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It was a nice warm day when all hell broke loose. The minister was dead, and after Voldemort the wizarding world

had just started to feel secure. Now it was tense again, it was obvious that the minister had been murdered. A

Sorrowful Hermione Granger had discovered his body while attempting to make amends for her previous actions.

Though they were happy to have her back, Harry and Ron couldn't help but notice something off about their

friend. They had seen her once. It was at the ministry a few hours after Fudge's murder. They had arrived quickly.

Hermione had been happy to see them as always, but Harry had noticed she stayed a little to close to Draco.

They had married, it had shocked everybody seeing as she was once so venomously against it at first. When

Ron had tried to pull her aside an older ministry worker had stopped him. "Nobody talks to Mrs. Malfoy alone."

He had said sternly. Hermione gave him a small smile. "Sorry Ron, i'm a little in the middle of business right now."

They stared at her, confused. "Hermione has been through a lot, Weasley, back off!" Exclaimed Malfoy. Ron

glared back at him. "What have you done to her!" Hermione sighed. She didn't want to hurt her friends, but

she wanted to put this plan into action. Smiling sweetly at them, Hermione went over to Harry. "I thought I'd

be the first to tell you, I'm trying to become minister of magic!" It was silent amongst the friends. "Hermione,

began Harry, I don't think the wizengamot would vote a student minister of magic." He was concerned for his

friend, she had never had such wild visions before. "We can be persuasive." She replied back, slyly. Ron looked

confused. "Who's we?" Hermione just smiled back at them. That had been days ago. Harry frowned as he stared

at the paper. He looked over at Ron who was just coming into the great hall with his fiancee. "Did you hear?"

Ron sighed. "Yeah it's everywhere, who hasn't? Ginny came over and sat down next to Harry. "Can you believe

it. Hermione Granger youngest minister of magic ever?" Harry shook his head. "She is the smartest person I know,

but it seemed a little to quick and easy." "Maybe the Wizengamot were under the imperious." Ron said. Ginny

frowned "I don't think Hermione would do that." Harry agreed. "There is something off about her though."

Nobody could argue with that. "As her friends, we'll find out what." They all agreed. At the ministry Hermione

was having no such problems. Though there was much controversy over her being elected minister of magic,

there was nothing anybody could do about it now. Thanks to some bribes she had complete control. It was time

for things to be run how they should have in the first place. The first thing that she wanted to do was get rid of

that marriage law. After that she would ensure equal rights for creatures that didn't have it before. She was sure

that things were going to work out for the better. She frowned as Draco entered the room. "What's wrong with

you?" He frowned at her. "Somebody was asking too many questions." Hermione glared at him. "What do you

mean was." She hissed. "I took care of him, alright!" He snapped. "You can't just go killing people we can't raise

any suspicions!" Draco smirked. "What else would you have had me do, i'm bored. You're running things until

I can take over the other countries." He argued. She sighed. "You can help me." He laughed "You can do all the

saving people crap but that's not for me." Hermione felt furious "Well you can't be off terrorizing everyone over

there while i'm trying to make things better here who would believe that?" He shrugged. "It won't matter then,

there won't be anything anybody can do then." He left before she could respond. Hermione groaned and looked

up at her picture. "What do we do now?" To the average person coming into the office the painting might have

been seen as an ordinary self portrait. But Hermione's associates knew better. It smiled at her. "Seal all of their

records, we can't have people digging up things on the new ministry." Hermione frowned. "I thought that they

were all cleared of being death eaters already?" "They have, but I want that little information to go away

permanently. It will be like it never even happened." Hermione nodded. It was only a small price to pay to

insure that she would succeed. People needed help and that was what Hermione was there for. She was

certain she could run the ministry better than anyone ever could. At least that's what she was trying to convince

herself of. In another part of the ministry Blaise was trying to get some answers. He had been searching all day

on the history of Draco's ancestral home. To finally solve the mystery behind the painting and the house. At

least he was trying too. Most records just simply didn't exist beyond the basic marriage certificates. Blaise

sighed, there had to be an answer about how that painting came to be. And what had happened to her parents?

After her disappearance they had left and built Grimmauld place. Something must have happened there. "What

are you doing over here?" Blaise looked up to see Draco coming towards him. He frowned. "Draco, what else do

you know about that place, I don't think we should stay there anymore." "Awww is Blaise scared of a little old

house?" Draco laughed. "I'm serious Draco, There's something in there, it's clouding our minds and judgements,

I think it might have something to do with that painting." The smile slipped from Draco's face. "What did you say?"

Blaise backed away, the tone of Malfoy's voice made him nervous. Draco continued. "That place is the best

thing that ever happened to us. We wouldn't be here if it weren't for that painting. If you don't want to be there

then get the hell out!" Draco left the room in a fury. Blaise frowned. That was an unreasonable emotion for just

a simple question. He sighed. Something was going on, but everybody that could give him answers was either

dead or a painting that wouldn't reveal to much information. There was one thing left to do. Blaise nodded to

himself as he remembered how Granger used to do an unusual amount of work in such a small amount of time

that one year in school. Blaise was going to go back in time and get answers personally.