A/N: Hi everyone, I know this is later than my normal updates but with the holidays and school I just couldn't find the motivation or time to write. I hope you enjoy this chapter. It hasn't been beta'd yet, but should be soon and I'll repost the pretty version then. I honestly didn't know where this was going, hopefully it makes sense, I don't reread my chapters until after I post them (I'm such an 'on top of it' kind of writer, I know) but hopefully it's ok. TW: There is some non graphic non con in this chapter. This is the only warning (besides the warnings in groups) I will be giving.

Peace, Love and Slyther,

Gimi aka Jess

Hermione blinked rapidly as she took in the news, it was her first day back to her new life and it seemed to be starting off with a bang. "What do you mean? My Mot- er Bellatrix is in the medical ward? Why?"

Kingsley looked over the paper on his desk, "Looks like she is refusing food. The medi-witch is administering nutritional potions, but it is not meant for long term use. She is refusing for a muggle IV to be put in, which is still the preferred method for rehydration. Rodolphus has tried to persuade her to eat, but she has refused since last week." Hermione read through the lines, she had started refusing food since their visit, "I was hoping you would take another trip out to Azkaban and see if you could talk to her."

Hermione blanched at the thought and grabbed Harry's hand, "Why? She hates me! She won't care what I say."

Harry sighed, rubbing her hand with his thumb, "'Mione, you have to go," Hermione tried to pull her hand away, but he held on tight, "You heard Kings, she hasn't eaten or drank anything for days, she's going to die." Hermione sat there, thin lipped. "You really want her death to be on your conscience?"

"What does it matter?" Hermione's tone grew higher, "She tried to kill me, what does it matter to me if she dies?"

Harry pushed her hand away from him, "Because you are Hermione Granger! You would have someone die when it could have been you to save them? Really?! That doesn't sound like the Hermione I grew up with!" Hermione opened her mouth but Harry jumped out of his chair, "Hermione, you befriended every Slytherin that came back to Hogwarts, less than four months after a war where their parents were trying to kill you. You befriended Draco Malfoy, a man who has wished you dead on a number of occasions, whose father has tried to kill you as well, but this, this is where you draw the line? What the fuck happened to you?!"

Hermione shot up, "She tortured me Harry! She carved me up like a Sunday roast and I'm suppose to just forgive and forget? Draco was a boy, his father was coerced into becoming a death eater. These people, my parents, they wanted-"

"They did not want to be Death Eaters, Hermione," Kingsley interrupted. This put a stop to whatever Hermione was about yell at her best friend, "Your father became a Death Eater as a favor to your grandfather, to keep your uncle in line. Your mother became one because her your grandfather offered her up to Voldemort as appeasement for Andromeda marrying a muggleborn. The Black family is very traditional, as you know."

Hermione sat down, a look of disbelief on her face. "You may not want to believe it, but it's already been proven."

Hermione brought out her arm, "Excuse me, Kingsley, but this," She lifted her sleeve, the wound still looked red and raw, "This doesn't seem like the work of a woman who didn't believe in what she was doing."

Kingsley shook his head, "I never said, she's didn't believe, I said she didn't want to become one," she still looked at him like he grew a second head and he sighed, "I knew your parents in school, we were in the same house after all. They believed in blood purity because they grew up in pureblood homes, as did I as did Lucius and Draco, but Bella had no interest in joining Voldemort's cause when we were in school. She was a few years older than I, she was planning on a family, just like her sisters. Her family was very much a part of the movement back then, Voldemort needed witches and wizards, so with Andromeda blasted off the tree because of her marriage to Ted, your grandfather offered up Bella instead, Narcissa was a year behind myself in school, already betrothed to Lucius and obviously too young. Bella was his only choice and she took her position in the family very seriously, she needed to save Narcissa from that fate."

Hermione grew silent, not knowing, for the first time, what to say. She could understand trying to save family from something. She had erased herself from her own parents after all, to save them from the wizarding war knowing that they would be targets because of her. "Kings, she believed in the end. She tortured me with intent in her eyes to end my life because I was a muggleborn."

Kingsley shook his head, "I understand Hermione, but she spent years in Azkaban with Dementors sucking the good out of her, I can understand her state of mind. She blamed the Order for your death."

"But she told Cheeks to send me away!" Hermione fumed, "She is the reason I was taken away and given to my parents. She could have told Cheeks to give me to Andromeda, to Narcissa, but she chose to hide me away from my family."

