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Hermione Granger and the International Human Rights Commission

Hermione stared at her glass as her friends congratulated her. She didn't feel exactly like celebrating. The hearing was but the first step in a journey to justice and, very likely, the easiest step.

There was another thing, though. The Wizengamot had been easy on her, and to Rilla's relief, easy on the Department of Mysteries. But they issued one last decree before calling the meeting closed - Hermione was not to visit the prisoners in detention. She'd kept them from Azkaban for the moment, but she wouldn't be able to visit them. That could be revisited at next week's meeting, but until Thursday of next week - 10 days - her former charges would be out of her hands and she couldn't do anything about it.

She smiled as Padma toasted her again, but her heart wasn't in it.

'Come on, Hermione,' Ron finally said, noting her lack of enthusiasm. 'I know it's rotten luck they won't let you see Malfoy and Nott, but you did save them from going back to Azkaban. That's worth celebrating.'

'Here, here!' Ginny agreed, raising her glass. Hermione had lost count of how many times her friend group had insisted on raising their glasses to her. She did eventually raise her own and smiled genuinely. What the hell? Tomorrow the papers might be out for her blood again, she might as well enjoy the evening.

Of course, that couldn't last.

Seated too close to the drunken regulars, apparently, the group attracted the attention of the clientele that had been pickling themselves in firewhisky since midday. 'Proud of yourself,' a man leaning to one side almost off his stool slurred at her, spittle collecting at the edge of his mouth.

'I'm going to head out,' Hermione said with a sigh, already knowing where the interaction was headed. The last thing she needed to cap her day was a barroom brawl between this drinking imbecile and Harry and Ron who were already poised for defence, not enough good sense between the pair of them to ignore drunken fools.

'Hermione, wait…' Ginny insisted, putting her arm out to stop her from getting up. 'Forget him. He's drunk.'

Hermione shook her head, swallowing. 'And we don't know how many people he'll attract,' she pointed out. 'It's better if I just go home.'

'Back to Surrey or your flat in London?' Ron asked, his attention split between the drunken fool trying to hold his firewhisky glass in ever more trembling hands and her.

Hadn't thought of that. It had only just occurred to her that by home she'd meant her parent's old house. But she didn't have time to answer before a determined Parvati sat up taller and interrupted the scene.

'He'll attract no one,' she said, a bite in her voice, turning, determined, around to face the man who was at her back. 'Kindly fuck off,' she said primly, flipping her beautiful raven hair over her shoulder.

'Death Eater whore, she is…' the man slurred. Immediately, Neville, Ginny, Harry, and Ron stood up so fast their chairs toppled over, wands outstretched.

'Okay, guys!' Hermione said, louder this time. 'I'm going to go. I'll see everyone later this week. Maybe you come over to mine and we'll stay in, hmm?' She definitely did not want to go out in public again for a while.

'Which…' Harry started to ask, and she nodded in his direction.

'My parents,' Hermione finally said. 'All my research is there. Plus, I don't have but two mouldy rolls to rub together at my flat. I'm pretty sure Dr-Malfoy,' she choked on his name but kept going, 'has leftovers in the fridge.'

'All deserve to be Kissed…' the tottering man was going on. Hermione rolled her eyes. With a last goodbye she went out the back and Apparated into the garden of her parents' home. Tears pricked her eyes as she saw the early little buds of the hydrangeas Theo had planted.

She sniffed back the tears and marched into the house. She completely bypassed the kitchen, not ready to be reminded of him in the cold, empty house. She immediately went into her father's old office and kicked off her shoes, ready to settle in for a long evening of letter writing.

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Hermione,

I suppose I understand why you never replied to my letter. So, you were helping Draco Malfoy. I've written, scrapped, and rewritten this letter fifteen times, I think. Hermione, we were friends. You were there when I was cursed, you know what he did to me. I just…I don't know what I'm asking. I can't understand how you could forget everything he's done - to me, to Rosemerta… to you. He's not misunderstood, Hermione. He's bad. He's done unforgivable things. I just wish I understood.

Katie Bell

Hermione sighed. Katie was long past due for an explanation, but she didn't feel as if the post was the proper place to give it. Instead, she jotted down an invitation for Katie to come over for tea the next day. Almost instantly, Katie sent back her reply that she'd come.

Thank Merlin.

