Why Do Birds Sing?

by Weekly-Crisis

"I wish to save Bellatrix." At this, the death eater in question lifted her head in utter shock. She met chocolate eyes across the room, the same eyes that previously resembled cracked, charred earth now glowed with the soft embers of the beginning of a warm fire and glimmered with… with emotions Bellatrix couldn't place.

2. Chapter 2

Bellatrix sighed heavily; rolling her shoulders causing the heavy chains to scrape against the floor loudly, before she settled, choosing to sit cross legged. She looked up at the other witch and smiled emptily. "Does that satisfy you?"

"No. Not at all." Hermione murmured miserably, body limp in Andromeda's grasp.

"Well, if that's all, I think we're done here." Bellatrix huffed, shoulders sagging as she hunched forward, chin resting lazily in her palm. Hermione stared at the witch in confounded silence.

Narcissa braved breaking the silence, tucking a blonde strand delicately behind her ear before casting Bellatrix a look of sheer disappointment, her eyes mirroring a mournful ocean. "Bella, I am begging you to stop with this abrasive behaviour. Miss Granger is our only chance at-"

"Our only chance?" Bellatrix practically barked, her laughter, mirth and despair swirling so inextricably Hermione wasn't entirely sure if the dark haired witch was capable of feeling much else. Which was curious since she had only ever seen variations of destructive pleasure and chaotic mania in those black depths. It caused brown brows to raise in pure bewilderment. A bewilderment that was shared amongst the rest of the company watching Bellatrix closely. "Let me explain why I'm laughing, since you all look like you've been stupefied!" The chained witch grinned ferally, venomous laughter spilling from her lips as easily as the woman had spilled blood. "I just find it amusing because, well, you keep saying that like it's both our chances. As if… as if we're both facing life imprisonment or death! Like everything came crashing down on the both of us. Which is utterly hilarious because last time I checked, and give me a moment just to confirm my suspicions-" Bellatrix shook the shackles violently, the metal scraping and screaming against the wooden floorboards before she glanced at her sister, then back at the chains before she nodded in satisfaction, pitch eyes ablaze, black curls wild and in that moment Hermione saw the witch as both thunder and lightning. "Just as I thought, only one of us is in CHAINS!" Bellatrix's voice boomed with the very thunder that encapsulated her nature. Lightning collided with swirling volcanic fury and before anyone could blink, a spark of untamed, ferocious magic lashed out. A strike of white rimed purple fire scorching the floor before being suddenly, and violently quashed by the restrictive seals ingrained into the witch's shackles. It all had happened within a few seconds but the guttural animosity that ripped through Bellatrix's throat in response to the defence mechanisms was nothing short of devastating.

Hermione had thought her own screams during her torture in this very manor were agonising but nothing could compare to the sheer, unbridled pain that was Bellatrix's resounding cry. It was raw frustration, defeat and distress all bundled into one person whose dam had just completely collapsed after years of damage and repair; though it never would never be the same fixture. Hermione wasn't entirely sure if Bellatrix was responding to the pain or to her own misery. Hermione should have revelled in this. She should have been overjoyed at the witch's despair. Hermione should have been a lot of things. Instead all she felt was a sadness deep in her bones and all she could do was stare in astonishment. This wasn't the same Bellatrix Lestrange that pinned Hermione to the floor, who murdered Dobby, who tortured the Longbottoms, who stole lives without care. There was no hysterical laughter, no thrill or bloodlust in this woman's eyes; only darkness, bottomless, pitted darkness. Bellatrix was.. Is wounded. A caged, muzzled animal about to be put down.

She wasn't the same Bellatrix Lestrange.

Hermione's arm throbbed.

She fled the room after the dark witch collapsed, painful spasms still running its course through her body.

That had been one hour ago, yet Bellatrix's scream lingered in Hermione's mind, echoing repeatedly in the background of any and every thought. When Draco found the bookworm, the young woman had been sat with her knees pressed to her chest and her arms wrapped protectively around herself. No words passed between them. Draco simply sat next to the brunette and let his head thunk softly against the wall behind him. Five minutes into the mutual silence, Draco felt a soft weight press against his shoulder, brown locks brushing his jaw lightly as Hermione settled into his side comfortably. At first he stiffened at the contact but quickly relaxed into the quiet search for comfort. Hermione sighed softly.

"I'm sorry, Granger. I… that is mother and I completely understand if you wish to leave. This was a horrifically stupid idea and I-"

"I'll vouch for her."

"I understand, I'll inform mother of your decision. I'm sorry again to have put you through this and-"

A beat of stony silence.

"I'm sorry… You'll what?" The blonde turned to face his friend, shock clear in his pale blues. His hands came up to grab Hermione's shoulders and started to thoroughly shake her. "Repeat that again. Are you insane? I misheard right?" Confused and hysterical laughter bubbled up past Draco's lips as he shook the girl.

"Draco, could you stop shaking me-"

"No because it sounded like you said you would-"

"Vouch for her?" Brown orbs glittered with amusement as she observed Draco's lapse in sanity.

"Yes! Which is preposterous and- and you must be sick, with a fever or...or with the crazy-"

"The crazy?"

"Yes, the crazy! Oh Merlin, maybe I'm the one who's lost it? Granger! Check if I'm the one with the fever!" Draco finally released her and began hectically checking his temperature. Hermione smiled and although a little dizzy, placed a reassuring hand against Draco's arm.

"Draco, shut up for like ten seconds. Although, you might be right about the crazy stuff though, we'll come back to that another day. Even still, I'm serious about vouching for her." Hermione ran her fingers through her curled hair before meeting Draco's hanging jaw with confidence and determination.

"Why?"

Hermione pursed her lips, resting her chin atop her knees once more and stared ahead contemplatively. "To be honest, Draco… When I looked at her, really looked at her, I still saw the woman who hurt me, but I also saw a woman who didn't hurt me. A person who has well and truly been hurt her whole life. It was… haunting." Hermione subconsciously drew in to herself more, brown eyes flitting through a storm of emotions. "I saw exhaustion. Perhaps even regret. I… I can work with that. It means that she can understand, whether that means change or redemption I have no clue. I'm not saying I forgive her, not even close to. But this wild exhaustion is something I can work with. People have the capacity to change… I've seen it before and maybe it can happen for her too."

"I'm not going to pretend I understand, Granger. Quite frankly, I think you're mad for this. Mother will be thrilled I'm sure." Draco smiled softly. "Well, I'm sure the adults are worrying sick by now. Let's blow their minds." He grins playfully, shoving the brunette good-naturedly before bouncing to his feet to get away from the shell shocked witch whose mouth was full of carpet. Hermione glared at his retreating form before standing, disgruntled.

"I will so be getting you back for that." Draco simply shrugged at her threat as she caught up to him and they began their walk through the halls towards three magical signatures. Once they entered the study in which the three adult witches were quietly discussing the next step. Narcissa noticed the two teenagers first and hurried towards the young girl, apologies hurtling past her lips and normally cold blue eyes crashing with regret.

"Miss Granger, I would like to sincerely apologise for my sister's abhorrent behaviour and I completely understand if you choose to stop this foolish idea now and move on, and...and why are you smiling, Draco?" Narcissa bristled at her son's easy grin interrupting her apology.

"Hermione is going to vouch for Aunty Bella."

"I… You…" For once in her life, Narcissa Malfoy was speechless. Tears threatened to spill as she stared at the muggleborn in complete wonder. "Truly?" Narcissa whispered, full of disbelief. Her answer came in the small smile that pulled at the young witches lips. To the shock of everyone in the room, Narcissa Malfoy began to cry. "Even after everything, you would really help her? Thank you. Really, I am… truly grateful to you." Narcissa mumbled in-between quiet sobs, muffled behind a delicate hand.

"Hermione, are you absolutely sure about this?" Andromeda turned to look at the little witch. Confusion, appreciation and awe swirling in her eyes that so mimicked her youngest sister. "You do remember this is the witch who-"

"I haven't forgotten a single thing, Andy." Hermione's tone was clipped, but her gaze settled softly on Andromeda, trying to convey how set she was with this decision. From across the room, sat in an armchair, Minerva McGonagall watched and listened to the exchange in silence. A part of her was proud of Hermione's decision, the young prodigy had so much kindness in her that sometimes she truly believed Hermione could get a dragon to roll over, tail wagging like a pet dog. That particular thought had the professor smiling and she sighed heavily before standing, garnering the attention of everyone in the room.

"Well, Miss Granger. I would like to admit that I am a tad surprised by your decision, but I have never once doubted your kindness, nor your determination. Perhaps with your support, the council will allow Bellatrix to live. Let us not waste anymore time." Minerva finished with a stern look that caused each witch and one wizards back to straighten and the mood to sober. "Hopefully Fudge will agree with you."

The night of Bellatrix Lestrange's hearing was a strange gathering. The Wizengamot, having been broken by the war, had decided that members of the Order and those who Minerva and Fudge approved of would make up the council for Bellatrix's trial, with only Cornelius Fudge, being the active Minister of Magic, in attendance from the ministry. Sat around a private courtroom were many in attendance including; Molly and Arthur Weasley, Narcissa and Draco Malfoy, the Tonks family, with Nymphadora Tonks sitting with Fleur Delacour and a few other families and members of Hogwarts staff and those who had fought in the war. Even Neville and Luna sat in the small crowd. All watching Bellatrix Lestrange chained to the middle of the floor, the dark haired witch still recovering from the magic that wracked her body with convulsions the night before. Many had already spoken their piece and Cornelius Fudge sat atop a chair listening throughout the various opinions and passionate debating. Finally, it was time to listen to the final opinion of the night and he watched curiously as Hermione Granger took the stand.

