The portkey she'd taken back to the Ministry of Magic, wasn't as smooth as apparition, however, it required far less energy. She wasted no time dispatching a patronus to George Weasley ordering him to meet her in Kingsley's office alone. A second and third were sent to her deputy, Blaise Zabini, and the Auror Head, Gawain Robards with the same message. As she maneuvered through the bowels of the Ministry, she took note that there was very little out of order. While she was usually greeted and acknowledged as a war hero, she didn't attract the mobs that the boys did. Currently, no one was behaving differently, which suggested that the Wizarding World hadn't learned about Germany...yet.

Skeeter was going to kneazles when she got a hold of this story. No doubt Kingsley was already having a melt down. Harry would certainly try to kill her. She shook the dreadful thoughts and hurried to meet with Kingsley.

"Get me Granger, NOW!" was already being bellowed from within by the time she reached the landing. "I'm going to bloody kill her. I'm really going to do it this time."

"Merlin, Granger what did you do this time?" Blaise asked her as he strode up to meet her at the office door.

"Broke the Statute of Secrecy," she answered walking into the room where an irate Kingsley Shacklebolt was pacing. "I'm beginning to regret insisting he have someone monitor the muggle news."

"You've done that before," Blaise pointed out not understanding the seriousness of the situation. "Send the obliviation squad."

"I did so in front of Captain America, an airship no doubt owned by SHIELD, and a Gryffindor coloured tin can named Stark," Hermione answered. "I also stole the weapon being used by the man they were fighting."

"In addition, she was caught on camera, by more than three dozen sources, apparating people to a nearby hospital," Kingsley said angrily. "Do you have any idea how many people will have to be obliviated? How widespread this exposure has already grown?"

"You're surprised that she played hero?" Blaise asked mockingly. "She's a bleeding heart Gryffindor, of course she'd start rescuing people. I did warn you not to send her to Germany, albeit for entirely different reasons. How'd that turn out?"

"I hexed him," she answered glaring at Blaise. "He'll be impotent for the next several weeks. That aside, we have a huge problem."

"Kingsley, if you do not fire her this time, I will resign," Robards declared storming into the office and ignoring everyone save for the Minister of Magic. "She's an international menace! How many times are you going to allow her to break the bloody law before you hold her accountable?!"

"At least once more," Hermione muttered towards Blaise who grinned. "It's not like you and your Aurors are any different. You're just annoyed you have to deal with the aftermath."

"Shut up, you, bint," Robards snarled. "She let Tony Stark see her! Tony bloody fucking Stark. Do any of you realize how fucking dangerous he is? He's literally more stubborn than a niffler with gold. He will never stop trying to figure out her abilities. He's the worst of the lot, and completely uncontrollable!"

"That is enough Gawain," Kingsley said wearily. "Though I must say he does have a point. You, of all people, know how much of our resources we've used to stay off of SHIELD's radar. So you decided to waltz up and spit in their faces?"

"I did no such thing," Hermione answered glaring. "You bloody insisted I go to Germany, despite, Blaise's advice, and you forced the damn tickets on me. I have no control of a nutter attacking the area I am in, and wreaking havoc. You also are more than aware that I have repeatedly told you that eventually SHIELD will figure out we exist. Repeatedly obliviating their agents isn't a long term solution, and as I have said before, they will consider that an act of aggression. You have to stop being an utter pillock and address this group. "

"We've already been doing that!" Robards bellowed before Kingsley could respond.

"Don't be difficult," Hermione said waving him off. "You've been kicking the responsibility further along, because no one wants the Prophet to throw a hissy fit. So I propose that you promote Blaise to my position immediately."

"Finally, you're speaking sense," Robards muttered. "Resigning in disgrace, I always knew it'd come to this." Hermione smiled grimly at the Auror Head, how Harry could work with him so happily she would never understand.

"I will be creating a new position for myself, International Muggle & Magical Liaison, which will coordinate directly with Blaise."

"Now hold on," Robards shouted. "You can't just do that! Are you really that daft? There's no way that Kingsley is going to reward this preposterous stunt!"

"What would you be doing in such a job, Ms. Granger?" Kingsley asked curiously.

