Hey guys! I know it has been an absolute age for this chapter and I can only give my apologies; I am currently utterly useless at time-management due to my work and home life being chaotic ;-; Thank you to everyone who has followed, favourited and reviewed! Honestly so happy and grateful for you guys! I have tried replying to some reviews but I figured I might as well address a few on here as well (also sorry if I haven't managed to respond!).

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Once again, thank you to everyone whose read, reviewed and followed! Your support has been awesome and I'm glad I can provide some entertainment for you guys. Anyways, that's enough for me, sorry for the long opening. Here's Chapter Five!

Disclaimer: As always, all characters etc. belong to J K Rowling!

- Weekly-Crisis

The next morning found Hermione nestled in a shaft of sunlight; warm, grey sheets wrapping loosely around her. The previous night had left her thoughts tumultuous, errant theories and curiosities wreaking havoc in her mind, leaving the young witch with very little sleep. As daybreak tickled her cheeks, Hermione turned over once more, twisting so that her face became buried in the charcoal pillow beneath before groaning as not a second later her phone alarm went off. The young witch flung her arm outwards towards the shrieking device, promptly slamming her hand down on the phone in an attempt to crush the infernal noise. After unsuccessfully turning her phone off and succeeding at knocking it onto the floor, Hermione simply cast a silencing charm on her phone, grumbling in frustration as she was forced to sit up. Swinging her feet over the side of her bed, Hermione ran her hand through her hair, working through some of the kinks before taking a brush to the knots in her curls. As Hermione looked at herself in the mirror she began to glare, a thin scar ran just beneath her collarbone, the tail of it curving upwards ever so slightly. It was one of the reasons, Hermione preferred to wear turtlenecks and other clothes that covered the majority of her body. It wasn't that she was ashamed of her body, or even the scars. She simply knew they would draw attention to her, attention that quite frankly she didn't need, nor no longer needed. Once upon a time a part of her may have craved the worry and attention of her friends. But she was different now, she no longer worried about friendship circles or other trivial matters. She was focused on her studies, her work. Magic and science. Harry and Ron never took notice of her scars before, but she knew once they did notice they would make it all about them. Hermione's fingers tightened around her hairbrush, her magic beginning to writhe beneath her skin. She grit her teeth as she once again, came to the conclusion that it was easier to hide the scars. To hide all of it. Her eyes narrowed as she tilted her chin examining a much more faded cut that wrapped around her throat and touched the edge of her chin. Sighing she put the brush down. She couldn't let these thoughts consume her, she had a project to get back to. Bellatrix. She had to go check on the dark witch before she went to classes today and having the infuriating woman notice more about her was not an option. A soft purring pulled at Hermione's attention and the young witch smiled as a warmth pressed against her leg. Crookshanks always knew when she was in need of comfort. Her familiar was one of the only things that anchored her in this world. Lazily threading her fingers through Crookshanks fur, Hermione's shoulders relaxed, and her eyes slipped shut as her breathing evened out.

"Thank you, Crookshanks." She whispered lovingly. Staring into the kneazles amber tinted eyes, a thought struck Hermione. Perhaps a soothing presence like Crookshank would put Bellatrix more at ease. Judging from the witch's seemingly animalistic behaviour it would be worth a shot. Hermione filed the idea away, it was one that would need to be implemented slowly. Hermione grinned; Bellatrix was perhaps one of the most interesting people she had met; psychotic, yes...hateful? Absolutely. But interesting nonetheless. She had so many questions and ideas for the witch. If this succeeded, not only could they finally find Voldemort, his weaknesses and possibly even end him but it could also reshape the wizarding worlds view in therapy and perhaps even its prison system. She had to succeed.

After finishing her morning routine, Hermione strolled through the corridors, books in hand as she made her way out of the school, fully aware of the tuft of ginger following close behind, and the scruff of black at his side. Hermione grumbled to herself as she turned yet another corner to try and shake them off her trail, yet despite her best efforts, the boys were relentless and she eventually slowed her brisk walk to a complete stop in order to throw them a glare over her shoulder.

"Harry, Ron, I know you're following me, so can we stop stalking me and actually just ask me what you want to." She said sharply, her tone slicing into the boys confidence and making embarrassment bleed out. Harry rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and looked away as Ron started to turn pink.