"The ministry wouldn't give you to either family. The Malfoys because of their association with the dark or Andromeda because she was technically no longer family. She was blasted off the family tree, which means her magic was no longer linked to the Blacks. It is only recently that Narcissa and Harry reinstated her, now that Voldemort is truly dead. You would have ended up in an orphanage where you would have been shunned for your parents involvement in the war or you would have been adopted to a family who would have abused you for the same reason. She did what she thought was best with the knowledge at the time."

"She could have stayed home, not gone to torture and drive the Longbottoms to insanity," Hermione stubbornly argued.

Kingsley shook his head, knowing that continuing to fight with Hermione would not do anything to change her mind about her parents. He was not any happier about who her parents were, anymore than she was would have to accept it soon, no matter who her parents where. The bond meant Hermione was on a time crunch. She had to marry in six months and arguing Bellatrix LeStrange's motives behind sending her daughter away was not going to make time slow down.

"One day you will have to ask your parents about their past, but that is not the case right now. Right now, you have a decision to make. Are you going to ignore your biological mother and let her continue to suffer or are you going to be the Hermione we all know you are and try to help no matter who it is?" Harry interrupted still upset with her. She didn't get it, she got a second chance to have a family. Maybe not the family she wanted, but it's still a mother and father. No matter how evil she thought they could be, it couldn't be worse than not knowing them at all.

"What about Narcissa?" Hermione asked Kingsley, choosing to ignore Harry at that moment, "Can she go and talk to Bellatrix?"

Kingsley shook his head, "As you have now been recorded as Hermione LeStrange in the Hall of Records, you are the next of kin. Narcissa can't be called in any longer."

Hermione groaned, "Fine, I will go." She stood up, "But it's not going to do anything, it's not like she likes me any better as a LeStrange than she did as a Granger."

Kingsley stood up and his assistant brought in an old tin of tomato soup, setting it on the desk and left without glancing over at Hermione, Kingsley glanced over at Hermione and she just rolled her eyes, making the older man smirk. "Have you resigned yourself to being a LeStrange now? Should we start to call you Lyra?"

Hermione scoffed and put a finger to the can, as did Harry. "Try it Kingsley and see what happens to your eyebrows. Minister or not, you will never find a way to grow them back."

Kingsley began to chuckle, as did Harry as the portkey swept them away.

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Landing outside of Azkaban, Hermione couldn't help but remember her last trip, confronting her new family. The knot that had taken residence in her stomach for the past week found its way back, bigger than ever. In that building was her family, Hermione snorted slightly. She had spent her entire life thinking her parents were muggle dentists, just to find out that she had more family and most of them, including her biological parents, were the very reason she sent her muggle ones away. Shaking her head, she followed Kingsley into the building and stood waiting while he talked to Warden O'Sullivan.

Walking out of his office with Kingsley, O'Sullivan narrowed his eyes at Hermione. Now knowing who she was, he was openly disgruntled that a LeStrange was such good friends with the Minister of Magic and was really held in such high regard in the wizarding world. The LeStranges were all filth in his eyes, she was no better than her parents.

The group entered the lift to go to the medical ward in silence. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife as the lift rose to the ward. Hermione refused to back down from the man, deciding the best thing is to adopt Draco's arrogance. Hermione thought back to when Draco use to sneer at her for being a filthy muggleborn and glared at O'Sullivan until the older man curled his lip and looked away. Harry had been watching her from the side of his vision and started chuckling. It still unnerved him a bit just how much she resembled Draco and his mother, especially with that look on her face, like dung was under her shoe.

The lift stopped and Hermione strolled out of the lift with her head held high, she was not about to let this man make her feel inferior for being a LeStrange, it was bad enough that her entire life in the wizarding world, she had people saying she was, she fought a war about it, well no longer. LeStrange or Granger, Hermione was anything but inferior to anyone, especially this older wizard. Harry walked out after her, when he reached where she waited, he put an arm around her shoulders and gave her a squeeze.

Warden O'Sullivan's beady little eyes watched as the two of them embraced and he scoffed, "I thought you were married Mister Potter," he scoffed.

Harry looked over at the wizard and stiffened his posture. With a sneer to make Daphne proud he said, "What I am is none of your concern. Hermione is my best friend, has been for over ten years and one of the main players in the war against Voldemort. We would not be standing here today if it wasn't for her. Do us a favor and lead us to Bellatrix."

