AN: Real life has been a bitch lately. Sorry for the delay in posting this chapter. I hope you are all still with me.
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{ 41 }
{ Professor Bones POV }
Five folders sat on top of my desk.
Five kids that are my own daughter's age, all of whom had been found guilty of war crimes.
My position at Hogwarts this year has been two-fold. First, teach Defense Against the Dark Arts to students that have quite literally learned the subject in practicum.
And second, act as probation Auror to these five students. Verify they are following both school rules and the terms of their probations. Ensure they do no harm.
I expected trouble from them from the get go, particularly from Draco Malfoy. By all accounts, he was the ringleader. The bad influence. A miniature version of his father, Lucius Malfoy. A pureblood, blood-purist Death Eater that only escaped an Azkaban sentence on a technicality.
Instead, I found something completely different.
He proved to be quiet. Stoic. Constantly on guard.
He kept to himself. Until he didn't.
I sighed and scrubbed my hands over my face. Then I dropped a sixth file on the desk.
The one person no one saw coming.
Hermione Granger.
The girl with the phoenix tattoo.
The wildcard.
She single-handedly changed everything.
The first time I saw her in my class, I knew she was going to cause trouble.
The entire faculty loved the girl. Before term had even started, they all told me to expect her hand in the air for every question, homework turned in a week early and flawless.
What I got instead was a girl that barely spoke, barely paid attention and turned in the bare minimum for each assignment. Brilliant, of course. There was never any doubt about that. It was quite evident from the get go that she had no desire to be in my classroom, or at Hogwarts in general.
After the first week of class, I asked my daughter what she thought of the girl.
"They say she lost her mind during the war. Went completely bonkers."
A few weeks into term, she started hanging around with Draco Malfoy. They sat together in class. Held hands in the corridors. Generally, they caused quite the stir between faculty and students alike.
So many theories were floated across the faculty table. Everything from nefarious intentions on one's part, or the other's. To a third party interfering, in order to cause mayhem. No one believed for a moment that the relationship we all watched develop was real.
My theory was that she was rebelling against her friends. Maybe even against McGonagall. Or her parents. Or her new reputation of being the 'Golden Girl'.
Good girls going after bad boys is a thing, after all.
The night Jeremy called me to his office, it all started to make sense. My heart had cracked when I saw her sitting on the floor beneath the window. The signs had been so obvious, and I missed every single one of them.
Hell, everyone had.
I started paying more attention after that. To her. To Malfoy. And I started to realize that whatever bond they had formed, however it had happened, it was real. And it is strong.
The changes that I've seen, that we have all seen, in the two of them in the past three months have been monumental. I never would have believed it had I not seen it with my own eyes.
Therein lies the problem.
Tomorrow morning, I am to give a report at the Ministry on the five students under my watch.
How in Merlin's name am I supposed to explain to the Wizengamot that Draco Malfoy is in love with Hermione Granger, of all people? Or that Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson regularly eat meals with Harry Potter? That they have all become friends?
The court will never believe me.
A sudden knock on my door startled me. A quick look at the clock told me that it's late, but not quite curfew yet.
I gathered the folders and locked them safely in my desk drawer. With a wave of my wand, the door opened. Standing on the other side is the very witch I have been contemplating for the last hour.
"Good evening, Professor." She pushed her hair behind her ears nervously and took a small step forward. "I hope I'm not interrupting."
"Miss Granger. Not at all." I motioned for her to come in and have a seat. "What can I do for you?"
Her eyes darted around the room for a moment, then she took another small step inside.
"I did not realize how late it has gotten." Her gaze landed on the clock and stayed there for a long moment. "I should not have bothered you."
She started to turn around.
Now I am intrigued.
"It isn't a bother. Please. Come in."
Her shoulders tensed. She inhaled deeply.
There is something weighing heavily on her mind. I can practically see her working up the courage to close the door and sit down across from me.
"Is everything alright?" I had to ask as she sat down slowly.
"Yes. It's just…" She cleared her throat and ducked her chin. I can still see the pink tint to her cheeks, though. "A few weeks ago, you told me that if I ever needed to talk…"
I waited for her to continue. She did not.
"You can talk to me about anything, Hermione."
She contemplated it for another minute or two before she continued. She pushed her hair back and laced her fingers through the red and black strands.