"Hermione Granger, you are currently in a court of law here to judge the crimes of one Bellatrix Lestrange, death eater and former right hand of he-who-shall-not-be-named." A low growl emanated at the back of Bellatrix's throat at the sound of her ex-husbands last name, though nothing else passed and so Fudge continued undeterred believing it to be a protest against the mention of Bellatrix's dark lord. "Do you understand that your decision today is the last testament to the witch's trial and if you choose to condemn her, Bellatrix will be served with the dementors kiss?"

"I do, Minister." Fudge nodded at the simple response and glanced at the group in the room. If Hermione were to choose death for the death eater many people would be more than satisfied. The dark witch had committed atrocities and wizards wanted blood for blood. Hermione had even suffered grievously at the hands of Lestrange. Truth be told, Cornelius was ready for this trial to be over, he knew what the outcome should be and was more than ready to pass judgement. That is, until Hermione floored the entire court, bar those who knew her decision, with five stunning words.

"I wish to save Bellatrix."

At this, the death eater in question lifted her head in utter shock. She met chocolate eyes across the room, the same eyes that previously resembled cracked, charred earth now glowed with the soft embers of the beginning of a warm fire and glimmered with… with emotions Bellatrix couldn't place. Bellatrix's heart tightened and she wasn't sure what had happened next but she knew that sound had exploded around her, shouting, disagreements, vehement and furious but all of that was drowned in silence to Bellatrix. To the dark witch all sound had stopped, replaced with a silence that stretched privately between herself and the brightest witch of their age. Bellatrix was confused. Confused at the girls choice, confused by the feeling of relief blooming in her chest. She had been resigned. She had been ready to die, to rot, for all the possible negative outcomes, she was ready. She was tired, of life, of death, of pain and of hope. And with five words from a pretty brown haired witch she had been ruined. Completely and utterly ruined. Bellatrix let her eyes drop to the floor.

"Silence! I said silence!" Fudge called for the rooms noise to dissolve. "M-Miss Granger I… are you certain of your decision, this is a very serious matter, many people want this particular death eater dead. Doing otherwise would invoke a wrath of the people… a wrath that would be directed at you." Cornelius stared at Hermione desperately, imploring the girl to change her mind and yet his pleading look was met with steel.

"If I may, Minister, I am aware of everything that Bellatrix has done in life. Acutely, in fact. However… I truly believe she can be redeemed, and she can't do that if she's dead or being drained by dementors for the rest of her life." At this the background arguments fizzled out, leaving everyone in attendance in rapt attention. Hermione took a breath, rolling her shoulders before addressing the room fully. "I'm not saying she can be good, or ever truly pay for what she took from people, but she can be given a chance. Bellatrix is a product of war, she was born and bred for it. If we are to ever stand a chance of understanding the dark side and really creating change, then we need to start somewhere, especially with you-know-who still out there." Hermione spoke clearly and eloquently, she knew what she was saying was risky and that there was a chance that what she said would change nothing, but she had to try. "How are we supposed to be the light if we cast those in the shadows into complete darkness." Her speech was met with stoic silence. Bellatrix glanced at the people surrounding her, feeling very much like a circus animal, before Nymphadora stood up.

"'Mione is right. Bellatrix may have been on the wrong side of the tracks but that doesn't mean we should abandon her. Bellatrix… actually saved me during the final battle… I never said anything because I wasn't completely sure it was her but-"

"Are we really considering letting this animal back into society?! She is a murderer!" Molly Weasley's indignant shout swept over the room, drowning out Nymphadora's and causing more voices to join the fray.

"And she'll continue to be one if we don't do something Molly!" Andromeda barked. The arguments began again, though with the discourse it became clear that more of the order were taken with Hermione's compassion over Molly's vengeance.

Fudge listened intently before pinching the bridge of his nose and raising his hand, commanding the attention of the room. After meeting each gaze of those in attendance, his eyes met Hermione's.

"Let's say that we do pardon Mrs Lestrange from the death eaters kiss. What would we do with her? If not death, and if not imprisonment, then what? She can't just be released, Miss Granger. How do you intend to 'save' her?"

"Rehabilitation through careful practice of psychology and therapy. Daily, with an agreed upon timetable of sessions held at a safe place, I was thinking either at Andromeda's or on the grounds of Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts? Surely you can't be serious. The school has just been rebuilt and you want to keep a death eater on the perimeters near students?" Fudge's eyebrows practically raised into his hairline. He turned to look at Minerva begging the professor to see how ridiculous this idea was. "And the ministry would never allow Lestrange to stay with family, it's too much of a risk! Surely we should just send her to St Mungo's."

"Actually, Hogwarts makes sense, she is technically still old enough to be a student. We could keep Lestrange off of the direct site of the school, and have sessions in a variation of the room of requirement. It could be sealed off so students and teachers couldn't access it without permission from myself." Bellatrix snorted at Minerva's response and all eyes turned to her and suddenly the dark witch felt very self-conscience.

"And how about you, Lestrange? Miss Granger has pleaded a case for you, do you believe you deserve this chance?" Fudge asked her scathingly.

"Not at all." Bellatrix smiled and Hermione nearly rolled her eyes.

Fudge sighed heavily. "This is a very, very risky plan, Miss Granger, Professor McGonagall. If you believe you can make this work, and enough of the people here agree, I will approve it. However, you will have an auror stationed at all times as a protocol as well as reports on Bellatrix's behaviour and progress. Any additional contact with Lestrange must be signed upon by Minerva or by myself. If the ministry, and myself do not find these reports progressive after a year then Bellatrix will suffer the dementors kiss." Fudge then took the vote. A tense silence fell upon the room as people raised their hands in favour or disagreement with Hermione's suggestion and eventually, the losing party was Molly Weasley and her gaggle of vengeance fuelled followers. Fudge raised his hand to speak once more. "Bellatrix Lestrange, you have been given a chance at redemption. Make this count." Fudge finalised his decision with a thwack of his gavel. Murmurs spread through the groups until one by one each member apparated from the room, leaving Hermione, Minerva, Andromeda and Nymphadora and Narcissa and Draco. Once again, silence filled the room. Hermione was becoming quite sick of this tense quiet and sighed heavily before thanking Minerva for her support. Narcissa gracefully slid across the room to Bellatrix and wrapped her arms around her sister tightly.

"A year to prove yourself, Bella. Things might actually be okay." She whispered softly, her voice full of a hope that sat at the bottom of Bellatrix' stomach.

'A year' Bellatrix thought. 'A whole damn year to be a lab rat. A living lab rat, but an experiment nonetheless'. The dark witch returned the embrace weakly and as her sister let go to thank the muggleborn, Bellatrix turned her hands, listening to the steel clasped around her wrists clang quietly. She flexed her fingers before rolling her eyes at her next thought. 'A lab rat with a therapist'. She turned her heavy gaze to the young witch.

"And who on earth will be giving me 'therapy', muddy?" Bellatrix spat, the word therapy making her stomach coil with anxiety and the slur slipping past her lips like a viper hidden by flowers. She hadn't meant to call the pretty witch that, but she couldn't help it and irritation at herself just made her angrier when Hermione levelled a glare at her before approaching as the others watched with bated breath.

"Most people would have said thank you, but I guess a kicked dog like you can't even do that." Hermione sucked air between her teeth, she didn't mean to be so spiteful but she couldn't stop herself, things were still too raw. "I still hate you, don't mistake that, but you could show some appreciation considering I just saved you, Lestrange." Hermione's words were laced with more than venom, they were threaded with it; poison and electricity and it struck the dark witch, causing her to hesitate for only a split second before a feral growl burned at the back of her throat and laughter spilled unbidden from equally poisonous lips.

"You have ruined me."

Hermione glowered at the witch before her. An indignant fury quickly clouding her thoughts as she leaned down towards the witch, their faces a breath away as brown orbs burned into black. 'How dare she?!' The audacity of the stubborn witch both confounded and infuriated Hermione and as she stared murderously into swirling amused ink, it made the witch want to drive her wand into the woman's throat and cast a sectumsempra.

That thought sobered Hermione.

When had she become so cruel?

Hermione felt her throat tighten and it became increasingly hard to breathe, like a pipe clogged with unruly hair before she finally swallowed, her spit like thick, chunky soup. Bellatrix watched her attentively, eyes tracking every movement, every twitch, including the way Hermione's skin stretched as she swallowed, the way angry nostrils flared as the girl's fingers clenched. The girl was too quick to anger, quick to react, but she had fire, she had wit and she resented Bellatrix.

"Has the kitten got claws?" Bellatrix barked, teeth bared and eyes alight with mischief and contempt and just a hint of excitement. The brunette witch's eyes narrowed and she felt tempted to draw her wand on the animal before her. Something about this witch made her magic want to snarl and lash out, made her want to break something, anything. Bellatrix's destructive nature was irresistible and it latched onto others like a parasite. She was a storm yet she still had this charismatic air about her that wove itself into her anger, into her chaos and her stubbornness. It was addictive.

It wouldn't work.

Hermione had never felt a stronger desire to be better than now. She had a job to do. She had to focus. So instead of retaliating, Hermione drew a breath and stepped back, never breaking eye contact with the bound witch who in turn seemed to grow rather bored.

"You ruined yourself." Hermione finally said. Bellatrix laughed loudly, though it lacked mirth. It was a chimeless sound, a broken bell; it was empty and though others wouldn't notice it, it was brimming with contempt and self-loathing. Hermione stared impassively and several resounding sighs echoed in the room and a hand wrapped gently around Hermione's upper arm and coaxed her backwards away from the dark and shattered witch.

"Come on, Granger. Let's leave my crazy aunt to sulk and go grab a butter-beer, yeah?" Draco smiled supportively, gently pulling the girl closer to him until she finally locked eyes and nodded slowly.

