Hermione Granger needed a bloody drink and she needed on badly. The last five years of her life was hell. She modified the memories of her parents to protect them. Her parents divorced. When she found her mother to lift the memories, her mother promptly thanked her for giving her an excuse to kick David Granger to the curb and then disowned Hermione for tampering for her memories. Hermione was left without a means to support herself in the Muggle world and she only had herself to blame.
Thankfully Shacklebolt helped take control of the Ministry in the aftermath of Voldemort's fall. What happened with Harry was shocking. Ron was placed as the head of the Auror Department which made perfectly sense naturally. The fact several Aurors resigned in anger caused the Ministry to scramble to issue assurances everything was okay.
The meeting with Harry potter chilled her to the bone.
"Did he accept the plea?" Daphne Greengrass asked. She looked at Hermione with the usual raging amount of indifference that she normally observed for an ant scurrying beneath her shoe.
"No, he seems content to stay in Azkaban," Hermione commented.
"And your brilliant work was what placed him there in the first place," Daphne commented dryly.
"I was trying to uphold the law, to make the world a safer place," Hermione argued. Daphne looked at her with a frown.
"I was just complimenting your work ethic Granger, no need to get offended with me," Daphne commented. "You need to watch it. Your aura of invincibility is chipping away. They're seeing all of the flaws you have and they're not pretty. Shacklebolt might have vouched for you and his staff might be full of Dumbledore's old cronies, but…..times are changing."
"We're just trying to make sure the old purebloods don't take back control," Hermione argued.
"Well, best of luck with that, the Greengrasses never supported them, but we never moved against them either," Daphne said. She smiled and placed the folder in front of Hermione. "A little bed time reading for you. Although I don't think that you'll be sleeping with the lights on when you read this. Sweet dreams, Granger."
Daphne's tone dripped with condescending. Hermione flipped through the folder and looked utterly appalled. The newest player on the chess board struck again and he took out people on "both sides." Former supporters of Voldemort and Dumbledore alike had been destroyed. She frowned deeply when she read what she had in front of her.
They didn't have a chance. The names weren't too prominent but there were hints the threats will escalate.
"Councilor Granger, Minister Shacklebolt wants a word with you," a woman in her thirties said, poking her head into Hermione's office.
"Of course he does," Hermione commented. Her drink would have to wait even though she wanted to drown her sorrows in something. The dark haired woman stepped forward and kept walking until she reached Shacklebolt's office.
"Sit down, Councilor," Shacklebolt said.
She noticed that Ron was sitting there. She hadn't spoken to Ron since Harry was sentenced to Azkaban. Ron's new position as Head of the Auror office went to his head.
"What are you going to do about Potter?" Ron asked.
"I talked to him and asked him to accept the plea," Hermione said. She chose her next few words carefully. She knew that if she said too much, they might not believe her. "And he didn't."
"Doesn't he want to get out of Azkaban, he never stood up much to the Dementors," Ron said. He sounded quite proud of himself that he remembered that.
"He refused to get out, saying that he has no regrets about slaughtering Umbridge," Hermione said. Ron's eyes darted over her face.
"You've got to make him sign that plea, we need him to fight that monster that's slaughtering my Aurors and making me look bad," Ron commented.
"Oh, I'm sure that this new threat isn't the one that's making your leadership look bad, Ronald," Hermione replied dryly.
"Don't try and sugarcoat it Hermione, if it wasn't for him, I would not be in the trouble that I'm in," Ron said, ignoring the implied slight. "I sent you there because Harry always listened to you. Can't you keep him on a leash?"
"You're implying that I have any control over someone who slipped over the deep end," Hermione said. She was getting very annoyed with Ron. "Look Ron, if you think that you're so smart, why don't you go to Azkaban and get Harry to sign the plea?"
"Fine, you can't even do your job anymore, I have to do everything, just like I had to do everything at Hogwarts," Ron said.
