~ When Insanity Stops ~
Summary: At the end of Hermione's fifth year, she feels depressed about all the stuff that has happened. One morning upon waking up, Hermione finds someone else in bed with her. And that's the only the start of this interesting tale.
Ministry of
Magic
Public Relations
Flicking her wand, the young woman sitting at the desk proceeds to open the last of the day's mail. Using a priority spell, she puts the mail into three neat piles. Those that need to be looked at right away, those that can wait and those that should be tossed into the garbage.
Taking the largest of the three piles, she sighs as she flicks her wand. The pile disappears, forming one large list of who wrote in a complaint. "I hate the garbage bin," mutters the young woman, as the list gets longer. When it was finally done, she flicks her wand at it. This records the complaints and files them away until later.
The second pile is handled the same way, only instead of filing it away, the parchment is placed in the in bin to be looked over after the holiday. Smiling in satisfaction, the woman uses another spell to prioritize the last pile.
"Good afternoon," mumbles Mister Kripples as he enters the office area. "What have you got for me today, Miss Eliza?"
Handing over the prioritize list of priority mail, Eliza answers, "It's all sorted, this is the last of the priority mail. Those that need immediate attention are on top. Those that can wait are in your in bin, the rest are filed away."
"Thank you my dear," replies Mister Kripples as he moves into his office leaving the door open. Riffling throw the papers, he makes several snorting noises. "Miss Eliza? Could you please come here and read this?"
"Yes, sir," answers Eliza entering his office. Taking the piece of parchment from his outstretched hands, she quickly reads it. "I'm done."
"Now what does it say?" questions Mister Kripples while he rubes his tired eyes.
"It says that Misses Hermione Granger Black, has regain full consciences. The Minister of Magic, one Arthur Weasley requests that this office issues a release notice of change in her condition."
"Thank you my dear," states Mister Kripples happily. "I thought my tired eyes were deceiving me."
"Do you want me to issue the standard release or would you like to write it?" asks Eliza.
"I'll do it," answers Mister Kripples. "Thank you."
St. Mungo's
Department Heads
Office
Looking down intently at the post he just received, Oswald Willow, one of the Department Head of all of St. Mungo's Hospital was rather intrigued. Not much intrigues him these days, since he's been one of the Head for well over three decades. Getting up, he heads over to the file cabinets. Flicking his wand, one folder pops out and floats into his hands. Hermione Granger-Black.
Turning he heads back over to his desk. Plopping the folder down, Oswald taps his coffee cup for a refill. Lifting up the steaming cup, he takes a sip. Sitting down, he reaches for the file. It looks like another win for those Gryffidors. I wonder what she was like; she must have been something to tame someone like Sirius. Breaking the seal, Oswald starts to read the file carefully.
Reaching for his quill, Oswald makes several notes to the file. Why is this person even on this case? Rubbing his eyes, he runs his finger over the tabs until he finds the tab labeled 'Guardian Care.' Reaching in, he was shocked to feel the sheer amount of parchment under the label. Bloody hell! There has to be at least seventy rolls of parchment here.
Grunting, he reaches for his wand. Muttering a spell, he was surprised to see that none of the parchment separated into different piles. What the bloody hell! They all can't be complaints! Picking up the top parchment, he reads it thoroughly. Sighing heavily, Oswald reaches for a fresh roll of parchment. This has got to come to an end. They shouldn't have to deal with this on top of everything else. At lest I can do something about this one.
Half an hour later, Oswald seals the parchment. Reaching over he taps his wand against a small brown box. Soft knocking occurs before a young man walks into the room.
"You wanted something, Sir," asks the man.
"Yes," states Oswald handing over the parchment. "Have this delivered to Arthur Weasley's home. And inform the Psychological Department that Miss. Erin Conheart will be put on notice of suspension."
"Suspension? Sir?" gently asks the man.
"Yes," answers Oswald. "We here at St. Mungo work towards the betterment of our patients not against them."
The Burrow
The Family Room
"Right here," answers a voice near the stairs. Turning towards the voice, Sirius's smile disappears when his jaw drops. "Do you like it?" asks Hermione rather nervously. Reaching up Hermione touches her hair in a nervous gesture. "Well? How do you like it?"
There stood Hermione wearing a washed out pair of blue jeans, a pale pink shirt under a soft gray sweatshirt. Her lips were covered with lip-gloss giving them a kissable look. While her eyes had only a smudge of eyeliner on, making one notice the intelligence that sparkled within her eyes.
Following her hand with his eyes, Sirius notices that Hermione long tresses were cut short. Gone was the waist length hair; in its place was shoulder length hair that was curled outward. Merlin! She's beautiful, absolutely gorgeous!
