(A/N): Hey guys! Welcome to the year 2020! Exciting times, right? I spent my holidays marathoning the DC Universe show Titans and now I'm fighting against the urge to write a new fanfiction because I DON'T HAVE THE TIME!

Shoutouts to Westcoast222, aiyaiy13, Alyxia, Hayley, Rachelie, Sora Loves Rain, alexaguamenti, Najada, Adharablack85-2, and Catzandbookz8 for reviewing! Special thanks to Alyxia for the suggestion about seeing what's happening in the Wizarding World. Not gonna lie, I am struggling a bit with figuring out what to do for the opening and ending scenes for each chapter should be.

This chapter is probably riddled with errors and for that I'm sorry. So so sorry.

Thank you all for reading! Enjoy!


This was the most ridiculous meeting he had ever attended, and he was both a Hogwart's professor and a member of the Wizengamot. But it was also the best meeting Neville had ever been to in his life. And, from the way Fred and George were almost bent double in silent laughter beside him, Neville wasn't the only one who felt that way.

He wasn't really sure what Harry was hoping to accomplish by bringing most of the former members of Dumbledore's Army together, but he was almost positive that their so-called leader was going to be disappointed.

"I know this is a lot to take in," Harry was saying with a placating tone in his voice that set Neville on edge. "But Hermione really is alive."

"Why are you telling us this?" Fred finally shouted, straightening up. "Of course she's alive!"

"Yeah," George joined in. "None of us thought she was dead. It's Hermione Granger! Her backup plans have seven other backup plans of their own! It was obvious- no body, no proof, no chance!"

"We thought you knew and just weren't saying anything," Susan Bones added, narrowing her eyes at the honest shock on Harry's face. "Are you really telling us you had no idea she was in hiding?"

Angelina Weasley née Johnson slouched over towards the others and muttered, "Can you blame her? If I were Hermione, I would also have run from Harry and Ron first chance I got and never looked back."

Alicia Spinnet snorted. "I doubt it was Harry she was actually running from. She managed to put up with him for all those months- it wasn't until after Ron found them again that she made her escape."

Fred nodded. "Yeah, I could see Hermione faking her own death in order to escape from Ron if she didn't think she'd be able to kill him and get away with it. Wish I could do that."

"Hear, hear," George agreed.

Neville watched as Harry went from calm, to confused, to shocked, and then to angry. "Don't blame us for your ignorance," he warned Harry, and the sound of his voice caused all other conversations in the room to die off. "It's not our fault you weren't smart enough to realize that Hermione wasn't dead. After all, it was rather obvious. If Bellatrix had killed her, everyone in the entire Wizarding World would have known about it and pictures of Hermione's mangled form would have been posted everywhere; Bellatrix would never have destroyed Hermione's body because she would have enjoyed knowing that the sight of her mangled corpse would have haunted you and the rest of us to the day we died- that's the kind of person Bellatrix was."

When Harry just soundlessly spluttered, George asked, "If you thought Hermione was dead all this time, then how did you figure out she wasn't? Because I would have loved to have heard that conversation."


Carol watched her daughter closely as Mia trailed after Tony and Pepper from the elevator before moving away from them and going to sit next to Bruce on the couch. Seemingly without thought, Bruce lifted up his arm and wrapped it around Mia's shoulders, gently pulling her into his side as he continued to read from the tablet in his other hand. If anyone could truly understand what Mia was feeling right then, it was the curly-haired scientist.

Loki shifted restlessly next to her, and Carol knew he was holding himself back from walking over and sitting down next to Mia. It was hard for both of them, watching their daughter suffer and knowing that this wasn't something they could help her with. At least she wasn't shutting them out again; they could feel her consistently- obsessively- brushing against their minds to make sure they were still there.

Her fear broke Carol's heart and she wished that Yon-Ragg hadn't died so quickly- that they had made him suffer the way he was making their child suffer. He had torn away a part of her baby girl that was never going to come back.

What had happened while she was unconscious? What had she seen? And what was blocking them from those memories in her mind?

She watched as tears seemed to randomly swim into Mia's eyes and then slowly fall down her cheeks. The pale bags under eyes, her pallid coloring, and the greasy hair collected into a low bun by her neck made Mia appear the very definition of defeated. Out of the corner of her eye, Carol could see Pepper also staring at Mia and she looked like her heart was breaking almost as much as Carol's.

