Just something that popped into my head. I don't own any of the characters or places, but the storyline is all me. It is un-beta-ed and I am posting it before I chicken out. If you want more, please leave me a comment, like, love.
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Honestly, it had been just one of those days. One of the days where you just can't seem to get anything done, or anything right. And that was just the kind of day that Hermione was having.
Surrounded by paperwork, texts, and files of her various patients, Hermione felt the onslaught of a migraine right between her eyebrows. Tapping her muggle pen on the hard, brilliant mahogany of her desk, she found herself trying to decipher the blurry words of her latest medical patient mystery. Sean Finnegan, Seamus's cousin, had a lengthy history of making body parts disappear. Similar to Seamus' uncanny ability to make just about anything burst into flames, Sean was skilled at vanishing them off in an effort to develop new joke jinxes.
While the first few times were comical, it was getting down right irritating to be reversing his faux pas twice a week. No, she was not his research partner and no, she was not going to tell him the counter spell to bringing back missing appendices. She had one high stress job already, thank you very much. Not to mention her practically non-existent, sad excuse for a personal life.
Amazing, that after all she and the Weasleys had been through, she tells the youngest son she didn't see a future with him, and all of a sudden you are on your ass, literally, and you've been banned from your second family. Frankly, that was the best start of a week she had EVER had, Hermione thought sarcastically. Apparently the only people who couldn't care less were Bill, Fleur, Charlie and Arthur. Seeing as the first three lived in France and Romania, respectively, and the last lived in the very house she had been kicked out of, it was as if she had lost every one of the Weasleys. Not to mention, seeing as Harry was still dating Ginny, she was on her own most nights and weekends. So this is where she found herself, 5 o'clock at night, on a Friday, sitting at her desk at St. Mungo's, 2 hours after her shift had ended.
Groaning, she let her head fall to the desk with a tell-tale thunk.
"Miss?" A voice rang out softly, but clearly, in the dead silence of her office.
Hermione gave a shout of surprise, rocketing herself back up into a sitting position.
"Missy Her-me-any?" The voice squeaked again.
Hermione looked over the stacks of parchment that covered her desk, to see an elf nervously staring at her, while rolling her hands together.
"Oh, hello." She stated, "Ah… yes, I am Hermione. What's your name?" Her heart beating quite madly after the small shock.
The elf watched her, not responding to Hermione's question, "You is friend to house elves? Yes?" The elf stuttered out. Clearly it was nervous.
"Yes, of course." Hermione replied, "What can I do for you? Is your master treating you with respect? Or have you been freed…"
"OH NO Missy Her-me-any… No, no!" the elf started, "Tansy loves Master! Master is the only master Tansy has left Miss. But… b-b-ut Tansy don't feel Master's magic always. Tansy is afraid something bad has happened to Master, Miss. Master said he come back Miss. But Master hasn't!" The elf was wailing at the end of her statement. "Tansy needs Master! TANSY IS A BAD ELF! POOR MASTER!"
Hermione's eyes widened as she observed the elf. "Tansy, please don't cry. Who is your Master?"
The elf's large glassy eyes, full to the brim with tears, were looking at her with immeasurable despair, "Tansy's Master is Master Draco, Miss. Miss will find Master Draco?"
"Malfoy? Draco Malfoy?" Hermione questioned back and the elf nodded vigorously. "How long has he been missing Tansy?"
"Master didn't come back from Master's trial, Miss."
"Tansy, that was about a year and a half ago!" Hermione was shocked.
The elf went on to explain that she checked all four of the Malfoy properties and she could feel his magic best in England.
"Yes Miss. Tansy thought Master needed a trip, Miss. Master's magic was still there. Tansy missed Master. Tansy was going to bring Master home. But Tansy tried to go to Master yesterday. Tansy tried and tried but she couldn't!" Once again, the elf burst into tears.
Hermione looked at the distressed elf and pulled her into a hug.
"It will be ok Tansy. Come with me, we will figure it out." She let go of Tansy and started to head to her door. A short trip to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement placed Hermione and Tansy at the open doorway to a man, hunched over his desk, furiously scribbling on the parchment in front of him, mumbling, what sounded like, angry expletives.
"Harry," Hermione started, "May we come in?"
The raven-haired man looked sharply at the door before his face soften. "Hey Hermione. Yeah, come in."
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