"I'm sorry, Hermione. It was Ron's idea, he just wanted to make sure-"

"Whatever it is you're about to say, just stop. We've all had this argument a million times!" Hermione snapped, her anger rising as the same argument was about to start. "You both could have just talked to me." Hermione's grip tightened on the books in her hands as she narrowed her eyes at her so called best friends. Where was the trust? The Faith?

"'Mione, we're just worried about you, you have to understand. Love, this is a dangerous game you're playing. This could put everyone in danger." Ron stepped towards the girl, his eyes shining with worry and frustration at the brunette's behaviour. He didn't understand why she couldn't let someone else deal with this mess. If he was honest, there was a lot about Hermione he didn't quite understand. Especially her distance after their kiss. He wish the witch would spell it out for him because quite frankly he didn't know what was right or wrong anymore. All he wanted to do is protect her. "You're hanging out with, Malfoy of all people, you're going to be spending time with his deranged death-eater aunt. Ever since the battle you've changed-"

"I don't see how who my friends are concerns you, Ron. And since you, nor any of the other students have access to her, she doesn't pose a threat to anybody right now. Not to mention the wards in place, or the fact that she's confined to that space, oh and there's even an auror constantly patrolling. Her powers are sealed and oh what else!" Hermione's sharpness slipped into that of a steel sword as she glared at the boys, her magic writhing, barely contained at her fingertips. "How about the fact that the 'brightest witch of her age' is on it, that's what you all call me isn't it? So pray tell, what on earth are you worried for." She stepped forward into Ron's space, the redhead instantly feeling his protective energy dissipate at the girls anger, so much so that he physically deflated as he stumbled back.

"She's still a death eater! The right hand of you-know-who! I-"

"You what? Wanted to find out where she's being kept so you could do something about it? Are you forgetting she is key in our plan to find you-know-who!" Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron's foolishness. Harry at least had the decency to look ashamed.

" No! I… we just... wanted to make sure that you're safe." Ron finished flatly, his eyes pinned to the floor as his cheeks burned in humiliation. Hermione's lips curled at the display and she scoffed, turning away from the two.

"Well, thank you for the faith in me. I am, as you can see, very much safe. So, if that's all, I've got work to do." She began to walk, leaving the two behind as hot angry tears burned at her cheeks. How could Ron accuse of her putting everyone in danger? That stung more than they could possibly know. After trying to keep her friends, this school, everybody safe for so long, how could he? Hermione wiped angrily at her cheeks and tried to focus on her destination as she left the school gates. The sunlight kissed her cheeks as she stepped out, and she closed her eyes at the feeling of the wind gently pulling her hair backwards. Nature seemed to curl around Hermione in almost every way. After the witch composed herself and began her walk to the cabin, life amongst the trees appeared to be in full swing, birds were singing, the trees looked greener, flowers were swaying and in general it seemed the woods were dancing. Sunlight filtering through branches like glitter and a river nearby was humming softly. Hermione smiled warmly, relaxedly. She was glad this was the location she picked for this project, the entire area put her mind at ease and being somewhere uncrowded or loud meant Bellatrix would get some peace without having to be staring at a cement wall in Azkaban. Everything was in place for a reason, it was all apart of her plan. As she took the final turn behind a tree she stepped past the glamour that was put up a good few metres before the wards, the magic rippling around her form as she continued. She smiled to herself, she had thought of everything, the glamour itself disguised the area and the cabin, anyone who didn't know it was there would simply be compelled to turn around after seeing nothing but winding trees. And if anyone was to get past that they would have to get through the wards, which would be near impossible, Hermione was proud of her work, and was sure of it's stability and efficiency. Nothing would get in the way.

"Wotcha, Hermione!" Tonks grinned as she saw the brunette enter the wards.

"Hey, Tonks. How are you?" Hermione smiled as she walked to stand in front of the taller girl. She looked tired but otherwise happy.

"Oh, I'm good. Great! Things with Teddy have been going really well and mum said she would like to meet with Bellatrix eventually. She's actually been getting closer with Aunty Narcissa, they have tea now. Tea! Imagine." Tonks laughed as she tried portray the image of Andromeda and Narcissa sharing cups of tea and scones. "Bellatrix… well she doesn't make a lot of noise. Sometimes we talk. And I mean talk without her biting my head off which is also great." She smiled brightly at Hermione who took all the information in with no trouble.