"Crazy?" Bellatrix howled. "I am not crazy, nor have I ever been crazy!" Bellatrix was furious, her nephew was around the same age as her but she was still his aunt, he should show some fucking respect, not to mention he had the gall to touch the pretty witch, that just wouldn't do. "You're the one hugging filth, get your hands off of her, you might catch something!" She sneered and Narcissa sighed, stepping forward.

"Bellatrix, please-"

"Bellatrix, please." The witch mimicked before laughing once more.

"Bellatrix that is quite enough. I suggest you remain quiet unless you wish to be shipped off to Azkaban before Miss Granger's, very generous, solution even begins." Minerva spoke, steely gaze pinning Bellatrix to the floor even more so than the chains. Bellatrix growled quietly before huffing and crossing her arms. Despite herself, she quickly cast a look over to the brunette, only to see her levelling that same blank stare at her. Very quickly, Bellatrix felt vulnerable. That was not okay, Bellatrix never felt vulnerable, she refused to, yet without meaning to she averted her gaze to the floor, visibly deflating as something hot and sharp stabbed at her gut. 'A kicked dog.' That's how the girl had described her mere moments ago. It made her want to snarl and whine at the same time, because as much as Bellatrix wanted to fight it, that is exactly how she felt. How she has been feeling for a very long time. A kicked dog, an abused dog… a rabid dog. This girl, this insufferable girl with her strange chocolate eyes that seamlessly changed to raked magma had easily burnt a piece of Bellatrix's wall, and it made her vulnerable. How utterly ridiculous. She wanted to laugh again but stifled it, feeling those molten brown eyes on her form, so she kept her eyes firmly planted on the ground below her, even when Minerva resumed talking.

"Despite Mrs-" A small growl slipped past Bellatrix's lips and Minerva rolled her eyes. "Miss Black's outburst, she has a point, Miss Granger." Minerva levelled her gaze at Hermione, the young witch was smart, but even this seemed an impossible task for her. "If I'm being completely honest, I don't think there are any witches or wizards that would want to help Miss Black, let alone spend sessions rehabilitating her… in fact, most would much prefer her execution." Minerva pinched her nose in thought.

"'Mione, it was your idea, you must have had someone in mind?" Nymphadora asked tentatively, glancing at the brunette whose eyes snapped to her. Hermione wrung her hands nervously as she stared at the group around her. This was the part of her plan she wasn't confident in.

"Well… I …I thought that I could do it." Hermione voiced carefully, watching the mixed expressions of shock fall upon each face; only Draco knew of her plan. She would help Bellatrix, get her to open up and want to be a better person in hopes she would provide aid in finding Voldemort and the remaining death eaters. Or at least give them information so she could escape death and imprisonment. She would rebuild Bellatrix Black. And if she couldn't, well then, and only then would she have no issue leaving the witch to the bloodthirsty victims of the war. As she gazed at each person, she eventually fell to Bellatrix who had finally looked back up at her, the dark witch showed no emotion in her black depths, in fact she seemed to remain completely impassive to this information, a black ocean completely separating Bellatrix from Hermione.

"Hermione, dear… This isn't a job for you, especially you, after what she did to you, it would end up doing you more harm than good." Andromeda frowned disapprovingly and the glaring reminder sat on Hermione's skin. Bellatrix frowned to herself briefly before setting her face to stone. "You should leave it to the professionals, and you are most certainly not a professional or suited to the task."

"Actually, Andromeda, that…" Minerva sighed heavily, her gaze lingering on Hermione. "That isn't entirely true, Hermione might be the only person able to do this." Regret tinged the professor's tone heavily and Andromeda raised a dark brow challengingly.

"Oh, and how so, Minerva?" Andromeda bit back.

"Hermione is an adult, more than that, she is a full fledged witch and has already had her fair share of war before ours." At this, all heads were once again on a sheepish Hermione, who for her part, looked resolutely at a wall, feigning interest in one particular spot. "I gifted Hermione my old time turner in her third year, and well… the Ministry granted her permission to use it." Minerva gently fixed her glasses, purposefully ignoring Andromeda's aghast expression. "I assure you, it wasn't meant to be used for anything more than extra study time," Minerva cast an exasperated glance at the golden girl in the room who smiled shyly back. "However, obviously what came next was a series of incidents, several of which landed Hermione stuck in time."

Bellatrix perked up at this, black eyes swirling with barely restrained curiosity. "Stuck in time? As in a time period or-"

"I believe I asked you to remain quiet, Miss Black." Minerva threw a glare at the dark witch who growled in response but otherwise returned to silence. Hermione cleared her throat, brown curls bouncing lightly as she stepped forward to address the entire room, even Bellatrix dragged her eyes to meet the young witch.

"The point is, during my third year I used the time-turner extensively. I studied it's magic; how it worked, the mechanics behind it and... eventually I got carried away." For just a fraction of a second, a shadow passed over Hermione's eyes, it was a half truth, she was omitting a lot, and the shadow that crossed her features was subtle, yet full of a thick, tangible darkness that momentarily seeped into the witch's frown, into the way her arms tensed ever so slightly beneath her sleeves and into the way the muscles in her hands tightened. Hermione was used to no one noticing these little habits, or noticing anything really. It had become ingrained into her life since before Hogwarts, even her natural intellect seemed to isolate her. Harry and Ron, her closest friends, had never picked up on the small details of her life; when she had her mishaps with her time-turner, her hair had been longer, her muscles more defined, and scars lined her skin yet they didn't even batter an eyelid. She doubted they even noticed some of the major details of her life. They only focused on what they wanted to see. Even now, everyone in this room didn't notice her minute fury, her magic silently thrashing beneath her skin. Their eyes simply lingered on her with curiosity. Everyone, except a dark haired witch whose onyx eyes roamed over her form with a searing intensity that caused Hermione to tense up, a shiver running its course along her spine. "A-anyways, my… little traipses in time provided me a wide breadth of experience and I know what I'm doing. I'm not qualified to handle her as a therapist, but I have … experience with people like her, so who else but me can take on the job?" Hermione swallowed nervously. She was more than capable, despite her own trauma, she had a plan. And more than that, she was careful. She also knew the time-turner had a variety of affects, such with the Mintumble case where she was aged hundreds of years. Hermione was lucky she had come back relatively the same and not a thousand years older. It made her heart race to think of the many effects of time travel she had managed to avoid. She was clever, she took as many precautions as possible.

Eloise Mintumble had been clever though, just as careful, and she had been aged five centuries. Yes. Hermione was indeed incredibly lucky.

"Bellatrix is a death eater! She's not some experiment for you to test your knowledge on. Hermione, dear, this is a job for St. Mungo's or a professional." Andromeda narrowed her eyes at the younger witch, a surge of protectiveness fuelling her determination. She would not allow the girl to spend any more time with Bellatrix, whether that was for Hermione's sake or Bellatrix's, she wasn't entirely sure. For Andromeda, this was a dangerously stupid plan. Bellatrix was, no... still is a danger, still a death eater, still the sister that burned her name off the family tree and scorned her for her choice of love. Still the witch that tortured Hermione. Despite her faith in Hermione, Andromeda was nowhere convinced that Bellatrix could change, not even Nymphadora's belief that her 'Aunt Bellatrix' had saved her could sway her. She stared at the brunette prodigy capturing everyone's attention and her gaze hardened as Hermione twiddled her thumbs and gave a small smile. This couldn't be good. "I swear to Merlin, Hermione Jean Granger, if you say that it's already been decided, I will cast an ebublio on you and leave you to Teddy!" Andromeda threatened with a curt raise of her eyebrow and an upward tilt of her chin. It was moments like these that Andromeda Tonks looked more like a Black, and it did not go unnoticed by her sisters.

"I loved that jinx! Didn't know you had it in you Andy! Wittle Andy casting wittle baby jinxes!" Bellatrix cackled, black hair tumbling forward as she shook with unhindered amusement. Andromeda for her part, was not as amused if the dark rising blush and indignant embarrassment was anything to go by, and as easy as the joke had come, the argument that followed came much easier.

"So help me, Bellatrix Black, I will put a muzzle on you if you don't shut up and leave our sister alone!" Narcissa snarled at her sister, glacial composure cracking. Bellatrix's mouth snapped shut as her eyes widened with a certain fear slinking into her irises that caused the witch to lean back and stare at Narcissa blankly, mouth agape, and if Hermione was right, which she often was, she was sure she could see hurt and betrayal flash in the dark witch's eyes.

How peculiar.

Bellatrix's change in demeanour was instant. Her lips momentarily pulled back to bare teeth before they fell and her eyes seemed to darken from their mirthful ink to a barbed, pitch sable. Even more peculiar was Narcissa's change. As soon as she had spoken, regret pooled in her cerulean blues; it seemed to weigh on her shoulders, forcing them to slump and it carved her scowl into a frown. Even Andromeda had deflated at the words. If Hermione wasn't mistaken, it seemed a line between the three sisters had been crossed. But over what? The mention of a muzzle?

Ridiculous.

Hermione was confused, more than confused. She was flummoxed, but more importantly, she was intrigued. It seemed there was much, much to learn about this Bellatrix. Fortunately, Hermione lived for learning.

"You wouldn't dare." Bellatrix's voice had dropped into something more… feral, and it dripped with a taut, carnal rabidity, layered with a smoky husk that forced a shiver to race along Hermione's spine. A snake coiled in her stomach, and Hermione found her fight or flight senses streaking through her veins with a sudden ferocity that was inextricable. Her heart pounded against birdcage ribs that now felt too small, too fragile to keep the sporadic muscle in place. Then, to make the situation worse, Bellatrix looked at Hermione. Swirling abysses pinning Hermione in place. Hermione never felt more like prey than in this moment, if it was possible, the brunette's heart doubled in its efforts to break from her chest. She was even sure she heard a low rumble in the back of the dark haired woman's throat. But as quickly as the witch had paralysed her, she released her, choosing to send a venomous stare towards her sister.

