A combine rammed into our mailbox. That's one of the bad things about living by a field.
R.I.P mailbox. We loved you, since you... held our mail.
🎵Whyyyyyy tell me whyyyyy🎵
🎵That a mailboxxxxx had to dieeeeeee🎵
🎵Run overrrr in his primeeeee🎵
🎵13, or forty-nineeeee🎵
Take a look at one of my favorite shows. A detective series called Monk, improvised it off Randy's song in season 7(?)
Some neighborhood kids had thrown pumpkins at it when my grandma was just a ma, so it's been around for a long time
Now it's being held by concrete blocks.
Lucius Malfoy did a strut around the table, keeping an eye on all his Death Eaters. "So Umbridge succeeded, but was unable to survive? What a shame." His blond hair was looking more white by the second, and the green shimmer of his eyes matched a serpent's scales, a gift that Voldemort has given him before he went to mark his newborn power to control the rest. "Mudbloods are the horror in this world. Luckily I was able to extract her memories before she was brutally damaged, and I still hold the secrets of torture. I have a feeling that the Ministry knows that we're..." He looks around at the table "Up to something." He gave a big smirk. "We'll continue to plenish, and we are going to get on Potter's nerves. Too bad he revealed his soft spot." The gloom was inviting, his cloak tattered at the edges, for extra effect. I am powerful, I am mighty, I am the Dark Lord's servant and always will be.
The Order Of The Pheonix walked to Harry's desk. Harry looks up from his work. A member sits down with a piece of parchment and slid it to Harry, and he said "They're launching an attack on St. Mungo's hospital when the sun comes up tomorrow" Harry stood. "They're attacking innocent people? And they're weak, of course! They're handing out safety pamphlets, and-" the member cut him off. "The Death Eaters are trying to get to you to lose your nerves and mess up. The last thing you need to do is panic." Harry rubbed his forehead. Sweat beaded upon his face, and he took his glasses off for a second. He took a deep breath. "What should we do?" he asked after a second. "Shut it down. The entire St. Mungos. Armor it down, make it unreachable. Aurors at every doorstep, launch a warning. We need this place guarded to the brim." Harry nods, taking deep breaths.
Ron woke up early. He expected Hermione to be cooking breakfast, like always. She wasn't there. Just to comfort himself that it wasn't a repeat of a few months ago, he went to Hermione's room. She wasn't there. There was a note though "Checkup at Mungos, back at 8." he shrugged it off. Harry had gotten up "Where's Hermione?" Harry had noticed it too. "At some follow-up appointment at St. Mungos." Harry's eyes went wide. "Ron, we need to go, NOW!"
Hermione allowed the doctor to lift her shirt and check it out. "Hmm. It looks like a couple more weeks before we can get the tubes out." Hermione just nodded. "Is your voice all right?" She nodded "Very." Suddenly some sirens started to wail "Warning. Death Eater Attack, proceed to the basement." The doctor looks up in surprise and starts to flee, ignoring Hermione. "Hey! I'm strapped in here!" She darts to the door, the wires and ropes, meant for scanning held her back. She tried to pull them out, but could not do so Hermione! Are you a witch or not?! she regained her mind and used her wand to free herself. In the hallway, she heard a crippling noise. Rock came out of the wall, injuring patients and doctors alike. Death Eaters, with their cloaks and masks, came in, setting countless things on fire. I'm not going to let that one go! She cast a shield spell, deflecting all the debris. Several Jelly-leg jinxes hit it at once, and it broke. Someone went beside her and shouted "Flagellare!" a leather whip sprouted out of the wand, which was now serving as a handle. The whip was literally on fire, and Hermione recognized her... from three weeks ago. The whip slashed at the Death Eaters, one yelled in pain as the burn slashed his face. "Hermione!" she shouted, "Run!" Hermione scrambled off, running into the chaos and down the stairs "Lockdown in 30 seconds." Second floor... "Lockdown in 10 seconds" First floor... "9" down the staircase "8" Doctors shove her from the crowd "7" she was being trampled on. "6" "5" one of her pipes burst, spewing potion all over the floor "4" "3" "2" "1" everything went dark. The explosions from upstairs sounded like bombs, and Hermione curled up in the fetal position. She lit up her wand, waiting for what happens next.
