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Chapter 35: Presentation of a member of the Order
Hermione enjoyed her return to the city with joy. The problems she had encountered at Hogwarts seemed so far away when she walked between the various shops. For a few seconds when she woke up, every morning she felt like she had always lived here. It was as if the war that seemed to be preparing for the horizon was just a bad dream, just the fruit of her imagination. Unfortunately, the Gryffindor quickly returned to reality, remembering Cedric's death and Voldemort's return.
One morning she was visited by an owl. Thinking first of all of letters from her friends, she was quickly surprised to see a sort of newspaper as gift. Ron had sent her the Daily Prophet to keep her abreast of all that was happening in the wizarding world. Indeed, Hermione expected the return of the Dark Lord to make the headlines with panic beginning in any normally constituted person. But it was not. Instead, one could read that her friend and the Hogwarts Headmaster were all crazy, that everything was drawn only from their minds.
- No, but they are not serious anyway! Screamed the girl, continuing to read the articles with a good tea at Granny's.
- What is happening? Asked Emma and Snow.
- I'm reading the Daily Prophet, the magical world newspaper. In short, according to them, the death of Cedric is a tragic accident. All that Harry would have said after that would only be the result of a trauma caused by the Tournament.
- They are afraid of what could happen if everything was true. Said Emma.
- In the meantime, they are stupid. By delaying the inevitable, they have a huge advantage to the enemy. Giving him time to regroup and gather his strength. Snow explained.
Hermione knew that the brunette was right. Every day the government and the media denied the obvious was a day when Voldemort could forge closer ties with more people and take advantage of it to free former Death Eaters. It was necessary to act or to have a semblance of plan at hand. It was in this kind of case that the young witch regretted not having news of the Order. They had to prepare for battle no? They had to believe Harry, that was obvious. She then took the time to ask for news of this in the letter she sent back to her friend.
- Are you ready dearie? Regina asked who had just returned to the restaurant.
- I'm coming mom.
Since her return to town, both mother and daughter had agreed that it would be beneficial for Hermione to develop her magic. Each spell she learned here could give her a considerable advantage in a fight against the enemy. Hermione was more than conscious and was doing her best during training. In fact, the young witch was not very comfortable with the fight, after all the Defence against the Dark Arts was not the class she preferred. However, just knowing she could defend her friends was enough motivation.
- Are you sure you want us to continue? You do not seem in a good mood. Asked the old queen.
- Just some news that annoys me deeply, nothing serious. I just have to compartmentalize to control my emotions.
- Exactly, I would not have said better myself!
Hermione gave her a big smile, and she managed to create a stable ball of white energy similar to the ones Emma was able to create. The young witch was as fascinated by what she had done, it was not the first time she managed to materialize a ball of energy. Yet this time she was perfectly stable and Hermione felt that she could have kept her that way all day without any problem.
Regina congratulated her. She could not be more proud of her daughter, it was amazing how fast she was learning. Maybe having received a real magical education gave her this asset or it was just natural at home.
The next day, Hermione isolated herself a little, and took the opportunity to imagine what could be next year with all the commotion that loomed. But her thoughts were interrupted by Regina.
- We have a visit to the city, a stranger walks to the centre of Storybrooke.
- Do we know something about him?
- Not at all, we go to meet him with other members of the city.
They then walked to join the group that had already formed Belle, Snow, David, Emma, Hook, Robin and Henry. When the figure became more than discernible, Hermione was more than able to recognize the approaching wizard. Few had this kind of wild hair and a charming face for miles around.
- Sirius ... she whispered.
He did not have to hide in the streets of Storybrooke, no Auror envoy would be there to pick him up and drag him to the Dementors. It was a boon for the former prisoner who dreamed only of living in broad daylight as in his youth. The witch then grinned and ran in her direction to the surprise of everyone except Sirius, to jump into his arms.
- I'm so happy to see you!
- My favourite little witch missed me too, if that can reassure you. Are you ok Mione?
She nodded, still smiling as he kissed her on the forehead. They laughed together before remembering that they were not alone and that all the inhabitants of the city were waiting for some explanation.
- I present to you Sirius Black. Harry's godfather and a friend.
Sirius thumped his chest, proud to be presented by the young woman.
- I thought he was familiar to me, Regina exclaimed. It's him we've seen in your third-year, isn't it?
Hermione nodded again, letting the wizard show up as he pleased. Sirius was more than happy to be able to show his charm and gallantry. It had been a long time since he had been able to form new relationships that would not be ruined by the reputation attached to him. Hermione was not fooled, though, she knew he had not come to see her just out of courtesy.