"Would you like me to call for Healer Edinfield?"
Her eyes widened and she shook her head quickly.
"No! This is a more…personal matter. I don't think he would be able to help me. I guess…what I wanted to ask you…oh, Merlin." She rolled her eyes at herself, took a deep breath, and blurted out, "I want to have sex."
Oh!
Before I could stop myself, my eyes widened. My mouth opened to respond, then closed again. Luckily, she is not looking at me to see the surprise on my face. She is looking down at her own fingernails.
"I'm just…I'm worried, I guess." She stood up and started pacing back and forth behind her chair. "I'm afraid that it will trigger a memory or something, you know? And I don't want that, for either one of us."
I imagine she would much rather be having this conversation with her own mother. Why in Merlin's name would she come to me, a practical stranger, instead?
"I guess what I wanted to ask you…how did you know? When you were ready to…you know, after…?"
She finally stopped moving and turned to look at me expectantly.
My breath caught in my throat and a cold chill ran down my spine.
That certainly explains why she came to me for advice. She knows that I have been in her shoes before.
It was different for me, though. It is different for everyone, I suppose. Each victim of sexual violence has a unique circumstance. In my case, I had experience prior to my assault. She did not. She had no frame of reference.
There is no good way to answer her question. There are plenty of bad ways to answer, of course.
"It's different for everyone." I cleared my throat. "I would advise you to wait until you feel like you are ready. You shouldn't feel any pressure to do something…"
"Oh, no! I don't. I mean, Draco isn't pushing me." She sat back down and huffed a short laugh. "If anything, I push him, I think."
This has to be one of the most awkward conversations I have ever had. Even more awkward than the conversation I had with Susan when she asked me how Uncle Edward and Uncle Jasper have sex when neither one has a vagina.
"Is there any reason to rush into it?" I asked, thinking she is the same age as my daughter, and neither one of them have any business having sexual intercourse at this stage in their young lives.
She chewed on her lip for a moment, then shrugged.
"Is there any reason not to?" She huffed and rolled her eyes. "Except for the whole worry that it could trigger a flashback or the fear that it will hurt as bad as it did when…"
She stopped, closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"It isn't like I can save myself for marriage, you know?"
My heart is breaking for her all over again. This girl, this incredibly smart and talented witch, deserves so much more than the lot she has been given.
"Anyway, we aren't really rushing into anything. It's been three months. And we've agreed to wait longer. But at some point in time…"
She isn't wrong. I assumed they have been sleeping together for a while now. Neither one of them ever stays in their dorms. Though, I still have not figured out where they sneak off to every night. Or how they get there without getting caught.
I cleared my throat. I want to assuage her fears, but I know that they are valid.
"As I said, it is different for everyone. I don't know the details of your…interactions with Draco. And I don't want to know. As long as he isn't pressuring you into something you aren't ready for, and he understands the risks. All I can say is that you'll know when you are ready."
The other concern that she voiced, about the possibility of pain, that gave me pause. There is something she can do about that concern.
"I need to ask you a question."
She tensed for a moment.
"Have you ever had a vaginal exam? By a healer?"
Her eyes widened and she looked horrified for about two seconds.
"No." She answered flatly.
I suspected as much. How in Merlin's name did her mum never even take her for a checkup?
"It's not nearly as bad as it sounds." I gave her a small, reassuring smile. "It is noninvasive. No one will even touch you. And they'll be able to tell you if there is any lasting damage. Any scarring that could cause future intercourse to be painful."
She chewed on her lip for a moment as she thought about it.
"That doesn't sound horrible." She ran her hand through her hair. "I suppose I could go over the holiday."
Only two short weeks away.
"Will you be going home for the holiday?" The words were past my lips before I remembered that Draco planned to have her stay with him at the Black Castle.
She flinched.
Why would she flinch? It was an innocent enough question.
Absently, her hand reached up to rub across her heart. She seemed to realize the action was taking place at the same time I did.
"No." Her voice cracked as she lowered her arm. She cleared her throat. "I will probably just stay here. Keep working on the wards."
I studied her for a long moment. Unphased, she stared back at me. And waited.
I want to ask her why she isn't going home. Why she flinches every time her family is mentioned.
But I don't.
I'm not sure I want to know.
"I will be going to the Ministry tomorrow. You could come with me, if you would like? We could go to St. Mungo's and get you checked out."