That was settled, so she moved back to her correspondence with Stellar Prim. Much to Hermione's surprise and relief, Miss Prim was nearly as ferociously dedicated to reforming British Criminal Justice as she was. Hermione only won out in that she actually lived in Britain and was, therefore, inherently more motivated. Stellar was very young but she'd had her eye on Britain for the last few years - as had much of the international governing body of Geneva - and was elated to get Hermione's owl.

After the hearing the day prior, Stellar had taken an international portkey back to Geneva long enough to settle some affairs for the next few weeks but she'd promised to return in a few days' time. Hermione offered her parent's house - with its many vacant rooms - as an option and Prim had jumped at the opportunity. It was for the best. Hermione realised she hated being in the house alone, though she couldn't make herself move back to her flat.

Deciding there wasn't much left for her to do for the evening, Hermione made her way upstairs. She'd intended to walk directly past the room Draco and Theo had shared for weeks, but as she passed the open door she heard an odd buzzing.

What in Godrick's name…

She entered the room, feeling like she was playing a game of 'hotter/colder' but without a partner. The sound intensified as she walked past her old desk. She opened the top drawer.

Bingo.

It was the notebook she'd kept for Draco to contact her in case of an emergency. But how…

She grabbed it and tore it open where she saw his neat, perfectly formed words etched into the page.

But…

Hermione,

Don't be mad. I had Pansy sneak my copy of the journal out the last time she was at the house. I knew it was likely we'd be kept apart and I couldn't imagine not being able to talk to you for Merlin knew how long.

Pansy delivered it to me today and Potter and the Weasel made sure Jones allowed me to keep it. No one seems to be bothered by an empty notebook.

I want you to know that Theo and I are fine. We are being kept together and my mother is next door in her own room. The amenities do not hold a candle to your stately manor, but they will suffice. We are well, being fed, and left to our own devices. If you wouldn't mind much, could you send books with Pansy? It's dreadfully boring without the telly. I'd even watch that insufferable dancing movie.

I'm sorry we cost you the job you love. I'll never be able to repay you for everything.

I love you, Hermione.

Draco

Hermione's eyes filled with tears and she realised she was grinning like an idiot as she read it.

Smart man. She hadn't even considered using the notebooks. She quickly pulled out a chair and flipped to the next page of the notebook and wrote back.

Do not worry about my job. There are other jobs. I have myriad interests. I'm not upset about gaining the opportunity to explore them.

It was smart to sneak out the notebook. You could have just told me and I'd have sent it with Pansy myself. I admit, it never even crossed my mind.

I'm glad you are being treated well, and I want you to tell me if that ever changes. I'm not sure if they told you everything but we are meeting next week to discuss Azkaban and the potential for new trials not just for you but for all the people who were not given access to them after the war. I'm working closely with the International Wizarding Rights Council in Geneva on our defence. Please remain hopeful. I am.

I love you. It's so hard to be in this house without you. I see you everywhere. I sense you even as you are gone. I'm hungry but dare not go into the kitchen for fear of weeping over whatever amazing food you've left behind. I miss you.

Your Hermione

She closed the notebook and stood, taking the book with her in case he wrote back. It buzzed in her hands almost instantly.

Eat.

She smirked. Bossy.

She decided to take his advice and whip up a snack before bed.

'Absolutely, Hermione,' Stellar nodded enthusiastically. 'We must take into account which members of your Wizengamot are open to change and which are not. It's not about unanimity, it's about majority.'

She and Stellar Prim had been going over the roster of the Wizengamot for a few hours. She was thrilled to be working with someone nearly as dedicated and motivated as herself. If only she could have had Stellar as her Potions partner back at Hogwarts.

'Do you mind if I leave you here for an hour or so?' Hermione asked, dropping her muggle pen on the notebook she'd been jotting notes into. 'I have to meet a friend for a coffee, but I'll be right back.'

'Absolument, Hermione,' Prim answered with a toothy smile. She pushed her silky blond hair behind her ear as she returned her attention to the Wizarding Geneva Convention notes she'd been pouring over. Hermione smiled at the woman and made her way to the Apparition point in her backyard.

With a deep, calming breath, she Apparated just outside the Muggle coffee shop where she and Katie agreed to meet. Both agreed the last thing they wanted was to be spotted by The Prophet. Hermione took that as a good sign that Katie might be open to a dialogue that was productive.