Warden O'Sullivan pursed his lips and walked off, not seeing the two fingers Harry threw up behind him, eliciting silent laughter from Hermione and a small smile from Kingsley. Kingsley followed behind the warden shaking his head and Hermione gave Harry one last squeeze before doing the same.

Walking into the room, Hermione noticed it looked very much like the medical ward at Hogwarts. Six beds were against the wall, all with rails so the prisoners could maintain a cuffed arm or leg. Hermione also saw a small shimmer surrounding the bed, assuming it was some sort of maintaining charm to keep those inside within their space. Hermione, being a curse breaker, automatically began to send her magic to the ward, to get a sense of the strength of the spell. She was uneasy with the fact that it was considered a fairly weak spell and with a few good tries a prisoner could easily break through, even without a wand. Hermione made a note to talk to Kingsley about this lack of security, not wanting to waste her breath with the warden.

O'Sullivan walked past the beds and into the next room, this was a heavily guarded room, Hermione frowned, there were at least four guards at the door. She could feel the wards around these, what she assumed were isolation wards, these were extremely strong. One of the guards, kicked the door, which was odd. The men all looked a bit apprehensive, shifting their eyes back and forth between themselves. Hermione gave Kingsley and Harry a confused look and they looked just as baffled.

Hermione, sensing something was wrong, went up to the door to open it and one of the guards stepped in front of her as to stop her. Warden O'Sullivan frowned as his guard put his hand on her arm to stop Hermione. Two things happened at that time. Hermione, her magic sparking, flung the guard away from her and pushed through the door as Harry and Kingsley both pulled out their wands, as the minister and head auror, both of their normal wands would work within Azkaban as they may have business within the building.

As Hermione entered the room, anger raged through her veins. Now she knew why the room was so heavily guarded. One guard was just pulling up his trousers when Hermione's magic slammed him against the wall with such force he passed out. O'Sullivan ran in, forgetting to be angry at the minister and the auror who had aimed wands at his staff.

Angry tears sprang to Hermione's eyes as she laid eyes on Bellatrix, laying on the bed, looking dispirited, hands and legs cuffed to the bed rails, her prison robe haphazardly pulled down. Clearly, the male guards have been taking advantage of the fierce Death Eater being in isolation and disconsolate. Hermione ran over to the bed, pulling down the woman's robe, while she didn't care for Bellatrix, no one deserved this. She turned around swiftly as O'Sullivan began to berate the guard who was woken up with a spell. Harry had stunned the guards at the door and bound them all. Hermione could tell, while O'Sullivan was not a fan of Bellatrix, he was not aware that she was being used in this manner by the guards.

"Why is she in this room in the first place?!" Hermione yelled, "There is no one out there, why is she in isolation? How long has she been in here?! How long has this been going on?" She swiped angry tears away from her eyes as she began to think of how long Bellatrix has been used as the guards cumrag and she felt so dirty for her mother.

Not waiting for an answer, she turned back to Bellatrix, the woman who tortured her all those years ago without mercy; she conjured up a camera and began snapping photos for evidence of Bella's treatment. She vaguely heard Kingsley call for the healer to come and help, but Hermione shouted down the request. She did not trust the healer, they had to have known what was going on. They were just as much to blame as the guards. The only person she allowed to help was Harry. She gave Harry the camera so she could gather samples, using her wand to collect the various fluids on the quiet woman. Once she got all the evidence that she could and Harry finished taking the photos, they began to use cleansing spells to erase the filth on her body.

The whole time the two of them worked, Bellatrix had been silent, Hermione had thought she had been spelled asleep during the acts, but once they were done cleaning her, she noticed the tear tracks down her pale face and knew the truth. Those bloody bastards kept her awake, wanting her to know that they were defiling her. In that moment Hermione vowed to have them all pay, she would nail those assholes to the fucking wall.

Not able to help herself, she brought her hand to Bella's bound one and stuck her fingers into her mother's palm, letting her know that she would be back. She and Harry had to talk to Kingsley. As she moved to let go of Bellatrix's hand, Bella gave her a squeeze. Hermione, feeling sorry for the woman, squeezed it back and told her no one would hurt her. She called for Cheeks, whose magic was not monitored within the walls of the prison, to watch over Bella and then charmed the room so no one could enter. It was much stronger than any of the other charms in the room and would alert her if someone tried to enter.