Bruce didn't look down at Mia, just started rubbing his hand up and down her arm in a silent show of support.

Thor and his companions walked into the room, pausing at the sight of Mia. Hesitating for a moment, Thor finally moved to sit beside Loki. "The business with S.H.I.E.L.D. has been handled."

When Loki didn't respond, Carol asked, "Where's Steve?"

"The good Captain stayed behind to speak with Fury. He wanted to be sure that he would not be sent on any missions for the next few weeks."

Tony snorted, downing a glass of what Carol was pretty sure was whiskey. "Bet Fury fucking loved that."

"He did not," Sif answered. She was also staring at Mia but, instead of the cautious and suspicious look she'd previously had when look at Loki's daughter, she seemed almost sympathetic. "How is she?"

Carol struggled to answer for a moment before finally settling with, "Not well."

She hadn't eaten in too long and Carol was starting to panic. But they couldn't force her to eat and Loki was sure that she wasn't in any true danger yet. Carol hoped that someone else could convince her to eat- maybe Pepper or Steve.

Monica shuffled into the room then, struggling to cover up a yawn as she made a beeline for the coffee pot. Carol watched as her niece poured herself a mug and downed it before finally seeming able to sense the tension in the room. Lowering her cup, Monica's eyes scanned everyone before finally resting on Mia. Brows furrowing in consideration, Monica seemed to be debating with herself about something before she set her mug down and went over to the fridge.

Watching her with growing curiosity, Carol wondered what Monica was up to. The younger girl stepped away from the fridge with a bottle of juice clutched in her hand and, after pouring herself another cup of coffee, she strode over to Mia and held out the bottle. "Here," she ordered, shaking the juice for emphasis as she waited for Mia to take it from her.

It took a moment for Mia to look up at her, seeming only vaguely confused but taking the bottle all the same.

Without any hesitation, Monica reached over to move Bruce's arm and grabbed Mia's free hand, tugging her to her feet. "C'mon, girl. Let's get you cleaned up- you'll feel better afterwards. Promise."

To Carol's surprise, her daughter just gave Monica a long look before slowly nodding in agreement and allowing the herself to be tugged along. Monica seemed to notice Carol moving to follow them and waved her hand at her aunt. "Nope, you sit. Me and Mom have got this."

With that, both girls disappeared into the elevator.

"Did she sleep at all last night?" Carol asked Tony. JARVIS had immediately informed them when Mia had left to go to Tony and Pepper's floor and she'd hoped the maybe her daughter would be able to find enough peace with them to rest.

"Some," Pepper sighed, wearily slumping down into a chair. "But not nearly enough."

Tony let out an audible groan as he leaned forward to rest his elbows on the counter. "She kept having nightmares and then afterwards she'd list out everything she could have done different and then the pros and cons of that. She finally came to the conclusion that the best thing she could have done was use magic to wipe Yon-Rag's mind, sneak out of the room and into the room with the hostages, apparate all of them off the ship, then return and blow it up. Didn't exactly have the heart to remind her that a) she was probably too drugged to safely apparate herself anywhere let alone with passengers and b) that they probably would have killed the remaining hostages after they caught her helping the first few escape."

"She also wouldn't have been able to apparate that many times without exhausting herself," Loki muttered.

"Yes, please tell her that," Tony snarked, glaring. "That'll make her feel loads better."

Bruce set his tablet aside and reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "I'm going to take a wild stab in the dark here and say that our medicine isn't going to have much of an effect on her- which means sleep aids are out of the question."

Surprisingly enough, Thor perked up at that. "Perhaps not your medicine, but what about something from her world? I was looking through her books and saw something about a potion called 'Dreamless Sleep'. Would that work for her?"

Loki turned to look over at his brother for the first time that day. He was still enraged at Thor for their conversation the day before. "You read a book? How… novel."

"Very witty," Bruce told him, rolling his eyes. "He has a point though- would anything from the magical world work on her?"

"Perhaps," the Trickster hedged. "However, Dreamless Sleep is highly addictive and can only be used occasionally. If we did find a variation that worked on her, it's very likely Mia would find herself dependent on it."

"He's right," Pepper whispered. "You know what she's like. Mia's the most pragmatic person I've ever met, but she would keep taking something like that even with the risks if she could talk herself into believing that she could handle it."

