4 December

Ministry of Magic, Auror Department

Harry could hear voices coming from outside the door.

A man said, "Just keep it short, please."

The woman asked. "How long until the key arrives?"

"Only five minutes."

Despite the voices, he did not get up from the bed he lay on. Shortly after, the door opened and his cousin entered. The door was closed again.

"I do not have much time." said Daisy. "The ministry gave me a one-month suspension. I'm not allowed to be here right now."

Harry remained silent. He covered his eyes with his arm and put his other arm under his head. His muscular arms were exposed and he was wearing a gray tank top.

"Harry... there are some things I need to convey to you."

Daisy strode across the room and sat down at her cousin's feet.

"You will be in a better situation than other prisoners in Azkaban. They will provide three nutritious meals a day. You're also allowed to clean up occasionally."

Harry didn't move but interrupted her. "Please Happy. You don't have to do these. I dont blame you."

"I know… But my conscience is not clear."

"Can't you get me out of Azkaban anyway?"

He opened his eyes slightly and looked at the woman with full attention. Upon this look, Daisy turned her eyes to the opposite wall.

" Unfortunately."

There was a deep and meaningful silence in the ward. Happy was thinking about the past. She was thinking about the day Harry moved in with them. He was only eight years old, but even so, there was a tangle in his eyes. A burning, burning blind tangle...

That's when she understood. That this child will grow up to walk on dark roads. What she didn't know was this:

Now Daisy was an auror and Harry was criminal.

She had been chasing him for a long time, to find him and throw him into Azkaban Prison...

Daisy took a breath and blinked eyes. She wanted to the cry but she didn't.

"We continue our search for Clary. So… I might bother you from time to time."

"I won't be of any use to you from inside. Basil is the most cunning, intelligent person i know in this world. You can't beat him by chasing him."

"Chase him? Weren't you the one who did this?"

At this question, Harry sat up and threw his legs off the bed.

He laughed slightly. "I wasn't chasing him."

Daisy looked at him curiously. She was confused.

"What I was after was a tiny bit of information about him. His age, his height, maybe his hobbies…" He looked slightly at the ceiling.

"Finding Ilyssa was a great gift Daisy. An unexpected gift. And you know what... These days, I think even this gift was sent from Basil. Because he… wouldn't make such a mistake."

Daisy didn't know what to say.

Harry took a deep breath.

"Daisy… If you are going to chase Basil and find Clary, let me tell you a secret: There is no need to chase Basil because he is very close. He is one of us."

Daisy thought her head was going to split in half.

"I-I don't know..." she stammered.

Potter muttered: "The Auror office is not trustworthy. Rotten. In filth. So don't trust anyone here."

Daisy already knew. Dante always said the same thing.

He continued: "Do not trust anyone. Don't trust the Auror Office. Just have confidence in yourself, Daisy."

Daisy was just about to speak when there was a soft knock on the door. The woman had to go.

Harry looked at the door and smiled.

"Harry… Is there anything you want to tell me?" Daisy looked at Harry hopefully. But Harry just smiled silently.

There was a knock on the door again. Daisy had to go or she would be in trouble.

The woman stood up and moved towards the door. She was just leaving when she heard Harry's low voice.

"In June. Something will happen in Singapore. Bad things. History criminals going to again awaken."

When Daisy heard this, she immediately turned to him.

"What?!" she said with surprise and slight fear. "What are you talking about?"

"History Criminals." Harry repeated. His voice was calm. Self-confident. "That's when Daisy... You will try with all your might to get me out of Azkaban."

At that moment, two guards opened the door. Daisy started and turned towards the door.

"M-my dear prime minister…" muttered Daisy. Fudge was waiting outside the door.

"Daisy!" said the prime minister in a strong voice. "I didn't expect to see you here."

Standing next to him was his assistant Simone.

"Miss Daisy, i know you were not allowed to enter here."

Daisy was about to answer when the assistant spoke.

"It's okay, Paul. Daisy, I expect you at my office at three o'clock."

"Aye sir!"

Daisy came out. She glanced slightly at Harry as she left, but he had her eyes closed, waiting in calmly.

And the door was closed. Fudge and Simon stayed inside. So are the guards.

The months passed quickly.

January has come, Christmas has been celebrated.

The Auror Department has been moved to a separate location from the Ministry of Magic.

The teams changed, the director of the Auror Department changed, and new laws began to be prepared.

Newspapers continued to write about this incident until February.

The content of the news generally consisted of harsh criticism.

But when February passed, almost everything was forgotten.

The twelve aurors, Ilyssa, Clary and Potter. Even Basil was forgotten. Everyone was happy.

Daisy's days were very busy. Her team had been completely changed, the Basil case was now under the control of another team.

She was dealing with a drug case, and this case stole their time for a long time. Drug case closed. Another case came. They were never idle. The Auror's Department was never empty, never unemployed.

Harry Potter remained in Azkaban until January.

After January, there were surprising developments and he was transferred to France.

The prison he stayed in in France was a much different and more livable place than Azkaban.

Their food, their rooms, and everything else were arranged more humanely. Besides… there were no dementors. This was the biggest plus, of course.

But Potter did not see this as a blessing.

Interestingly, after he was transferred to France, he became combative.

He was fighting with other prisoners and swearing, which angered the guards.

Nobody knew why. He was not at peace and he was confused.

So months passed…

Hermione hadn't been able to sleep properly since that day.

She was out every day. She wanted to do something. That's why she went to different countries, first to England, and left Clary's photo to the police stations.

While she was trying to find Clary, she was also trying to find information about Basil.

She went to the families of previous victims.

Some nice welcomed her, some didn't even open the door. She didn't want to miss even the slightest detail. But she couldn't find anything.

