A/N: So, I know it's been a long wait for this update, but I'm happy to report that the wait is over. I'm very excited for you all to finally have this chapter, for so many reasons. I hope all of you are doing well, and thank you so much for your support.
Enjoy!
Are you lost?
Take my hand
And I'll walk with you
Time stands still
When you're here
I stay young
Whisper words in my ear
I'll be there for you
-Colour me in, VUKOVI
Hermione had never been one to sit around doing nothing, especially when her department needed her there, which was why she had promptly ignored all protests as she left Malfoy Manor the next morning, Draco in tow. Narcissa had made a valiant effort to convince her to stay home and rest, but it had been futile. Draco was complacent in his fate and knew better than to even try to convince Hermione when she was set on doing something. She strode powerfully through the Ministry to the elevator, a frown fixed firmly on her face the entire way. Draco followed close behind, using his long legs to keep up with the shorter witch.
The field agents that had already arrived pointedly ignored the fact that she was there, knowing better than to say anything about her being there. Ginny was earlier than usual, as she always was when Hermione wasn't expected. She caught sight of Hermione as she was finishing a conversation with a low-ranking agent, giving her a disapproving look as Hermione passed and went to her office. Ginny quickly finished instructing the young man, setting off to intercept Hermione.
"You know Kingsley told you not to come in," Ginny chided quietly, catching Hermione right before she entered her office.
"And you know that it was pointless for him to say," Hermione challenged with a raised brow, glancing pointedly at the door to her office.
"Hermione," Ginny began, her voice pleading.
"Ginny, at least here you can keep an eye on me. We both know I'd be working even if I hadn't come in," Hermione said, placing her hand on the door handle, "I want to do the interrogations, I want to get to the bottom of this. I want Luna and Neville pulled from their departments for the duration of the investigation, I want Harry and Ron on alternating guard duty, plus the regular guards, and I want to get to the bottom of this."
"You got it, boss," Ginny said with a chuckle, "Kingsley should know better than to tell you to stay at home."
"Draco, could you give us a minute?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, of course," he said, letting himself into Hermione's office.
"Ginny, there's something about this that doesn't sit well with me," Hermione whispered, "I don't think they were after just Kingsley, I think they might've been after me, too. They were not fighting to incapacitate me, they were fighting to kill me."
Ginny frowned slightly, pondering for a moment. Hermione was rarely wrong, and her gut was something Ginny trusted unquestioningly. "What if they weren't after Kingsley at all? What if that was just a distraction from the real target? I mean, if they really wanted to kill him, it seems odd that three of them would fight you."
"This was too organized. The attack from the crowd to draw me away from the Aurors, and I sent you to put him in custody. They knew I would be isolated, Kingsley doesn't make sense as the target, not in such a public and guarded place. They drew me away from the Aurors and then kept them busy by slightly outnumbering them while trying to overwhelm me."
"I think you're right. It doesn't make sense for Kingsley to be the target. I didn't realize that many people would want you dead, 'Mione," Ginny joked.
"Guess I'm not as popular as I thought," Hermione laughed, "Let's keep this between us, for now. But I want to get to the bottom of this as soon as possible."
"Of course. I'll send out orders for Luna, Neville, Harry, and Ron while you prepare. Promise you'll be careful?" Ginny put a hand on Hermione's shoulder, looking into her eyes.
"Luna will be with me, and Neville will be right outside," Hermione said, knowing it wasn't what Ginny wanted.
"Hermione," Ginny said sternly.
She put her hand on Ginny's shoulder, giving her a crooked smile. "You know I'll be as careful as I can."
Ginny sighed, shaking her head with a small smile, "I guess that's as good as I'll ever get from you."
"You know I'd promise if I could," Hermione said, squeezing Ginny's shoulder.
She smiled broadly, saying, "Yeah, I know you would."
Ginny let the smile drop from her face as soon as Hermione was in her office, chewing on her lip and tapping her foot on the ground. Mentally shaking herself, she set off to get about her work. Hermione always came out on top, and this would be no exception.
Hermione sat heavily in her chair, grunting as she did so, which earned her a knowing look from Draco. Still, the blond wisely didn't say anything and turned his attention to the newest book Luna had loaned to him. Hermione had only just gotten settled when her office door was thrown open, revealing an angry-looking Kingsley.
"I know for a fact I told Ginevra to tell you not to come back until you were cleared by a healer," his deep voice boomed, drawing the curious gazes of several people outside her office. It was not often that Hermione was scolded when there were witnesses.
"Then bring a healer, because I'm fine," she said cooly, focusing her attention on organizing her paperwork.
"You are out of line, Ms. Granger, disobeying an order from the Minister," he reminded her.
"You know better than that, Minister," she said, her voice slightly mocking, "And you know I will not sit idly by when there is work to be done. Like I said to Ginny, at least here you can keep an eye on me. You know as well as anyone else that I would be working regardless."
"Hermione," he tried, his voice softening as he closed the door to provide them with more privacy, "I have allowed you to stretch the rules, I have given you more leniency than I probably should, but you are the most competent person that has held the position you are currently in. However, I will not allow you to undermine my authority."
Hermione looked at him with a neutral expression, her voice level as she said, "Then bring a healer here."
He grumbled something under his breath, and Hermione knew that she had won. With a defeated shake of his head, he left her office, only to be replaced by Luna and Neville, both of who were hiding smirks. The allowed him to exit, murmuring their respect as he passed. Luna entered the office first, waving cheerily at Draco, who returned it with a smile. Neville gave him a nod, but it was more than he had expected, and he found himself returning it without thinking twice.
"You're looking well, Hermione," Luna said lightly, lowering herself into a chair, "A little bit drained though, there's much less color around you than normal."
"Thank you both for coming," Hermione said with a genuine smile, not acknowledging the second half of Luna's statement.
"It's not like we could say no, not that we would want to," Neville answered.