"Well we have to do something," Bruce told them. "She's going to become increasingly unstable with the less sleep she gets, especially since she's not eating enough. If we can't actually give her something, then we'll just have to try as many natural remedies that we can. No coffee, limited amounts of junk food, and absolutely no alcohol."

Seemingly thankful for something to do, Tony added, "I'll make sure only healthy foods are on the menu for the time being and that we have enough snacks easily accessible. We'll also all just have to make sure that we keep her up and moving as much as possible."

Carol glanced over at Loki. "We'll have to make sure she doesn't bottle up her magic. Giving her some sort of project will help keep her mind off of things so maybe you could work with her on those protective runes she was asking about?"

Loki drummed his fingers on the arm of the couch. "We'll need certain supplies- some of which can be found here but it would be easier to work with Asgardian metal as it has properties within it that aren't found on Earth."

Shifting to look at Thor, Carol asked, "If he gave you a list, would you be allowed to get what he needs?"

"What does he need it for?" Volstagg interrupted, giving Loki a suspicious look.

"For magic," Loki sneered, going tense. "Mia would like to increase the potency on the wards she's placed around the tower and the Soldier's residence and the strongest wards are tied to stones or metal."

Thor's lips quirked up. "Tell me, Brother, does it cause you grief to know how much your daughter cares for one of the most righteous men we have ever met?"

He was left disappointed when Loki did nothing more than smirk at him. "Oh, fear not, Brother. While my daughter may care for the man, she has made no claim on him nor allowed him to make any on her. I have faith that her attention will soon turn to someone more… interesting."

"You have faith?" Clint snorted, having made his way into the room without anyone noticing and swung himself over the back of the couch to sit next to Bruce. "I would've thought you'd think faith was for suckers."

The Asgardian warriors had all jumped to their feet in alarm at Clint's appearance, but the others were used to Clint's unexpected arrivals.

"Where's the spider?" Tony asked.

"No idea," Clint shrugged. "Haven't seen her since last night. I was asleep until a bit ago and I went to check on the kid before coming up here. She's fine, by the way- Monica and Maria got her cleaned up and then were telling her stories about you," he nodded at Carol, "until she fell asleep. If I didn't know better, I'd say there was some sort of magic at play there. Or drugs."

Carol rolled her eyes but seemed mostly unconcerned. "That doesn't surprise me."

"Why are your friends so weird?" Tony groaned.

"Yeah, cause we're the definition of normal," Bruce snarked.


When Mia finally came back upstairs, it was with a highly worried Steve at her side. Thor had returned to Asgard to collect the material Loki had requested, leaving behind his warriors to guard Loki. However, they had annoyed Tony- who had in turn annoyed the others- so much that Bruce had threatened bodily harm unless they left. The threat of the Hulk had been enough to convince them to spend a few hours in the gym. Carol had followed after them while Loki had disappeared with Tony and Bruce to discuss something.

That left Clint alone in the living room, idly wasting time until someone showed up to grab his attention. He could see the strain in Mia's eyes in response to Steve's concern and knew she couldn't handle much more time with the Captain.

Hoping to help ease some of her stress, the archer hopped to his feet and strode over to the duo. "Alright, kid, let's do this."

Blinking up at him as he threw an arm around her shoulders, Mia asked, "Do what?"

"We are going to the archery range. You have been horribly remiss in your practice," Clint mockingly scolded her as he subtly pulled her away from Steve and placed himself between the two. "Really, you're making me look bad and that's just unacceptable."

The smallest of smiles reluctantly played along her lips. "Really, I've made you look bad? How terrible of me. Deplorable, really."

"I'm glad to hear you understand just how serious this is. We'll have to go and train immediately." When Steve made to follow them, Clint casually told him, "By the way, Steve, Carol was looking for you. She was hoping to spar with you for a bit- see how an Army captain stands against an Air Force one."

Steve hesitated. He wasn't sure he was comfortable with leaving Hermione alone, but he really would like the chance to see how he managed against someone as powerful as Carol Danvers- and get the chance to speak with her without an audience. Deciding to leave the decision up to Hermione, he caught her eye and simply raised an eyebrow in question.

"I'll be fine, Steve," she told him. "We all know I can take Clint in a fight."

"Rude," Clint retorted without any real heat. "True, but rude."