"Wow!" gushes Ron moving closer to Hermione only to have Sirius whip his head around and growl furiously at him. Hermione flushes pink then pale. Tears were starting to form in her eyes.
Sirius's eyes were flashing dangerously as a muscle in his jaw twitches. "That's my wife," snaps Sirius. "Stay away!" Swiftly moving over to Hermione, Sirius wraps his arms around her. Pulling her close to him, he softly mumbles, "I'm going to need a long cold shower." Placing his cheek on top of her head, Sirius mutters, "Merlin, you're so beautiful."
Upon hearing Sirius, Hermione decides to punish him slightly. Tilting her head, which was directly under his, she kisses the base of his neck. Low hungry growling erupts from Sirius's throat as he tightens his grip on her. Hmm, I think someone's been naughty. Sticking out her tongue, Hermione slowly licks a small portion of his neck.
"Any more of that and we're going home," groans Sirius as he returns the favor by placing kisses on her forehead, her top of her nose and then ravishing her mouth. Loud fake coughing reaches Hermione's ears. Why is someone doing that?
"K-I-S-S-I-N-G," chants Fred and George getting into full swing of the nursery rhyme. Reliantly pulling away from Sirius, Hermione sucks in a deep breath.
"Boys," sneers Severus. "If you can't find something constructive to do…." offers Severus. "I'll find something for you."
"Nah," dismisses Fred. "We got something up our sleeves."
"That I'm sure of," snickers Hermione inside Sirius's embrace. "But the question is, what?"
"Well," huffs George while wiggling his eyebrows. "You're just going to have to find out!" The two instantly disappear with a rather loud pop.
"They're up to something," mutters Sirius narrowing his eyes on the spot were the twins were. "Anyone have any clue as to what?"
"Nope," answers Tonks slipping her arms around Remus's waist. "But I for one can't wait to see what they have planned."
Flopping of wings coming from a tan brown owl, gain everyone's attention. Bill being the closest to the owl relieves it of its post. He gives the owl some treats before it flies away. Looking over the seal, Bill announces, "It's from St. Mungo's."
Hogwarts
Dumbledore's Office
"Flickering Willows," states Dumbledore clearly to the portrait in front of him. The painting swung open, in the wall was a small hole. Laying there was a small long box, reaching in he removes the box. "I think Mrs. Black will want her wand back. Don't you?"
"Oh yes," laughs Minerva. "She probably wanted it back the minute she opened her eyes." Running loving fingers over the box that Dumbledore has placed into her hands. "But do you think she's ready to have it back?"
"I don't think Mister Potter would have send us an owl," honestly answers Dumbledore. "If he wasn't completely sure. Besides, Harry knows that Sirius would have had his head."
"That's certainly true," laughs Minerva.
Bookish Owls
Editor Baddock Office
Opening the door, Rita smiles back at Malcolm. "So we're agreed?"
"Oh yes," purrs Rita positively glowing. "I think it's absolutely perfect. I'll get to start on the new chapters containing her third year affair with Sirius while playing Harry and Ron against each other."
"Good, good," calls Malcolm from somewhere inside his office. "By the time we're done, Ms. Black will be pariah in the magical community. The public will be clamoring to have her locked up."
"That filthy muggle born is going to get what's coming to her," sneers Rita. A blaring laugh escapes Rita as she closes the door, tucking the manuscript under her arm. Walking swiftly, she leaves the building with a huge smirk on her face. Unknown to her two pairs of eyes followed her every move.
Ministry of
Magic
Public Relations
Putting the finial touches on the release statement, Mister Kripples smiles. "It's about time," he happily mutters. Turning his tired eyes to the photography lined up on his desk. Picking up one with a young woman holding a small baby, he traces the frame with on old finger.
"Now its my turn to repay the debt," whispers Mister Kripples. "I have just finished the finial touches. Mrs. Black might never know that without her, you my precious child wouldn't have survived to give me my first grandchild. But I know." Taking a breath, he gently replaces the photograph back on his desk.
"Miss Eliza?" calls out Mister Kripples. When the women came into the office, Mister Kripples handed her a roll of parchment. "Please make sure that it runs in the Daily Prophet tonight."
"Yes sir," answers Eliza taking the roll of parchment.
"And when your done," offers Mister Kripples. "You can take the rest of the day off."
"Thank you sir," gushes Eliza rushing out of the office. Smiling to himself, Mister Kripples starts to pack up his office.
"Time to head home," happily mutters Mister Kripples.