"Let's get started, then. Draco, if anyone disturbs you, let me or Ginny know. We'll take care of it," Hermione said as she made her way to the door, trusting the man to be alone in her office.
"And if anyone is looking for you?" he asked.
Hermione shrugged, her hand on the doorknob. "Whatever you feel like telling them."
This elicited a nod and a chuckle from Draco, who turned back to his book as the three closed the door behind them. Hermione ignored the heaviness of her limbs as she made her way to the holding cells, Luna and Neville right behind her the whole time. The agents they passed quickly busied themselves looking at something else to hide the smiles on their faces, as Kingsley had clearly failed to send the witch home.
"Morning, Bobby," Hermione greeted as they approached the entrance to the holding cells.
"Morning, Ms. Gr- I mean, Hermione," he said, quickly correcting himself, which earned a smile from the witch. His cheeks colored slightly. He was always surprised by the casual way she interacted with everyone, unless the situation demanded otherwise, something he had not quite grown accustomed to since beginning at the Ministry.
"Care to let us in? We'll be questioning some of the detainees from yesterday's," Hermione paused in consideration, "incident."
"I'd love to, but, erm, you aren't supposed to be here?" he stammered, his statement sounding more like a question.
"Don't worry, Bobby, Hermione won't be asking any questions, and Neville will be keeping an eye on things the whole time," Luna said brightly.
The young man worried his lip between his teeth, unsure of what he was supposed to do. He knew Hermione was not supposed to be at work, and wasn't sure how to proceed without risking his job.
"You won't lose your job, it's okay. Kingsley knows I'm here," Hermione reassured, "But if you'd prefer it in writing I'd be more than happy to assure you that you will face no disciplinary action."
"Erm, no, it's okay. I believe you, Hermione. I'm just not used to...well, everything," he said with a sheepish smile.
She smiled gently at him, stepping through the door after Neville and Luna. "I understand. It takes time. You're doing wonderfully."
His chest swelled with pride as the door closed behind Hermione. She indulged her smile for a few moments before the cell came into view. Her expression sobered as she recalled the previous day's events. She allowed Luna and Neville to stay in front of her as they moved one of the detainees into a plain room with a steel door. Luna and Hermione waited outside as Neville situated himself in an adjacent room, waiting for his signal that they could begin. The door swung open and Luna and Hermione stepped in, sitting opposite the detainee, who was bound at the wrists and ankles to the chair.
Hermione leaned back in her own chair, letting Luna take the lead. Something about Luna simultaneously put them at ease and caught them off guard where it mattered. Luna always got the best results from their detainees, and Hermione wanted nothing less than the best. The detainee looked between Hermione and Luna, both of them sitting in silence. Luna's blue eyes studied the detainee, her unblinking gaze making them shift uncomfortably in their seat. Hermione observed their behavior as Luna went through the questions, remaining silent the whole time and just acting as an extra pair of eyes.
"So, what do you call yourselves?" Luna asked after going through several routine questions, some of which were unanswered.
"We are the Arthurian Order," they said, suspiciously eying Luna.
Luna glanced at Hermione, and the brunette nodded.
Luna turned back to the detainee, staring at them in silence. Under the weight of her gaze, they began to fidget as much as they were able, growing increasingly uncomfortable.
Eventually, they blurted, "It's a revived organization aiming to take down those in power and establish a new order."
"By assassinating people?" Hermione scoffed.
The detainee met her eyes, glaring at her harshly, "By eliminating those who would stand in our way."
Hermione met his gaze unflinchingly, staying calmly in her seat. He sneered at her, and Luna decided to intervene, realizing they got all the information they'd be able to.
"Neville?" she called, effectively ending the interrogation.
"You got it," came his staticky voice.
The door swung open and he entered, the three of them escorting the detainee back to the holding cell. Hermione was deep in thought as the cell door was locked, and Luna and Neville discussed quietly so as not to disturb her. She worried her lip between her teeth as she made her way back to her department, almost missing her stop on the elevator. When she saw Ginny, she gestured to her office without a word. The redhead nodded, finishing her conversation with a field agent. Hermione entered her office, the door slamming behind her. Draco peered at her from behind his book, sinking further into the chair. She threw herself into her chair, drumming her fingers against her desk as she glowered at the door. A few moments later, Ginny entered her office, not at all surprised at the expression on Hermione's face.
"I take it the interrogation went well?" she asked jokingly.
"Depends on what your definition of well is. We got plenty of information, but none of it is thrilling. Apparently, the Arthurian Order has been reestablished. Whatever that is," Hermione said, rolling her eyes.
Ginny hummed in thought, trying to remember if she had ever come across anything that mentioned them. "I don't think I've ever heard of them."
"I haven't either," Hermione admitted, leaning back in her chair tiredly.
"Why don't you go home for the day?" Ginny suggested, " I'm sure you're still exhausted from yesterday. You've done enough work for today, let me take care of things until tomorrow."
Hermione looked at Ginny, sighing in defeat. "Yeah, okay."
"Good," Ginny said with a firm nod.
"Draco, let's go home," Hermione said, grabbing her cloak as she stood up from her chair, "Will you swing by for dinner tonight?"
"I'd love to," Ginny said, giving Hermione a hug.
Hermione and Draco made their way to the floo, Hermione beginning to trudge as they grew nearer. When Draco stepped through the floo behind her, he grabbed her arm to steady her. She gave him a grateful smile and allowed him to help her upstairs to her room. She subtly glanced at Bellatrix's door as they passed, but she didn't have the energy to go anywhere but bed. She thanked Draco at the door to her room, tiredly pushing it open. She collapsed on her bed over the covers, closing her eyes and falling asleep.
When Hermione woke up, it was completely dark in her room. As she pushed herself up, she discovered she was still in her work robes. She opened the curtain, seeing that it was nearing dusk. She quickly changed into something more comfortable but still appropriate for dinner and made her way downstairs. Narcissa was just about to knock on Hermione's door when it opened, catching the blonde witch by surprise. She offered her arm out to Hermione who took it after some hesitation.