"I see. That's… good. Progressive. For everyone involved actually, I imagine once me and Bellatrix have a few more sessions we can allow visitations." Hermione commented off-handedly, new ideas for reform shaping in her mind quickly before she was suddenly engulfed by Tonks. The pink haired witch's arms holding her tightly as the woman's scent of lavender invaded her senses.

"Thank you, Hermione. Honestly, the fact that even just speaking with her is possible is… is amazing considering we all thought she wanted to kill us. My family and I can't thank you enough." Tonks whispered softly, gently grasping the younger witch's shoulder. "This is what hope looks like." Hermione stood still in her arms, before smiling and hugging the woman back.

"I'm glad you all see it that way." She murmured back. Tonks frowned and let the other girl go before smiling supportively.

"It'll get better." Hermione smiled back and nodded, although she wasn't entirely convinced. "You can head in, Bellatrix has been pretty quiet today. Probably sleeping all day." She snorted and Hermione nodded, her curiosity rising. After thanking Nymphadora, Hermione opened the door and stepped into the living room of the cabin, securing the door behind her. Looking up, Hermione locked eyes with Bellatrix whose arms were currently wrapped around the table she had managed to lift off the ground. Bellatrix held her gaze for several seconds before she deadpanned and dropped the table.

"Mudblood." She greeted blankly before inspecting her nails as if she hadn't just tried to lift a table that was twice the length of her, although as Hermione walked closer she could see the very faint pink colouring the witch's cheeks.

"Black." Hermione responded, a small smile tugging at her lips at the witch's behaviour. "You really don't like the table there do you?" Bellatrix snorted, a sneer lingering at the edges of her mouth as she eyed the younger witch.

"I thought I had made that extremely clear"

"I take it you didn't like the lamp in your room either." Bellatrix balked at this, her gaze dropping to the floor in what looked to be heavily guarded guilt.

"At least you didn't break the table." Hermione grinned, amusement lingering in her voice. Bellatrix glanced up in surprise at the easy tone the girl had taken with her. Hermione sighed softly and took a seat on one of the armchairs she had previously set up in the room.

"I… didn't expect you to return so quick." Bellatrix admitted quietly. It was a small admission but the weight of it was more than it seemed, Hermione observed the dark witch for a moment. By admitting that, Bellatrix showed worry, or perhaps resignation that this rehabilitation had come to an end before it even started. Hermione smiled internally, it was another step forward, even if the witch denied it, she wanted this to start and continue.

"Well, this whole idea was mine, it would be unprofessional of me not to stick with it just because of one incident. Besides, yesterday was… my fault." Hermione crossed her arms, looking at the rug beneath her feet, she needed to make Bellatrix feel comfortable, and if yesterday was any indicator, Hermione would have to be careful of the darker thoughts that passed her mind. Bellatrix stared dumbfoundedly at the younger witch before her. She couldn't remember the last time someone didn't blame her for something, it was a strange occurrence. But, it showed the girl was being honest about actually wanting to work with her, and so… Bellatrix sat down on the couch opposite her. She wouldn't admit it, but it felt good not being treated like a complete animal. To feel something other than pain around another. Bellatrix took in the girl before her, she looked tired, if slightly irritated. Perhaps the younger witch wasn't sleeping well or something was on her mind. Not that it bothered Bellatrix.

"You look like shit." No. It did not bother Bellatrix at all.

Hermione looked up in surprise, a look of sheer shock encapsulated in her features before mirth started to fill doe eyes and she burst into laughter. Bellatrix's brows furrowed as she played with her nails awkwardly.

"I feel like shit." Hermione laughed once more before splaying her hand across her face in an attempt to calm herself. Bellatrix looked more confused than before and it was causing too much amusement for Hermione which made the dark witch quick to anger. Bellatrix began to scowl.

"Why are you laughing muddy!"

"You just have a way with words." Hermione continued to laugh as Bellatrix frowned. The younger witch eventually calmed and lazily smiled at the dark witch, catching the other off-guard who in return scowled. "Anyways, I wanted to come by before my class started to see how you were doing."

"So?" Bellatrix picked at her teeth, disinterested.