She hesitated. I can practically see her weighing the pros and cons as she makes her decision.
"Alright." She nodded and moved to stand. And then her lip curled up on the end. "I should warn you, I'm not exactly welcome at the Ministry. Considering I broke in and destroyed things on my last two visits."
Her hand drifted across her stomach and her eyes took on a far away look.
A cold shiver worked its way down my spine. I was there, three years ago now. It's hard to believe that the witch in front of me now is the same one I transported to the hospital that night.
I doubt she remembers I was there.
"This time, we'll stay away from the Department of Mysteries." I released a tense laugh.
She tilted her head to the side.
"Let me ask you a question, now." I leaned forward and folded my hands on the table. I've been trying to figure this out for weeks, and I have still come up empty. Might as well just come out and ask, I suppose. "Draco? How did that happen?"
She blinked her eyes once, then again. Her brow lifted on one side and she smirked to herself.
"Well, the way I understand it, his Mother and his Father had sex. Nine months later, a dragon would have dropped off little baby Draco…"
I couldn't help it, I laughed.
She laughed as well. Some of the tension bled out of her shoulders.
"Seriously though, I can't explain it." She ran her hand through her hair. "It was fate, I suppose. Destiny, you know?"
Her whole face lit up and a small smile graced her lips.
"He's my serpent." She spoke softly. I barely heard her.
"Your serpent?" That is an odd way of putting it. Because he is a Slytherin, perhaps?
Her eyes widened just a fraction and she chewed on her lower lip. After a moment, she nodded her head and smiled once again.
"Yes. You know, the fairy tale. The Serpent and the Phoenix?" Her hand drifted to her left arm. "He is the serpent."
She nodded at me once again, then glanced at the clock.
"I should go. I'll see you in the morning." She stood and turned to leave.
"Good night, Hermione."
She gave me a small wave before leaving my office.
It is getting late, and I am accomplishing nothing here. I made sure my files were securely locked and warded and I did the same with my office door on my way out.
The latter part of my conversation with Hermione kept replaying over and over in my mind. Something about the way she said it.
The fairy tale she referred to was one of Susan's favorites when she was little. I used to read it to her every night before bed. I still to this day have it largely memorized.
I recited it in my mind as I climbed the stairs slowly.
"Amelia?" Jeremy's voice pulled me from my own mind.
I stopped and looked around, only just realizing I had made it all the way to the fourth floor already.
"What?" It took a moment to focus on him. Longer than it should have, I'm sure.
"Are you alright?" He had a bemused look on his face.
"Yes, yes. I'm fine." I waved my hand in a dismissive motion. "I was just thinking, that's all."
"About something rather troublesome, it appears."
"Not troublesome, per se. More like…perplexing." I followed him into his office and began preparing a cup of tea for each of us.
"Would you like to talk it out?" He carried the tea service over to the small table and chairs in the corner.
"It was something Miss Granger said to me. The turn of phrase was so peculiar that it seems it must be significant."
He hesitated before lowering himself into the chair across from me.
"You know I can't discuss any details of my sessions with her."
"I do. I doubt you have had this particular conversation with her." I poured my cup and dropped in three cubes of sugar. She came to me in confidence, so I will not reveal the details of our conversation either. "I asked her a question and she answered it with an obscure metaphor."
His hand covered mine on the table and he squeezed gently.
"How sure are you that it was a metaphor?" His voice was quiet. I looked up to see him watching me carefully.
Trying to tell me something without saying it. Bending the rules, ever so slightly.
"What else could it be?" I rolled my eyes. She's comparing her relationship to a fairy tale, for Merlin's sake.
"One thing I've noticed about the girl, she does not lie and she does not embellish. She is masterful at avoidance, and she downplays the more outlandish experiences she has had." He shook his head to himself and took a sip of tea. "If you asked her a direct question, and she answered it, you can expect that to be the answer. That's all I'm saying."
I leaned back in my chair and thought about that for a moment. If he is right, I will need to re-evaluate my interactions with her to this point.
"It could be that she is only that honest with you."
And with Draco, for some reason.
"It is possible." He sighed and ran his hand through his hair.
There is something troubling him in regards to her. Something he isn't telling me. Something that he can't tell me.
"Do me a favor, alright?" He spoke after a long moment of silence. "Don't push her to answer questions that she does not want to answer."
