Own Nothing.

Two.


It was the next morning, and she had ended up in the chair in her study. When she sat up, she back popped at different levels, groaning she stood up. She grabbed her now very cold cup of tea and walked out of the room.

She stood at the doorway, staring at the man at her kitchen table. She watched as he read her copy of the Daily Prophet. She had thought it was just a dream, this man coming back from the dead. "Miss!" She turned to see Winky in the kitchen. "Morning Miss. Winky saw that you were asleep in the study chair. Winky made breakfast!"

Hermione nodded, placing her cup in the sink and grabbing another. Winky poured her a cup of coffee and Hermione went to the table and stared at him again. This time, after a sip of her wamr coffee, she realized that he was in her seat. The seat that she sits in at every meal. Sighing, Hermione took the seat across from him, all the while, he never looked up from the paper. "Winky told Young Master that the seat he was in was your seat. But Young Master insisted that it was his." WInky stated, placing a place of pancakes in front of Hermione.

"It seems that we have a lot in common." He replied, turning hte page.

"We do, but I don't expect you to be here for to long." Hermione replied.

He finally looked up, eyebrow arched. "Oh, and why is that Miss Granger?"

"I had informed the Minister of your coming back last night when I reutrned to the study. I expect him any minute now actually." She began to cut up her pancakes. "I don't know what to do with you, but hte minister might."

"We'll see then." He replied, looking back down at the paper.

"We shall." Hermione replied and it was silence while she eat her breakfast. When she had finished, she got up, placing her dishes in the sink and walked upstairs to her room.

She took a quick shower and changed into a clothes that Winky had set out for her. She walked down stairs to see the Kingsley was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee, staring at Barty Crouch Jr like had grown a second head. "My thoughts exactly." Hermione replied, grabbing her cup from the table and refilling it.

"Can I have a cup to?" Barty asked from the table. She looked over her shoulder and he was still reading the paper.

"Sure. Milk?" She asked, knowing that it would probably be yes. She set the cup next to him and took a seat between the two men. "Okay, what's the plan?" She asked the Minister of Magic. He glanced quickly over at her before turning back to Crouch.

"I think I need to take Mr. Crouch back to the Ministry and evaluate him. To see if he is f any threat and depending on the evaluation, he will be placed back in Azkaban or in some other facility."

Barty looked up, glaring at the Minister as he finished. "I'm fine right here, thanks." He stared at the Minister as he turned the page. "This is my house anyway."

"My house." Hermione stated. "Mr. Crouch, do I have to show you the deed?"

"Miss Granger, this house has been in my family for centuries, I find it hard to believe that you would think that it belongs to you, even if some piece of paper says it does."

"The government says it does too." She sneered, leaning forward on the table. "And besides Crouch, once you came out as a death Eater, the house was immediately taken out of your holding. As well as your vaults. So now you need to go with the nice Minister and get everything sorted out."

He leaned forward as well, propping himself up on his elbow. "So lets say that we get this all sorted out, alright? There's no mark on me, saying that I belong to the Dark Lord. What then? Will I be set free? Can I live a normal life?"

"Lets just see how you do on the evaluation. Come one Mr. Crouch, we have to get going." The Minister stood , signaling that Barty Crouch Jr. should do the same.

He stood up, standing by the Minister, but he was turned to Hermione. "Fine, I will go. But if I'm set free, what about the Marriage Law?"

"What about it?" Hermione asked, her breath caught, he wouldn't rat her out, would he?

"You're of age, aren't you Miss. Granger. And I want to keep this house in my family." He whispered, leaning down towards her. "I'm sure we can come to some arrangement." He stepped back and let the Minister take a hold of him.

She could hear them disappeared through the Floo network. "Miss, Me thinks that the Young Master just proposition you." Winky stated from the kitchen way. Hermione looked over to her and sighed, nodding.

"I think he did to." She whispered. "And I think that I don't have much of a choice."