In the afternoon, when the scene was clear, Ron came to the basement. St. Mungos and all its supplies were repaired, but the people were another story. He saw horrific scars as he walked past them with Harry, Harry had a little bit of ash, and a couple of scratches and bruises, but that was all. He heard a voice coming from the curtain "Miss Granger, just take the potion." "It tastes awful! Besides, last time you used the IV." "How did that work out?" Hermione sighed. "Fine." Ron came into the "room" and Hermione spat out the potion "Ron! Harry!" she looked unscathed. The doctor came up to them and gave them some information. "She was pretty lucky. Got trampled a bit and the IV burst. Found her after the lockdown, which was after three hours of explosions and spells, but it looks like she's got her... vibe again." Hermione had spat out some more of the potion. She cleaned it up with her wand and said to the doctor "I'll be careful. And besides, backs don't taste." The doctor sighed and got out an IV packet, and stuck it in the pouch. He attached a new set of tubes and attached it back to her in the pattern that Ron had gotten used to over the last few weeks. The doctor left in a huff. "Guys, I'm so glad you're here," Hermione said. Luckily she didn't wear Mungo's clothes, although the bedsheets combined with the papers spread across it. "They're moving me upstairs for overnight, but I think I'll be fine." She paused for a moment, and then she said quietly "Little question Harry, can you make some anti-mob laws?" she said this very discreetly. She was kind of dusty, with a few burns here and there, but not much damage. She was silent for a moment, tossing her wand back and forth between her hands. She got a vial, opened it up, and pressed her wand to her ear, bringing out a strand of memories, longer than the last. "I think you'll need this to stop the Death Eaters." She gave it to Harry.
Harry looked at the memories in the vial, swirling around, when they got home and sitting on the couch. "We can't keep using Hogwart's for the rest of our lives. We need a pensive." Then, as it answered, there was mechanical clicking from somewhere, getting louder and louder, until they heard this terrible squelching noise. They covered their ears until they realize, that the fireplace, in its place, was a Pensive. "The Blacks had a Pensive?" Ron said in surprise "They were pretty rich." Harry answered as he approached the device. It glowed an eerie shade of blue. He waved his wand in it and was fascinated by the thing he had already seen for years. Runes were all over the exterior, and he read it aloud The one who defies the Dark Lord calls the Pensive, as if it is a dog, it follows Ron stared in amazement. Harry decided to get down into business. He poured in the memory and Ron came up "3, 2, 1..." *splash*
The mist and shadows swirled around them, and they found themselves at the bridge leading to the gate of Malfoy Manor. The Carrows had taken a hold of each of Hermione's arms and took her through the gate, Ron and Harry followed. The cobblestones looked darker and older as they step to the entrance, Hermione struggled, "Let me go!" they ignored this request and held her shoulders ever more firmly. "Quietus," one of them said, and Hermione's shouts had dimmed. Once they got to the double doors, Lucius Malfoy greeted her "So glad you could join us" he had a bit of a hiss in his Ss. "Dolores, get the Vertaserum." Hermione looked at Umbridge with surprise. She had just exchanged her love for pink for black, and her hairstyle was pretty much the same hairstyle, just dyed black, with a little strand of white, which to her looked like the standard Death Eater look. She toddled off to get it, and the Carrows shoved her in a chair. Another Death Eater shouted a spell and bound her hands to the chair. She put her hands into fists, trying to get out of the chair to no avail. Ron stared blankly at the struggling Hermione while Harry, who knew what was coming next, was just trying to list all the Death Eaters that were starting to crowd around her. Umbridge had returned with the Vertaserum, and some of the Death Eaters shouted "Mudblood!" and "Traitor!" Umbridge tries to get it in her mouth, but she kept her jaw shut. She pointed her wand at her, but she still did not move. She pressed it on her neck. She did not move. Umbridge sighed and gave Lucius a look. He slapped Hermione. Umbridge seized the opportunity and poured the entire bottle in her mouth, but Hermione spat it back out on her face. "That's it! I'd have enough!" Umbridge shouted, "Kill her!" Lucius just said "Not yet. But soon. Potter wouldn't like these circumstances. Crucio!" Ron shut his eyes, Harry looked away "Ah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" when the screams had subsided, Ron opened his eyes. Hermione was panting, sweat beading up, her whole body was red. "Don't push her around too much, we have to deliver her to Potter." He tilted her chin upwards at him. "Crime pays." Hermione shrank away. The mist started to swirl again, and they found themselves in a hospital room. Across the room was a hospital bed, and a bunch of nurses came in. Hermione was slung over one of the nurses' shoulders, kicking and punching. They put her on the bed, trying to put a gas mask on, but Hermione resisted, they shouted that she was okay, but it wasn't helping. One of the nurses put a needle in her back, and they could tell Hermione was feeling woozy. She put her head on the pillow, and they forced the gas mask on. Hermione slowly stopped resisting, and they completely strapped it on. The mist started to swirl again, and Ron and Harry's faces came out of the water. Ron's face was a ghostly pale.