I raised my brow and tapped my fingers on the side of my leg.
"I have not pushed her for anything. She came to me and asked for advice on something of a personal matter." I huffed a short laugh. "It was one of the most awkward conversations I have ever had, to be honest. Whatever happened between her and her mother must have been a doozy."
His hand froze with his cup halfway to his mouth. His eyes widened and he stared at me, unblinking.
"Has she spoken to you about her mother?" He lowered the cup to the table without taking a sip.
"Not really. I get the feeling there is a culture divide there, with her being a witch and they being muggles."
He stared down at the table. I can see the words forming in his mind. He is trying to pick the right ones. The words that will convey what he wants me to know, without betraying his confidence to his patient.
"That is one topic that you should not ask her about." He cleared his throat and looked directly at me. "She is not ready for that conversation yet."
A cold chill ran down my spine. His statement only served to raise more questions in my mind. Questions that he is asking me not to ask.
He knows how difficult that will be.
"What aren't you telling me?" I sat forward. My hand settled over his. The familiar warmth of his fingers wrapped around mine made me want to sigh in relief.
"She is at a very dangerous point in her recovery. One wrong move…" He sighed. Both of his hands wrapped around mine. He stared at our hands. "One wrong move could reverse all of the progress she has made. Or worse."
I thought back to the girl that I met at the beginning of term. She had been like a ghost, going through the motions but nothing more. I remembered the dead look in her eyes the day I asked her to cast a patronus in class, and I shivered.
"I can't imagine what could be worse." I whispered it.
His eyes rose to meet mine.
"You can, Amelia. You simply don't want to."
"Do you have any clue how many times I've nearly died, Professor?" She tilted her head to the side. "I don't fear death. At times I've even welcomed it."
Another shiver worked its way down my spine. I can still picture her saying that to me so clearly.
I nodded once to acknowledge that he is, indeed, correct.
"Hermione Granger has lived through more trauma than most people experience their whole lives. Trauma that you cannot even begin to comprehend. Honestly, if it were not for Draco Malfoy, I don't know that she would still be here today."
Malfoy.
Perhaps I was wrong. Perhaps she isn't the wildcard after all.
"He is the serpent."
My tea cup slipped through my fingers and shattered on the floor. Steaming hot tea splattered across my legs.
"Amelia!" Jeremy jumped up and rushed to my side.
"Damn it," I muttered as he wiped the scalding liquid from my skin.
He cleaned up the mess on the floor and applied a salve to the burns on my legs. I watched him as he worked, but my mind was still somewhere else.
"What is it?" His hands settled on my shoulders.
I blinked a few times and brought my focus back to him. The concern in his eyes warmed me.
"It isn't a fairy tale." It wasn't until the words passed my lips that I really understood. "Good Merlin, Jeremy. You are right. She wasn't using a metaphor at all."
His eyes searched mine.
"What are you saying, Amelia?"
My tongue darted out to wet my suddenly dry lips. As much as I want to explain, I can't. Not without breaking her confidence.
"I'm sorry." I shook my head quickly. "I have to go."
I pushed past him. I could feel his eyes on me, but he did not try to stop me as I left the room.
Back in my office, I opened the folders for both Hermione and Draco and I started connecting the dots.
It all lines up. It makes so much sense.
She has made the connection to the story already. She knows it for what it actually is.
A prophecy.
[ - - - ]
{ Hermione POV }
The more I think about what I agreed to, the more nervous I am about it. My knee is bouncing up and down under the table. The food on my plate made my stomach turn.
"Relax." Draco whispered in my ear. His hand settled on my knee.
I told him last night. As soon as I started having second thoughts.
The Great Hall emptied out around us.
"It'll be fine." I took a deep breath and rolled my shoulders back. He has to go to class, and it's time for me to go.
"You have your coin?" He held his hand out for me and pulled me into his arms as soon as I was on my feet.
"I do. I'll let you know how it goes." Professor Bones is heading our way and the first bell already rang. "You better get to Arithmancy."
"Right." He kissed me quickly. "Let me know when you are back."
He turned to leave just as Bones walked up.
"Are you ready?" She seemed distracted, checking her watch rather than looking at me.
Not even a little bit.
I didn't answer. She didn't even notice. She walked right past me, expecting me to follow.