Diagon Alley
Near Weasley's Wizard Wheezes
Nudging the man standing next to him, he discreetly points out the woman striding past the store. The other man notices her overly happy facial expression, with a grim look he draws out his wand. The other man reaches into a bag around his waist pulling out several small items.
"This is going to be fun," whispers one of the men while the other smirks evilly.
Waiting until she hurries past them, they slow emerge from their hiding spot. Together they creep unannounced on their unsuspecting victim.
The Burrow
Front Yard
Landing with a crackling loud pop, Fred and George smirk at each other before running into the family room. Rushing into the room, Fred instantly notices that Hermione was sitting on Sirius's lap. Well doesn't she look like the cat who has gotten her cream… or was it the contented cat who … oh bugger it. She looks content.
Nudging his head towards the couple, Fred smirks when George looks down at them. An answering smirk on George's face lets Fred know that he's thinking the same thing he was.
"Well if it isn't the two vanishing Houdini's?" comments Hermione causing both Fred and George to pause, wondering who Hermione was referring too.
"Houdini," draws Sirius as he strokes Hermione's back. "Was a famous muggle magician. However, Hermione is referring to your vanishing act earlier today."
"Well," starts George smiling like the little devil that he is. "You… wait. What's that?" asks George pointing to a roll of parchment on the nightstand near Sirius and Hermione.
"Sirius got a letter," answers Hermione. "From a friend…"
"Sirius has a friend!" exclaims Fred jokingly. "Who knew that Sirius has a friend and didn't tell us?"
"Wow!" gushes George getting into the act. "Sirius has one friend, he must feel special." Both Fred and George glance at Sirius under their eyelashes. When he doesn't react at all, they start getting spooked. "Ok, I'll give," declares George. "What did his friend have to say?"
"It's from a Doctor Oswald Willow," states Hermione.
"Wait," interrupts Fred sitting down abruptly. "One of the Heads of St. Mungo's is a friend of Sirius's?"
"Yes," happily shouts Molly from the kitchen. "It's wonderful don't you think so?"
Seeing that both Fred and George were completely lost, Sirius hands them the letter to read. Within seconds of reading the letter, both Fred and George let of a loud shout of pure joy. "Erin has been removed as a caseworker and has thus been put on suspension!"
"Oh Hermione!" laughs Fred giving Hermione a quick hug. "This is great news!"
"Yes it is," agrees Sirius. Hermione blushes as she lifts up her hand, cupping Sirius's face. Using her hands, Hermione guides Sirius's face closer to hers. Hesitantly Hermione places her lips over Sirius's.
Ministry of
Magic
Central
Processing
BANG!
The front door slam open, in walks an irate looking woman covered in boils. Her hair was florescent puke green with a large strip of yellow down the middle. Stalking over to the counter, the woman glares at the person behind the counter.
"I want to file an assaulted charge!" snaps the irate woman. "I want those hooligans arrested for this," gesturing to herself. "They stole important documents!"
"Ok madam," calmly agrees the woman behind the counter. Reaching down her pulls out a sheet of parchment. "First we're going to need your name and the names of those who assaulted you."
"My name is Rita Skeeter," huffs Rita simmering with anger. "It was those Weasley's!"
"Oh, so that's were I recognize that from," laughs the woman behind the counter.
"DO YOU THINK
THIS IS FUNNY!" bellows Rita. "I
DO NOT!"
The woman behind the counter rumples up her report. Snapping two fingers. Two men dressed in Aurors robes stand directly behind Rita.
"Please take Miss Skeeter down to Central Booking," calmly states the woman behind the counter.
As the Aurors drag Rita away, she screams, "You can't do this."
The Burrow
The Family Room
Slowly pulling away from Sirius, Hermione notices the twinkle within the depths of his blue eyes. What did he do now? It has to be something, because he looks awfully sure of himself.
"Sirius," greets Ginny as she hands him a drink. "Mione," states Ginny handing over a glass. Taking the glass from her, Hermione notices Fred and George's matching grins.
"All right," mutters Hermione. "What did the two of you do?"
"Who?" asks George playfully.
"Fred and George," stresses Hermione giving them her patient glare. "What did you do?" The grins grew, as did the snickering coming from them to such a degree that it got Severus, Remus and Arthur's attention as well.
"We did what we do best," snickers Fred reaching into his bag. Pulling out a book, he hands it over to Hermione. "I thought you might like something interesting to read."
Taking the book from Fred, Hermione puts it on her lap. Looking down, Hermione scrunches her nose at the title. 'Hogwarts: A Tale of a Tramp.' What kind of book is this? Flipping open the first page, Hermione reads the name of the author.
"Fred! George! How did you get your hands on this?" questions Hermione as her eyes slightly bulge.
Until Later