me after I hillywhoed outta the veil," Sirius teased and Hermione furrowed her brow at him.

"Houdini'ed, Sirius," she corrected him and bit into the apple. "Besides, this is the best recourse for our world," she reminded them after swallowing the bite.

"An Order of Merlin Second Class wasn't enough for you?" Ron questioned sharply and George threw a balled up sock at him.

"Stuff it, Ronnie. She should be a first class after this business," George snarled and Sirius hemmed.

"Yes, well, now she will have her pick of all the outrageous suitors that come her way," the animagus declared and Hermione waved her half eaten apple at him.

"Stop that. Don't wish that upon me, Sirius. I received a letter from some Arabian king recently. He wanted to marry me because of my work and beauty. I kindly refused due to not wanting to relocate," She exhaled and Harry laughed.

"You should've heard Ginny yelling at her for it. He offered her twelve of his best horses and more gold than in Gringotts."

Their conversation was interrupted by a distant voice. "Anyone there?"

Hermione gasped and grinned before running to the back of the store. She flung open the office and saw a face poking out of the embers. "Remus!" she exclaimed and he smiled.

"There you are, I was wondering if I was going to hear any news. How did the Wizengamot go?" The werewolf asked and she chewed her lip.

"Are you ready to work?" she replied with a smirk and he gasped.

"You didn't? You got it passed?"

She nodded and approached the fire. "Yes, I did. Kingsley told me that they're willing to use some of the excess elective spending for the camp. Whatever isn't covered by the Ministry will be taken care of by my non-profit." Hermione finished and she heard clapping.

"Good show, Hermione!" Andromeda cheered from the other side of the fireplace.

"I suppose we will have a meeting soon to discuss the location and all the tidbits of detail?" Remus inquired, his smile gleamed in the flames.

"Of course, I have it all prepared and have set up a meeting with the Minister. We will all sit down and have dinner this week to get started on the project."

The werewolf's head bobbed a little in the fire. "Most certainly. Don't forget to send a big bouquet of flowers to Minerva for her consideration."

Hermione laughed and tilted her head. "I will. Give Teddy a kiss for me and tell him I will see him tonight? I am not going back to my flat due to security issues. Harry doesn't want me to be accessible for any reason." She replied, and Remus hummed.

"Very sound plan. I will cook your favorite. Congratulations, Hermione. We're all very proud of you," Remus murmured, and the witch bright beamed, her cheeks slightly tinted.

"Thank you, tootles," she teased and waved.

"Goodbye," Remus finished, and the fire flickered before returning to normal.

"Love, are you all done with Moony so we can go to our next stop before going back to your place?" Sirius asked as he entered the office.

Hermione stood up and brushed her knees off. "Yes, let's go do this bloody photo opt before I lose nerve. Only Kingsley would suggest a picture shaking hands with men who don't even understand the reason this is important," she grumbled.

Sirius slanted his head and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Well, Wizengamot seats are and always will be held by tossers. Only intellect seen in those sessions are the witches who stand up with a scar on their arm," he said with a small smile.

She closed the distance between them and he hugged her. "Thanks, Sirius. I am glad you are coming."

"Moony would've too if it wasn't going to take away from your story. We'll always make sure you are safe, Hermione. Top priority especially since we both owe you so much," He whispered and she snorted.

"You don't owe me anything. I tell Remus that all the time. The world needed change and I just happen to write a silly bill to do it," she retorted.

"Let's go before Ron ends up dead from Georgie strangling him. I am not sure why Harry wanted him here, but it isn't my place to judge," The animagus replied and they parted.

"Alright, let's go finish this," she said with a nod before they joined the others.


A bright green spoon swirled in the air as a young blond boy was making sounds before swallowing it's contents. The paper next to him rustled as pages were flipped and the small appearance of blond was seen over it. Everything was pretty peaceful until a striking thump of the table made the child jump.

"The nerve of that little mudblood!" Lucius's voice snarled.

"Are you just angry because she passed the bill or because she made you look bad, father?" Draco responded without putting down the pages.

Narcissa entered the room and tutted. "Lucius, darling, you need to let this go. Help Scorpius eat his breakfast."

"No!" The boy shouted with a glare.

Draco chuckled and set down the Daily Prophet. "He's in an independent mood, mother. No use trying." He turned to his son and tilted his head. "Aren't you? You aren't going to let anyone help you this morning."

"No! This is my breakfast!" Scorpius screamed and jostled the bowl in front of him.

Narcissa rolled her eyes and sat down. "Tindy!" she called out and the small house elf appeared.

"Yes, Mistress?" she asked with a squeaky voice.

"Tea and breakfast for us," Narcissa responded and the small elf bowed.

"Yes, Mistress. Tindy will get it," Tindy said and disappeared just as fast.

"I quite like this camp idea. Astoria would have been the first to volunteer to help with it if she was here," Draco mused, his expression was neutral but his eyes showed pain.

"Summer camp for mudbloods and half-breeds," Lucius snarled and slid into a chair. "It's absolutely ridiculous!"

Draco rolled his eyes and exhaled. "You should run that name by her, father. I am sure she would love to irritate you even more."

"Your son will be going to school with monsters. Doesn't that even remotely bother you?" Narcissa asked with a grimace.

"No!" Scorpius snapped and slapped the table.

Draco turned to the boy and folded his arms over his chest. "Now, that's enough, spawn of Malfoy," he said with an authoritative tone.

The boy gave his father a challenging stare before he realized the argument was no longer in his grasp. "I want more juice," he murmured and Draco hemmed.

"More juice, please," Draco corrected him and the boy nodded.

"Please," Scorpius reiterated and Draco dropped his posture.

Draco poured more apple juice for the child in his small cup with a sigh. "Four years old and you are already pressing my nerves," Draco muttered, but his smile gave him away.

"Daddy, can we see the peacocks?" Scorpius asked with a thoughtful expression.

"Better than listening to your grandfather complain about something he cannot change," Draco responded and Lucius bristled.

"I'll have you know, son, that this is a reflection on our entire family," Lucius hissed and Narcissa shook her head.

"Well, you chose not to shake her hand," she reminded him and Lucius sneered.

"I had every right to decline!" Lucius's eyes glinted as he shouted.

Draco waved them off after sipping his tea. "It doesn't matter. She was going to get her bill passed the minute she spoke about being condemned during the war. Times have changed. Mudblood is a more prohibited word to use now than a forbidden curse. Stop with this insanity," the young Malfoy snapped and glared over at his father. "I will not raise my son around someone who cannot relinquish his old flawed beliefs."

Lucius arched an eyebrow at him and glowered. "Then go, Draco. I will not change what I believe in because some mudblood thinks she's a goddess!"

Narcissa huffed as Tindy set plates and teacups down for them at the table. "Lucius, you are not going to disown him because of a ridiculous bill. Calm yourself," she snapped and Lucius slammed his fist on the table.

"Wife! You are pressing my nerves as well," he snarled, but Narcissa groaned.

"Likely a case of the reverse, husband," she snickered viciously before sipping her tea.

"Come now, Scorpius. We are going to let your grandfather and grandmother decide if they are going to be in a better mood after we get dressed," Draco said to his son as he helped the boy down.

"Then we'll go play?" the child questioned as he gazed up at Draco.

"Yes, we'll get dressed and go play. Let's go," Draco responded simply, leaving the older Malfoys to their awful moods.