"Bella, I'm sorry, I… I didn't mean it." Narcissa drew into herself, the ice-queen visage melting in the face of Bellatrix Black's ire.

"Oh? You didn't?" Bellatrix cackled. It wasn't the same bloodthirsty one that many in the room were accustomed to, but it still held that same terrifying effect with the way she tossed her head back, black tendrils curling like fur standing on end and sharp incisors glinting in the light. "No, of course you didn't. No one ever means it, do they? Not you, not Andy, and definitely not Father!" This time, Bellatrix's laugh tumbled miserably from her lips and she hunched forward, shoulders trembling and hands clenched so tightly that Hermione was sure she could once again see droplets of blood. And for those who weren't immediate family, they sensed that this raw display of emotional, intimate turmoil was not meant for their eyes.

"Bella, she said she's sorry, please, you can tell she means it, just- just please calm down." Andromeda wrapped an arm around Narcissa's waist protectively, the blonde witch tensing at the touch before sinking into the warmth of her sister's embrace. Bellatrix's answering sneer was so visually vicious that Minerva took a step forward, standing in between the three, ready to intervene should this family matter turn violent, even with the dark witch magically bound.

"Does she?! Does she really mean it?! I know Father truly meant it when he chained me outside with the dogs he starved for days just to-"

"Bellatrix please, she just-"

"Oh shut up, Andromeda! Just. Shut. Up! SHUT THE FUCK UP." Bellatrix ground out hoarsely, lips pulled into a snarl as her breaths rattled her chest. Her head shaking from side to side, refusing to make eye contact with anyone, hands tangling in inky locks and magic sparking quietly from fingertips, as if she was trying to wake up from a nightmare. Minerva's wand slipped into her hand as she watched the dark woman begin to descend into a past despair that seemed to haunt her present.

"Bellatrix Lestrange, you will calm down this instant or you will hurt yours-"

"I AM NOT A LESTRANGE"

And there it was. That awful, mind deteriorating sound. Like someone dragging a knife across glass. That blast of magic and the resounding roar. A strangled, sobbing scream of pure frustration and pain. The screaming had lasted approximately ten seconds before Minerva recovered and cast a silencing charm on Bellatrix, who now in complete silence writhed on the floor. Taking a glance around the room, Hermione saw the devastating effects that Bellatrix had on others. Nymphadora had covered her mouth in shock, her hair a gloomy cobalt. Narcissa's face was buried in Andromeda's chest, the two clinging to each other as the blonde sister weeped, her sorrow evident in the way her sobs came tumultuously. Draco… Draco simply looked away. His normally slick back hair sticking up at different angles due to the blowback of his Aunt's burst of magic. Hermione, herself, was stunned once more. Except this time, the bright witch had been given a more in-depth snippet of the dark woman's life. Hermione swallowed down her pity as she reminded herself once more that she had a job to do, and it seemed a lot of it would be digging into Bellatrix Black's childhood and what turned her into Bellatrix Lestrange. Yes. Her plan would work.

"Hermione. If this isn't proof enough that my… estranged sister is too much to handle then I don't know what is." Andromeda murmured softly, her gentle voice nudging everyone out of their own thoughts.

"Andromeda, I understand. But… if we are to be better than the dark side, be better than the death eaters and he-who-shall-not-be-named, then we need to start somewhere. And no one is more perfect to start with, than Bellatrix Black, his right hand. And if we're all being really honest here, Bellatrix is someone who is in desperate need of help." Hermione spoke softly before tilting her chin towards the mess of black hair and twitching skin still mutely screaming on the floor. "Look at her, Andromeda. At least I'm someone who actually wants to help her, I could bet you galleons that anyone you find would sooner throw her under the bus than actually work with her." Hermione stared imploringly at the older Black sister, begging that she would see and understand how important this was. Andromeda stared back at the witch, deemed genius, thoughtfully before eventually sighing and hugging Narcissa just a little tighter.

"I truly hope you know what you're doing, Hermione Granger."

Hermione beamed brightly at that. "I always do."

Over the next few days, the transition of Bellatrix into Hogwarts was not the easiest one. The news of Bellatrix Lestrange's sentencing spread faster than fiendifyre, with many readers flocking to the captured death eater's location. Most were indignant, some heartbroken, and with very few understanding and supportive of the decision. However all were partially sated by the fact that the brains of the golden trio would be on the case. Eventually, the difficulties were ironed out and there had been two rooms specifically made on the grounds of Hogwarts for Hermione to rehabilitate Bellatrix. A safehouse built in the forbidden forest, not too far from Hagrids' Hut and a room of requirement connected via a floo for easy travel and for when Bellatrix was ready to leave the safehouse. Everything was in place and ready for Hermione to truly begin the main steps of her plan. It was around seven at night when Hermione walked down the path to the safehouse to meet Professor McGonnagal and Bellatrix herself, the warm night air tickling her cheeks and playing with her hair.

She replayed everything that had happened during and after Bellatrix's trial and many things stuck in her mind, but one in particular was that… Bellatrix had seen. No one ever saw. Yet the dark witch had seen her, had actually noticed the way her body and even her magic reacted to memories of her time travel experiences. She would have to be careful not to let the death eater learn anymore from her, at least anything she didn't want the witch to know. Knowledge is power, and Bellatrix knowing too much of her past could have undesired effects, it could give the woman power over her and the point of this was to get Bellatrix to relinquish power. To open up and reveal herself… more importantly reveal what she knows of Voldemort. After all, that was the purpose of all this planning. It also gave Narcissa and Andromeda a chance to get their sister back, as well as Draco and Nymphadora a chance to really bond with their Aunt. Looking up Hermione noticed the freshly built cabin come into view. It was a simple and rustic piece of work but still quite beautiful if she did say so herself. Despite it being in the forbidden forest, it was relatively peaceful, with bird songs drifting soothingly in the breeze and a quaint stream babbling nearby. If it wasn't for the purpose of rebuilding a death eater into a good person, Hermione would consider it a good holiday home. She sucked in a breath as she finally reached the barrier protecting the house where she was greeted by none other than Nymphadora Tonks.

"Wotcha, 'Mione!"

"Tonks? I didn't think they would allow you to be one of the aurors on this project. But it is a pleasant surprise, it's good to see a friendly face." She smiled warmly at the pink haired girl, wrapping her arms around her in a hug. She truly meant those words, when she returned to Hogwarts to make preparations, Harry had fought with her for hours. Fortunately he did eventually see reason after she told him her plan. Ron was a whole other story, he refused to understand. He had been the one to shun her, but once she got Harry on board he seemed to settle. Though he still consistently warned her, it was becoming quite taxing. He would stop her in the corridors, near the dorms, just to give her spiels about being safe and not letting her ideas get the best of her. In all honesty, Ron was driving her crazy. At least Neville had just avoided her. The only other person to understand her, apart from Draco, was Luna who was on board for changing the dark spriggans that clung to Bellatrix, whatever that meant. She sighed, releasing the girl who smiled brightly back at her.

"Well, no other aurors actually wanted the job unless it was to … well most of my colleagues' interests lied in Bellatrix not getting better, to say the least." Nymphadora's smile fell and her eyes hardened. "Obviously I was the only one who stepped up bearing no ill-will, and they made me sign a contract, vetted me, all that stuff." Hermione nodded in understanding; that made sense. Even one aurora would be enough, Hogwarts was protected property, there were heaps of barriers and restraints in place, McGonnagal was a panic button away, and they had Hagrid nearby anyways. This would be enough protection should anything happen, and the presence of Bellatrix's niece might work to her advantage.

"Is Professor McGonnagal here?"

"Yeah, she and Aunt Bellatrix went in about half an hour ago. They were arguing about the set up, last I heard them." Nymphadora shrugged and chuckled before allowing Hermione to press her ear against the door. It seemed quiet. No, that wasn't quite right, it was silent. McGonnagal was supposed to be waiting outside the door with Bellatrix. But if they went in? And they were arguing?

"Uh, 'Mione? What are you-"

Hermione reached for her wand before throwing open the door, a spell on the tip of her tongue before she stopped in the doorway, eyes wide as she watched a distraught and antagonised Minerva McGonnagal chastise a disgruntled Bellatrix Black. Hermione blinked in surprise, a warm blush spreading over cheeks. She forgot about the silencing charm to ward off students and those not yet authorised. And as she had not yet been put on the authorised list she would not have heard a thing until McGonnagal added her, which was also the point of today. Her first mistake. Nymphadora chuckled, coming to stand by the brunette in the doorway to watch the two.

"I still don't like it."

"For the last time, Bellatrix. You don't have to like it." Bellatrix pouted at this, arms crossed over her chest and eyes narrowed before huffing impatiently.

"Why can't we just move it."

"Because Miss. Black, you don't get to make the rules here! Stop acting like a child over a table!" Minerva threw her hands upwards in exasperation, glasses slipping slightly to the left and strands of hair coming out of place whilst Bellatrix simply feigned an aghast expression, hand held over her heart.

"I am not a child. At best I am a mopey teenager." Bellatrix grinned devilishly at the dishevelled and clearly fed up professor before lazily glancing at Hermione. "Ah welcome, muddy! Perhaps you will see just how right I am about this bloody table!" She laughed mirthfully, rocking back on her heels as she did so.

"Miss Granger, thank Merlin you're finally here. This witch is insufferable, I truly feel for you and the task you have given yourself." Minerva approached Hermione calmly, running a hand to smooth errant hairs and to right crooked glasses. "That is, if you still are absolutely sure about this? There's still time for someone else to do this."

"Professor, whilst I appreciate your concern… everyone's concern, I am dedicated to this." Hermione met the older woman's gaze head on, her Gryffindor spirit roaring at the challenge presented. Eventually, Minerva sighed and reluctantly stepped to the side to allow the girl to walk forward. "You can go, Professor." Bellatrix sat surprisingly silent during the exchange, choosing to pick at her teeth despite the manacles still clamped around her wrists.