Entering the shop, she saw Katie seated at a corner table, nervously tapping her straw against the side of the multicoloured drink in front of her. Hermione quickly ordered a coffee and made her way to the table, sliding in across from the pensive woman she knew from school.

Katie looked much the same. Still youthful and pretty, her long brown hair plaited and draped over her athletic shoulder. Hermione thought she remembered Ron saying Bell had joined one of the quidditch teams in Europe as a second string chaser.

'Hello, Katie,' she greeted, a wide but nervous smile on her face. Katie met it with an awkward smile of her own.

'Hello, Hermione,' she returned.

Silence.

Hermione realised she'd have to be the one to start the conversation. It was only fair, after all. She was the one with explaining to do. 'Thank you for your note,' she started. 'You very well could have simply written me off as a traitor and never spoken to me again. It would be within your rights.'

Katie said nothing, but she tilted her head to the side, the way Hermione remembered she always did when she was really listening to someone. 'I want to first say, I'm not here to atone for Malfoy.' She'd decided the night before that it wasn't her place. 'What he did to you is between the two of you, and I believe I'd be far outside my lane to tell you how to feel about it, or how to process any of this. Your feelings are valid. I understand you. I understand why you feel the way you do.'

The tension in Katie's shoulders seemed to lessen a bit, but she remained quiet. Hermione took a calming sip of her coffee before continuing. 'How much about the case I was working on do you know?'

'I listened to the wireless recap of the disciplinary meeting. I understand you were working on a case dealing with the Dark Mark that dovetailed into a case where you had to kill You-Know-Who again. I understand that Nott and Malfoy were uniquely harmed by their Marks and it was your job to figure out why and how to stop it.'

Hermione nodded. 'Yes, that's the gist. They were being tortured by their Marks. And more than that, they were being tortured by the system our whole society condoned. Azkaban.'

'Prison is not meant to be comfortable,' Katie replied, this time with a bit more bite to her voice.

'I recognize that,' Hermione allowed. 'But, I'm not sure many people can imagine the conditions there. It is artificial hell. Hell is a muggle concept…'

'I'm familiar with the concept,' Katie replied.

Hermione smiled weakly and nodded. 'The systems in that prison are actual, definable torture.'

Katie frowned but remained silent.

'I had no intention of coming to care for Malfoy or Nott for that matter. It was a job, Katie. I was doing my job - and then…'

She shook her head, suddenly unsure how to explain herself without admitting her feelings. 'Did you know that Nott was beaten by his father to take The Mark? Did you know he resisted for over a year before that?'

Katie shook her head. 'No, I…I didn't know him well.'

'Nor did I. I had no idea. Learning how they got their Marks, it opened my eyes to some things.'

'Yes,' Katie interjected, 'But no one made Malfoy take The Mark. He wanted it. He practically bragged about it.'

Hermione sighed. 'That's partially true. He did want it, until he didn't.'

'Yes, it's very convenient to regret something after you've destroyed multiple lives,' Katie pointed out.

'Katie, I'm never going to be able to make you okay with what Malfoy did to you. And I don't want to try. He cursed you. It doesn't matter that he didn't want to do it. It doesn't matter that he wept in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom for days about it. I know that. His remorse is his - you don't have to accept it. And certainly you don't have to when he hasn't even offered you an apology or an excuse for what he did. I'm not here to make you forgive him or even agree with the choices I've made,' Hermione explained.

'Why are you here, then?' Katie asked.

'Because, as someone who considers you my friend, I do owe you at least an explanation. I forgave Draco when I saw his penance. I forgave him for everything. Rosemerta has no such desire. You may well decide never to forgive him either. That's fine. But I'm asking you to forgive me. I'm asking you to understand why I can't allow him to be subjected to torture at the hands of the Ministry even if you hate him.'

Katie sat there, looking at her contemplatively for a long moment. 'Is it true what the papers write? That you became close to him.'

Hermione let out a long breath. 'Yes,' she answered. She wasn't going to lie to Katie about anything. 'I became close to him, to his mother, to Theo. I fell in love with him. I don't expect you to understand…'

Silence.

'Hermione, you have been one of the most unwaveringly loyal, level headed, and intelligent people I've ever had the honour of knowing,' Katie finally said. 'Your infatuation with Ron aside, you've been someone I've looked up to for years due to your keen judgement of people.'

Hermione swallowed, waiting for the 'but'.