She never told me why she had to go to the Ministry. I assumed we would go to the auror department. I was surprised when we went down to the courtrooms instead.
The last time I was here I was under polyjuice potion with the purpose of stealing a horcrux. A shiver ran down my spine. That was another foolhardy adventure that I never should have survived.
I sat in the empty stands and watched Bones take her place in the center of the circular room. The Wizengamot filed in and took their seats across from me. None of them paid me any attention.
"Auror Bones. You are here to give your quarterly report." Kingsley Shacklebolt stated. "Have there been any instances of concern at Hogwarts this term?"
My heart stopped in my chest.
"No concerns, Minister." She cleared her throat and stood up a little straighter. "All five of my charges are doing quite well."
"You have not had any trouble, then? Not even from Draco Malfoy?" Shacklebolt asked.
I felt my hand curl into a fist. Why would he assume she would have trouble with him and not the others?
"None." She folded her hands in front of her. I can tell she is picking her words carefully before continuing. "He spends most of his free time either with his girlfriend or playing quidditch."
I chewed on my bottom lip. I don't know that I like where she is going with this.
"And this girlfriend's name?"
I cringed as soon as he asked.
She did not look back at me, but I could tell by the way she paused that she regretted bringing me here.
"Miss Hermione Granger."
A murmur spread through the crowd.
Kingsley's eyes darted up to meet mine. I had assumed he didn't recognize me. I was wrong.
I held his gaze, daring him to ask his next question. As a member of the Order of the Phoenix, I had worked with Shacklebolt several times. He knows me. Or he thinks he does.
"Miss Granger. What is your business here today?"
"Minister." I spoke calmly, even though I am starting to think Bones had an ulterior motive for inviting me here today. "I traveled to London with Professor…Auror Bones today for a personal matter."
"I see. And this is true? You are…involved with Draco Malfoy?"
My hands tightened into a fist in my lap.
She orchestrated this.
My eyes darted down to where she stood. Her shoulders sagged and she pinched the bridge of her nose.
Maybe not. But she could have warned me.
"It is true. Draco and I started seeing each other nearly three months ago."
What the Hell. I'm here. Might as well put in a good word for the rest of them while I'm at it. We have become friendly-ish, after all
"Blaise Zabini accepted our relationship straight off. He never believed in the pureblood ideology. He was forced to take the Mark under torture from his step-father.
"Theo Nott was reluctant at first. He was worried that Draco was using me to get back at his Father or at Harry. Maybe both. Just like Blaise and Draco, he was forced to take the Mark as well.
"And Pansy Parkinson, well she doesn't care about blood as much as she does about wealth. She never took the Mark. She only got mixed up in this whole mess because she was scared. Hell, we were all scared.
"Myself, Harry Potter, Ron and Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, and Neville Longbottom have all become friends with them this year. We all eat lunch together every day."
I kept my eyes locked on Kingsley even though I could feel the stares of every person in that room.
His lip tilted up on one side.
I pulled my gaze from his and swept across the remaining members of the Wizengamot. I leaned back in my chair and crossed one leg over the other.
"I must admit that I am a little confused, though. It was my understanding that this body was already aware of my relationship with Draco, as well as with the threats that we received from his father. I could have sworn it was this group that determined the threat to have me kidnapped, tortured, raped and murdered was, what were the words they used, Professor? An empty threat, I believe they said."
Another murmur ran through the assembly. A woman in the second row with short blonde hair stood and glared at me.
"We have never reviewed such a threat, Miss Granger, I assure you."
My blood began to boil. These are the people that hold Draco's life in their hands? Imbeciles.
I stood and placed both hands on the iron railing in front of me. I gripped it so tight my knuckles were white. My eyes narrowed and I pierced the woman with a glare.
"Did you not review the letter that he wrote to Draco wherein he stated that he would finish what Bellatrix started during the war?"
The woman rolled her eyes.
"Well yes, but that could have meant anything." She dismissed me with a shrug of her shoulders.
I shook my head and closed my eyes. Anxiety is already starting to build in my chest. I can feel it weighing on me.
I ignored it.
"I was captured by snatchers during the war." My heart is beating out of my chest, but I managed to keep my voice calm and even. Matter of fact. I locked my emotions away with my anxiety. I can deal with them later. "I was taken to Malfoy Manor. I was tortured by Bellatrix LeStrange for well over an hour. I was promised to…a known rapist... And I was promised a slow and painful death at the hands of Bellatrix when he was through with me."