"Thank you for coming to get me," Hermione whispered.
"I know you want to get to the bottom of things, but you shouldn't push yourself so hard," Narcissa said gently.
"I'm going to stay home tomorrow," Hermione said, appeasing the blonde.
Narcissa nodded, taking the brunt of Hermione's weight- which didn't feel like much- as they descended the stairs. Ginny and Draco were already waiting in the dining room for them, chatting amicably about the latest Quidditch matches.
"How are you doing, 'Mione?" Ginny asked when the brunette sat down.
"Exhausted," she admitted, scooping up peas.
"Please tell me you're going to stay home and rest tomorrow," she said.
"Yes, mum," Hermione teased.
Ginny just rolled her eyes and Narcissa and Draco hid their smiles behind bites of food. Hermione chuckled and gave Ginny a sincere nod. Ginny nodded in satisfaction, turning her attention back to her food. She loved spending time at Malfoy Manor more than she ever imagined. Not because it was fancy, but because it was nice to be away from the Burrow and with people she considered friends. Of course, she had already considered Hermione to be a friend, but now she saw Draco as a friend, and Narcissa could almost be a second mom, one with more attention to give her. That wasn't to say she didn't love or appreciate her family, but sometimes they got a bit out of hand and there were so many of them.
"Have you sold your parent's house yet?" Ginny asked suddenly.
"Erm, no. Not yet. Why?" Hermione said, feeling a bit awkward.
"Can I buy it?" Ginny asked, "I think it's time I had my own place."
"If you want it, it's yours, Gin. You don't want to live where there are other witches and wizards?" Hermione responded.
"I mean, I'd love to, but finding a place is a hassle."
"Ginny, dear, there's an old property in my family a few kilometers outside Hogsmeade. It's a small summer cottage but it hasn't been used in decades. You're more than welcome to make it yours," Narcissa offered.
"Are you sure?" Ginny asked, almost dropping her utensil.
Narcissa nodded. "I haven't been since I was a child, it's just sitting there. Someone should put it to good use."
"I- yeah, I'd love to buy it," Ginny said.
"We can go see it this weekend," Narcissa offered.
"Thank you so much," Ginny said, smiling widely.
Narcissa returned her smile, the four of them finishing their meal in relative silence. Hermione allowed Ginny to help her up the stairs and to her room when they had finished eating. Hermione gestured for Ginny to sit on the bed with her.
"How are things at the Burrow?" She asked, leaning her head against the headboard.
"Pretty typical. I think it's about time I have my own space. Like, my actual own space. Mum is fretting because of what happened yesterday and she's concerned about you but won't admit it because she's still mad about you sponsoring Draco. I'm just getting tired of it. I'm an adult, I have a good job, I deserve to have my own place to live."
Hermione bumped her shoulder against Ginny's playfully, "That and if you meet anyone you can't really bring them home without it being a big deal with everyone. I'm sure Harry would be awkward."
Ginny groaned, playfully slapping Hermione on the shoulder. "You know he would be, you were there last time. Honestly, I'm not sure how you managed to deal with living with Ron after the two of you broke up. At least Harry isn't as pitiful."
"It was easy enough to throw myself into work to avoid him. Although that did seem to make him poutier."
Ginny chuckled, leaning against Hermione. "Unless Ron gets exactly what he wants when he wants it, he'll be a brat."
"Don't I know it!" Hermione laughed. "Have you met anyone?"
"No, but I'm not really looking. I'm content, for now. Maybe when I've had time living by myself I'll want someone."
Hermione nodded, laying her head against Ginny's shoulder. "Are you staying here tonight?"
"No, mum is already upset with how little I've been home lately. It'll make her happy if I'm there for breakfast in the morning."
"I'll let you get going. It's getting late," Hermione mumbled, stifling a yawn.
"If I see you at work tomorrow, I will kick your arse," Ginny threatened lightly as she rose from the bed and made her way to the door.
Hermione chuckled. "Yeah, yeah. You and Narcissa both."
When Hermione woke this time, there was no light, even from the moon. She blinked several times, rubbing her eyes sleepily as she sat up. She wasn't sure what had woken her up, but she most certainly didn't feel tired anymore. Rising from her bed, she felt around for her wand. With a flick, the tip of her wand glowed faintly and she searched the room for something to wear over her pajamas. In her wardrobe, she found a robe that she pulled on before she slipped out of her room and padded barefoot down the hall to Bellatrix's room. The door opened with ease, a faint light filling the room as she entered. She stored her wand in her sleeve, sitting on the edge of Bellatrix's bed and leaning against the bedpost.
Bellatrix felt her consciousness being tugged gently to the surface as Hermione entered her room. She felt the bed sink where Hermione sat on it and she wished she could reach out to touch the brunette witch.
"I'm not sure how to hear you like Narcissa does. I barely have the energy to light my wand, let alone use legilimancy. I keep thinking about why no one wanted to believe me," Hermione yawned, "That you helped us, I mean. Everyone is comfortable just thinking I managed to figure everything out in the nick of time, and they're comfortable letting you be punished."
"That's just the way things happen," Bellatrix thought, willing her body to move.
"I wish this hadn't happened to you. I could really use your help," Hermione admitted, her head starting to slip off the bedpost.
"Talk to me, Hermione," she thought, trying harder to make herself move before she ran out of time.
Hermione yawned, repositioning her head on the bedpost. "I need a vacation from all this crap."
Bellatrix mentally chuckled, knowing just how exhausting it was. It was like running on a hamster wheel. She could tell that Hermione was starting to fall asleep, but she willed herself to hold on to her consciousness. She didn't want to be stuck inside herself, not anymore. She knew she could claw her way back into her body, had already been making progress. The insanity she had once possessed had buried her deep in her subconscious, to the point where she was already just a passenger in her body. It had made everything easier, and as time passed, her sanity was pushed so far down not even Dementors could find it. She had seen other people who had been kissed, and there was no mistaking that they were just bodies, but if there was anyone in the world able to survive a Dementor's Kiss, she wasn't surprised she was the one.