"So… how are you doing?"

Bellatrix gave the girl an appraising look, her eyes narrowing on the brunette. "As well as someone who can't go outside can do." At this Hermione frowned, she opened her mouth to comment but Bellatrix tilted her chin and continued. "Why do you feel like shit." She bared her teeth only slightly, a defence to deflect Hermione's own questions. The younger witch knew what the black haired woman was doing and sat back, debating whether to share her troubles with the boys this morning. Hermione folded her hands and blew a strand of hair out of her face.

"I had an argument with… my friends. On a topic which we have discussed extensively, yet they still choose to bother me about it." Hermione hummed thoughtfully near the end as she recalled her previous altercations with the boys.

"I take it these friends are Potter and the Weasel boy."

"Weasley… but yes, them."

"Is there a difference?" Bellatrix snorted before waving her hand dismissively. "I could always just kill them for you, for the right price that is." Bellatrix continued picking her teeth and Hermione wasn't sure if that was meant to be a joke and it seemed neither did Bellatrix. She sat up straighter, her gaze sharpening.

"Is that how your Dark Lord got you to do his bidding?" She ventured. Bellatrix paused momentarily in her cleaning. Eyes as dark as night fell upon Hermione a second later, and once more Hermione was reminded of a storm, of thunder and lightning. But none of that came, Bellatrix instead uttered a single word.

"No."

"Will you tell me what it was?"

"No."

Silence fell after and Hermione bit her cheek as she struggled to bring back the calm conversation. Bellatrix's attention had now turned back to the table by the window. Hermione followed her line of sight and fiddled with her jumper.

"You know that's meant to be a dinner table. That's why it's against the window."

"I know."

Hermione frowned, looking at the dark witch then back at the table. "Then why do you want it in front of the couch?"

"Because it'll tie the room together better, besides the table is long but not that tall. It'll look better as a coffee table but you can still use it for meals." Hermione's curiosity got the better of her and she leaned forward intrigued.

"Did you do interior-design?"

"I…" Bellatrix turned her attention from the table back to Hermione and began to glare. Her lips curled and Hermione was briefly stunned at how sharp the womans teeth were. "Do you always ask so many questions?" Bellatrix growled quietly to herself as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Sometimes. Less so now than before." Hermione replied, bitterness tinging the end of her sentence.

"Because of whatever happened when you travelled through time?"

This time it was Hermione's turn to glare and she shifted in her seat, crossing one leg over the other. "No. It was actually after I started school." Hermione chose not to elaborate, she was taught from a young age by her peers not to ask too many questions as the results were… unfavourable. But the dark witch didn't need to know that.

"Hm how boring." Bellatrix remarked uncaringly and leant back on the couch, flopping backwards unceremoniously. "Wittle muddy was bullied. What a sob story." Bellatrix didn't even flinch at the spike in Hermione's magic, instead she just threw a lazy glance at the girl.

Hermione was becoming quickly furious with the dark witch's perceptiveness, her nails digging into the arm rests. She sucked in a breath. She couldn't retaliate angrily or the dark witch would shut down once more, she had to remember Bellatrix's scathing behaviour was created as a defence mechanism, at least that's what she theorised. Hermione, closed her eyes and sighed heavily coming to the conclusion that is she wanted the other witch to give, she would also have to give.

"Yes, it is a sob story. Which is why I don't care for it." This surprised Bellatrix, who turned her head to fully look at Hermione who now sat still, the epitome of calm and collected. Hermione shrugged at Bellatrix's furrowed brows, before reaching into the bag she had brought with her to pull out a few books. "I figured you would get bored doing nothing but… moving tables apparently, so I brought you some reading material." Bellatrix frowned at the witch before her.

"Why?"

"Because I'd like for you to trust me, and making this place more comfortable for you seems to be a good step forward."

"I could just be using you to get better stuff." Bellatrix raised a brow and huffed as Hermione smiled back at her.

"For some reason, I don't believe you are doing that, besides, they're only books." Hermione stood and held out the thin paperbacks to the dark witch who simply stared at her. After a minute, Bellatrix hesitantly snatched the books out of the younger girls hands. Her eyes browsed a couple of the titles and she sneered.

"Is this muggle literature?"

"I'm surprised you didn't say mudblood."

