What is Happily Every After?
Summary: Spoliers 4 HBP! Hermione always wondered what happily every after was. A great guy or a exciting career. Well right now she seems to think it's her career as ministry of magic.
Disclaimer: Does any one on this bloody site own Harry Potter? I don't think so!
A/N: This is about a year or two after Voldemort was killed. Hermione was appionted Ministry of Magic almost first thing after his fall becauses of all her work during the war.
Chapter 1 A Regular Day
"Miss Granger, the Azkaban Control Office Head, Mr. Kenneth Wood, is here to present the updated list of prisoners and wants to discuss your next trip to Azkaban." Said a young woman who had a stack of files in her hand. "And these need to be looked at." She said dropping the large pile on Hermione's large desk.
Hermione had aged gracifully in the last ten years. Her hair had become beautiful curls that sat upon her shoulders. Her face was just as young and full of life as it always had. Her eyes still held their thrist for knowledge and know it all look.
"Send Wood in." Hermione said as she quickly organized the files on her desk.
A tall man in his late twenties came into the room as the woman left. He had long raven hair that was pulled into a low ponytail and soft gray eyes. His face was very defiant and all of his features were well chisaled. He had a thin muscular body and walked like he owned the world. He wore crisp blue robes and a pair of dragon hide boots. On his shoulder was a large bag made of dragon hide and in his hand was a few files. Many of the wokers, female ones, thought that he was the image of a bad boy.
"Wotcher!" He said as he set down in the chair across from Hermione.
"You need to see me?" Hermione said in a business tone.
"This is a list of all the prisoners curently at Azkaban." Wood said as he handed a piece of paper to Hermione from one of the files.
Hermione looked at the list it was full of death eaters.
Avery
Bletchley
Bole
Crabbe
Crabbe
Dolohov
Flint
Goyle
Goyle
Higgs
Jugson
Lestrange
Lestrange
Lestrange
Macnair
Malfoy
Hermione froze on the name Malfoy. She knew that the last remaining Malfoy was Draco. His parents had died during the war and he had been badly injuried last Hermione had heard.
"Draco Malfoy, huh?" Hermione said looking up from the list.
"Yep, he was conviced as soon as he was released for St. Mungo's. He almost got off to, because every one felt bad for him." Kenneth didn't sound happy about him almost getting off.
"What's wrong with him that he almost got off?" Hermione said a slight curiosity rising and she didn't know why.
"He has some injury that he'll be living with forever. I can't remember off the top of my head. There are so many of them to remember and he's not the only one who's got something wrong with them, physically I mean." Kenneth said as he lounged in his chair.
"So whats the total number of prisoners as of right now?" Hermione asked putting Malfoy out of her mind.
"About thirty something death eaters I think is all we have in there. After Voldemort fell there hasn't been any one who really gone and done something getting a punishment worse than a large fine." Kenneth said as he tilted the chair back on two legs, which Hermione didn't approve. "When do you want to come by and see the low lives? When ever you like is good."
Hermione looked at her clock it was close to lunch time. "How about now. We can go during lunch break."
"Fine by me." Kenneth said taking the list back from Hermione though she hadn't completely read it and put it away in the file. He put the files in his dragon hide bag and stood up. "Let's go. The sooner there the sooner I can leave."
Hermione stood, told her secretary where she was going then her and Kenneth apparaited to Azkaban.