"Someone tried to kill me the other day," Hermione blurted suddenly, "Or at least, I think they were trying to kill me."
Panic surged through Bellatrix, and she could almost feel that confession forcing her into her body completely.
"We interviewed one of them today. He said they were called the Arthurian Order."
This time, the panic Bellatrix felt was enough to force herself back into her mind. With great effort, she sucked in a deep breath that forced itself into her lungs as a gasp. Her eyes shot open as she exhaled, trying to move her heavy limbs. The sudden action caught Hermione's attention, startling her into complete alertness.
"NARCISSA!" she bellowed, moving to Bellatrix's bedside.
Moments later, Narcissa burst into the room, having been in the hallway on her way to administer Bellatrix's potions. "What's wrong?"
"She's awake," Hermione breathed, looking from Bellatrix to her sister in the doorway.
Narcissa nearly dropped the potions she was carrying, bracing herself against the doorframe.
"There's a book in the library," Bellatrix rasped, her tongue thick and her mouth dry, "As Day Turns to Knight."
"How did you?" Hermione began, flinching when Bellatrix suddenly began coughing from the effort it took to speak.
"Let me take care of her, Hermione," Narcissa said, rushing forward.
Hermione moved to the corner of the room, watching Narcissa administer the potions to her sister. She paced from wall to wall, feeling Bellatrix's eyes track her every move. Narcissa stayed by her sister's side, helping her move her arms and legs. Hermione stopped pacing, her eyes meeting Bellatrix's. She couldn't help the sharp inhale she took when her eyes locked with Bellatrix's dark ones, falling into their depths. Bellatrix pulled Hermione into her mind, bringing forth the memories of everything she had come across about the Arthurian Order. It was hard not to move into the younger witch's mind, but easy to keep her there because of how exhausted she was. Hermione didn't offer Bellatrix any resistance as she observed conversations and passages in books long lost. With the last of her energy, Bellatrix guided Hermione out of her mind, her eyes closing as she drifted off to sleep. The sudden event left Hermione shocked and drained, and when Bellatrix pushed her back into her own mind, she collapsed. Bracing to hit the floor, Hermione was surprised when slim arms caught her. Groaning, Hermione raised a hand to her temple, looking up to find Narcissa holding her up.
"Let me help you to bed," Narcissa whispered gently, wrapping her arm around Hermione's waist and draping the brunette's arm over her shoulders.
"How did that happen?" Hermione mumbled, stumbling even with Narcissa's help.
Narcissa adjusted her grip on Hermione, nearly lifting the younger witch off her feet. "My sister is a very talented witch. Even in her weakened state, she is more of a witch than some will ever be. It's easier because you have a connection to her already."
"My scar," Hermione said, leaning her head against Narcissa's shoulder.
"Yes. It's very dangerous, but you are compatible with each other, so it only left you drained. That, and you have already exerted yourself so much the past few days. You must rest, Hermione. You can't help anyone this way." Narcissa lifted Hermione onto her bed, maneuvering her under the blanket.
"I need to figure this out." Hermione struggled against the gentle hand on her chest, knowing it was futile.
"I'll bring you the book she was talking about, but you have to promise me you'll rest in bed until you're cleared by a healer."
Narcissa's tone left no room for argument, so Hermione just nodded with the energy she could muster. With a satisfied nod, Narcissa removed her hand, taking up residence in the chair after transfiguring it into something more comfortable for long-term occupation. Hermione let herself sink into the mattress, surrendering to sleep under the vigilance of the blonde witch. Narcissa watched over Hermione the entire night, giving her calming droughts when she got too restless. She found herself drifting to sleep when Hermione was sound asleep, waking at every little noise. She took extra care not to wake Hermione, even when it was time for breakfast the next morning. Instead, she quietly ate while she made sure no light came in through the drapes. It was lunchtime when Hermione stirred with a slightly pained groan. Narcissa snapped to attention, helping Hermione sit up and holding a glass of water to her lips. She forced Hermione to take small sips, adjusting the pillow at her back before returning to her chair.
"How long have you been here?" Hermione mumbled, letting her eyes fall closed.
"I never left," Narcissa answered.
Hermione's eyes snapped open. "You stayed? All night? Didn't you sleep?"
"Of course I stayed." Narcissa looked at her with a puzzled expression. "I slept here and there."
"I would've been okay," Hermione said.
"I may not be your mother, Hermione, but I am a mother. You needed one last night." Narcissa covered Hermione's hand with her own, offering her a tired smile.
Hermione looked directly at Narcissa, much as she had with Bellatrix the night before. "Thank you."
"You must rest for a while, Hermione. I won't allow you to argue with me this time. I will indulge your research, as long as you do not overexert yourself. I had an elf bring the book my sister mentioned last night." Narcissa reached for the book on the nightstand, passing it into Hermione's hands.
"Thank you." Hermione opened the book, looking back up at Narcissa. "Can you owl Ginny for me? There are some things she and I need to discuss when she gets off work."
"She sent an owl this morning, she'll be over." Narcissa paused, smoothing her hair. "She also said Harry and Ron want to visit today."
Hermione frowned at the book in her hands. "I'd rather not see them here."
Narcissa nodded in understanding, placing a hand on Hermione's ankle. "Hopefully they understand."
"Yeah," Hermione mumbled, turning her attention to her book.
Narcissa stayed by her side, reminding her to eat and drink. Hermione appreciated the silent company, even if she didn't verbalize it to the blonde witch. The book Bellatrix had told her about was interesting enough, but her exhaustion had finally caught up to her and she could only read a few pages at a time before she needed a break. Narcissa had offered to read to her the first few times, but Hermione insisted she could do it. Narcissa gave in after the first few times but gave Hermione a pointed look each time to let her know the offer still stood. Hermione gave her a grateful smile but shook her head gently each time. Relaxing into the pillows, Hermione closed her eyes, letting out an irritated sigh.
