Thank you to all my loyal readers, I'm very glad that people are enjoying this little bit of insanity.
Does no one want me to leave Harry and Hermione alone?
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While most of Hogwarts was caught in an eternal hug-fest, those surviving students that were missed were required to still attend some form of magical education. So Harry and Hermione's plans of waiting throughout the winter and spring for the train were curtailed as the Ministry's official goons, also known as the Aurors, swooped in and whisked them off to a special underground training facility somewhere on the Isle of Man.
This was the Ministry's Auror training facilities, and figured that it would serve the handful of survivors well enough for the time being. Those numbers were thinned by excuses as soon as the first of them noticed the Boy-Who-Lived was amongst their numbers. Fortunately they weren't allowed to go home to spread rumors of the decimation of one of the oldest, most-secure bastions of the light side to their relatives, instead they were put into a special program for Aurors that had survival instincts above those of their comrades. However, that is beside the point.
With his stalwart companion Hermione by his side, Harry prepared for the worst. One of the many things he hadn't expected was an instructor to come flying out of a room's door, trailing rainbow colored smoke in his wake while a voice inside asked, "Was that supposed to happen?"
A purple-haired Auror-in-training poked her head out into the hall to look at her teacher, only to stop when she caught sight of the two survivors of Hogwarts attempting to claw their way out of the suddenly locked doors at the end of the hallway. "Wotcher you two! Are you the new trainees from Hogwarts? They're recruiting younger and younger these days. Probably since they're dying younger and younger..." The girl offered, her words going from cheerful to grim in only those few sentences.
Harry summoned up all his courage as a Gryffindor to stop clawing at the exit and face his sanity's newest tormentor head-on. "Yes we're from Hogwarts, but not recruited. We just survived and they sent us here to finish out the year..." he explained with a nervous grin while listening to Hermione running through an actual list of unlocking charms and hexes.
"There's a difference?" The girl said, thinking about the horror stories she'd heard about Hogwarts recently, "You two, if you've survived, probably..."
Her pocket then gave off a soft buzz, then she sighed. "DON'T let anyone know I've got this," the girl grumbled, getting a pink cordless phone out of her pocket, and jabbing her wand at it, for The Doctor's voice to come out of it.
"Hi, Just wanted to ask Harry and Hermione if they survived the time snarl... oh yes, and to say this... Hello, Nymphadora!" He called out.
Harry barely had enough presence of mind to grab the back of Hermione's collar and drag her down to the ground as said pink device came hurtling towards them at a dangerous clip. "I take it you don't like that name?" the brave boy asked warily as he noticed the object didn't look too smashed up.
"No, I don't. And if you even tell anyone about that... little project of the Unspeakables that I decided to test, you'll end up getting the works since I'll switch your assignments," the-girl-with-a-hated-first-name growled dangerously as she picked up the phone and cast a repairing charm for the few scratches. "Call me Tonks."
"Yes ma'am," Harry and Hermione agreed rapidly as they wondered if it was too late to make a swim for Ireland, or France, or somewhere safe where they wouldn't have to put up with the crazy shi-stuff of the British Magical World.
"Let's see... you have to be Harry Potter," Tonks offered while looking the two over and sighing, "That must make your partner here Hermione Granger. The Doctor told me to expect you... and has so far caused me to almost destroy my phone fifteen times due to the fact I can't wring his neck for calling me that name!"
Not really seeing any way of commenting on that without getting her ire turned on them, the pair decided to remain silent. That silence stretched until the girl shifted her hair to bubblegum pink and waved them to follow her. "Come on you two, let's get you set up. You'll be sharing a suite with me since we can't spare the rooms to split you up, and the rest of your school mates ran for it."