She instructed Cheeks to keep everyone away from Bellatrix and to use any magic necessary. With a nod of confirmation, Hermione and Harry left the ward, shooting glares at the healer who was hovering around, pale. Harry put a spell up on the ward door and coldly told the healer that he was to stay put, because Bella was still a patient, he would be confined to the ward until a replacement healer could arrive from St. Mungos, then he was to be arrested for accessory. Harry noticed a guard posted at the door of the ward and gave him the same instructions. The man visibly paled and nodded in compliance of the head auror.

Walking over to a conference room at the end of the hall, the duo could hear the shouting match between O'Sullivan and Kingsley. Kingsley was irate at the treatment of Bellatrix and was now wondering about the safety of the other female inmates. Upon entering the room, Kingsley had pulled out his wand, conjured his patronus and was sending for a team of aurors to come to the prison. Female aurors were to help healers from St. Mungos to check the inmates for inappropriate behavior from the guards and those guards were to be arrested immediately.

"I want her moved Kingsley," Hermione said deadpanned. "I want her moved to St. Mungos, I don't want her here anymore. I want her away from this place."

"You can't be serious!" O'Sullivan shouted in outrage. "You have no authority over my inmates."

Hermione's magic flared again, pushing O'Sullivan against the wall, "Bellatrix was raped repeatedly under your watch! You don't seem to be mad over the fact that a crime took place under your watch, but you're upset because I want her moved?!"

O'Sullivan began to sputter. Harry, sensing that he was unable to breathe because of Hermione's anger, pulled her back away from the man and he could almost see her magic letting the warden go. O'Sullivan was about to retort, but Kingsley shot him a glare and the wizard shut his mouth.

"I agree, Bellatrix is not safe here. I actually have something I wanted to speak to you as well. I was going to speak to you about it when we got back, but since this has happened I will just get it out of the way." Kingsley began. Harry was called away because his aurors were at the prison and he took O'Sullivan with him while Kingsley talked to Hermione.

"Hermione, what are going to do about your bond?"

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked confused.

"I mean," Kingsley explained, "You have six months til your twenty fifth birthday, the type of bond you have with Rowle is old blood magic. You must wed or you and he will die."

"I know, but what am I to do?" Hermione said, trying to run her hand through her hair, though unsuccessfully as the bush that was her locks was bigger than ever because of her magic.

Kingsley smiled at his young friend, "Well because of the seriousness of your situation the Wizengamot has been in session, I brought them into session. We aren't going to let you die Hermione."

Hermione chuckled, "I'm sure the Wizengamot is anxious to let a LeStrange live." she said wryly.

Kingsley chuckled too, "They weren't happy about it, but either way, you are the reason Voldemort is gone, they may be stuffy, old and suck in their ways, but they aren't stupid. So they are willing to parole Rowle-"

"Why would they do that?" Hermione said confused, "He was a Death Eater during the war."

"He's been in here since the war ended, he joined the cause, but was imprisoned at Malfoy Manor along with Dolohov after that failed attempt to capture you three after Bill's wedding. He has been a model prisoner, I would know, i review his progress every year. He was already being evaluated for parole next year. They are willing to do it now."

"Now? When? Where would he live?" Hermione asked.

"His sister Ingrid is back in the country," Kingsley told her, "She is staying at their family home."

"Ingrid Rowle," Hermione, mused thinking back to school, "I think I remember her, she was a Ravenclaw, a few years ahead of me, chaser I think for the quidditch team."

Kingsley nodded, "Yes, she married Adrian Pucey. They had moved to France before the war, but came back once the bond was revealed between you and her brother."

"What for?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Ingrid is the last Rowle, besides her brother, when the bond revealed itself, the Rowle tapestry changed to reflect your upcoming nuptials and she came back to speak with you. She has been in contact with the ministry about how it will be possible. Thorfinn is the last of his house, he needs an heir. She's been at Rowling Hills for the week you've been gone. I would speak to Narcissa about details, I'm sure Narcissa has already been planning your wedding."