"I need to do something."
Narcissa gave her a stern look, but her face softened when she saw the look on Hermione's expression. "Perhaps a walk," she proposed.
"I'll take that. Have you not checked on Bellatrix?"
Hermione pushed herself up, grimacing, and accepting the help from Narcissa. A slim arm encircled her waist as one of her own was draped over Narcissa's shoulders. She leaned heavily on the blonde witch, keeping still until the dizziness subsided.
"Draco is watching over her," she answered once Hermione was up and no longer dizzy.
"I feel terrible," Hermione grunted, her legs shaking as she tried to take a step forward.
"Perhaps we should just go visit Bellatrix. I'll send for Andromeda to check on you after dinner." Narcissa shifted to support more of Hermione's weight as they crossed the hall.
Hermione tried to protest but found herself unable to. She forced herself to take deep breaths as she mumbled, "I did not feel this bad even right after."
Narcissa opened the door to Bellatrix's room, answering Hermione with a simple, "It took time to catch up to you."
Draco stood as they entered the room, rushing to Hermione's other side and draping her arm over his shoulder. He helped Narcissa guide her to the chair he had been sitting in, lowering her gently and turning to Narcissa to say, "She hasn't woken up once."
Narcissa let out a dejected sigh, draping a blanket around Hermione's shoulders and summoning chairs. She sat heavily, sinking into the chair in a manner that betrayed her age. Draco reached out and squeezed her hand reassuringly, offering her a small smile. Narcissa reached for Bellatrix's hand, lacing their fingers together.
"Mum, Ginny should be here soon. When you're done, Hermione, we'll be in the library."
"Thanks, Draco," Hermione said, pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders as she looked up at him.
He nodded, closing the door behind him, leaving the three witches in silence.
"I haven't found anything yet." Hermione brushed her hair out of her face. "I can't make sense of very much."
Narcissa remained silent, continuing to hold her sister's hand. Hermione reached out uncertainly, looking like she wanted to place a hand on Bellatrix's arm. Eventually, she decided to just lay her hand on the bed and stared at it.
Hermione picked at the threads of the blanket. "I'm scared," she mumbled, looking up at Bellatrix.
Narcissa placed her other hand on Hermione's shoulder.
"I need your help, Bellatrix," Hermione said, reaching out and laying her hand on Bellatrix's shoulder.
Bellatrix stirred when Hermione's hand made contact with her shoulder, her eyelids fluttering until they opened. She groaned, trying to raise a hand to her head but finding herself unable to. Narcissa jumped out of her chair, helping her sister sit up and piling pillows behind her. She grabbed the glass of water on the nightstand, holding it to Bellatrix's lips. She drank greedily, letting her head fall back when she was finished. Narcissa set the glass down, throwing her arms around Bellatrix.
"I wish I could hug you back," Bellatrix rasped, "But I haven't gotten there yet."
"I'm just glad to have you back," Narcissa mumbled into her shoulder, holding back tears.
Bellatrix turned her head to Hermione, mouthing a silent, "Thank you," to the younger witch.
Hermione nodded silently, trying to allow the two witches a semblance of privacy.
"Don't be scared, Hermione. You can do this," Bellatrix encouraged, leaning her cheek against Narcissa's head, "It feels so good to be awake."
"I'll give you two some privacy," Hermione mumbled as she pushed herself up from the chair.
"Let me help," Narcissa said, pulling away from Bellatrix.
Hermione shook her head. "No, it's okay. I'll have an elf take me to the library."
Narcissa looked like she wanted to protest, but Bellatrix interjected with, "She'll be okay, Cissy. She's stronger than you realize."
Narcissa's mouth formed a tight line, but she nodded anyway. Bellatrix sent Hermione a wink in response to the thankful smile. Hermione made her way slowly to the door, leaning heavily against it after it was closed behind her. She took several slow, deep breaths before she called for a house-elf to take her to the library where Draco and Ginny were probably waiting already.
Draco and Ginny leaped to their feet to steady Hermione when she appeared in the library, the house-elf doing his best to help by bracing her leg. They lowered her onto a chair, hovering over her until she waved them away with annoyance.
"I'm not that fragile," she snapped, immediately softening her voice and murmuring, "I'm sorry."
"We don't think you're fragile," Ginny said, placing a hand on Hermione's shoulder, "We're just concerned and we know how stubborn you are. You'd do everything on your own if you could."
"Thanks," Hermione muttered, "Draco, could we have the room, please?"
"Of course," Draco said, closing the library doors behind him.
Ginny perched on the arm of Hermione's chair, wrapping her arm around her shoulder and pulling her close.
Hermione sighed, leaning her head against Ginny's side. "I'm tired, Gin."
"I know," Ginny mumbled, squeezing her shoulder.
They stayed like that for a long time until Hermione finally took a deep breath and pulled her head away. "What did you find out today?"
"Not much. We tried interviewing some of the others but Luna didn't get anything new out of them. I brought you the transcripts in case we missed anything." Ginny got up, digging around in a briefcase for the files and handing them to Hermione. "You know Kingsley will be livid if he finds out."
Hermione took them, patting the arm of her chair and flipping through them. "I'll handle it."
Ginny laughed, returning to her spot. "I know you will. Harry and Ron have been asking about you. I think your close call has them realizing the error of their ways."
"They don't know, do they?" Hermione asked, looking up from the files.
Ginny shook her head. "Nah, they'd go mad and ruin the investigation."
"Let's keep it that way." Hermione paused, looking intensely at one of the photographs. "Hey, Gin, how many Death Eaters were unaccounted for?"
Ginny hummed in consideration. "A few, I'm sure. Why?"
"Look closely at this picture. Remind you of anyone?"
Ginny grabbed the paper from Hermione's hands, staring at it with a furrowed brow. A nagging sense of familiarity tugged at her, but she wasn't able to place it right away.