'I'm not stupid. I know Malfoy was in over his head 6th Year. Do you know what upsets me more than The Curse? That he didn't care what happened to me when he handed me that necklace. It takes a person of great selfishness to pass a burden onto someone innocent like that. It's a kind of selfishness I don't think can be fixed.'

Hermione bit her tongue and nodded for Katie to continue. 'I don't hate you,' Katie said. 'I pity you. The brightest witch of our age—her career, reputation, and judgement tarnished by a devil with an angel's face.'

Hermione felt a lump form in her throat but she bit down every defence of herself that wished to fly out of her mouth. 'I understand,' she finally said.

'Thank you for meeting with me,' Katie added. 'I respect that you did it. You didn't have to.'

Hermione nodded. She waited until Katie left the shop before she let a tear slip from her eye.

'Hermione, are you unwell?' Stellar Prim was concerned, sitting at her father's old desk, her perfectly manicured brows furrowed as Hermione dragged herself back to the office.

She wasn't sure if she was well or not. She knew that it was possible and well within Katie's rights not to accept Hermione's judgement, but it had hurt nonetheless.

'It's just personal stuff,' Hermione assured the woman. 'It will be fine. So, did you finish the opening statement?'

Prim's eyebrows shot up with excitement this time. 'Yes! I'd love for you to read it over. I've also received the letters from the international leaders we corresponded with. We have the documents we need.'

Hermione sighed with relief. That was excellent news. 'Great,' she said, pasting on a smile. But before one could suggest another task to mark off the list, she heard the Floo activate. It wasn't long after that a clown car of her friends tumbled into her house.

'If Hermione can't come to the party, the party comes to Hermione,' Ron sing-songed.

'Oi, move out of the way, you cow!' Ginny cried from behind him.

'I tried,' Harry replied as an apology, stepping into her living room, tugging Parvati with him. Then Padma, Luna - Neville had to mark essays - and even Oliver Wood made an appearance, a sheepish smile on his face as if he was embarrassed to be part of the absolute mayhem unfolding in her house.

Stellar was at her shoulder then, taking in the sight with a look of bemusement. 'Well, come in,' Hermione said with a roll of her eyes. Her friends were clearly on a mission not to let her be alone for too long. At the moment, she was grateful.

I miss you next to me. I miss the smell of your hair, the curve of your arse against me. How did I live 23 years on this earth before you?

Hermione blushed. It was certainly better reading than The Prophet which had taken it upon themselves to highlight Death Eater crimes in a daily instalment along with various testimonies from Magical Law Enforcement - not a single one an actual Auror who worked on Dark Arts cases - and the 'sacrifice' they make to keep Wizarding Britain safe.

'I miss you too,' she wrote back. 'Stellar is fine company, but hardly as nice to snuggle.'

Can I watch?

Hermione cackled at that, grinning from ear to ear as she replied. 'I don't know. You'll have to ask her. She's very protective of our privacy.' She could literally see Draco's shoulders rise and fall of the soft, masculine chuckle he inevitably emitted at that.

I'll see you soon, I hope.

'Only a few more days,' she promised. She hoped she wasn't lying to him.

On Harry's insistence, Hermione had gone to a muggle spa and received a day of pampering the day before the hearing before the Wizengamot.

'Hermione, you are wound tighter than a kneazle in a net. You need to relax. You've done all the research. You and Prim have all the documents and memories, you could make your case backward. Go. Take Padma and get out of here!' Hermione sighed but complied, flooing Padma who was already prepared for their day of pampering.

She'd been rubbed, steamed, dipped in mud, and all the things alongside Padma until they were both as relaxed as humanly possible. It was actually really thoughtful of her best friend to book the appointment, but she felt slightly guilty about it. Stellar Prim demanded she stop feeling guilty at once. 'Self-care is necessary to care for others, Hermione.'

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

The point was that on the morning of the hearing that would determine the fate of her previous charges, she was actually well-rested and fresh of face. Stellar, who looked like she stepped out of Vogue Magazine on a bad day, of course, was ready to take on the world.

'We've got this,' she promised Hermione, squeezing the shorter woman's shoulder before tossing her astonishingly shiny blond hair over her shoulder and pushing through the large double doors that led into the Wizengamot chambers.

Hermione's eyes widened. Even as she and Stellar had gotten there early, the place was packed. Not only had the national and local wizarding papers come, but there was an entire section of international journalists poised and ready to take notes on the proceedings. Their PR campaign clearly worked.