"Go? Miss Granger is that such a wise idea?"

"Please, Professor, if this is to work at all, it needs to be just me and Bellatrix. I have the emergency coin and there's the floo for you to make a house call whenever you need. Tonks will be right outside and even Hagrid is a short run from here." Minerva frowned at the thought of actually leaving her favourite student alone with the death eater but slowly relented. She trusted Hermione, the witch was brighter than almost anyone she'd ever met, and she had taken many security precautions. She would be okay.

After a shared embrace, Minerva left the cabin and Nymphadora resumed her position outside the door. The moment Minerva left, Bellatrix shifted on her feet, watching curiously as the younger witch fished around in her robe pockets. A few seconds later and the brunette produced a bland, silver coloured box. Hermione levelled a cool look at Bellatrix as she opened the box for Bellatrix to look at.

"I convinced the ministry to try my idea of bracelets for keeping your powers bound instead of those god awful chains. They should hurt less too." Hermione spoke softly, a little unsurely but still had a good amount of confidence regardless. Bellatrix frowned at the girl, confusion once again swarming her brain.

"Why would it matter if it hurt less? I imagined you of all people would want me hurting, mudblood." Bellatrix cracked a grin at the girl, one that was teasing and showed teeth. One that she was used to getting a fearful reaction from. However, Hermione just watched her, brown, calculating eyes carefully checking the woman over.

"No one deserves that kind of pain, no matter what they did. I believe the same with Azkaban." Hermione took two silver bracelets from the box, gently unclasping them, inspecting the quality of the devices before approaching the other witch slowly, the way one might a wounded animal. Bellatrix's lips pulled up at this, a low growl burning in the back of her throat. The girl was lying. She had to be. She didn't even react to the slur. The girl was lying through her teeth.

"Is that so? What if I believe I deserve it?" Bellatrix's stare hardened at the girl as she simply clasped the bangle-looking devices around her wrists and then vanished the heavy chains. Bellatrix glanced at them, they weren't connected, she could move her hands without restriction. Her initial growling quietened at the prospect of more physical freedom and she stared at the objects thoughtfully; turning her wrists over a few times curiously, flexing her fingers for good measure and then stretching out her arms. Her lips pulled up ever so slightly at the feeling. "I could kill you without magic, you know? Just strangle you or tear your throat out and it would be over." Bellatrix said this with little intent, there was no venom, it was an empty threat. It almost seemed thoughtful, curious.

Hermione watched the death eater quietly, observing the other woman's reactions and saving anything important in her memory for later. Listening to the intimidating rumbles in her throat settle, a warmth of pride settled in Hermione's stomach as the woman relaxed a bit more. Enough to even unconsciously let the tiniest smile out before the girl. "I know you could. But you won't. And If you think that you truly deserve it… then I think you have a sadness in you, one that shows that you regret the things you did." Hermione tried to choose her words carefully, she honestly wasn't entirely sure if Bellatrix regretted anything, but she had seen the way the witch reacted to her past and she understood things she did wrong, even if she didn't care that they were wrong. A moral compass suggests morals. Bellatrix must feel something, and if she doesn't now, she will eventually. It's all a matter of progress and experimentation. Trial and error. For now, it seemed giving the woman freedom to actually move was a step forward.

Bellatrix regarded the girl before her carefully. Her face slipped into an impassive mask. "You're a fool to think that. I don't regret anything."

Bellatrix's gaze lingered on the girl. At the beginning of this journey to war she liked to imagine she didn't regret a thing, but as time went on she knew things had changed. But there was no room for feelings like regret, sympathy or empathy. Such things would get you killed. Bellatrix honestly didn't remember if she regretted anything anymore. Sometimes she would feel something, a wallowing sadness burrowing in her heart, but that would be quashed immediately by the Dark Lord. The girl was a fool, she was naive. She had no idea what it was like. Watching the brunette double check the bracelets she began to wonder if the brunette was just stupid or if she had an insane amount of that ridiculous Gryffindor courage that their house took so much pride in. Hermione then stumbled over the rug on the floor causing Bellatrix to grin ferally. Definitely stupid. Flustered, Hermione cleared her throat and threw a glare over her shoulder at the snickering woman behind her.

"What do you think of the house?" Hermione ventured slowly, clicking her tongue as she ran her fingers over the mahogany wood of the fireplace.

"I don't like the table."

"What's wrong with it?"

"It needs to be moved more towards the centre of the living room. In front of that couch." Bellatrix gestured between the table near the window and the couch in the centre of the room, her eyes alight with excitement. "And then get a different table to go near the window. Perhaps one where you could actually sit and enjoy a cup of tea whilst looking out the window. That would look much better." Hermione was surprised. Who knew the witch had a thing for decorating, she almost smiled at the witch's behaviour before she crossed her arms. Except she wasn't just the witch, she was a death eater. Hermione would have to remember that.

"Since when does a death eater care about home decoration."

Bellatrix looked over her shoulder at the little witch behind her. It was like a curtain had been drawn apart. She momentarily forgot who this witch was. And that… she was at this present moment, still a prisoner. A lab rat to her, to her people. Bellatrix straightened and mirrored the girls crossed arms, staring defiantly at the witch's insolence. "I was more than a death eater, obviously."

"I find that hard to believe." Hermione chuckled darkly. "From what I've seen, you were made to be death eater, you even admitted it yourself to me." Bellatrix frowned, watching how quickly the girls eyes swirled from honey to raked dirt.

"I didn't say that."

Hermione scoffed at that answer, her hands moving to ball at her sides. "Why lie now, Bellatrix?! You said to me that you were born to-"

"Be a monster."

Hermione froze as Bellatrix locked eyes with her. Oleaginous black mixing with a buried sorrow that tinged her irises and swam in the inky colour. Hermione felt her heart clench painfully and she wanted to look away but the dark witch held her gaze, demanded it.

"A monster. Not a death eater." Bellatrix finally broke their gaze and looked out the window silently. "I will retire to my room to… settle in. Are… are there clothes for me?" Hermione watched as Bellatrix drew her arms closer to herself, insecurely? The witch even hesitated. Twice. That was… different. Hermione swallowed, she didn't expect to feel guilty.

"Um, yes. It'll be in the dresser or the closet. Narcissa sent some of your belongings."

"I see. I appreciate that. Goodnight, mudblood." Bellatrix sneered and sauntered off to the back of the cabin. Back to the slurs? Hermione frowned and sighed. She should have expected that. 'I may have just destroyed the progress we just made.' Hermione thought angrily. She let her anger get the better of her and now Bellatrix once again had every single defence back up. Hermione grumbled in frustration and flinched when she heard the bedroom door slam. Slowly, Hermione walked to the bedroom and listened quietly. From what she could hear the dark witch was acquainting herself with her room. By throwing, what Hermione imagined, was the bedside lamp at a wall. She sighed and knocked gently.

"I'll be back in the morning. Goodnight, Black." Hearing no response, Hermione rubbed the back of her neck anxiously before leaving the house, the front door locking magically behind her.

Nymphadora nodded to her as she passed and Hermione gave a half-hearted smile back before waving goodbye to the young auror.

Bellatrix sat cross-legged on the bed in the room. Gripping the sheets beneath her angrily. She wanted to destroy everything around her, she had far too much energy. Sighing she took a few calming breaths, it didn't help, not much anyways, she still wanted to tear apart the bed, the wallpaper, all of it. But she already broke the lamp, and she wanted to at least live comfortably if she was to stay here. Bellatrix counted to ten in her head, she thought of a few different riddles she was taught when she younger and eventually her heart rate slowed and her breathing evened out. Bellatrix stared at the strange contraptions locked around her wrists curiously. They weren't tight, but they weren't loose, and they were light. She hated to admit it, but the young muggleborn was right, these were far better than chains. Bellatrix's energy began to simmer as she observed the devices. It was like jewellery. Bellatrix sighed and flopped backwards, her head cradled by a feather-soft pillow. Her eyes fluttered at the feeling, she hadn't slept in a bed, a real bed in years. Slowly, gently, as if she was afraid someone was watching, Bellatrix turned and buried her face into the sheets, it had many different scents, a soft blossom smelling fabric softener and… some smells she couldn't quite place, but they were all pleasant. Bellatrix recounted how the last few days… or weeks, maybe months? She lost track of time a lot. But a lot had happened, a part of her was still in disbelief at the outcome but one thing stuck out to her as she began to drift to sleep. That mudblood… that muggleborn… Bellatrix growled at herself for her thoughts changing and drew the covers over her head. The pretty witch had seen her. No one ever saw. Not truly, people saw the anger, the fury. Only her sisters ever saw the pain, but in recent years she had become a master at covering it from them as well. Yet the little witch had actually noticed the way her body and even her magic reacted to her memories. Most people assumed she was just angry, that she was crazy, they didn't see The pain and sadness that wracked her. She would have to be careful not to let the golden girl learn any more from her, at least anything she didn't want the witch to know. Knowledge was power after all.