Bellatrix hummed thoughtfully. "An accident. Let me rephrase, is this mudblood literature?" She sneered and showed teeth whilst Hermione simply smiled at the witch. Bellatrix growled to herself, irritated that the witch wasn't scared of her nor once again had no reaction to the slurs she had used.

"It is, but I thought these ones in particular would be of interest. The way muggles think our world works is quite entertaining." Hermione shrugged and held her hand back out to the witch. "But if you're not interested I can always just take them back." Bellatrix sunk further into the couch at the offending hand and growled bringing the books closer to her. Hermione smirked at the display, 'Got you' she thought. Bellatrix's face became blank almost instantly as she realised what she had done and immediately threw the books beside her uncaringly, though she didn't dare give Hermione a response, instead choosing to roll her eyes and snap her teeth at the girls fingers. Hermione began to grin but quickly masked it and chose to sit once more.

"Are you ready to start treating me as your therapist?" She smirked as the woman's eyes lingered on the books beside her before snapping to brown orbs. Bellatrix debated with herself internally, on one hand giving the girl snippets of what she wanted to hear could be beneficial in getting her early release from this rehabilitation crap, on the other, she would be giving the girl… the order something to use against her. Bellatrix crossed her arms as she thought. The main issue was the Dark Lord. If he was to find her or even learn that she had given in to the orders plans... she might as well have been given the dementors kiss as nothing would compare to the dark lords' wrath. She shivered. She glanced once more at the younger witch, and her brows furrowed, confusion swirling inside her before she crossed her arms. Bellatrix frowned deeply, since speaking with the witch the other day, her mind had eased ever so slightly. Was it selfish of her to want more of that? To want the dark lord's voice out of her head, to have a piece of sanity returned to her?

Bellatrix uncrossed her arms.

"I'll treat you how you deserve, muddy." She finally growled in response.

"So, is that a yes?"

Bellatrix glared. Grumbling, she conceded and leant backwards, blowing hair out of her face.

"For now. What would you like to know, all wise and compassionate mudbaby?" Bellatrix smiled sweetly, sarcasm mincing her words, yet seeing the witch's face light up was enough to diminish her harsh tone. Bellatrix threw her glare to the floor instead.

"Thank you. And for now, that was enough." She picked up her bag. "Well, this was a good start. I've got my class to get to but I'll be by later, Black." Hermione then left the cabin, leaving a huffing Bellatrix Black in the living room.

Hermione started the walk back to the school with a bright smile on her face. The amount of progress she had just made was incredible and she was more than thrilled with Bellatrix's behaviour. In the few moments she had spent with her, she had learnt so much and had seen the changes in the dark witch almost instantly. It made Hermione wonder what the line between the amicable, if somewhat brash, witch inside the cabin and the witch that had committed murder as easy as pouring herself a glass of water was.

When Hermione arrived to her class her mood instantly fell at seeing Delores Umbridge standing next to a very uncomfortable Professor Slughorn. Hermione inwardly scowled, she wished the woman died in the woods. Despite everything Umbridge had played very well at keeping her alliances hidden, Hermione had always suspected she was in league with Voldemort but somehow the woman had managed to keep her ties covert. The woman being here also meant that her project with Bellatrix was at risk if Umbridge stuck her nose into it. Hermione grit her teeth as beady eyes locked onto her.

"Miss Granger, cutting the time a little close aren't we?" Umbridge smiled sweetly, her eyes glinting with the promise of pain if she had actually been late.

"Ah um… sorry Professor." Umbridge simply smiled in response and looked at the class, Hermione took that as she was being dismissed and so made her way to her seat. Her eyes brightened noticing Draco in the seat next to hers. The blonde haired slytherin smirked at her and nodded his head as she sat next to him. 'Perhaps this class won't be complete torment' Hermione thought as Draco leaned closer to her in order to whisper. Hermione briefly glanced up, and her nose wrinkled; 'Draught of Peace'. Hermione scoffed quietly, using such a potion was a temporary fix, there was no use for long term practise and-

"You okay? You look like shite." He murmured quietly, keeping his eyes on his notebook as Slughorn began his lecture on today's potion. Hermione paused, immediately reminded of dark hair and a sneer. She looked at Draco in surprise before looking away as Umbridge's eyes began to linger on her. Her heart spiked at the connection and she frowned at the feeling.