My eyes scanned the Wizangamot once more. The faces looking back at me were shocked.
"Now, what do you think he meant by personally finishing what Bellatrix started? Because to me, it's pretty damn clear exactly what he meant."
That woman's face paled. She didn't say anything else.
Every breath I took sent a sharp pain through my heart. I can hear Bellatrix' voice echoing through my mind.
I cannot afford a panic attack right now.
I turned my attention back to Kingsley. He was watching me, studying me.
"How did you escape?" He asked.
I swallowed hard around the lump in my throat.
"You don't have to answer that." Professor Bones interjected sharply. "We are here to verify that these five students have been meeting the parameters of their probations. Which they have. Miss Granger accompanied me today for an unrelated appointment, not to be interrogated by the Wizangamot."
"It's alright, Professor. They should know." My hands are starting to shake. I think my voice is shaking, too. "We escaped because Draco lied to his parents about Harry's identity, buying us time."
I scanned across the room one more time. I need to get the hell out of there.
"That's enough." Bones picked up her bag and cloak. "We are finished here. I will submit my next report in March as scheduled."
She turned her back on the Wizengamot and ushered me quickly to the door.
As soon as we were outside of the courtrooms, I took a shallow, gasping breath.
Oh, Gods! Not here.
"Damn it, Hermione. Breathe."
I can't.
Despite that, I still forced air into my lungs. Just enough to keep myself conscious.
She guided me down the hall to the lifts.
"That's it. Keep breathing, girl." Her hand remained on my arm, keeping me steady as the lifts rose through the building.
"Get me out of this damn building." My hands curled into fists.
"I'm working on it." The lift doors opened. We moved swiftly through the lobby and emerged on the street a few minutes later.
Finally out in the fresh air, I pulled away from her grip. I ran my hands through my hair and gripped the ends tightly.
"I should have had you wait in the hall. I'm so sorry, Hermione."
"Did you bring me here on purpose?" I paced away from her and lit a cigarette before turning back. Her eyes were wide, surprised. "Was I supposed to be a prop for your presentation?"
She took a step back, shaking her head quickly.
"No. Not at all."
I don't know whether or not to believe her.
My hands are shaking. My chest hurts. How the fuck I have managed to keep from going into a full anxiety attack is a mystery.
I wish Draco were here.
But he isn't.
I have to do this on my own.
Bones didn't say anything as I paced back and forth, smoking my cigarette and trying desperately to suppress the memories that are invading my thoughts. She watched me warily, but stayed silent.
The coin in my pocket started to warm through my pocket. I slipped it into my hand and read the words printed across the face.
"How is it going?"
I wiped my thumb across the coin. If he only knew.
"Wish you were here."
I took a deep breath. It still hurts.
"Breathe."
I stared at the word printed across the face of the coin in my palm.
Does he know that I am struggling to do just that at this very moment?
That is impossible, of course.
He knows what a basket case I am on a good day. That's all.
I took another breath and released it slowly. This one did not hurt as bad. The pressure in my chest is slowly relaxing its hold around my heart.
I stopped pacing and sat down on a nearby bench. With my elbows on my knees, I dropped my head into my hands.
I am shaking like a damn leaf. I have to pull myself together. Lock that shit up in my mind and put away the key. This is not the time nor the place.
Systematically, piece by piece, brick by brick, I built a wall in my mind and locked the memories behind it. With every breath I took, I placed another layer. As I exhaled, I sealed the cracks, ensuring nothing would escape until I am ready for it.
Once the wall was complete, I took one more breath and lifted my head. Bones is sitting beside me, watching over me warily. I can see the concern in her eyes.
There isn't anything for her to be concerned about. The damage is done, but I have it contained.
For now.
Bones is talking to me now.
Apologizing.
Asking me if I am okay.
Like she gives a fuck.
"Let's get this over with, alright?" I released a deep sigh.
The faster we finish what we came here for, the faster I can get back to Hogwarts. Back to the solitude of the third floor. Or the fourth floor. What the fuck ever.
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AN: We finally hear from Professor Bones. Big question: should Hermione forgive her? I'd love to hear your thoughts.
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Until next time.
-mezy