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Chapter 8. The tip of the Iceberg.
Sirius Black was missing and Albus Dumbledore could not make sense of what took place in Azkaban Prison as he revisited the memory inside the Pensieve. All sorts of evil lifeforms were eliminated, and the guards, closest to the epicenter, observed how the dementors went berserk on all the inmates surrounding Sirius Black's cell as a light of the purest sort shone. It was according to his books, elven light, mixed with the wizard, a rare combination that could not be duplicated. It cleansed the cell so thoroughly that the room became clear of color, and the magic still pulsed and kept a ward to ill intent. The unspeakables could not touch it, the wizards could not touch it and no one could tell what happened to Sirius Black. It really looked bad, because now, the story behind Black would not be ignored or hidden away, since something happened to make his cell a purified center. Not good, at least not for the greater good.
The Guardian of the portal, looked over this reality and how a myriad of realities became clearer, it couldn't be helped as a strange laugh took hold of it, eons without laughter and now this couple of travelers bring this forgotten feeling.
Madame Amelia Bones, walked inside the cell, being the first person to resist the ward, and something primordial to her, beckoned. Now, she was a very neutral person to beliefs and religions. But this magic was accepting of her, and something that felt so right, ought to have a reason. She gave the room a final glance and wondered, why was Sirius Black was spirited away by such pure magic? It was clear that this Island and tower that was for so long cursed to harbor hopelessness was currently the ground of prodigious magic. But why this inmate? What was so special about this man, Black? Why now? and, no she could not give an explanation as to why the ward accepted her. Magic was mysterious, besides, she had a feeling that this empty cell was just the tip of the iceberg. She would follow that strange feeling.
To Ripclaw, the news of Azkaban being devoid of life, dementor or criminal made him stop drinking his morning coffee. That rag, The Daily Prophet, reported in bold letters, the catastrophe of the dementor's insanity and destruction, the strange facts resulting in the death of the criminal population of the tower. The eerily clean cell of one Sirius Black and no clues to follow. Ripclaw began chuckling at the silly story, oh, those 'children' were brilliant.
Meanwhile, the Granger family was up and ready for a new day. Hermione got to school, and this time, she asked her mom to braid her hair and make it a twisted chignon. As her stuffed animals were poking out the top of her backpack. She was a girl on a mission. She needed to get to the school library; she needed to get a hold of a typewriter and old and new maps of the English countryside.
But, as fate would have it, she would encounter the little monster who used to make old Hermione cringe. For the past week and a half, she had quietly avoided Brenda Smith, but little miss nightmare decided to snatch her black teddy bear and tease her nemesis.
"What's this, is this your teddy buckie beaver?" Asked Brenda.
It must have been weird to see that little Hermione did not rise to the insult. In fact, she blinked and slowly smiled and added in a low tone of voice. "He's mine Smith, and I also got a guardian dog, he's standing right behind you,"
"Liar," replied Brenda, confused by Granger's lack of shyness. "Fine, don't believe me," It was then that a clear growling bounced from the wall behind her. Brenda turned around and found a large black dog staring at her. Brenda lost her balance and landed on her bum. She could barely make a sound. Hermione added, "Don't touch my stuff, and leave me alone, alright?" Brenda nodded, picked herself up, and ran to the door.
Harry shifted to human form and asked, "Do you think she will stay away from you?"
Hermione sighed, "no, she will bring the librarian or a teacher to tell on me for bringing a dog, and a toy."
True to her prediction. Brenda Smith returned with her teacher only to find Hermione in a closed room, engrossed in typing a letter, no stuffed animals in sight.
"I swear, there was a black dog, and she had a stuffed teddy bear, Miss Matias," cried Brenda as tears of frustration ran down her cheeks.
"Miss Smith, I really don't understand this fixation with Miss Granger. Now, Miss Granger, I didn't know you were familiar with a typewriter, and yes even your fingers are positioned on the correct keys, where did you learn?" Miss Matias questioned.
"I watched my mother and I asked her what the position of the fingers on the keys was, she told me and I remembered," Answered Hermione with a toothy smile.
"Oh, what a pretty necklace, and it has little charms, is that a bear and a dog?" Asked the teacher.
"Yes, thank you, it was a gift." Answered Hermione.
"See, I told you she brought… wait, no, it was a live dog, and the bear was a stuffed animal. How, how did you do it?" Brenda asked, now scared.
Hermione just tilted her head and blinked, clearly confused by the question. "Brenda, what are you talking about?"
"You, you're just like that nutter in the movie, Carrie, aren't you?" Asked Brenda, stepping back.
"That's enough! So far Miss Smith, the only one who has acted like a crazy girl is you. First, there's a dog, then it was a live dog, and now you are calling Miss Granger names? Not on my watch! Now, start walking, we have an appointment with the Headmistress," Said Miss Matias.
"But, Miss Matias, I swear I'm not lying," Said Brenda.
"No? This is not the first time you have harassed her, I noticed then too, but she kept quiet, while her parents kept notes and asked me to look into it. Now, thanks to your insistence, we have a pending talk with the Headmistress. Now, move Miss Smith; Miss Granger, keep typing but don't be late for class, okay?" asked Miss Matias.
"Yes, Miss, I better go now, thank you." She didn't raise her eyes to see how Brenda was being escorted to the Headmistress's office. She didn't need to. Brenda was a seven-year-old, and a scolding and a black mark on her record would fit the bill for justice. Sometimes, simplicity was the better method.