"Because you're such a genius, because it was because of your brilliance that we go out of so many death defying situations," Hermione said to him.
"Hermione, Ron, enough," Shacklebolt said. He felt like he was babysitting junior Aurors again. "Mr. Weasley, if you wish to try and convince Harry to sign the plea bargain, maybe you're should."
"That's right, Harry was your best mate, he's bound to listen to you," Hermione commented, patting Ron on the back. "I mean, you're Ron Weasley. You're the master of chess, you're the chessmaster. You're bloody brilliant and all that stuff."
"That's right, I'm the chessmaster, I'm bloody brilliant," Ron commented. He was pumped up and excited. "I mean, I helped save the Philosopher's Stone from You-Know-Who and saved my sister from the Chamber of Secrets and helped Harry master the Patronus spell and showed unprecedented loyalty by standing by him like a true friend during the Triwizard Tournament. I helped organize a rebellion against Dolores Umbridge as well, by giving Harry the idea to start the DA. And I destroyed Horcruxes, I beat Death Eaters."
"Yes, you did all of those things, Ron, and you can do this as well!" Hermione cheered excitedly. "You can do this, you can save the world."
"Yes, I can do it, I'm Ron Weasley!" Ron cheered.
"You are Ron Weasley!" Hermione reminded him.
"Yes, I'm Ron Weasley!" Ron said, pumping a fist up into the air in excited.
"You are the chessmaster!" Hermione told it.
"I am the chessmaster!" Ron yelled.
"You are bloody brilliant!" Hermione said.
"I am bloody brilliant!" Ron yelled.
"You are a sex machine and a bonafide stud!" Hermione shouted.
Ron stopped and looked at her with a quizzical expression. "I am?"
"You are Ronald Fucking Weasley!" Hermione yelled.
"Yes, I am Ronald Fucking Weasley!" Ron agreed, bopping up and down with exciting brimming from his eyes.
"Now get it done!" Hermione said.
Ron jumped up and nearly tripped over his overlarge feet. He maintained such composure of dignity as he followed.
Shacklebolt sighed. He needed a drink or at least smoke some of that stuff that made him mellow that Tonks introduced to him way back in the day.
"Go get him, Ron, I believe in you!" Hermione yelled. She waited for Ron to get off.
She sighed.
"Oh, what a blithering idiot."
Harry Potter looked up and saw Ron Weasley of all people show up outside of the cell.
"I've been trying to cut back on the ginger, thanks," Harry commented lightly.
"Harry, the Ministry wants to sentence you to the Dementor's kiss," Ron said. "You need to sign that plea bargain thingy that Hermione showed you the other day, and you'll be let out free."
"Ron, I told this to Hermione, I got the words I must not tell lies engraved into my hands," Harry said. He waved his hands. "I'm not lying. I willingly killed Dolores Umbridge. And I'm glad that I did so. She was going to cause more people to suffer."
"Well no one blames you for killing Umbridge, mate," Ron said. He thought about it himself at least five times a day after all. "But, can't you just pretend that you didn't mean to kill her. I mean, can't you just claim the Imperius Curse? That seems to work for people as rich as you."
"If I would have done that, a lot of people wouldn't have been killed," Harry admitted.
"Yes, Harry, you can see that, can't you?" Ron asked.
"I can see that clearly, and I told you Ron, I can't agree to this plea bargain because….I…..MUST…..NOT….TELL…..LIES!"
Harry tapped at his hand repeatedly.
"I don't get why you can't do this, mate, I mean, you'll be free and away from these filthy Dementors," Ron said.
"They don't appreciate your breath, by the way," Harry said. Ron looked at him strangely. Harry would have said that he broke his brain if he didn't know for a fact that was impossible. "You know, I hear what's been happening. And you have that cushy position only because of me."
"I earned this through years of distinguished service in the Auror Department!" Ron said indignantly.
"Oh, sure, Ron, whatever allows you to sleep well at night," Harry said. "And I wonder how the families of all of the Aurors that you sent to your death think of your stellar leadership."