"If you're sure." Quietly watching as Hermione and Clint made their way to the elevator and disappeared from view, Steve hoped that she would be able to find even a small amount of peace in Clint's presence. He had so many questions about everything that had happened but knew he would never ask. Hermione was wielding her silence like a shield and he wouldn't be the one to try and take it from her.

"Thank you," Mia whispered to Clint as soon as the elevator doors closed.

He shrugged, dropping his arm from her shoulders. "Don't worry about it. You can't hide it from him forever though."

"I know," she sighed, having had a variation of this conversation with Clint on far too many occasions. "But I just… I can't talk to him right now."

Clint was silent the rest of the way down. It wasn't until they were standing in the empty range that he spoke again. "JARVIS, engage full privacy settings and turn off all cameras."

"Are you sure that is wise, Agent Barton?" the AI asked. "With everything that has occurred, it would probably be best to keep monitoring on at all time."

"Only Stark would create an AI that argues with people," he grumbled. "Yes, JARVIS, I'm sure. Stark will just have to rein in his control-freak needs for the next ten minutes."

"If you say so," JARVIS seemed to sigh before going silent.

Turning to make eye contact with Mia, Clint told her, "Natasha suspects something. There's only so much I can do to keep her off our trail."

Mia scowled. "For the last time, Clint, we are not telling Natasha anything!"

"But she could help us!"

She was growing tired of having this argument- or perhaps she was just tired in general. "I've said it once and I'll say it again: no. We would be taking too much of a risk by telling Natasha. You know her better than I do so stop pretending to be ignorant. There are only two options here about what's going on: either Natasha already knows about HYDRA- which means that Fury also knows- and has elected not to inform you or she doesn't know and the moment we tell her anything she will go running off to Fury. If it's the first, then there's clearly already a plan in place- as terrible as it probably is- and you know she'll tell you to stay out of it because if she wanted your help she would have already asked. If it's the second, then we will be forced to change our plans to accommodate Fury and I refuse to do that."

"We could convince her to leave Fury out of this," Clint argued for the thousandth time.

"No, we couldn't." Mia took a deep breath through her nose, trying to calm herself. "Clint, you can't keep lying to yourself. As capable and intelligent as Natasha was trained to be, the one thing not taught to her was how to think for herself. Yes, she chose to defect from the KGB and I admire the amount of strength it must have taken to make such a choice, but look at what she's done since then. Whatever Fury tells her to do, she follows without question. She takes her orders and completes her missions without any deviation from her orders- the only time she's shown any sort of creativity is when she's partnered with you and that's only because she has to change her plans in order to watch your back.

"She's too reliant on Fury. Natasha was trained by the KGB to place her absolute faith in her handler and all that changed about that after she joined S.H.I.E.L.D. was who she saw as her handler. I know you don't like keeping secrets from her, Clint, but nothing good will come from you telling her what we are doing. Besides, what if she really did already know about HYDRA? Are you really ready to face the possibility that Natasha left you vulnerable all this time?"

Clint's fingers curled into clenched fists at his side. "What about me? How am I supposed to be okay with leaving her vulnerable?"

"By reminding yourself that she's kept secrets from you before so if anyone should be understanding of what you're doing, it's her."

"Yeah, well, two wrongs don't make a right."

"Do you really think I like this any more than you do?" Mia hissed. "You think I enjoy lying to everyone we know? That I take pleasure leaving Steve in the dark about just who his colleagues actually are? Do you honestly believe I'm not terrified about what could possibly happen?"

Before he could stop himself, Clint let a truth he had been holding back for months slip out. "I think you enjoy being the one in control- that you're having fun pulling everyone's strings and manipulating them into doing what you want. You're getting off on finally being the one in charge for once and when even a hint of doubt creeps inside your head, you reassure yourself that you're doing this for their own good."

Mia reared back. So, that was Clint's opinion of her? He thought she was no better than Dumbledore? He thought she enjoyed the lies and pretending to be someone she wasn't in order to get closer to the heart of HYDRA?

Could she really blame him though? After what she'd done, could she really fault him for thinking she was a monster?

Dabria said that she needed to start thinking more about the future. That she needed to do things with the greater good in mind. She apparently thought that Mia would make for a good next-level Dumbledore.

"I won't stop you from telling her if that's what you want," she told him softly, eyes hard. "But if you do, then I won't be able to work with you anymore. If it's really necessary, I can do this on my own. But I will not risk everything we're fighting for so that you can pander to your guilt at hiding things from a woman who never hesitates to hide things from you."