Hermione groaned, knowing he was probably right. "Okay, but I have to get back to… er… I have to get back to the room. Cheeks is with her, I also want to speak to Rodolphus, I want to tell him I'm having her moved." Kingsley nodded as she walked out the door. He sighed slightly and took a minute before he began to leave the room. He needed Rodolphus to be in the visiting room before he sent a patronus to Hermione to meet her father there. He also needed to leave soon, there was some business that he needed to attend to soon.

Hermione stayed with Bellatrix and Cheeks, who had felt the anger in her Missy Lyra's magic and was also upset. Cheeks had finished cleansing Bella fully. Her black curls were shiny and clean, no longer looking like the rat's nest that was so reminiscent of Hermione's hair in school. She sat with Bella, who was still silent, Hermione wondered if she was in some sort of post traumatic stress stage, but didn't know if she could be. She was, at one time, one of Voldemort's most loyal, killing and torturing others, she wasn't sure this was traumatic enough. Though she didn't put it passed her. Hermione was no doctor, she didn't want to put the hippogryph before the carriage or whatever the saying.

Not sure if Bella wanted to hear her talk, Hermione found she didn't much care, the silence was killing her. She was very surprised that she wasn't scared to be in the isolation room with Bellatrix, not like she had been the week before. She deduced it was because she had seen Bellatrix go through a traumatic event, it made her more real… more… human. Hermione began talking about whatever was on her mind, anything to keep the mood from focusing on what had happened. Hermione began talking about her childhood, not even sure why, she was pretty sure Bellatrix wouldn't even know what a bike was- or that it took her three months to learn how to ride one when she was nine. Or that she had a stuffed dragon when she was four that she never went to bed without, that she still had it to this day. That her parents were dentist who never let her have sweets, but once a year on her birthday, she was allowed the biggest ice cream sundae her little stomach could handle and she would get sick every year until she went off to Hogwarts. She had continued to talk to Bellatrix, spewing out whatever she could think of just until the healer and the auror came.

Once the witches came to transport Bella, Hermione realised the healer was Pansy, Hermione ordered Cheeks to stay with Bella to make sure everything was okay when they got to the hospital and to report back to Hermione once Bellatrix was settled. With one final squeeze of the hand, Hermione left her mother in the capable hands of her friend, she watched them leave the room. Hermione sighed, walking out of the medical ward wondering if her life was ever supposed to be normal.

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Hermione made her way down to the visitor's floor, Kingsley had sent her a patronus letting her know that Rodolphus was waiting for her in one of the conference rooms. Passing guards in the corridor, Hermione sneered at all of them. She was disgusted with the actions of these wizards, condemning them all until she knew otherwise. A few were escorted by Aurors, pale and chained, Hermione glared at the wizards even harder, feeling her magic spark even more. She opened the door to the conference room and slammed it shut behind her, closing her eyes and revelling in the noise. Her blood was still racing, she was still very upset over the day's events, she had wanted to cry, but couldn't allow herself to do so. Not until she was done talking to her father. He had to know about Bellatrix, no matter their relationship, he was her husband.

"Lyra?" Rodolphus said, surprised as he sat there chained to the chair he was sitting in. Hermione opened her eyes, noticing that Harry was sitting with him.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out, she answered, "No, my name is not Lyra, it's Hermione. Has been all my life, please." She let out another breath, "Please don't call me Lyra."

Rodolphus nodded his head, still staring at his daughter. He had spent the last week trying to remember every time he had seen his Ly- Hermione over the years. He could only remember a handful of times, he was not present at the ministry that evening all those years ago, he hadn't been at that manor the day she and her friends had been captured, he had been off doing something with his brother, Rabastan. He was now thankful he was not there, he had heard his wife had been having nightmares again, since they had found out about their daughter. He had heard that she had stopped eating, stopped drinking, that she had lost her will to live. He wanted to comfort his Bella, but… at the same time… he wasn't sure he could forgive her for hurting their daughter.

Blinking, he realised he had been staring at her, "What are you doing here? I didn't think I'd get a chance to… to see you again. Having a former death eater as a father is hardly a selling point."

Hermione chuckled in spite of herself, "I wasn't going to, but Kingsley asked me to come to check on Bellatrix."

"How is your mother?" Rodolphus asked quickly, not getting any answers over the past few weeks, he was worried.

"Dead." Hermione said absentmindedly

"WHAT?!" Rodolphus roared, jumping up from his seat, anger and grief already clouding his face.

