Mystery of St. Mungo
Maria Vanessa Schulz
Hermione is currently divorcing her husband Ron, and the reason for their divorce is simple. He cheated on her for 3 year straight, and their relationship lasted almost 7 years and marriage 4. Of course, their divorce is mentioned in every Daily prophet
Ron is an excellent Quidditch keeper for Chudley Cannons and Hermione is a well-known healer at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries
After the announcement of the divorce to the public. Hermione moves into the apartment owned by her best friends - Harry and Ginny Potter. And her life becomes pretty boring. – From home to work. From work to home – or to her parents' regular weekly dinner and home again.
But her life is turned upside down by the death of the wife of an ancient enemy under her hands. What happens when an old classmate comes back into her life? And how can he solve the mysteries that St. Mungo's hiding?
A story full of passion, betrayal, fear and love.
PROLOGUE
London - September 2005
"God, Hermione, can you tell me what time you woke up?" came a voice from the corridor. It was Ginny. To introduce you to the picture, Hermione had been living with her best friend Harry and his wife Ginevra in their apartment in central London since the summer. The reason was simple - Divorce.
"Um, not too early in the morning" Hermione lied, not taking her eyes off the newspaper on the desk in front of her, which had been open on one page for about twenty minutes. The truth was that Hermione had slept about three hours, had drunk two coffees, and was now enjoying her third. Ginny looked at her with narrowed eyes, knowing Hermione too well to know when she was lying. But she could do no more than roll her eyes and poured herself a cup of caffeinated beverage. "Is there nothing else going on in the world or what?!" Hermione hit the table with her hand and accidentally spilled a coffee cup on her white work pants. "Damn it, I'm going to have to change at work" She gasped and jumped off the stool. Ginny promptly grabbed a rag and wiped the kitchen counter. And she handed Hermione paper towels for her pants.
"Hermione, I told you not to read it. It's just bullshit." she reassured her and pushed the newspaper away from Hermione. "That's easy for you to say! Your divorce isn't on every front page of the Daily Prophet." Hermione hissed at her, sitting back on the bar stool and resting her head in her hands. Ginny walked around the kitchen counter and sat down beside her. "Hermione, it'll be all right. It'll all be signed soon, and you'll have peace," she stroked her hair. "How can he handle it so well? He's got a girlfriend, a house, maybe even a kid. And me?! I'm almost 26, I haven't been anywhere since the start of my divorce, and I'm living with my best friend and his wife in a future nursery!"She put two fingers to her temples to soothe the morning migraine. "Ginny, what am I doing wrong?"she looked at her best friend. "You're not doing anything wrong, Hermione. You can't compare yourself to him. I mean, he cheated on you!. I know he's my brother, but I'm not afraid to say he's a total jerk."she tried to calm her down.
Hermione just raised her eyebrows. "Look, just read it."she slid the paper across the white marble slab of the kitchen counter.
"Ronald Weasley is enjoying the divorce proceedings, and today he was caught with Parkinson's model Eleanor Debrought leaving a VIP club in the middle of the night in Los Angeles..."
read Ginny aloud. "Jesus, he's so disgusting. I don't even know how to pronounce her last name." putting the paper back on the table. "No, no, keep reading. It's getting better," said Hermione to Ginny with a false smile. Ginny took a deep breath and read.
"Ronald seems to be doing a lot better than our dear Hermione, who hasn't been seen in public in a while. Is she hiding in the hospital with death bodies?..." she continued read article. "They're hyenas. You're a healer, not some celebrity they can write about like that!" she remarked, throwing the paper angrily down the hall.
"Ow, why?" said Harry in a sleepy voice as he came out of the corridor and the newspaper hit him in the chest. "Sorry, honey," Ginny said with a small smile. "It's nothing. What are my two favourite ladies talking about?" he smiled and kissed Ginny and Hermione on the forehead. "Guess Harry." Hermione rolled her eyes and pointed at the newspaper article in his hand. "Oh, come on.." It was all he could answer, and he immediately threw the paper into the basket beside him. Ginny was very enraged. "Say something about it, too! She's your best friend, be on her side," she snapped at him. "I'm on neutral ground, don't bring me into this at all. Ron acted like an asshole, but he's my friend, too." he raised his hands in the air as if he were giving up and went to prepare breakfast. Ginny glared at him and held Hermione's hand. Or rather, crushing her hand. Hermione understood completely that Harry was trying to refrain from commenting, but she was also sad. He's been her best friend since childhood.
"Hermione, would you like some?" said Harry, taking the eggs out of the fridge. "Oh, no thanks. I have to get to work." Hermione looked at her watch and rose from her stool. She quickly put on her fall coat,casually wrapped a burgundy scarf around her neck, slipped on black leather gloves, and grabbed her purse from the little stool next to the door. "See ya!"she screamed and ran out the door of the apartment.
When she opened the front door to the apartment complex, the icy wind coldened her cheeks. She tied her scarf carefully around her neck and pulled it up to her cheeks, tightened her coat belt tightly, and walked out into the streets of London. It was an icy, raw autumn morning. The rest of the night's rain was visible on the sidewalk, the trees along the road were already losing all their colourful leaves, and the whole neighbourhood was preparing for Halloween. The railings along the steps to the houses were wrapped in a false web, hay, or coloured ribbon. Outside the front door, the residents showed off their pumpkins with a candle inside, so that even at night everyone could admire their efforts this year. Ornamental wreaths, autumn-themed with dried fruit or some artificial spider, were planted on some of the doors. In the windows, through the light icing on the shutters, you could see the decorations on the windowsills. In most small ceramic pumpkins, or other candles.
Hermione enjoyed the view of the houses around her and hung in a side street from where she could apparated.