The next morning found Hermione nestled in a shaft of sunlight; warm, grey sheets wrapping loosely around her. The previous night had left her thoughts tumultuous, errant theories and curiosities wreaking havoc in her mind, leaving the young witch with very little sleep. As daybreak tickled her cheeks, Hermione turned over once more, twisting so that her face became buried in the charcoal pillow beneath before groaning as not a second later her phone alarm went off. The young witch flung her arm outwards towards the shrieking device, promptly slamming her hand down on the phone in an attempt to crush the infernal noise. After unsuccessfully turning her phone off and succeeding at knocking it onto the floor, Hermione simply cast a silencing charm on her phone, grumbling in frustration as she was forced to sit up. Swinging her feet over the side of her bed, Hermione ran her hand through her hair, working through some of the kinks before taking a brush to the knots in her curls. As Hermione looked at herself in the mirror she began to glare, a thin scar ran just beneath her collarbone, the tail of it curving upwards ever so slightly. It was one of the reasons Hermione preferred to wear turtlenecks and other clothes that covered the majority of her body. It wasn't that she was ashamed of her body, or even the scars. She simply knew that they would draw attention to her, attention that quite frankly she didn't need, and no longer needed. Once upon a time a part of her may have craved the worry and attention of her friends. But she was different now, she no longer worried about friendship circles or other trivial matters. She was focused on her studies, her work. Magic and science. Harry and Ron never took notice of her scars before, but she knew once they did notice they would make it all about them. Hermione's fingers tightened around her hairbrush, her magic beginning to writhe beneath her skin. She grit her teeth as she once again came to the conclusion that it was easier to hide. The scars, her thoughts, the truth. To hide all of it. Her eyes narrowed as she tilted her chin, examining a much more faded cut that wrapped around her throat and touched the edge of her chin. Sighing she put the brush down. She couldn't let these thoughts consume her, she had a project to get back to. Her focus. Bellatrix. She had to go check on the dark witch before she went to classes today and having the infuriating woman notice more about her was not an option. A soft purring pulled at Hermione's attention and the young witch smiled as a warmth pressed against her leg. Crookshanks always knew when she was in need of comfort. Her familiar was one of the only things that anchored her in this world. Lazily threading her fingers through Crookshanks fur, Hermione's shoulders relaxed, and her eyes slipped shut as her breathing evened out.

"Thank you, Crookshanks." She whispered lovingly. Staring into the kneazles amber tinted eyes, a thought struck Hermione. Perhaps a soothing presence like Crookshank would put Bellatrix more at ease. Judging from the witch's seemingly animalistic behaviour it would be worth a shot. Hermione filed the idea away, it was one that would need to be implemented slowly. Hermione grinned, this Bellatrix was perhaps one of the most interesting people she had met. Psychotic? Yes...hateful? Absolutely. But interesting nonetheless. She had so many questions and ideas for the witch. If this succeeded, not only could they finally find Voldemort, his weaknesses and possibly even end him but it could also reshape the wizarding worlds view on its prison system. She had to succeed.

After finishing her morning routine, Hermione strolled through the corridors, books in hand as she made her way out of the school, fully aware of the tuft of ginger following close behind, and the scruff of black at his side. Hermione grumbled to herself as she turned yet another corner to try and shake them off her trail, yet despite her best efforts, the boys were relentless and she eventually slowed her brisk walk to a complete stop in order to throw them a glare over her shoulder.

"Harry, Ron, I know you're following me, so can we please stop stalking me so you can just ask me what you want to." She said sharply, her tone slicing into the boy's confidence and making embarrassment bleed out. Harry rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and looked away as Ron started to turn pink.

"I'm sorry, Hermione. It was Ron's idea, he just wanted to make sure that you were alright you know? That you know what you're doing and-"

"Whatever it is you're about to say, just stop. We've had this argument a million times!" Hermione snapped, her anger rising as the same argument was about to start for fifteenth time. "You both could have just talked to me, although I'm not sure having the same conversation again and again is productive." Hermione's grip tightened on the books in her hands as she narrowed her eyes at her so-called best friends. Where was the trust? The faith?

"'Mione, we're just worried about you, you have to understand. Love, this is a dangerous game you're playing. This could put everyone in danger." Ron stepped towards the girl, his eyes shining with worry and frustration at the brunette's behaviour. He didn't understand why she couldn't let someone else deal with this mess. If he was honest, there was a lot about Hermione he didn't quite understand. Especially her distance after their kiss. He wished the witch would spell it out for him because quite frankly he didn't know what was right or wrong anymore. All he wanted to do is protect her and finally start their life together. "You're hanging out with Malfoy of all people, you're going to be spending time with his deranged death-eater aunt. Love, you've changed-"

"I don't see how who my friends are concerns you, Ron. And since you, nor any of the other students have access to her, she doesn't pose a threat to anybody right now. Not to mention the wards in place, or the fact that she's confined to that space, oh and there's even an auror constantly patrolling. Her powers are sealed and oh what else!" Hermione's sharpness slipped into that of a steel sword as she glared at the boys, her magic writhing, barely contained at her fingertips. "How about the fact that the 'brightest witch of her age' is on the case, that's what you all call me isn't it? So pray tell, what on earth are you worried for!" She stepped forward into Ron's space, the redhead instantly feeling his protective energy dissipate at her anger, so much so that he physically deflated as he stumbled back.

"She's still a death eater! The right hand of you-know-who! She's a notorious bully, and to top it off, I heard she-"

"So what? You wanted to find out where she's being kept so you could do something about it? Are you forgetting she is key in our plan to find you-know-who!" Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron's foolishness. Harry at least had the decency to look ashamed.

"No! I… we just… I wanted to make sure that you know what you're doing. That you were safe." Ron finished flatly, his eyes pinned to the floor as his cheeks burned in humiliation. Hermione's lips curled at the display and she scoffed, turning away from the two.

"Well, thank you for the faith in me. I am, as you can see, very much safe. So, if that's all, I've got work to do." She began to walk, leaving the two behind as hot angry tears burned at her cheeks. How could Ron accuse of her putting everyone in danger? That stung more than they could possibly know. After trying to keep her friends, this school, everybody safe for so long, how could he? Hermione wiped angrily at her cheeks and tried to focus on her destination as she left the school gates.

The sunlight kissed her cheeks as she stepped out, and she closed her eyes at the feeling of the wind gently pulling her hair backwards. Nature seemed to curl around Hermione in almost every way. After the witch composed herself and began her walk to the cabin, life amongst the trees appeared to be in full swing, birds were singing, the trees looked greener, flowers were swaying and in general it seemed the woods were dancing. Sunlight filtering through branches like glitter and a river nearby was humming softly. Hermione smiled warmly, relaxed. She was glad this was the location she picked for this project, the entire area put her mind at ease and being somewhere uncrowded or loud meant Bellatrix would get some peace without having to stare at a cement wall in Azkaban. Everything was in place for a reason, it was all a part of her plan. As she took the final turn behind a tree she stepped past the glamour that was put up a good few metres before the wards, the magic rippling around her form as she continued. She smiled to herself, she had thought of everything, the glamour itself disguised the area and the cabin, anyone who didn't know it was there would simply be compelled to turn around after seeing nothing but winding trees. And if anyone was to get past that they would have to get through the wards, which would be near impossible. Hermione was proud of her work, and was sure of its stability and efficiency. Nothing would get in the way.

"Wotcha, Hermione!" Tonks grinned as she saw the brunette enter the wards.

"Hey, Tonks. How are you?" Hermione smiled as she walked to stand in front of the taller girl. She looked tired but otherwise happy.

"Oh, I'm good. Great! Things with Teddy have been going really well and mum said she would like to meet with Bellatrix soon. She's actually been getting closer with Aunty Narcissa, they have tea now. Tea! Imagine." Tonks laughed as she tried to portray the image of Andromeda and Narcissa sharing cups of tea and scones. "Bellatrix… well she doesn't make a lot of noise. Sometimes we talk. And I mean talk without her biting my head off which is also great. We actually get along pretty well, although she loses interest rather quickly." She smiled brightly at Hermione who took all the information in with no trouble.

"I see. That's… good. Progressive. For everyone involved actually, I imagine once me and Bellatrix have a few more sessions we can allow visitations." Hermione commented off-handedly, new ideas for reform shaping in her mind quickly before she was suddenly engulfed by Tonks. The pink haired witch's arms holding her tightly as the woman's scent of lavender invaded her senses.

"Thank you, Hermione. Honestly, the fact that even just speaking with her is possible is… is amazing considering we all thought she wanted to kill us. My family and I can't thank you enough." Tonks whispered softly, gently grasping the younger witch's shoulder. "This is what hope looks like." Hermione stood still in her arms, before smiling and hugging the woman back.

"I'm glad you all see it that way." She murmured back. Tonks frowned and let the other girl go before smiling supportively.

"It'll get better." Tonks murmured softly. Hermione smiled back and nodded, although she wasn't entirely convinced. "You can head in, Bellatrix has been pretty quiet today. Probably sleeping all day." She snorted and Hermione nodded, her curiosity rising. After thanking Nymphadora, Hermione opened the door and stepped into the living room of the cabin, securing the door behind her. Looking up, Hermione locked eyes with Bellatrix whose arms were currently wrapped around the table that she had managed to lift fully off the ground. Bellatrix held her gaze for several seconds before she deadpanned and dropped the table.

"Mudblood." She greeted blankly before inspecting her nails as if she hadn't just lifted a table that was twice the length of her, although as Hermione walked closer she could see a very faint pink colouring the witch's cheeks.

"Black." Hermione responded, a small smile tugging at her lips at the witch's behaviour. "You really don't like the table there do you?" Bellatrix snorted, a sneer lingering at the edges of her lips as she eyed the other witch.

"I thought I had made that extremely clear."

"I take it you didn't like the lamp in your room either." Bellatrix balked at this, her gaze dropping to the floor in what looked to be heavily guarded guilt.

"At least you didn't break the table." Hermione grinned, amusement lingering in her voice. Bellatrix glanced up in surprise at the easy tone the girl had taken with her, it seemed the pretty muggleborn was in a good mood. Hermione sighed softly and took a seat in one of the armchairs she had previously set up in the room.

"I… didn't expect you to return so quick." Bellatrix admitted quietly. It was a small admission but the weight of it was more than it seemed, Hermione observed the dark witch for a moment. By admitting that, Bellatrix showed worry, or perhaps resignation that this rehabilitation had come to an end before it even started. Hermione smiled internally, it was another step forward, even if the witch denied it, she wanted this to start and continue.