So when the snow and rain gave way to the sun, the tired girl went out and started distributing copies of Clary's photo on the streets of London.

When her phone rang, she was first startled and then excited.

Someone was going to say to her. "We found the girl in the photo!"

But… she couldn't get this good news from any phone calls.

As time passed, disappointments began to increase. Clary wasn't there. It was as if the ground had split open and she had gone underground.

Hermione woke up one morning and walked into the dining room.

Her father and mother were sitting in front of the television unit, watching the news.

Suddenly her heart pounded and she said, "Or else... Clary." she whispered and ran to them.

She was expecting to see something about Clary on TV. But there were traces of great chaos on the screen.

When she read the headline below she realized what was going on.

" Terrorist attack in Singapore! There are many injured and dead!"

The young girl sat next to her mother and looked at the screen without making a sound.

Fire crews were trying to extinguish the fire on the pier and on the ships. The fire was huge.

"When did it happen?" Hermione asked.

"Early in the morning. There was a festival…poor people."

Her mother shook her head sadly and stood up.

"I don't want to look any further. It's so painful..."

Hermione stared at the screen a little longer as Lady Granger left the hall.

Then Robert turned to his daughter. The girl was dressed and had her big bag on her arm.

"Where you go Bella?"

Hermione cleared her throat. "I'm going out."

Robert looked at Hermione with momentary anger. She went crazy after her twin sister disappeared. She hasn't made any logical move since that day.

"Don't go." Robert meant. "You're just wearing yourself out." But he remained silent. Because he knew, Hermione wouldn't stop.

And if he spoke, a new debate would flare up. Just like any other day. That's why he swallowed his words back.

"It's summer," Hermione said as she stood up. "It's June already."

She realized the dilemma her father was experiencing.

" You are right. And you spent the whole winter-" Robert paused and cleared his throat. "Anyway. Let's go out together."

"That would be good. I was going to go to the ministry too."

Robert did not ask his daughter what she would do there. She'd probably see Daisy.

"Give me five minutes." said Robert. "I have a file to take from the room."

When he came downstairs five minutes later, Hermione was waiting for him in front of the fireplace.

Her eyes were cloudy. She was looking at the shelf above the fireplace. To family photos.

Robert stood still for a moment, giving her time.

Then he coughed slightly to show that he had arrived.

Hermione turned slightly and said, "Come dad, we should go." Robert came over and stepped into the fireplace.

Hermione reached out her hand and scooped up a handful of powder from a large plate.

She went into the fireplace and threw the dust onto the floor. And suddenly a big fire...

Just a minute later, they emerged from the other fireplace in the ministry.

The Ministry was in chaos as usual. Magic paper airplanes, owls and pigeons fly in the air; people were running around.

Robert took his pocket watch from his vest pocket and looked at it quickly.

"I need to go right away." he said to Hermione. " Where will you go? Daisy-"

The girl spoke in a crystal voice. "I have no business with Daisy. Actually, I came here for auror education."

"Why did you come!?"

The girl repeated. "Auror education."

Hermione waited to see her father's reaction.

The man was surprised but had no time to discuss the matter.

Someone from ahead had called out to him, and an owl was perched on his shoulder, hooting angrily.

"Later," said Robert angrily. "We will talk about this tonight!" Then he walked quickly.

Hermione stared after her father for a while.

The girl had not yet told her mother that she wanted to become an auror.

Both would object.

But she had made her decision a long time ago and registration started today. She sighed and moved to find her way.

She left square behind and entered one of the long, narrow corridors made of black stones.

The corridor was calm and cool.

She was wearing a black T-shirt and jeans. She had her hair in a ponytail. As she walked, her tied hair was blowing around. She had a thoughtful expression on her face.

She walked a short while longer and stopped in front of a metal door.

In fact, the Auror Department was no longer in the ministry. However, they established a representation room in the ministry to make things go faster.

Hermione lifted her hand towards the door.

My whole life will change. She thought. But it's funny, her whole life had already changed.

She took a deep breath and raised her hand and politely knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Everything will be fine, it will be fine...

She opened the door and looked inside before entering. There was no one there except a white-haired man.

The man was standing in front of the window, looking at a note hanging in the air.

"Yes?" he said without looking at Hermione. " What would you like?"

"I came for Auror training." said Hermione loudly. "I thought registration started today."

" Oh yes." The man turned his head towards her. "But the registration date was postponed to five days later. As you know… things are busy."

"It looks pretty quiet in here?"

Adam smiled slightly. "You should also see the Auror Department."

"Will it be delayed any further?"

"I don't think so." said the man. "Training needs to start before it's too late. Come back in 5 days."

Hermione nodded. "It's not bad luck," she said as she walked back out of the room. She muttered. "It's just postponed, don't think badly Mione. Calm down."

But she was worried and she anxiously returned the way she came

When the girl came out to the large square of the ministry again, there was a crowd ahead.

Prime Minister Fudge was walking hurriedly towards the fireplaces with his guards and ministers.

Everyone was very hectic and active. Hermione sat on one of the benches overlooking the large pool in the square and waited for the crowd ahead to disperse.

The events in Singapore had affected all ministries of magic. Hermione wasn't particularly interested in global news. If it were Clary she would be mad at her...

"The world is falling apart, Hermione, put those books away." she used to say.

For a moment, Hermione felt like crying.

She said to her one day, in an unappreciative and condescending voice. "Heroic auror Clary Bella Granger! Did you at least save the world?"

And now, as Hermione sat there thinking, Clary was gone. She bit her lip as if she wanted to make it bleed.

"Coward!" she said to herself. "You're a coward, Hermione!"

The girl stood up and looked at the crowd ahead. Then she ran towards one of the fireplaces.

She wanted to find Clary.