She felt the old anxiety creeping in and looked around for familiar faces. Her eyes darted around the circular room until she laid them on Luna who was there in an official capacity as reporter for The Quibbler. Her blond friend smiled cheerily at her and waved. Hermione's lips quirked into a smile as she absentmindedly followed Stellar to the table at the edge of the floor, set up for their uses.

'Hermione!' she heard Ron call from her right, and turned to find him and the entire gang assembled together to support her. She smiled and felt her heart beat even out a bit, some tension and anxiety leaving her. She took a deep breath and sat next to Stellar at the table.

Kingsley called the room to order, his smooth voice falling like a hushing blanket over the cavernous room. 'This formal hearing has been called to discuss the matter of the state of affairs at Azkaban Prison and what should be done about the prisoners currently in detention. It is not a trial, nor will it be used to grandstand.'

There was a murmur of assent among the members of the Wizengamot. 'Miss Granger, would you like to start?' Kingsley asked, extending his hand toward where she was seated. She smiled and stood, only then noticing Warden Hoganis and a few Azkaban guards had shuffled into seats at the other end of the room. Her smile wavered momentarily but she charged forward.

'Thank you, Minister. Thank you, wizards and witches of the Wizengamot. I have with me today, Stellar Prim, who you may remember from the previous hearing. She's an expert in Human Rights and International Law.' She indicated to the table where Stellar sat and the woman smiled and waved. Hermione's eyes moved over to the warden's. He looked supremely annoyed.

Good.

'The last time we met, the subject was me. I'd very much like to shift the discussion to a much bigger topic. That of human rights and criminal justice reform. I know my judgement has been called into question over the last several weeks, and I do not expect anyone to take merely my word or my opinion to be the only evidence that changes must be made. I've compiled many dozens of memories, personal stories, text of treaties and signed charters that I'm hoping will persuade this body to revisit what we have done and what we are doing in the name of public safety.'

She looked around the governing body to see if she really had their interest. Some had tuned her out already - these were the people she and Stellar had already singled out as problems. But many were engaged and she took heart in that as she continued.

'We are members of an International Wizarding World, and though of late we've been preoccupied with domestic issues, we have obligations to uphold agreed upon statutes and resolutions for rights and freedoms - even to criminals.'

A hand emerged from near the back of the Wizengamot. 'Yes?' Hermione prompted.

'Yes, but Death Eaters have a special classification,' the small woman pointed out, her voice crisp and girlish, almost reminding Hermione of Umbridge. She pushed that thought aside.

'It is precisely these classifications that have created an environment of rampant human rights abuse. When we start deciding human rights are not for all humans, we reject the very spirit of these agreements. Azkaban Prison is a torture chamber. And, not that it matters, but not everyone in Azkaban is a Death Eater.'

She heard a rumble of dissent from the warden's section.

'I'd like to ask the Wizengamot to look over the memories I've compiled of the conditions at the prison and make judgement for themselves.'

It was quickly agreed and Hermione set about preparing the pensieve and casting the projection charm.

The memories had been perfectly curated. After the first gasp from the entire chamber, Hermione knew she'd made her point - but they continued. On and on, scene after scene of malnourished prisoners, rotting flesh, toothless decay, oppressive darkness. When the presentation had finished, she even saw tears in the eyes of some of the audience. The journalists were jotting notes furiously.

'The prisoners are deprived of any concept of time. This is considered inhumane torture in both Wizarding and Muggle worlds. They have no access to basic hygiene and the food they get not only lacks proper nutrients, it is more likely to make them sick than not. It wasn't just the dementors turning prisoners insane. The isolation, the lack of human touch, we've thrown them away and forgotten about them.'

At this point, she turned the narrative over to Stellar Prim who highlighted exactly the key points of the Geneva Accords that Britain was in violation of, and why adherence to these Accords would not only help their standing in the world, but would avoid consequences should they not bring their system in line. The International Community had been on edge since Britain first started using dementors, but had stayed out of things until they got their domestic terrorism problem under control - that understanding would not continue forever.

'Shouldn't we speak to the Warden?' One member of the Wizengamot asked. 'Surely he has his reasons.'

What followed was one of the most spectacularly pathetic defences perhaps in human history. Between stuttering outrage and frequent outbursts of raging tangents, the warden came away looking less like a man in charge of a prison and more like a pathetic, toddler having a tantrum.