"Well, this whole idea was mine, it would be unprofessional of me not to stick with it just because of one incident. Besides, yesterday was… my fault." Hermione crossed her arms, looking at the rug beneath her feet, she needed to make Bellatrix feel comfortable, and if yesterday was any indicator, Hermione would have to be careful of the darker thoughts that passed her mind. Bellatrix stared dumbfoundedly at the witch before her. She couldn't remember the last time someone didn't blame her for something, it was a strange occurrence. But, it showed the girl was being honest about actually wanting to work with her, and so… Bellatrix sat down on the couch opposite her. She wouldn't admit it, but it felt good not being treated like a complete animal. To feel something other than pain around another. Bellatrix took in Hermione, she looked tired, if slightly irritated despite her friendliness today. Perhaps the witch wasn't sleeping well or something was on her mind. Not that it bothered Bellatrix.

"You look like shit." No, it did not bother Bellatrix at all.

Hermione looked up in surprise, a look of sheer shock encapsulated in her features before mirth started to fill doe eyes and she burst into laughter. Bellatrix's brows furrowed as she played with her nails awkwardly.

"I feel like shit." Hermione laughed once more before splaying her hand across her face in an attempt to calm herself. Bellatrix looked more confused than before and it was causing too much amusement for Hermione which made the dark witch quick to anger. Bellatrix began to scowl.

"Why are you laughing, muddy!"

"You just have a way with words." Hermione continued to laugh as Bellatrix frowned. The younger witch eventually calmed and lazily smiled at the dark witch, catching the other off-guard who in return scowled. "Anyways, I wanted to come by before my class started to see how you were doing."

"So?" Bellatrix picked at her teeth, disinterested.

"So… how are you doing?"

Bellatrix gave the girl an appraising look, her eyes narrowing on the brunette. "As well as someone who can't go outside can do." At this Hermione frowned, she opened her mouth to comment but Bellatrix tilted her chin and continued. "Why do you feel like shit." She bared her teeth only slightly, a defence to deflect Hermione's own questions. The younger witch knew what the black haired woman was doing and sat back, debating whether to share her troubles with the boys this morning. Hermione folded her hands and blew a strand of hair out of her face.

"I had an argument with… my friends. On a topic which we have discussed extensively, yet they still choose to bother me about it." Hermione hummed thoughtfully near the end as she recalled her previous altercations with the boys.

"I take it these friends are Potter and the Weasel boy."

"Weasley… but yes, them."

"Is there a difference?" Bellatrix snorted before waving her hand dismissively. "I could always just kill them for you, for the right price that is." Bellatrix continued picking her teeth and Hermione wasn't sure if that was meant to be a joke and it seemed neither did Bellatrix. She sat up straighter, her gaze sharpening.

"Is that how your Dark Lord got you to do his bidding?" She ventured. Bellatrix paused momentarily in her ki cleaning. Eyes as dark as night fell upon Hermione a second later, and once more Hermione was reminded of a storm, of thunder and lightning. But none of that came, Bellatrix instead uttered a single word.

"No."

"Will you tell me what it was?"

"No."

Silence fell after and Hermione bit her cheek as she struggled to bring back the calm conversation. Bellatrix's attention had now turned back to the table by the window. Hermione followed her line of sight and fiddled with her jumper.

"You know that's meant to be a dinner table. That's why it's against the window."

"I know."

Hermione frowned, looking at the dark witch then back at the table. "Then why do you want it in front of the couch?"

"Because it'll tie the room together better, besides the table is long but not that tall. It'll look better as a coffee table but you can still use it for meals." Hermione's curiosity got the better of her and she leaned forward intrigued.

"Why do you know this much about interior-design?"

"I…" Bellatrix turned her attention from the table back to Hermione and began to glare. Her lips curled and Hermione was briefly stunned at how sharp the woman's teeth were. "Do you always ask so many questions?" Bellatrix growled quietly to herself as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Sometimes. Less so now than before." Hermione replied, bitterness tinging the end of her sentence.

"Because of whatever happened when you travelled through time?"

This time it was Hermione's turn to glare and she shifted in her seat, crossing one leg over the other. "No. It was actually after I started school." Hermione chose not to elaborate, she was taught from a young age by her peers not to ask too many questions as the results were… unfavourable. But the dark witch didn't need to know that.

"Hm how boring." Bellatrix remarked uncaringly, flopping backwards unceremoniously into the couch. "Wittle muddy was bullied. What a sob story." Bellatrix didn't even flinch at the spike in Hermione's magic, instead she just threw a lazy glance at the girl.

Hermione was becoming quickly furious with the dark witch's perceptiveness, her nails digging into the arm rests. She sucked in a breath. She couldn't retaliate angrily or the dark witch would shut down once more, she had to remember Bellatrix's scathing behaviour was created as a defence mechanism, at least that's what she theorised. Hermione, closed her eyes and sighed heavily coming to the conclusion that if she wanted the other witch to give information, she would also have to give something.

"Yes, it is a sob story. Which is why I don't care for it." This surprised Bellatrix, who turned her head to fully look at Hermione who sat still, the epitome of calm and collected. Hermione shrugged at Bellatrix's furrowed brows, before reaching into the bag she had brought with her to pull out a few books. "I figured you would get bored doing nothing but… moving tables apparently, so I brought you some reading material." Bellatrix frowned at the witch before her.

"Why?"

"Because I'd like for you to trust me, and making this place more comfortable for you seems to be a good step forward."

"I could just be using you to get better stuff." Bellatrix raised a brow and huffed as Hermione smiled back at her.

"For some reason, I don't believe you are doing that, besides, they're only books." Hermione stood and held out the thin paperbacks to the dark witch who simply stared at her. After a minute, Bellatrix hesitantly snatched the books out of Hermione's hands. Her eyes browsed a couple of the titles and she sneered.

"Is this muggle literature?"

"I'm surprised you didn't say mudblood."

Bellatrix hummed thoughtfully. "I misspoke. Let me rephrase, is this filthy mudblood literature?" She sneered and showed teeth whilst Hermione simply smiled at the witch. Bellatrix growled to herself, irritated that the witch wasn't scared of her nor once again had no reaction to the slurs she had used.

"It is, but I thought these ones in particular would be of interest. The way muggles think our world works is quite entertaining." Hermione shrugged and held her hand back out to the witch. "But if you're not interested I can always just take them back." Bellatrix sunk further into the couch at the offending hand and growled bringing the books closer to her. Hermione smirked at the display, 'Got you' she thought. Bellatrix's face became blank almost instantly as she realised what she had done and immediately threw the books beside her uncaringly, though she didn't dare give Hermione a response, instead choosing to roll her eyes and snap her teeth at the girls fingers. Hermione began to grin but quickly masked it.

"Are you ready to start treating me as your therapist?" She smirked as the woman's eyes lingered on the books beside her before snapping to brown orbs. Bellatrix debated with herself internally, on one hand giving the girl snippets of what she wanted to hear could be beneficial in getting her early release from this rehabilitation crap, on the other, she would be giving the girl… the order something to use against her. Bellatrix crossed her arms as she thought. The main issue was the Dark Lord. If he was to find her or even learn that she had given in to the orders plans... she might as well have been given the dementors kiss as nothing would compare to the dark lords' wrath. She shivered. She glanced once more at Hermione and her brows furrowed, confusion swirling inside her before she crossed her arms. Bellatrix frowned deeply, since speaking with the witch the other day, her mind had eased ever so slightly. Was it selfish of her to want more of that? To want the dark lord's voice out of her head, to have a piece of sanity returned to her?

Bellatrix uncrossed her arms.

"I'll treat you how you deserve, muddy." She finally growled in response.

"So, is that a yes?"

Bellatrix glared. Grumbling, she conceded and leant backwards, blowing hair out of her face.

"For now. What would you like to know, all wise and compassionate, mudbaby?" Bellatrix smiled sweetly, sarcasm mincing her words, yet seeing the witch's face light up was enough to diminish her harsh tone. Bellatrix threw her glare to the floor instead.

"Thank you. And for now, what's the deal with the table?" Bellatrix chewed her cheek thoughtfully before deciding 'fuck it, I've got nothing to lose.'

"Growing up, my mother let me re-decorate Andy's and Cissy's rooms. Then one of the lounges, her bedroom, the garden, the library. It helped with keeping me busy, I guess. I enjoyed it." Bellatrix folded her arms.

Hermione simply nodded in response. So it was a familial nostalgia for Bellatrix. She wanted to make some notes but she thought it best if this was just a casual discussion for today.

"Thank you for telling me, sounds like you and your mother were close?"

"Not really." Bellatrix leant her head back, letting dark curls cascade down the back of the couch. "She just didn't want me breaking shit, and directing my energy into organisation worked, so she made use of it. That's all."

"You don't think she was encouraging you to do it? To find an outlet?"

Bellatrix laughed emptily. "Oh she was definitely encouraging it, but not because she wanted me to be an interior designer or whatever, she would rather have me burned at a stake than do something so… muggle." She smirked at Hermione. "A proud and noble, bratty and snotty pure blood would never dare."

Hermione nearly cracked a smile. She was surprised the dark witch was being so… scornful towards her pure blood heritage. "Im surprised to hear you say that considering how often you throw the term mudblood around."

"Old habits die hard I guess."

"I guess."

"What of yourself?" Hermione blinked in surprise. She didn't think Bellatrix would take an interest.

"What do you mean?"

"Well from what I know of you, you're the brightest witch of your age, yet I don't know much about you, which is weird by the way. Surely you have other aspirations? Babysitting a death eater can't be your career prospect." Bellatrix teased, impish grin firmly in place. Hermione couldn't help but smile in return, she was Infectious.

Perhaps this Bellatrix really was different.

