A/N: Sorry, it's pretty late! It's also a rather short chapter but I have the second chapter in process. Thank you so much for your continued support! I'll answer the reviews when I get the chance! Life has been horrible to me lately so I haven't been able to update. Also, I changed my username it used to be . Just letting you know. :)


"What's going on here?" Hermione asked as soon as she stormed into the burrow. In her right hand, a newspaper.

"I see you got the news," Ron said solemnly. Ginny looked up from her hands, and shook her head in protest.

"I don't know what to say first!" Hermione cried in outrage, slamming the newspaper on the table.

"How about you start with when you got back?" Harry answered from the doorway, dryly.

"Harry!" they cried. He made his way over and smiled sheepishly holding his own copy of the Daily Prophet.

"So, I guess I'm the last to show up, huh?" Harry asked smiling as they smothered him in hugs.

"We haven't seen you in a long time!" Ginny cried, scolding him.

"Yeah mate, I was wondering if you were going to show up at all!" Ron said, throwing an arm around his shoulder.

"Too true Harry," Hermione grinned.

"What about you huh, Mione?" Harry asked, crossing his arms. "I haven't seen you this whole summer!"

"Well, I've been busy," Hermione said, tugging on her sweater nervously.

"Yeah, I know," Harry said sympathetic. "Have you ... made progress?"

"Yes," she said, smiling sheepishly."They remember me." She changed the subject quickly. "What are we going to do about this?" She waved the Daily Prophet around in the air for dramatic effect. It worked like a charm.

"Hermione!" yelled Ginny. "You can't possibly think that people are going to agree with this lunacy!"

"Of course not!" Hermione snorted in distaste. "Not if I have anything to do about, that is!"

Ron gaped at Hermione. "You can't possibly think of going to the ministry with this!"

"Of course I am. Why shouldn't I?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow delicately.

"Perhaps you're making too rash decisions," Harry quietly suggested.

"Really Harry? Ever since I heard about this news on the plane ride, I've been going over the appropriate files. I think I'm more than prepared."

"Uh, 'Mione, I'm not prepared?"

She pursed her lips and sighed defeat. "Fine. I'm giving you one day, today, to find out whatever you can to stop this. But tomorrow, I'm going with or without you."

"Sure," Harry agreed fast. He knew many people would storm over today at the ministry, there would practically be a revolt if Hermione showed up now.

"Yeah, we'll go with you, too!" Ron said nodding. "I can't marry a stranger they picked for me!"

"So, tomorrow?" Hermione asked, grinning.

"Tomorrow," they agreed nodding anxiously at Hermione's grin.

"Tomorrow," Hermione said smiling as she walked towards the door. She paused momentarily at the threshold. "See you at three. Be prepared!"


"You've got to be kidding me!" Pansy shrieked. "Draco, do something about this!"

Draco sighed from his seat as the witch in front of him stormed in rage. "I can't do anything about it Pansy."

"Well, try!" Pansy said, sitting down dramatically on his sofa.

"Look, Pansy," Blaise smoothly said, looking at Draco worriedly. "We don't have any real standing anymore in the ministry. You know, the ministry doesn't trust us so they probably won't listen to us if we tried."

"This is just fantastic!" Pansy snarled. "The Ministry will hear about this!"

"That's not a good idea, Pansy," Daphne commented as she stepped out of the Floo. "They'll treat you like a disease and I'm saying it nicely."

"Yeah, try at least to think," Astoria said, pushing Daphne out of the way.

"At least, I'm planning to take action," Pansy responded, lifting her chin higher. "I don't see you doing anything about it."

"Settle down," Draco said as the pair stared each other down. "I think anyone should go to the ministry at all."

"And why not?" Millicent Bulstrode asked. "I agree with Pansy."

"Because no one likes us," Daphne snorted. Half the room glared at her. "What? It's the truth."

"Gee, Daph, don't try to hold back," Blaise sarcastically said, rolling his eyes.

"Daphne's right," Draco said, drawing the attention back to him. "I don't think our opinion is worth much, at least to the ministry."

Pansy stared hard at Draco's face debating the issue internally. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "I'm still going. Trying is better than nothing, of course. I frankly don't care if any of you come, but I'm going."

"Pansy," Daphne said, her voice laced with empathy. "I'm concerned about you. Please think this out."

"There's nothing for you to be worried about," Pansy said, turning toward the Floo. "If anyone bothers to show up, I'll be at the Ministry at 2:30 tomorrow."

"Pansy, we're only worried," Millicent aid, reaching out to touch Pansy's arm.

Pansy shrugged it off and grabbed a handful of Floo powder. "Parkinson Manor!"

"Well, that settles that," Draco said.

Daphne sighed, shaking her head. "I guess we're going, aren't we?"

"I'm afraid so."


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