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Chapter 9. The odd letter.

Madame Amelia Bones was having a hard time believing the monumental screw-up in the legal system for one lost prisoner. She had made the queries, double-checked her sources, went to the arrest logs, and without a doubt that man who had mysteriously vanished, after the dementor lunacy, was the only one who had no trial.

The one who had spent five, close to six years in captivity with no news or hope of seeing daylight. She began reading the reports and press articles stating that Sirius Black was mad, after the passing of Peter Pettigrew, he took responsibility for the death of the Potters.

But she also found another article in which it was mentioned that the man was the godfather of the baby Harry J. Potter, the boy who lived. Magic doesn't allow betrayal when you make a magical god-parenting oath. One news article stated that he was the last Black, able to inherit the family fortune. So to make matters worse, he was a rich heir, who had had no trial and was kept a prisoner without news and now, he had disappeared, taken away by magic itself. This was a huge mess like a bomb waiting to blow. One thing was sure, she needed to protect herself and the DMLE and she needed to clear this man's name. Otherwise, she knew that when the truth came out that he, Sirius Black was a scapegoat in some twisted political game, all hell would manifest. This was big and Merlin helped her, she was not going to be splatted.

Amelia scratched her head and wondered what else she could do. She knew of Aurors Black and Potter, the upstarts, were making waves for the DMLE back in the seventies, back when she was being drafted to be a Hit Wizard.

Yes, she was above normal rank in the Dept of Magical Law Enforcement, but because Moody, her teacher, wanted her to be as tough as nails and the best one on the force he advised her to take her training further. She took his advice and applied for a transfer. She took her training in Berlin and came back in December of eighty-one. By then no one talked about the loss of Black, but everybody celebrated the defeat of the noseless bastard. The boy who lived disappeared into the night and every source was mute for more information.

Back then, she felt something was wrong and now, there was this hole in the procedures that had no explanation. Just the old saying, he looks guilty, therefore; he did it. Why should she trust the old belief that Black was the secret keeper? Something didn't match up. The more she thought about this, the more it looked like a political move through and through, she needed more proof; she needed to locate Sirius Black.

It was then that she heard a quiet pop; it was her house-elf Tippy; he had a letter in his hands. "Mistress, Tippy got a letter, it's different. It feels odd, good odd, and it's for you, Tippy is sorry for intruding,"

The letter was different; it was not made of parchment paper, but stationary and it was typed and read,

Dear Madam Bones,

Present,

Good Morning Madame bones, my name is Hermione Jean Granger. I'm seven years old and I currently attend Miss Honey's Grammar School, near Hempstead Gardens in London.

The reason for my letter is because I found a mangy dog that has no dog tag, he says his name is Snuffles, but I think he's fibbing because I saw him transform into a man that wears a uniform with black and white stripes that reads the last name, Black. Now, I wasn't scared, because my mom said that mangy mutts only have one or two things in mind, food, and shelter. So, because the poor dog was too boney and really needed a bath, I begged my parents to let me adopt him. They argued I could choose another creature that was cuter and younger, a cat maybe, but the mutt became fixated on my back garden and would not move. So dad got him some vet shots and mom got him a big towel while I tricked him into eating a bacon and peanut butter sandwich while my mom and dad gave him a bath. Mind you, it's very weird seeing a dog that can shift to a man, on four legs, begging to be released so he can shake the excess water, but there you have it. My gran Nanna was magical, and my dad is a Squib, but I think I'm a witch too because I can change mangy dogs and crying boys into stuffed animals in the shape of dogs and bears.

Um, would you like to have tea with us? If so, my parents and I would be more than happy to see you this April 3rd at 4:30 pm at 8 Heathgate, Hampstead Garden, uh, London.

Hermione J. Granger.

P.S. Please say thanks to Tippy, my dad hates asking for help with magic, but Nana's house-elves are still around and they love doing favors. I asked them to tell me who could help me locate the owners of the Black dogman, I mean, Snuffles, they said that the best one was chief Madam Amelia Bones, so that's why I sent the letter to you.

Hr.

Amelia could hardly believe this letter was possible or true, but she had a lunch break coming up, and she was going to use it. True to the letter, there was a Miss Honey's Grammar school in London, and there was an apparently seven-year-old girl who was quite exceptional.

Mrs. Charlotte Granger was in the process of picking up her daughter from school, and a series of singular events took place. A new girl came into sight running out of the school building with her backpack to topple Hermione. Hermione stopped for a moment, blinked, looked sideways, and hunched down as though she was fixing her shoelace, the little running rhino fell flat, while the whole school noticed how buckie beaver turned into the English version of a mini Jackie Chan.

Hermione got up, held her head, and then stepped forward, and kicked the fallen girl's backpack, then she got it and when the attacker tried again, she got a face full of a backpack since Hermione was trying to return the backpack.

The girl fell again and Hermione said, "Brenda, are you alright?" Which made Brenda sulk and reply, "What do you care, you buck-tooth freak!"

Hermione's lip trembled and then she shrugged and threw the backpack right at her gut and said, "Here's your bag, you meanie, mommy is right, you shouldn't throw pigs to pearls!" She raised her chin and walked as dignified as she could to her mother's car. That was when Mrs. Smith, Brenda's mom decided to intervene, and tried to reach Hermione and hit her, which was a really bad idea since Mrs. Charlotte Granger was an amateur boxer and the resulting right hook to the attempted mugger's chin was a thing of beauty.

"Come dear, we have some errands to run, and dear, it's pearls to pigs, not the other way around," said Mrs. Granger as she got into her car, after closing the door. The legend of Hermione Granger took shape. No one wanted to mess with Brenda Smith and her mother was a scary lady too, but Doctor Granger was brilliant and Hermione thoroughly beat the crap out of Smith in front of parents and teachers and called her a pig too. No one would top that feat in a million years. There was hope for the rest of them.