It was that moment that made Clint realize that this was a terrible time to be having this conversation. Mia was still recovering from being kidnapped by aliens, killing innocent hostages, being in a coma for several days, and then creating and breaking a magical bond. She needed to recover and here he was, pressuring her to make a decision about something when she could barely bring herself to make the decision to get out of bed.

Unfortunately, he realized that a little too late because Mia was already spinning on her heel and taking off. Swearing, Clint took off after but when he got to the door, found that it was locked.

"Apologies, Agent Barton," JARVIS told him, having been reengaged upon Mia's exit. "Miss Stark has requested that you be kept here for the next few minutes." If the AI hadn't turned against him before, it was clear he was now. Not that Clint could blame him.


"You know," Carol started slowly, walking around the small patio table to sit down next to Loki. "Thor does have a point."

Loki glanced over at her, lazily swirling the glass of wine in his hand. "Really? Do tell."

Reaching out and grabbing the empty glass sitting next to the wine bottle, Carol poured herself a drink. "Mia really does seem to care about Steve. We may need to resign ourselves to the fact that they seem to be headed for a serious relationship."

"Do we now?" he chuckled. "I must disagree with you on that. After all, our daughter is keeping quite the secret from him and I highly doubt he'll react well when the curtain rises on that. Not to mention the fact the Time Stone seems to have ensured that our daughter will be bonded with several other individuals. Do you really think the Captain is going to be comfortable with the implications of that?"

Sipping at her wine, she frowned. "You said to Thor that you had faith that Mia's attention would turn to someone more interesting. Did you mean…" Carol raised her eyebrows at him, aware that there was always a chance someone was eavesdropping on them. Mia didn't know this, but Carol had actually recognized one of the people from her visions. That man had longer hair than the pictures she had seen of him when she was younger, but those eyes and that jaw line was clearly recognizable. When she had shared her ideas with Loki, he had come to the same conclusion as her. Neither had told Mia though because they thought it would be best for her to find out on her own. The Time Stone had guaranteed that she would find him at some point, there was no reason for them to send her into a panic trying to speed things along.

He smirked. "Of course. If I know the soldier at all- and I'm rather confident that I do- then he won't be able to bring himself to stand in the way of those two when the time comes."

"Really, you think so? Well, I must disagree with you on that," Carol mocked. "There's no way that man would ever let himself have feelings for Mia or get in the way of her and Steve if he had even an inkling that Steve cared for her- it's called friendship." And those two were famous for theirs.

"Oh, I know."

Her jaw dropped. "Oh my god. Are you seriously telling me that you're hoping both men end up falling for our daughter because you know that, in the end, both with refuse to be in a relationship with her out of their loyalty to the other?"

Loki took a drink of wine. "A plan so simple yet will be executed so effectively." Glancing over at Carol's still slightly shocked expression, he scoffed. "Oh, come now, Carol- surely you aren't truly surprised at this."

"You are a horrible person. And yet, so fucking brilliant at the same time. It's glorious." Even if they tried to have Mia chose between the two of them, whichever one she chose would end up feeling too guilty to actually be with her- which meant that she wouldn't be with either of them. It was literally the perfect plan.

It was Loki's turn to be surprised. "You also don't want Mia to end up with him?"

"Of course not! She is far too young to be in serious relationship and I'm pretty sure serious is the only level Steve operates on. Not to mention the fact that he seems to be constantly getting involved in shit that really isn't his responsibility to deal with. Our daughter has the ability to find an usually large amount of trouble wherever she goes on her own- why would I support her dating someone who has the same issue? Mia doesn't need to be with someone who will routinely involve her in dangerous situations- she needs to be dating someone who's good at getting her out of her own. Besides, he's Army and she is Air Force."

"I have no idea why that matters but I honestly did not expect this reaction from you," Loki confessed, an honest smile pulling at his lips. "I must say, I like it."

"And I like the fact that this plan doesn't actually involve any meddling so we can be blamed for nothing." She leaned over and gently clinked her glass against his.

"Oh, but it's not as though our daughter would have a leg to stand on even if we did meddle. After all, it was not that long ago that she told us that she would prefer it if we both remained alone for the rest of our lives because she had no interest in meeting any being who could handle being in a serious relationship with either of us."