Harry jumped up too, wand in hand and Hermione was startled at his reaction until she remembered what she just said, "No! Oh, I meant- I meant, my mother, Jean- Sorry! I- Bella is being taken to St. Mungos, she's not dead!"

Rodolphus took a deep breath, frowning but calming down. He sat back down and Harry slowly lowered his wand and sat too, but keeping his wand out as a precaution. "Why did she have to go to St. Mungos?" Rodolphus asked in a barely controlled tone.

Hermione fiddled with a ring she wore on her middle finger, twirling it around. She was a bit antsy to tell him now, she had already angered him by implying Bellatrix died, she wasn't sure what he would do when he found out she had been defiled by the guards.

"Uh, she had to be transferred because she needed medical attention that she was not getting here," The look that Rodolphus told her that he wasn't buying what she was telling him. Hermione groaned and closed her eyes. Holding her head up, she looked at her biological father and said, "When we arrived we found a guard abusing his position with several guards looking the other way." The anger was radiating out of Rodolphus' aristocratic features, his lips fell into a stiff thin line, like he was biting back several curses and hexes. Even with the magic dampening charm on the building, Hermione could feel his magical signature pulsing out of him in waves. "I was able to stop… uh… I was able to stop the guard from finishing, but he had not been the… uh… it seems like…" Hermione didn't know where to go with this, his magic was surrounding her, she could recognise it's touch on her own. It felt warm and comforting to her, but still felt threatening and almost deadly. Closing her eyes, she managed to send her own magic to him. It had the desired effect, his magic began to calm, "I had her transferred to St. Mungos to get treated and the guards that were there are being arrested and Kingsley is looking into the rest of them as well."

Harry cleared his throat and both LeStranges looked up at him, "Uh, Kingsley is also thinking of having you, as well as Thorfinn Rowle released early on parole." Hermione raised her eyebrows in confusion, "Well, when the guards were brought down to the office from the conference room, the aurors that came in overheard them speaking softly about revenge within the prison. I went to Kingsley about it when he came down later. He was already talking about releasing Thorfinn to his sister Ingrid, but he had to portkey back to the ministry to see about your father. Bellatrix is okay now that she's at St. Mungos, I have an auror posted at her door for the meantime, but the real concern is you, Rodolphus." Harry said to the man, his green eyes meeting the older wizard's blue, "you are the only one left inside that is directly connected to Hermione, so that is why I'm sitting here with you and not another guard, we don't want to take any chances. Just waiting for Kingsley to find out the details." Rodolphus regarded his daughter's friend and nodded in understanding.

"So where would he go Harry?" Hermione asked confused.

"He would stay with Daphne and myself…" Harry started but Hermione shook her head.

"No, you are too busy and Daphne does not need to babysit a grown man."

Rodolphus chuckled at this thought, of being baby sat like he was a toddler, "I do have a home you know. LeStrange Estate, it's on the other side of Wiltshire. Bella wanted to be close to Narcissa."

"You won't be able to be on your own, you have to have someone stay with you."

Hermione groaned, knowing where this was going, "I will stay with him. I was going to look for a new place anyways, let Ron keep the flat. I will move in with Rodolphus. I'll let Kingsley know of the plans."

Rodolphus looked up in surprise. He had not been expecting that. He was sure they would assign an auror to stay with him or make him stay with Lucius and Narcissa. He didn't want to hope too much, he didn't know this young woman, he would have to get to know her. This young lady, Hermione, he would actually get a chance to know her. "Would I be able to visit Bella? I would like to see if she's okay while she's in the hospital."

Hermione nodded, knowing he probably hadn't seen his wife since the previous week, "I will let Kingsley know that you would like to see her. It might be a few days, but I will check on her later today."

Rodolphus gave her a smile in thanks.

A knock on the door startled them all. Harry stood up to answer it and in walked an auror with a giant of a man. "Sorry sir, Kingsley sent word for me to bring the prisoner to you." The wizard said, gesturing to the chained man. Harry nodded and the man turned and left.

The prisoner looked up and smirked, "Roddy, what a pleasant surprise, care to introduce me to my bride?" Thorfinn Rowle drawled with a grin. Hermione groaned, arms collapsing on the table with her head to follow as she heard his familiar voice. The voice of a man she hadn't thought of since she oblivated his memories over seven years ago. The man she was suppose to marry in six months or risk death. Somehow she found herself wondering if death would be preferable.