"We can't fight someone like that, he knows magic that we've never dreamed of," Ron said.
"Oh, I'm sure that you'd figure something out, after all, you are the Chessmaster," Harry commented. "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't live long enough to die later on. Or something like that."
"Harry, please, you got to agree to this, we need you!" Ron yelled and he got on his knees.
"Get up on your feet, I never want to see a male Weasley on their knees," Harry said. Ron stood up, acting dignified. "It must suck though."
"Suck because of what mate?" Ron asked.
"So, have you and Hermione resolved your unresolved sexual tension yet?" Harry asked.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Ron said.
"I mean, I figured that the two of you would get together by now, I mean, it's a very co-dependent relationship," Harry replied.
"Are you jealous because you could never have Hermione?" Ron asked.
"Been there, done that," Harry answered dryly.
"What do you mean?" Ron asked.
"Camping trip, remember when you ran off on us," Harry answered. "You know, that was another stirring example of your loyalty just like what you showed in your fourth year when you stood by me in the Triwizard Tournament."
"You and Hermione….you and Hermione…." Ron said. "I thought you saw her as a sister."
"And since when has that meant jack in pureblood society," Harry answered. He could see Ron's temper reaching near lethal levels. "She was willing pussy, she was there, and I was bored. Powerful wizards need constant sexual relief constantly, no matter what the source. Or bad things happened. Hermione isn't half bad, providing you gag her. Nice body, a tight ass….well not so tight anymore, but you get the point."
"You….you…..you did it with her!" Ron yelled. He was completely and utterly beyond all anger.
"Yes, Ron, we copulated, we fucked, we did the nasty, we did the beast with two backs, we did the horizontal mambo…..WE HAD SEX!" Harry yelled at him. He enjoyed digging underneath Ron's skin and pushing every single one of his buttons. "It wasn't the best that I had but….when you have lemons, you make lemonade. But, I rode that horse for everything it's worth. Just remember, every hole that she has, I've been there first."
"You bastard, we were friends, you broke the bro code!" Ron yelled. He tried to slam his way to the cell but he didn't remember the defensive spells that knocked him back.
"Oh, that's got to hurt, should have aimed for head," Harry said. He dropped to a low voice. "Although you being on your back reminded me that Hermione was on her back, underneath her back. Hang on, I believe I remember what she said."
Harry closed his eyes.
"Oh Harry, take me, I'm your slut, I'm your whore, you know how to work this pussy, oh yeah, take me, fucking ruin me, Ron has nothing on you!" Harry mocked.
Ron again ran for the door, once again forgetting the defensive charms. He landed back first into the ground and cursed.
"You should get your soul sucked out for that, Potter!" Ron yelled. "After all that me and my family have done for you, you go and do this. You….you're a true monster!"
"Yes, Ron, a sexual beast," Harry said. He grinned at him. "But, I had to break it off. Don't worry, you can have leftovers….if I left anything leftover that is."
"You think that you're so brave in that cage Potter, don't you?" Ron asked.
"It's rather cozy, yes," Harry commented. "Not as cozy as Hermione's pussy was before I wrecked her for life with all twelve inches."
There was a buzz and the regular Azkaban guards looked at Ron. There were human guards that were hired to keep an eye on the Dementors, independent from the Ministry. It was another measure that Harry arranged before he lost his mind.
Every one of them was female as well.
"We're sorry if he disturbed you, Mr. Potter," one of them said, her eyes narrowed towards Ron.
"Not at all, he was just saying goodbye, Kara," Harry said. Ron wasn't going to make that much of a scene right now, but he was. "Weren't you my old friend? My bosom buddy? My best mate who will be through everything with me, thick and thin."
Ron growled when the two guards lead him off. He actually would have rather taken his chances with the Dementors than these women.
"On second thought, I may be lying," Harry commented when Ron was out of an earshot.