Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling and others, but not me.
A.N. *Demimondaine means whore Lucky people you get two chapters because I though I uploaded chapter 4 yesterday.
Harry Potter: Unspeakable
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He was standing directly in front of the curtain now.
He pulled it aside.
"Hedwig!"
The owl hooted in reply happily.
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Next morning.
A frizzy brunette strode in the ministry of magic.
She stopped at the secretary who was flipping through the "Witch Weekly"
"I need to speak to Mr. Weasley please." Hermione said cordially.
"You'll need to make an appointment with him. He's free at 9:15." The secretary said, not bothering to look up.
"That won't do. I must speak with him now." Hermione said patiently.
"You can speak to him at 9:15."
"I must speak to him now. I'm Dr. Granger of the Arithmantists United."
"9:15. He's busy. He is the head of Aurors you know? He doesn't need to speak to anyone like you, unless you're his wife or fiancée and that's me." The secretary said, looking up at Hermione with an annoyed look.
"I may not be his wife or fiancée, but I demand to speak to him now. I don't care if you feel that I am unworthy of attention of the soon to be Mrs. Weasley." Hermione said frostily, giving her an icy steel-like stare.
"You have to wait like everyone else." The fiancée said coolly.
"*Demimondaine, get him out here or I will." Hermione said calmly, knowing that the girl would not understand.
"Speak more clearly if you want something."
"Stupefy dormis."
Hermione then strolled past her, shoving the door open.
"Ronald Weasley." She greeted calmly.
"Hermione Granger. Haven't seen you for a while." He said coldly.
"3 and a 1/2 months I believe. "
"You missed the rehearsal reception."
"Indeed I did. There I was thinking 3 years in a relationship was worth more than 3 months, but apparently I was wrong. After all, you and the girl out there got together."
"We did. My lovely soon to be wife and I are so happy together. You're invited to the wedding next week."
"Indeed. Well, I haven't come here to talk about personal lives. There's another connection between Arithmancy and Runology. Apparently the numbers of one's birth date and hour have runes attuned to them. Then the runes attributed to the star alignment at one's birth are added up. The runes for birth numbers are also added up, and you can see the status of the person by saying "Stasus" and the two runic words."
"And why are you telling me this?"
"I figured out the runic name for Harry."
"I should have known that this was coming. You said you liked me, but you stopped caring. It was always about Harry after he died. To the hells of Morgan Le Fay, he's dead! Why do you even bother trying to prove that Harry is alive?" Ron asked, yelling.
"Because I know he is. I did not stop caring. You did. You devoted all you damn time to the Aurors! Don't you dare try to blame me Weasley." Hermione yelled back.
"I'm not going to argue with you. If you have nothing else to say, then leave." Ron said calmly.
"I did the Stasus. He came up within the spell. Harry's alive."
"What?" Ron asked, stunned.
"He's alive. We have to get him out of the grave now before he dies." Hermione said urgently.
"What if it's false alarm?" Ron asked, hoping that it wasn't.
"We'll never know until we check, and we have NO time to contact the rest of the ministry." Hermione stated.
"Let's go then!" Ron said, pulling her with him out of the office.
"What about your fiancée?" Hermione asked, pausing to look at the secretary.
"She's coming with me." Ron said, heading out of the building to the nearest apparition site.
"She's asleep and is still in there."
"No. The secretary is sleeping. My fiancée is right here." Ron said, as they reached the apparition site.
"I don't know any fiancée of yours then." Hermione said feeling bothered.
"Don't you?"
"No. I don't."
The apparated.
"Well, who's with me currently?" Ron asked.
"Me. But I'm…" Hermione stopped.
They moved to Harry's grave.
"You're still my fiancée if you'll still accept." Ron said.
"And why will I accept?"
"Because I'm asking you to marry me for the second time?"
"I won't accept because you're asking for the second time…"
"Ok then." Ron said impassively.
"…I will accept though because you were actually being decent for a moment." Hermione finished.
"I knew that was coming…" Ron said turning red.
"I believe you. Opeies."
The dirt moved out of the way.
"Remorista." Ron said.
The lid flew off to reveal…
A.N. Review please… I feel so sad without them. Criticism, comments, and suggestions are still welcomed!