Chapter 2-Mental

"Miss," the Doctor looked in the file he was holding, "Granger. You have had this appointment scheduled for over a year now?"

"Yes sir."

"Why could you not come in prior to this day?"

"Before this afternoon my friends and I had been much too busy trying to off Lord Voldemort."

"Lord Vole dee mort?"

"Yes."

"Who is that?"

"A Dark Wizard. He tried to kill my one best friend when he was a baby."

"Okay, humour me, how did your friend kill this Lord Voldemort?"

"With a plunger, you see there wand cores are brothers. They can't fight each other with them."

"Wand cores?"

"Yes."

"Do you have a wand?"

"Yes sir, I am a witch."

"A witch?"

"Yes, I can do magic even though my parents were muggles."

"Muggles?"

"Non magical people."

"So your magical?"

"Yes."

Just then two large men barged in with a straight jacket. Hermione pulled out her wand as they approached her, but they wrestled it away before she could obliviate them or get away. Hermione Jane Granger, brightest witch of her age, Hogwarts dropout, best frieds to the boy who lived was checked into a muggle mental hospital on the day Harry Potter defeated He Who Must Not Be, oh screw it all, he's dead, Lord Voldemort is dead, we should all be dancing in the streets or in our straight jackets.

The Administrators of the facility where Hermione is being held, contacted the person on her next of kin list, Harry James Potter, but alas, as Mister Potter does not have a telephone, letter was dispatched to 12 Grimmauld Place through Muggle post.

The Postman stood before eleven and thirteen for a half hour before Remus Lupin noticed a very frustrated muggle ranting about a letter addressed to a number 12 Grimmauld Place. Moony apparated behind the Postman and tapped him on the shoulder, "I live at Number 12."

"You do!"

"I do."

"Where is it?"

"Down the route a bit."

"Oh, well here you go," and the Postman gave him a stack of a few hundred letters.

"Finally I get to be rid of these!"

"Your welcome, thanks for the post."

And Remus walked off, apparating from the next alley to the Burrow.

"Molly?" Remus called upon entering the kitchen, "Is Harry in?"

"He's in Ron's room."

"Thanks Molly."

And Remus trampled up the stairs to Ron Weasley's childhood bedroom, underneath the attic and the ghoul.

Lupin Knocked.

"Come in, if you must."

"Oh, Remus, how're you?"

"Fine Harry, you've got some post."

"Oh, have you seen Hermione?"

"I haven't, but this letter says its from a Doctor Harper in regards to Hermione J. Granger."

"Are you reading my mail?"

"No, it says that in the return address corner."

"Oh, let me have it then."

Harry tore open his letter and read it, his expression getting more and more alarmed as he read.

Harry finished and looked to be in shock.

"What did it say, Harry?"

"I need to go bail Hermione out of the mental hospital."

"Hermione in the loony bin?" Fred asked coming in.

"I suppose so, according to this," Harry replied waving the letter around.

"All that studying finally went to her head, eh?" George asked.

"No um, George," She went in for her appointment and they decided she was well mental."

"Who's mental?" Ron asked coming in with his wife.

"I have to go bail Hermione out of the mental hospital," Harry told Ron.

"I always said she was mental!" Ron exclaimed in triumph.

"Well, um hopefully I can get her out quick, bye," And Harry apparated to an alley by the hospital.

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