Ok! So here's the next chapter and its all back to the office now where we left the two ladies and Harry in chapter 2! Special thank you to thoughs of you who reviewed and read my story, I'm glad to see you're enjoying it so far, and if anyone has anything they would like to see happen between the two witches please let me know and i will try and put it in somewhere in future chapters! ^_^


Hermione looked from Harry to Bellatrix. She noticed Harry's green eyes kept avoiding hers, as he rummaged through several papers in a black brief case on the desk Bellatrix was still seated at. Yet the woman remained still in her chains, with little more than a bored expression on her face with glazed over eyes that stared gloomily out through a window on the far wall.

Unable of what to think of the situation, Hermione decided it was time for action.

"Harry this better not be what I think it is?" She began still looking at him firmly, however he refused to look up at her.

"I'm afraid, that it is exactly what you think it is." He glanced up at her, guilt quite obvious on his expression.

"That's right Granger. You're stuck with me now!" Bellatrix seemed to have livened up a bit and she spun herself around on the chair, giggling to herself.

"Harry no way, you cant possibly expe…."

"I don't but Kingsley said…." He began.

"Oh to hell with Kingsley! Harry she's a Deatheater, murderer, a psychotic lunatic! You know this!" she was almost pleading with him, the last thing she wanted was to have a Deatheater to work with.

"I am here you know!" Bellatrix spat at the brown haired witch, "trust me Granger, I don't like it as much as you! Would rather rot in Azkaban than spend the next year with a mudbl…"

"That's enough! BOTH of you!" Harry stood in front of the two women now, giving each of them warning glares.

However Hermione had heard Bellatrix and turned on Harry for the third time, "A whole year!? Harry that was not in the agreement. Besides, you said I 'get first pick' its what you wrote, in the letter this morning remember? Bellatrix Lestrange doesn't exactly give me much choice does it?!" She was cross with her friend, she felt he had cheated her a little by hiding such important information.

"Hermione look, let me explain," he began again, a little more calmly than before. Hermione opened her mouth to say something but after seeing Harry raise his hand in a polite gesture she allowed him to continue. "Kinsley told me we would get several people, however someone in the Ministry let slip of what was happening and sold the story, of your charm, to the Daily Prophet."

"Who sold it!? They should be sacked immediately Harry!" Hermione was outraged, it was supposed to be a secret between only the highest ranking Aurors and Ministry officials.

"I don't know but.."

"Who would have thought it, the world of politics being so corrupted." Bellatrix mumbled and laughed, but more to herself than to Harry or Hermione, who was shocked by Bellatrixes words but thought better of it than to challenge her at the moment.

"But," he went on, "Kingsley managed to intercept the papers tale, however in doing so said that they could print out that a known Deatheater was about to be tested, and the safest option was, well," he gestured to Bellatrix.

"MEeeeeeeeeee!" Bellatrix screamed in delight as she spun herself on the chair again.

"And as the charm hasn't been completely one hundred percent approved on the test subjects, Lestrange is to be observed by an Auror, for a whole year." He paused and then added, "like the one who invented the charm."

Hermione felt shock ebb through her. How could Harry allow this woman out of Azkaban? Had he forgotten what she had done? Had he forgotten Sirius, Tonks and Lupin, all the people she had killed and tortured? All of these questions bubbled in her mind as she, Hermione contemplated that she was about to have to spend a whole year with her. She could feel her heart drop as she observed the dirty, older looking woman, who stopped spinning and glanced from Hermione to Harry.

"Hermione I am sorry but, if anything goes wrong," he adjusted his tone so that Bellatrix was now listening, "Bellatrix will return to Azkaban where the Dementors kiss awaits." Hermione observed Harry, as a malicious smile crept over his cheeks.
'So he does remember Sirius?" Hermione thought. There was a blubbering whimper from the chair and Bellatrix was biting her lip and was frowning hard at Harry.

"So I take it you will behave Bellatrix?" said Harry, a cold demeanour about him now as he pulled out a piece of parchment from the desk. Hermione waited as the seconds that felt like minutes ticked by, she was desperate for Bellatrix to refuse and have to be sent back to Azkaban where she would never have to see her again. Yet, at the thought of that something inside her bubbled, as if a jealous monster had just woken up within her, and all the monster wanted, was Bellatrix. 'NO! Stop this! She's a killer, its nothing less than she deserves!' she said angrily in her head.

Bellatrix nodded frantically. It was obvious the last place she wanted to be was back in Azkaban.

"Good." Said Harry. "In that case Hermione, come here and sign this form for me." Obviously noticing Hermione's expression he added quickly, "just to say that you agree to perform the charm here with me as a witness and that you agree to allow for Bellatrix to return with you for the next 12 months, and so on so fourth."

Hermione nodded, glancing at the raven-haired witch who was now straining in the chair to watch Hermione sign the parchment.

"Right, now that that's all done," Hermione watched as Harry turned to Bellatrix and began explaining to her about the charm for the next five minutes. "So once you wake up you'll be living with Hermione, and remember, ANY problems you cause, no matter how small, its back to Azkaban understand?" Harry finished as a very bored looking Bellatrix nodded.

Hermione withdrew her wand from its holster shed place it in, she noticed as Bellatrixes eyes followed her movements as she lifted up the skirt of her dress slightly, revealing the wand holster half way up her pale skinned leg. However Hermione pretend not to notice. She readied herself and pointed the wand at Bellatrix who had shut her eyes tightly and clenched her fists in the shackles.

Hermione wondered if the witch was frightened and suddenly felt sorry for her but Harry coughed, bringing Hermione's thoughts back to the process in hand.

She took a deep breath and focused on removing everything evil from the woman in front of her, but her thoughts kept contradicting themselves;

'Do I really want Bellatrix to change?' 'What if it doesn't work?' 'What if it does?' Harry coughed again signalling for her to hurry up with a jolt of his head. Hermione, feeling flustered pointed her wand where she guest, if Bellatrix still had one, her heart would be and spoke clearly, "Refermente!"