"Coordinating with SHIELD and the Avengers of course, and reporting directly to you. It'd give us far more information than we ever had access to within their organization. Right now they know about me, and only me. They think I'm able to wield Loki's scepter. I propose we allow them to think that in order to conceal the rest of our community. You know that SHIELD's resources are too great. They will find me, and if not them, this Loki character will."

"It's not like we don't already have people within their organization," Blaise said. "We could easily keep eyes on her, and provide her resources without them realizing. It would make clean up far easier, and if we ever needed certain people to know, Hermione would be able to pinpoint who was trustworthy. As much as everyone wants to keep in isolation, this group is too bloody nosy. So why not do a controlled interaction?"

"Gawain, they certainly have a point,," Kingsley said as he rubbed his chin. "It'd also be easier to get more funding for training Wizards and Witches unfamiliar with Muggles. We'd have to take it to the Wizengamot for approval, and speak with the other foreign Ministers. No doubt they'd be fine putting the spotlight on us rather than them.."

"You've all gone mad," Robards said beginning to sound defeated. "This chit has bloody broken the law, and you're going to keep on letting her?" Hermione rolled her eyes. The man practically adopted Harry and Ron, but did nothing except harp at her. In fairness, her disasters were usually bigger than theirs.

"She's right," Kingsley said. "As loathe as I am to admit it, SHIELD has too much information, resources, and we're falling behind. We can only really infiltrate using Muggle-Borns, and highly informed Half-Bloods, and we lost a great many in the war. They will find us eventually, Merlin, they have already and you know that. You've had to obliviate them!"

"When did this occur?" Hermione asked sharply.

"Muggle-born got caught using accidental magic. Happened to be one of the higher-ups nephew," Kingsley answered. "The child and their family have been brought into the Wizarding World, and we obliviated them from the officials memory. Wiped all records. It was a bloody nightmare."

"Even you have to admit that this is a risk Robards," Blaise said.

"I don't have to like it. It's also why we now have several of our Aurors within Shield, making sure their information is constantly cleaned up regarding us," the Auror Head grumbled.

"Alright, if you're going to do this idiotic plan, we're going to be smart about it. Kingsley call an emergency closed session. We'll add Granger as an exception to the law. Before we even start with that, you get Percy Weasley in here and start writing up official statements on why this is the only option. I want it in print before anyone finds out we've outed Ms. Granger, which means before any muggle-born finds out from their side."

"On it," Blaise said leaping to his feet.

"Do we know where their headquarters are at?" Hermione asked. "I intend on going to them rather than waiting for them to find me."

"Yes," Kingsley said. "They have an airship that flies around. I have several contact portkeys for individuals on board. Shouldn't be difficult to get a meeting and smuggle you on."

"Minister," Mafalda Hopkins poked her head in the office. "George Weasley is here. Apparently his presence was demanded by Ms. Granger."

"Send him in," Kingsley said. "George."

"Kings," George greeted the Minister. "I'm guessing this is another one of the Ministry's secret meetings?"

"Yes," Robards muttered. "You won't need me for this. The fewer people who know everything the better. I'll get things sorted on my end."

"George, I need to know if you can make a replica of this," Hermione said pulling out the scepter wand. It has to be identical, although all I need it to do is imitate the light and power blasts, well that, and transform between a wand, scepter and cane."

"Is that all?" George asked sarcastically as he held his hand out for the wand. She handed it to him and it promptly shot off angry sparks. "Great, another one of your wands that doesn't like me."

"He uses it as a weapon, shooting magic out of it. I can wield it as more powerful wand. I want to be able to have a fake on me in case he gets too close."

"Am I finally going to be thanked for forcing those sleight of hand tricks on you during the summers in Grimmauld?" George asked brightly. "Why yes George, you are by far the most brilliant of the Weasleys and I will forever mourn letting you marry Angelina."

"Shut it you tosser," Hermione teased. "I need you to do it in less than a day,." He promptly stopped smiling at that. "Kings, any chance you can make me some portkeys that lead directly to you, and St. Mungo's? I'd like to have an escape route for all contingencies."

"Lovegood's managed to develop a few tricks down in the Department of Mysteries," Kingsley said. "Go see her immediately." Hermione stood and nodded. "Oh and Hermione, you're in charge of telling Potter."

She promptly scowled at him.