"Picture a beard and mustache," Hermione supplied.
Ginny tried to picture it, exclaiming "Rookwood!" after a few moments.
"Have Luna put pressure on him. They must all be using aliases because that isn't the name on the transcript. See if you can't bring me the unaccounted Death Eater flies so I can go through them side by side. There might be a connection there, maybe Luna can find out. Keep him in a separate cell so he doesn't get hurt." Hermione glanced through the other pictures in the files, none of them sticking out at her as being familiar.
"Consider it done, boss."
Hermione looked up at Ginny. "Will you stay tonight?"
"I thought you'd never ask," Ginny laughed, throwing her arm back over Hermione's shoulders.
"Is it bad at home?" Hermione wrapped her arm around Ginny's waist when the redhead wobbled, steadying her and leaving her arm there.
"Thanks," Ginny said, "A little more than usual. Everyone is worried to pieces about you, but they're also still upset about Draco. Well, I think it's more that you left than anything."
Hermione frowned. "They could write."
Ginny put her chin on Hermione's head, mumbling, "I know, Mione."
Hermione sighed, leaning into the redhead's embrace.
In an effort to cheer Hermione up, Ginny said, "You'll never guess what happened today."
Hermione made a questioning noise.
"Some of the agents brought in this guy for questioning in a casual setting at their desk, and as soon as the guy was sat in his chair, he tried to make a run for it. Every agent in the department was on top of him. Stunners, entanglements, tackles. The guy was so out of it after."
Hermione chuckled, bringing a smile to Ginny's face. "What an absolute knob. Can you help me to the dining room? I think it's almost dinner time."
Ginny stood from the arm of the chair, sliding an arm around Hermione's waist and helping her to her feet. "Want me to carry you? Just like old times?"
Hermione and Ginny laughed, the brunette holding her sides and leaning heavily on Ginny. "I'll let you know."
The two witches laughed again and Hermione reached for the door to open it for them.
"If Harry and Ron ever found out," Ginny gasped through a fit of laughter.
Hermione rolled her eyes, pushing open the door and finishing, "They would go mad."
"Madder than they are already." Ginny closed the door behind them, the two making their way down the hallway.
When Hermione stumbled, Ginny gave her a sideways look, causing Hermione to roll her eyes. "I think you just miss it."
"Maybe I do, but are you really gonna deny me that small piece of joy?" Ginny said, giving Hermione a pleading look.
Hermione rolled her eyes again, muttering, "No, I'm not."
Ginny grinned, sliding her arm under Hermione's knees and Hermione looped her arms around Ginny's neck, unable to help the giggle that left her as Ginny lifted her off the ground. "You're right, I did miss this."
"You know, I think I did, too," Hermione admitted, leaning her head against Ginny's shoulder.
"It has been a while."
Ginny carried Hermione the rest of the way in silence, putting her down right in front of the door. Hermione slung her arm over Ginny's shoulders, making her way slowly into the dining room. Draco and Narcissa were already there, along with Andromeda, who was talking to the blonde witch. Draco looked over when they entered, coming to Hermione's side to help her to the table.
"Hermione, how are you feeling?" Andromeda asked.
"Terrible," she grunted, sending Draco and Ginny appreciative glances.
"It can wait until after dinner, Andromeda," Narcissa said coldly.
"Should I come back?" she asked uncertainly.
"No, stay and have dinner, then check on her and leave." Narcissa took her spot at the head of the table, gesturing for her sister to sit across from Hermione.
Andromeda complied, sitting awkwardly across from Hermione. In an attempt to make her more comfortable, Ginny sat next to her while Draco sat between Hermione and Narcissa. Dinner was a quiet affair. Narcissa wasn't as talkative as usual and Andromeda refrained from saying anything that wasn't directly to Ginny. Draco and Hermione shared concerned glances from time to time, the blond making sure Hermione wasn't struggling too much. Hermione finished about half of her food before exhaustion set in and she gave up, leaning her head on her hand.
"Ginny, dear, could we discuss something in the library?" Narcissa asked when they had finished.
"Of course, but let me just help get Hermione upstairs."
"I'll do it, Ginny," Draco said, gently shaking the resting witch's shoulder.
Ginny nodded, following Narcissa out, leaving Draco, Andromeda, and Hermione in the dining room. Draco pulled Hermione's arm over his shoulders, supporting her waist as he helped her to her feet. Andromeda rushed to her other side, supporting the rest of her weight. They made their way slowly to Hermione's room, taking extra care on the steps. Hermione grunted with pain as they reached the top of the stairs, leaning heavily on Draco.
"She's not doing too great," Andromeda muttered, readjusting Hermione's arm over her shoulders.
"Something happened last night," Draco said, pushing open Hermione's door.
Andromeda lifted Hermione into her arms, laying her on the bed. "What happened?"
Draco straightened his robes nervously. "I'm not exactly sure, but it was something to do with Aunt Bella."
Andromeda's head snapped up. "Draco, What happened?"
"I don't know!" he insisted.
"Andy," Hermione mumbled, lifting her arm feebly, "She pulled me into her head."
Andromeda paled, her head going back and forth between Draco and Hermione before finally settling on the blond and asking, "Where is she?"
"Across the hall," he said, confusion plain on his face.
Andromeda lifted Hermione into her arms, demanding, "Lead me there."
Draco sprung into action, opening Hermione's door and walking quickly to the room Bellatrix was in. He opened the door, pressing himself against it to let Andromeda pass. Andromeda moved hastily through the doorway, laying Hermione on the bed next to Bellatrix.
"Shit," she muttered, watching Hermione's color improve.
"What?" Draco asked, moving closer to the bed.
Andromeda sighed, rubbing her temple. "She won't get better unless she's next to her."
"I don't understand," he said, looking between Hermione and his aunt.
The brunette reached for Andromeda, mumbling, "Andy, what's happening to me?"