"I had another fight with Harry and Ron." She whispered, pen scrawling against paper. "Are all your family this perceptive or is it just you and your aunt?" She grumbled to herself. Draco blinked in surprise at the question and chuckled.

"I would take a guess to say we all are. The boys are Gryffindor's, Hermione, you've got to expect them to be stubborn arses. Bellatrix getting on your nerves as well I gather?" He questioned, steel blue eyes briefly darting to his companion who began to lean her cheek against her fist on the table.

"Doesn't excuse them from being pricks." Hermione sneered as she watched the Professor explain the ingredients boredly before she began to tap her fingers against the table. "Actually, Bellatrix was … irritating but otherwise okay. I believe things are progressing well." Hermione smiled, happy with how the experiment was going so far. Hermione had a brief worry that she was enjoying the experiment with the dark witch more than she should. The woman's nature was just so endearing, her wild nature a new and strange thing to Hermione and it was making her question a lot of what the papers had said about the death eater. It also made Hermione want to put her guard up more, she had to keep her focus. The more she saw of the dark witch, the more she could be able to learn about Voldemort. And from what she had seen so far, the witch had a lot to offer; even if anything to do with the death eaters will be off-limits for the time being. Umbridge suddenly appeared in her line of sight and her smile fell into a frown as her gaze hardened.

"Something amusing, Miss Granger?" She smirked, as if she had caught a child with their hand in a cookie jar. Hermione tilted her head feigning ignorance.

"Not at all, just excited to put all these ingredients together." She quipped, brown eyes bright with fake admiration that seemed to infuriate the older, pink clad witch. Umbridge promptly scoffed and turned around. Fortunately the rest of the class passed without incident and while Hermione found the potion making boring, certain qualities of it gave her ideas for her sessions with Bellatrix. Draco walked Hermione out of the class seeing as Umbridge had her eyes on his friend the whole lesson. Speaking of, Draco glanced at the brunette, the girl hadn't focused on the lesson at all.

"Granger-"

"Draco-"

Both teenagers stared at each other before laughing. Draco grinned and slung his arm around his friends shoulders who smiled happily back.

"Want to tell me what you're planning, golden girl?" Draco's eyes sparkled with cerulean steel mischief. "And can I help?" He winked conspiratorially.

"Well I have no idea what you're suggesting." She feigned shock and hurt, a smile cutting through as Draco poked her cheek. She laughed and gave in. "Actually, now that you mention it, if you have any information on your aunts childhood, that would be grand. I feel like that will be a major breaking point in this experiment. Or if you have any ideas on how to get Ron to leave me alone would be great too." Hermione sighed, leaning into the blonde for comfort. Other than Harry, Draco was one of the only people she could truly be this relaxed around, especially with physical contact.

"Well, I could talk to mother about aunty B tonight, but your weasel problem looks like it's about to get worse." Draco grinned, running a hand through his hair to ruffle blonde locks. Hermione frowned, she looked up at him to ask what he meant before red hair caught her eyes and Hermione suddenly realised how Draco's arm wrapped carelessly around her shoulder might look. She sighed, already feeling the headache she was going to get from this. She let her gaze fall to Ron, his eyes were burning rock pools as he glared at the arm wrapped around her. Hermione began to think of obsidian eyes and something Bellatrix had said today; 'I could always just kill them for you.'

Suddenly the offer didn't seem as incorrigible or morbid.

I've finished the Sabrina series on Netflix and I have to say, I love some of the witchcraft lore and ideas they used and I'm thinking of bringing some of the rules and ideologies about magic over into this world. Gonna look into it more but I really want to play around with the rules and laws of nature and science and all things magical!

Also if anyone is curious, I decided to keep Umbridge involved after the war, I have my reasons and they will be revealed later. It may or may not have to do with Hermione's meddling in time;)

Thanks for reading, I hope you all enjoy this chapter. It's a little more tame and not a lot happened but it's a little break from the chaos of the ruling of Bellatrix's sentence. Next chapter will (hopefully) serve as more time between the girls. There's a lot to learn from each other. As always, thank you again and review and let me know your thoughts!

(Also apologies for any errors etc. Still proof-reading my work from earlier chapters as well ;-;)

- Weekly-Crisis