Hermione took pity, 'To be fair to the Warden, it's hard to imagine how he could have done much better with the resources given. Now, to be sure, he holds a great deal of blame for how the place is run, but ultimately, the blame rests on us. We did this to humans because we were scared, because we were tired, because we wanted it over and to move on, and - let's be honest - because we wanted vengeance. Not Justice. We rushed trials and locked them up and threw away the key. We put a man with few credentials and limited resources in charge of a group of people labelled below human and so what has happened at Azkaban was, essentially, inevitable,' she reasoned.

There was a long silence before someone, this time without even bothering to raise his hand, asked, 'What do you suggest, then? How should we deal with terrorists and the worst criminals we have?'

'I'm glad you asked,' Hermione said with a wide smile. 'First of all, we take cases individually. Every case has individual circumstances and therefore requires individual judgement. We focus on rehabilitation and public safety rather than punitive punishment. And most of all, we must return to fair trials - that includes retrying all the cases that were fast tracked through after the fall of Voldemort.'

'That would take months!' someone cried.

'Years!' Another added.

'Months is probably more accurate. There are, perhaps, sixty cases that need to be retried. They'll need proper defences and the schedule could be tight, but within one calendar year it could be managed,' Hermione assessed.

Kingsley stood again, motioning his hands for quiet and order. 'It seems there are two separate issues on the floor. The first is shutting down Azkaban Prison in favour of creating a new prison that adheres to the International Charters we've agreed to. All those in favour?'

Hermione's heart skipped a beat.

That was fast. She wasn't prepared for him to push the issue along that quickly. She watched as several arms went up. She tried to count but there were too many members. It looked like majority but there were several people still opposed.

'The motion passes,' Kingsley declared. 'Until such a time as new arrangements can be made, the prison will operate under the watch of the DMLE.' There was a nod of agreement among the Wizengamot, but Hermione caught Harry scowling. His department. Joy.

'Second,' Kingsley continued, 'The matter of new trials for the convicted after the fall of You-Know-Who. All those in favour.'

This idea was less popular, Hermione could tell. She bit her lip and looked at Stellar. The other woman gave her a look of confidence. She saw a few hands, others were looking around to see what their fellow members would do.

'Point of clarification,' one man said, standing up in his maroon robes. 'Is it entirely necessary to retry all of them? There are a number of these trials that were, for lack of a better term, open and shut. They were caught red handed committing Unforgivables. Is it not possible to revisit sentencing, perhaps rather than full blown trials.'

There were murmurs of discussion around the room. 'It appears, there are still too many unknowns to reach consensus. All those in favour of a private session to determine what is to be done about these prisoners - either new trials or potential new sentences,' Kingsley amended.

That was near unanimous, and Hermione nearly fainted with relief. It was a start.

Hermione,

I wanted to reach out to you personally to let you know that it was decided almost immediately that Draco Malfoy, Theo Nott Jr., and Narcissa Malfoy would receive new trials. As such, they will remain in Ministry detention rather than returning to Azkaban until their trial date.

You did good, kid.

Kingsley

She couldn't help it, she 'whooped' out loud and gave Stellar Prim a bit of a fight. 'They are getting new trials!' she cried, nearly jumping up to do a jig.

Stellar beamed at her. 'You did it, Hermione!'

'We did it,' Hermione amended. 'I couldn't have done it without you.'

Stellar Prim rolled her eyes. 'You and I both know that's not true. I'm pretty sure you could do anything you put your mind to, Hermione. We could use you in Geneva.'

Hermione blushed under the praise.

'You even got that horrible rag you all called a newspaper to write something half decent,' Prim continued, tossing the evening copy of The Daily Prophet at her.

Azkaban Atrocities Make for National Disgrace

'I guess they aren't stumping for the warden anymore,' she noted out loud.

'There is a bit about you on page five,' Stellar added.

Hermione flipped the page.

Formerly Disgraced War Heroine Makes Case for Her Death Eater Boyfriend

'Nice to know some things never change,' she said with a roll of her eyes.

'Come on,' Stellar insisted, 'Let's have a bite to eat before I portkey back to Switzerland.' Hermione agreed, and noted with a pang of sadness that she would miss the woman when she was gone. At least she had plenty to keep her busy - finding Draco, Theo, and Narcissa the best counsel money could buy.