"Draco, can you bring your mum and Ginny?" She turned to Hermione, grabbing the hand extended toward her. "You're going to be fine."
Draco nodded, backing out of the room and hurrying to the library, wiping his forehead as he went.
"Hermione, can you tell me what happened?" Andromeda asked, pushing up the sleeve of Hermione's left arm and examining the scar.
Hermione flinched when Andromeda placed her fingers on it. "That hurts."
"Does it?" she asked, her brow furrowing as she examined the puckered, red scar, "How long has it been like this?"
"I don't know," Hermione muttered, trying to pull her arm out of Andromeda's grasp.
"I need you to tell me what happened."
Hermione took a deep breath, trying to push herself upright. "Bellatrix pulled me into her mind to show me something."
"What was she trying to show you?" Andromeda drew her wand, casting a variety of spells over Hermione.
"I can't tell you," she answered, shaking her head.
Andromeda paused what she was doing. "Why not?"
"It's about the attack. I'm not supposed to discuss it." Hermione's eyes met Andromeda's, a trickle of fear seeping out from their depths.
"So, you were talking to her when she pulled you into her head?" she asked, softening her tone.
Hermione nodded, pressing her palm to her forehead and squeezing her eyes shut. "I don't know what's happening to me," she mumbled, fighting tears.
Andromeda stared helplessly at the witch who had always been so strong. She couldn't recall ever seeing Hermione cry, or even seem scared. Hermione had always been fearless in her eyes, a Gryffindor by all accounts, even when the odds had been stacked against her in every way. She had always faced it without a hint of fear. Andromeda couldn't think of anything to say, so she just wrapped Hermione in her arms.
"I'm sorry about the last time we spoke," she mumbled to the brunette, "I was angry at myself for being unable to forgive my sisters, and I took it out on you. I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Andy. I forgive you," came Hermione's muffled response.
"Andromeda, what's going on?" Narcissa asked breathlessly, rushing to Hermione's side.
Andromeda moved out of her sister's way, allowing the blonde to look over Hermione as she said, "They're bound."
Draco and Ginny exchanged confused looks as Narcissa turned to Andromeda and asked, "What do you mean they're bound?"
"Bellatrix," Andromeda ignored the look Narcissa sent her way, "Forged a permanent connection between them when she pulled Hermione into her head."
"I'm lost," Ginny piped up, sitting next to Hermione on the edge of the bed.
Andromeda took a deep breath to begin, but she was interrupted by Narcissa saying, "When Harry, Ron, and Hermione were brought to the manor, Bellatrix singled out Hermione, having the two boys sent to the dungeons. She made it look like torture, and in a way, it had to be. Hermione says she gave her crucial information during that time, which I believe. The torture served two purposes: a cover for Bellatrix, and a way to condition Hermione to call her magic to her. The knife she used is an enchanted blade, one that has been in the family for generations and magnifies the pain a person feels. When used in a certain way, it causes scars that can't be healed by any means. It requires a large output of magic from the user. In very rare cases, the magic essences of two people are compatible enough that a link can be established in this way. Hermione, your essence latched onto Bella's, which is why you've been drawn to her room. Her essence latched onto yours, too. That's why when you're here, she's more aware. That's why she was able to pull you into her head."
Andromeda continued, explaining, "When she pulled you into her head, it had been after you depleted a large amount of your magic. The core of your essence was exposed. Hers was, too, from when she received the Dementor's Kiss. Your essences had already latched onto each other, so when your cores connected in that brief moment, they connected to each other. Permanently. You can't heal unless you're near each other because part of your essences swapped places."
Hermione took a deep breath, pressing her palms to her eyes. Ginny rested a hand on Hermione's shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. Draco maintained his position at the wall, looking sympathetically between the witches.
"I can't believe I missed it," Narcissa mumbled, sitting at the foot of the bed, "I was so preoccupied with Bellatrix that I didn't even realize. I'm sorry, Hermione. I should have put the pieces together, but I didn't even notice the signs."
"It's okay," Hermione said.
"You just need some rest," Andromeda assured.
Hermione nodded, moving her hands from her eyes to her sides.
"We'll give you some space," Draco spoke out, reminding everyone of his presence, "Just call if you need us."
Hermione nodded again, grabbing Ginny's hand when she rose to leave. Ginny sat back down, lacing her fingers through Hermione's.
The brunette waited until the door was closed before saying, "Stay in my room. I'd like it if you were close by."
Ginny nodded. "Of course. And I brought you the files from the library." She paused. "How are you doing?"
"It's a lot, on top of so much else. At least I'm not dying. I kind of thought I was."
Ginny smiled at her, squeezing her hand. "We both know you're too stubborn to die just yet. You'll figure it out, you always do."
"Thanks, Gin." Hermione smiled softly, letting her eyes close.
"What are friends for?" Ginny placed the files on the nightstand.
Hermione unlaced their hands, opening her eyes. "You're much more of a friend than Harry or Ron."
Ginny laughed, saying, "Well you and I have a much better history."
Hermione couldn't help but join in. "That's true. Ron couldn't handle not being together. Harry is okay, sometimes, but I think he still sees me as a know-it-all who can't defend herself."
"And I know you're so much more than that," Ginny said, brushing Hermione's hair out of her face, "Get some rest."
Hermione nodded, waiting until Ginny was at the door to say, "The woman you marry is going to be so lucky to have you."
Ginny turned to her, a teasing smirk pulling her lips up. "Wish I could say the same about you, but you're a handful on a good day."
Hermione rolled her eyes, unable to feign annoyance because a laugh escaped her. Ginny laughed as she left, waving goodbye. Hermione stared at the ceiling for several long, quiet minutes. She turned her head to the nightstand, eying the pile of files Ginny had brought her before turning her head to the other side. She had been acutely aware of Bellatrix's proximity since Andromeda had put her on the bed and had done her best not to think about it. When her eyes fell on the dark witch, she was surprised to find Bellatrix staring at the ceiling.