Carol choked on her wine. "I forgot about that!" she finally laughed once she'd regained her breath. "She was so terrified of having to deal with a step-parent. I never did figure out how that became a concern for her. Or how she got her hands on that Asgardian mead."

Staring out over the city, Carol felt her smile slowly slip away. "What are we going to do if she does end up falling for Steve though? Or some other human?"

"I don't know," Loki admitted. "Right now though, I think we should just concern ourselves with making sure that she recovers from this. The events of the last few days were a hard lesson that every warrior must learn, but it might just end up breaking her if we're not careful."

"Well, it's Mia so you know that she's going to do her best to find some sort of project she can bury herself in to distract herself from her pain. We'll just have to work to make sure that she actually works through her emotions rather than keep them bottled up."

The door slid open and Clint stepped out to join them. "So, I fucked up," he admitted without preamble.

Carol met his sheepish gaze with a blank eyes. "We're aware, Barton. We could feel the uptick in distress suddenly coming from Mia. We were just waiting here for you to show up and confess whatever stupid-ass thing you've done."

Clint nodded his head. "Yeah, that's fair. I, uh, might have started a fight with her about telling Natasha what's been going on."

"Again?" Loki asked. "How many times will it be necessary for us to have this discussion before you realize that telling your lover what is happening is more of a risk than it's worth?"

Making sure to stay a healthy distance away from the couple, Clint admitted, "I wish I could tell you that this is the last time, but we all know that I'm not that smart."

"Quit beating around the bush," Carol interrupted. "We know that's not enough to have caused our kid to be that upset. What else did you say?"

He finally decided that the bandage approach would be the best way to go. "I might have definitely compared her to Dumbledore."

The ice-cold look Loki gave him was a wonderful contrast to the fiery rage in Carol's eyes. "I should have just killed you and been done with it," Loki snarled.

"I second that."

"Yeah, well, you didn't so now we're just going to have to deal with the consequences of your poor choices."


Mia laid on her bed, staring blankly up at the ceiling.

She could still hear Bucky's screams. Right now, it felt like those screams were the only real things.

No matter how many times she reminded herself that breaking the link with Bucky didn't mean she was abandoning him, Mia couldn't help feeling that she had already failed him.

Dabria had wanted her to walk a mile in Bucky's shoes, to know just what he had gone through, but Mia wondered if this was really what she wanted. Did she really want a broken champion? Did she want a Mia that was filled with so much pain and anger and self-loathing that she felt like she couldn't breathe?

She could still hear Bucky's screams and Mia was terrified that if she went to sleep, they might not be there when she woke up.

Those screams were her reminder, a reminder that Bucky was still alive and waiting for her to find him. That even though he might be quietly asleep right now- even though he might not be feeling anything now- the only thing waiting for him when he woke up was more soul-crushing agony if she didn't find him in time.

Hearing his screams was a comfort because it meant that he was still falling and she still had time to catch him. But, if they disappeared, it meant that she was too late. It meant that she'd failed him again and that there was even more blood on her hands.

Was this what Dabria had wanted? She had said that Hermione Granger wasn't interesting to her but maybe she'd have been better off with the girl she used to be.

Maybe she would have been better off with the forever-sidekick to the Boy Wonder than with the Girl-Who-Failed. Maybe everyone would have been better off.


If it wouldn't have upset their mother so much, Bill would strangled Ron by now.

"I don't see what the big deal is," his younger brother whined. "So Hermione's alive- that's a good thing!"

"No, Ron, it's not!" Bill slammed his mug on the kitchen table and the glare he shot at his brother made the other man flinch. "I've spoken with the goblins, Ron, and they made it clear that Hermione is out for blood- specifically yours! Apparently, she doesn't like that you spent so many years trying to get into her vault. Among other things."

"But I'm her fiancé!" argued Ron. "I had a right-"

"You were never engaged! Did you forget that I know the truth? Or have you been lying for so long that you've started to believe what your stories?"

Ron stewed in silence for several long moments. "Well, what are we going to do now?"

"We are going to do nothing! You are going to do what you should have done all these years and keep you mouth shut. I am going to try and find out just what exactly Hermione wants and hope that it isn't literally your head on a platter. Because, I'm going to be honest with you, if that's what she wants then what she'll get. I have my own family to protect now, Ron- I can't keep cleaning up your messes."


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