"Well maybe it is, seeing as I can't seem to escape you, maybe it's my destiny." Hermione grinned back playfully. Bellatrix's brow furrowed in response, whilst she enjoyed the playful banter, she didn't quite understand the intent behind those words.

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing." Defensive. Hermione was being defensive. Bellatrix wanted to probe more, and she wasn't one to deny herself.

"Is it to do with time travel?"

"Morgana, how are you this perceptive?" Hermione grumbled to herself quietly, she glanced at Bellatrix who had seemed to hear her perfectly. She blushed and looked away before sighing.

"Yes. It's to do with time travel."

"Can you tell me more?" Bellatrix perked up quickly.

"No."

"Oh come on muddy, you can't dangle time travel in front of me and expect me not to bite!"

"Have you never seen a film or read a book? One of the first rules of time travel is to not talk about it or interrupt the timelines." Hermione rolled her eyes. Bellatrix was very stubborn it seemed. She knew this already, but it was clear as day in this moment.

"So?"

"So I can't just tell you about time travel."

"Well that's fucking boring." Bellatrix groaned, dramatically throwing her arm over her eyes and scowling.

"Can I ask you something?"

"You mean you haven't already been asking me nosy questions? Why miss mudblood, how kind of you to ask!" Bellatrix cackled, sitting upright to smirk at Hermione who in turn huffed. Bellatrix couldn't help the small smile beginning to morph her smirk. The witch was cute. Why did she have to be cute. Bellatrix groaned again before rolling her eyes as Hermione gave her a look with very big, very soft brown eyes. "Whatever. Ask away."

Hermione chewed her lip. She figured this would be an upsetting conversation and may set Bellatrix off so she had to be careful.

"Why don't you like being called Lestrange? Didn't you marry Rudolphus?" Hermione asked softly, tentatively, each word carefully tiptoeing along ice. Bellatrix quirked her brow at Hermione.

"Because I'm a Black, and I never wanted to be that poor excuse of a man's wife. I did it because father told me to, I didn't really have a choice." Bellatrix sighed and leant back. "Never shagged him though, wasn't really my type anyways." Bellatrix winked at Hermione suggestively, a feral smirk slipping easily into place.

Hermione frowned. "Why? Did you not love him?"

"Fuck no" Bellatrix glanced at Hermione, it seemed the girl didn't really understand pure blood politics. "Politics, sweetheart. I was essentially sold off, more money, more power, more status. I thought you were a know-it-all?" Bellatrix stuck her tongue out at Hermione teasingly. She appreciated Hermione being careful about how she felt regarding Rudolphus. She didn't have to, she hated the git, and she despised people calling her by HIS last name. It made her skin crawl.

"I'm sorry."

"What?"

"It must have been difficult being with someone you didn't love."

"It is what it is. We do what we must for our families."

A quiet understanding stretched between the two and Hermione smiled gratefully.

"Well, this was a good start. I've got my class to get to but I'll be back just after lunch, Black."

"Wait! That's it?"

"Why? Do you want me to stay longer?" It was Hermione's turn to smirk playfully, the tiniest hint of banter slipping into her tone that it could be considered almost flirty. Almost.

"I… whatever mudblood." Bellatrix bit her lip and stayed quiet.

"I'll see you later, okay? Don't break anything else, and no lifting things that weigh more than you." Hermione then left the cabin, leaving a huffing Bellatrix Black in the living room.

Hermione started the walk back to the school with a bright smile on her face. The amount of progress she had just made was incredible and she was more than thrilled with Bellatrix's behaviour. In the few moments she had spent with her, she had learnt so much and had seen the changes in the dark witch almost instantly. It made Hermione wonder what the line between the amicable, if somewhat brash, witch inside the cabin and the witch that had committed murder as easy as pouring herself a glass of water was.

Five days later and Hermione was in a very chipper mood. Her and Bellatrix had fallen into an easy routine and although a lot of their conversations steered away from the order and of Voldemort and the war, it was still good progress for lowering Bellatrix's defences. Hermione was ecstatic. Not only was her project going well, Bellatrix was actually being rather friendly. Sure the witch called her a mudblood every other sentence but it lacked venom and fire. Bellatrix was charming and funny and actually rather intelligent, she knew a lot about spells and magic that Hermione herself wasn't even aware of. It was nice talking to someone who shared her interests, who challenged her and made her laugh. She had talked about how well it was going with Harry and Ron ever since that second day, about her plans and Harry had supplied some helpful feedback, some ideas too, Ron mostly listened or tried to argue her decisions. They argued a lot actually. Sometimes Harry took her side, sometimes his. It was tiring and it was weighing on her mind but she tried not to let it quell her excitement. She would still try and update them, they were her friends.

When Hermione arrived at her first class of the day her mood instantly fell at seeing Delores Umbridge standing next to a very uncomfortable Professor Slughorn. Hermione inwardly scowled, she wished the woman died in the woods. Despite everything Umbridge had played very well at keeping her alliances hidden, Hermione knew better. Yet somehow she had managed to keep her ties to the dark side quiet. It was incredibly frustrating, especially since she liked to pick on her. The woman being here also meant that her project with Bellatrix was at risk if Umbridge stuck her nose into it, she would make sure Umbridge had zero idea where Bellatrix was being hidden. Hermione grit her teeth as beady eyes locked onto her, malicious intent sparkling.

"Miss Granger, cutting the time a little close aren't we?" Umbridge smiled sweetly, her eyes glinting with the promise of pain if she had actually been late.

"Ah um… sorry Professor." Umbridge simply smiled in response and looked at the class, Hermione took that as she was being dismissed and so made her way to her seat. Her eyes brightened noticing Draco in the seat next to hers. The blonde haired Slytherin smirked at her and nodded his head as she sat next to him. 'Perhaps this class won't be complete torment' Hermione thought as Draco leaned closer to her. Hermione briefly glanced up, and her nose wrinkled; 'Draught of Peace'. Hermione scoffed quietly, using such a potion was a temporary fix, there was no use for long term practise and-

"You okay? You look like shite." He murmured quietly, keeping his eyes on his notebook as Slughorn began his lecture on today's potion. Hermione paused, immediately reminded of dark hair and a sneer. She looked at Draco in surprise before looking away as Umbridge's eyes began to linger on her. Her heart spiked at the connection and she frowned at the feeling.

"I had another fight with Harry and Ron a few days ago… and yesterday, and this morning." She whispered, pen scrawling against paper. "Are all your family this perceptive or is it just you and your aunt?" She grumbled to herself. Draco blinked in surprise at the question and chuckled.

"I would take a guess and say we all are. The boys are Gryffindor's, Hermione, you've got to expect them to be stubborn arses. Bellatrix getting on your nerves as well I gather?" He questioned, steel blue eyes briefly darting to his companion who began to lean her cheek against her fist on the table. She hasn't been able to update Draco too much about Bellatrix, they were direct family after all and as much as she wanted to, she knew if anyone find out it would be an issue.

"Doesn't excuse them from being pricks." Hermione sneered as she watched the Professor explain the ingredients boredly before she began to tap her fingers against the table. Hermione chewed her cheek before deciding that a little information would be fine. "Actually, Bellatrix was … irritating but otherwise okay. She's actually kinda funny, rude obviously but it's been… fun? I really believe things are progressing well." Hermione smiled, happy with how the experiment was going so far. Hermione had a brief worry that she was enjoying the experiment with the dark witch more than she should. The woman's nature was just so endearing, her wild nature a new and strange thing to Hermione and it was making her question a lot of what the papers had said about the death eater. It also made Hermione want to put her guard up more, she had to keep her focus. The more she saw of the dark witch, the more she would be able to learn about Voldemort. And from what she had seen so far, the witch had a lot to offer; even if anything to do with the death eaters was off-limits for the time being. Umbridge suddenly appeared in her line of sight and her smile fell into a frown as her gaze hardened.

"Something amusing, Miss Granger?" She smirked, as if she had caught a child with their hand in a cookie jar. Hermione tilted her head feigning ignorance.

"Not at all, just excited to put all these ingredients together." She quipped, brown eyes bright with fake admiration that seemed to infuriate the older, pink clad witch. Umbridge promptly scoffed and turned around. Fortunately the rest of the class passed without incident and while Hermione found the potion making boring, certain qualities of it gave her ideas for her sessions with Bellatrix. Draco walked Hermione out of the class seeing as Umbridge had her eyes on his friend the whole lesson. Speaking of, Draco glanced at the brunette, the girl hadn't focused on the lesson at all.

"Granger-"

"Draco-"

Both teenagers stared at each other before laughing. Draco grinned and slung his arm around his friends shoulders who smiled happily back.

"Want to tell me what you're planning, golden girl?" Draco's eyes sparkled with cerulean steel mischief. "And can I help?" He winked conspiratorially.

"Why, I have no idea what you're suggesting." She feigned shock and hurt, a smile cutting through as Draco poked her cheek. She laughed and gave in. "Actually, now that you mention it, if you have any information on your aunts childhood, that would be grand. I feel like that will be a major breaking point in this experiment. Or if you have any ideas on how to get Ron to leave me alone would be great too." Hermione sighed, leaning into the blonde for comfort. Other than Harry, Draco was one of the only people she could truly be this relaxed around, especially with physical contact.

"Well, I could talk to mother about Bellatrix tonight, but your weasel problem looks like it's about to get worse." Draco grinned, running a hand through his hair to ruffle blonde locks. Hermione frowned, she looked up at him to ask what he meant before red hair caught her eyes and Hermione suddenly realised how Draco's arm wrapped carelessly around her shoulder might look. She sighed, already feeling the headache she was going to get from this. She let her gaze fall to Ron, his eyes were burning rock pools as he glared at the arm wrapped around her. Hermione began to think of obsidian eyes and something Bellatrix had said today; 'I could always just kill them for you.'

Suddenly the offer didn't seem as incorrigible or morbid.