"I'm sorry, you know," she rasped, looking out of the corner of her eye at Hermione.
Hermione was taken aback by the apology, turning onto her side to face Bellatrix. "Why?"
"You didn't ask for this."
"I asked for your help," Hermione pointed out.
"Not like this," Bellatrix said, squeezing her eyes closed.
Hermione shrugged. "It's better than nothing. Besides, there are worse people I could be bound to."
Bellatrix couldn't help the small smile that pulled at her lips but it quickly faded. "Like who?"
"Rookwood."
"Haven't you heard? I'm the big bad Death Eater, Rookwood is nothing compared to me."
"Well, you didn't try to kill me," Hermione said with a smile.
Bellatrix strained to turn her head to Hermione, finally turning enough to look at the younger witch who smiled gently at her. "He's one of them."
It wasn't a question, but Hermione nodded anyway.
"Who else?" Bellatrix asked, her eyes darting over Hermione's face.
"We don't know yet. We have names but they're aliases. I only happened to recognize him from the photo in his file." Hermione watched Bellatrix's eyes dart back and forth, trying not to let her own eyes wander.
"You've grown up so much," Bellatrix whispered, her gaze meeting Hermione's.
Hermione smiled, her cheeks turning slightly pink. "You look younger."
"Does it really hurt?" she asked, her eyes moving to Hermione's arm.
Hermione shifted, pulling up her sleeve. Bellatrix sucked in a breath, staring regretfully at the scar on Hermione's arm. She opened her mouth to say something, but Hermione shook her head.
"I don't want you to apologize. You did what you had to do. We all did. It's the price we had to pay to end the war."
Bellatrix managed to nod, her eyes glued to Hermione's arm. Hermione yawned, rubbing the back of her hand over her eyes.
"You should sleep," Bellatrix whispered.
"Why me?" Hermione asked, ignoring the heaviness of her eyelids.
Bellatrix gave her a confused look.
"Why did you choose me instead of Harry or Ron?"
A smile formed on Bellatrix's face. "You don't need me to tell you that."
Hermione shrugged. "Maybe I just want you to."
"Still feeling lost?" Bellatrix asked, furrowing her brow as she tried to move her arms but was unsuccessful.
"A little," she admitted, her voice small.
"If I had hurt Harry, I would have been killed, never mind the fact that he would be too busy hating me to believe a word I said. Ron wouldn't have been able to handle it, and he wouldn't be able to listen to what I was saying. But you, Hermione, you're smart and strong and kind. You were afraid, but you still faced me, and then you gave me a chance to explain. You believed me and you were smart enough to put the clues together." Bellatrix tried to reach out to Hermione, but her arm still wouldn't obey.
"Why did you help us?"
Bellatrix sighed, looking back up at the ceiling. "You reminded me of myself. Who I could have been. After the Department of Mysteries fiasco, it nagged at me, but it wasn't until Draco almost killed Dumbledore that I started to figure things out. Things went so wrong. I love my sisters more than anything, but I lost myself protecting them, and when I saw Draco at that moment, I realized how much I had failed. For months I tried to think of a way to change things, and then it was brought right to me."
Hermione yawned again, burying her face in the blanket.
"You should rest," Bellatrix said again.
Hermione yawned, sleepily mumbling, "Thank you."
Bellatrix stared at the ceiling until she heard Hermione's breathing even out. She turned her head to face the sleeping witch, a small smile on her face. She took a deep breath, her eyes closing peacefully.
"You're welcome, Hermione."
Narcissa and Andromeda stood in front of the floo, neither of them saying a word but both wanting to. Andromeda shuffled her feet, looking at the ground while Narcissa pretended to observe the room.
Finally, Andromeda looked up and said, "Narcissa, I'm sorry."
Narcissa raised a brow, silently gesturing for her estranged sister to elaborate.
"I'm sorry for leaving you and Bellatrix behind. For assuming that the two of you hated me and were evil. I never gave you a chance, and that was wrong of me." Andromeda lowered her gaze back to the floor, prepared for her sister to ask her to leave.
"Did you never wonder why father didn't have you killed for leaving?" Narcissa asked, still not looking at her sister.
Andromeda felt her cheeks flush in shame. "No."
"Bellatrix took that beating for you," Narcissa turned to Andromeda, her eyes flashing with anger and sorrow, "Father almost killed her. It was the payment he took from her for allowing you to go safely. After that, she had to marry Lestrange, and he introduced her to Voldemort. Lucius had ties to him already, and I was about to marry him, so she joined Voldemort's Death Eaters to make sure Lucius didn't fail, knowing he would punish him through me. It got worse when Draco was born. You think we didn't want to leave, but we did. It was just too late."
"I'm sorry," she said again, taking a step back.
"Bellatrix has only ever done things to protect us. She didn't want to live that life, but she chose to. For us, and we didn't even try to help her, Andy," Narcissa said, her voice breaking as tears started to spill.
"Cissy," Andromeda mumbled, stepping forward and pulling her into a hug.
"We abandoned her," Narcissa cried, clenching her fists in Andromeda's robes.
Andromeda felt fresh shame course through her.
"I just want my sisters back," Naricssa admitted softly, burying her face in Andromeda's shoulder.
Narcissa felt a hand rub her back soothingly while another hand cradled her head. She squeezed her eyes shut in an attempt to stop the tears. Andromeda rested her chin on top of Narcissa's head, holding on tightly to her sister. They stayed that way until Narcissa had stopped crying, delicately pulling back and wiping her cheeks.
"I missed you, Andy," she mumbled.
"I missed you, too. I never should have left without the two of you."
Narcissa sent her sister a soft smile. "What's done is done. All we can do now is move forward."
Andromeda nodded, taking a handful of floo powder. "I'll be back tomorrow?"
"Yes."
Narcissa waved Andromeda goodbye, wiping her face one more time before turning and leaving the room as her sister departed in a burst of green flames.