Hello everyone! I've had this idea for a while after hours of reading fanfiction. I love the harry potter and twilight series but hate the pairing lol. Hermione with Ron is a big no for me. I have not added the character from twilight just yet...But if you've read the books you might have a clue. Hope you'll like this story and that my writing is bearable! The first chapter is quite short just to get a start of what's to come but i'll try to write longer chapters!
Enjoy!

Working in the department of magical creatures was like killing yourself slowly. At least for me. Every proposal to change the law or attempt to make life better for them was shut down. I had hoped that we would learn from the war but no. And after two years of hard work for nothing I was done, I just didn't care anymore. I tried to talk to Kingsley, in the beginning I believed in his act of looking concerned and his promises that he would look in to it but nothing happened and when I went down to the regulation of law department, they told me he never once visited or tired to talk to them. That's when I gave up.
Now I just sit in my office read the books I want and practise my spell and charms work. I haven't written one single rapport or new proposition in two months and no one have come to ask why. I guess they are relieved.
My salary is ridiculously high, 3000 galleons per month. When I started working in the ministry, I thought nothing of it but now it feels like bribe money for me to shut up. And also, make it look like the ministry is taking care of their "golden girl" when in fact they just keep me here to make sure I'm not doing anything they can't control.
I glance at the clock on my wrist, 5 minutes left. I quickly stand up packing my belongings in my bag and summon my coat. I step out of my office, lock and ward the door before walking towards the elevators. Stepping out and walk quickly thru the ministry, not in the mood to stop and talk to anyone.
"Mione!" I hear a familiar voice call behind me. I turn and watch as Harry hurries towards me.
"Where are you going? I've been calling your name since you stepped out of the elevator" he pushes his glasses up and run a hand thru his hair. A nervous habit that I learned long ago. I raise one eyebrow "Home? I end at four and I thought it would be nice to be home in a reasonable time since its Friday" I say and manage to smile.
"ehm yeah that's good, yeah good!" he mumbles.
His behaviour and answer make me suspicious and I look at him trying to figure out what's wrong.
"Was there something you wanted to talk about?" I ask and stare at him.
He runs a hand thru his hair again and smile sheepishly at me "Ehm no, not really, I just got confused when I saw you leaving this early. You're usually the last one leaving" he says and laugh awkwardly.
I look at him, his black auror robes, the badge pinned on his arm showing the world of his position as head auror. His hair unruly as always and his glasses the same.
Two years, it took him two years to become head of the auror department and here I am, still in the same place as when I started.
I tried talking with him and Ron about it but they said I was impatient and had to learn the ways of politics. Politics my ass, this is just bullshit and I'm sick of it.

"Well, now you know" I say in a clipped tone and fore a smile on my face. "Have a nice weekend, say hello to Ginny for me"
I spin around, not waiting for an answer before quickly walking towards the floo, grabbing the floo powder and calling out my address. When I step out of the fireplace in my empty apartment, I let out a shaky breath. My mind spinning after that weird encounter with Harry just now. Did he know about the struggles I faced at work? No Harry wouldn't do that to me, right?

I hang my coat in the hallway and make my way to the kitchen, a big glass of wine and a bubble bath is just what I need. After the war ended two years ago, all the romantic feelings for Ronald died too.
He had a hard time accepting it in the beginning and Molly still gives me the evil eye from time to time. But now our friendship is as it was before and I couldn't be happier. I've had relationships but nothing serious and I was fine with that since I spent most of my time at work. But now, when I know the truth, it feels like I've been robbed of two years of my life. Two years I could have spent getting a mastery, travel the world or found someone to actually love and be loved in return.

I take a sip of my wine and I summon my phone from my bag. I scroll thru BBC news and then switch to MACUSA-News. The American wizarding community is way ahead when it comes to technology and working for a better world, for everyone. I often argued that in my propositions, if the Americans have changed the laws and made life better for the magical creatures why can't we do the same?
I scroll past the tabloids about their celebrities rolling my eyes. Why does people care so much about other people lives?

" Love triangle, reason for war"
The department of magical creatures are facing problems settling a treaty between shapeshifters and vampires. The old treaty was dissolved when the old tribe leader sadly passed away last year and his younger son stepped up.
The leader of the vampire clan contacted the department two months ago in hopes of solving the problem peacefully but no solution has been reached. The climate is tense and there is a lot of bad blood between the shapeshifters and the vampires. The new chief of the tribes' mate was involved with one of the vampires and has made the relationship between the two groups infected. One of the vampires express big concern for the future if this escalates.
"The risk of exposing our community is large with this conflict. The no-majs news media are already reporting the sighting of big wolves roaming the forests and talked about their military getting involved. We plead to the department and the ministry to come and solve the rising tension and stop a potential war."

I close the page and put my phone on the toilet lid leaning back closing my eyes. The article tickled my curiosity, the fire to do something to solve the problem burning in my veins. The fire the ministry put out moths ago. The feeling was exhilarating and it felt good knowing the fire in me wasn't gone thought of leaving was tempting. What if I just packed up and left?
Merlin, that would feel so good, a big fuck you to the British wizarding community and the ministry, revenge for myself. Reaching for my glass I sip my wine thinking it over.
My parents chose to stay in Australia after I fixed their memories. It made me sad at first but now I'm kind of glad they did. I have nothing holding me back.
Standing up quickly rinsing of the soapy water before stepping out, wrapping a fluffly towel around myself and picking up my phone before walking out of the bathroom. I summon my Gringotts balance book and sit down on the sofa. I tap it with my wand and it glows green indicating its unlocked. I gasp when I open it, the amount of money in my vault is ridiculous! I could live of this for at least three years without having to get a job. Not that it would be an option but it felt good knowing I had some security. Serves the ministry right, paying me such a large sum every month for not doing shit and as a result gave me the freedom I kneed to disappear. Watching the numbers also made me sad, I've not indulged in anything for two years. Not once have I requested a holiday or done something nice for myself. But that's going to change. Today. I dial the number to my favourite Thai-food place and order some red chili chicken and their delicious spring rolls. While I wait for the food to arrive I put on my old worn pyjamas, I wrinkle my nose in disgust. If I'm going to start a new life, I need a new wardrobe. The usual feeling of dread when thinking about shopping never comes, all I feel is excitement.
I sit down on the sofa again and turn on the tv, switching over to Survivor US. I snicker, this would be something for wizards. Go to a remote island, no magic and compete for rewards and play a social game to survive. Giggling now thinking about it. Ron would cry for food after one day.
A knock on my door makes me jump and I hurry over to the door, "Food for miss Granger"
I smile "Yes, thank you! Keep the change"
I close the door and sit down on the sofa again to continue watching the show while I eat. I look around my apartment, its been my home for the past two and a half years and it's still not a real home. I don't think I've ever cooked a meal here, no personal trinkets or photos. It makes me sad knowing how little I have lived, how little I have done for myself.
Finishing my food, turning off the tv before flopping down on my bed. The first thing I'm going to do tomorrow is go to Gringotts and withdraw some money and set up an account in the states then go shopping. I should get a plane ticket if I want to do this without anyone knowing where I'm going. The ministry would probably deny me a portkey anyway. Better do it the muggle way so that nothing goes wrong. Closing my eyes breathing in and out a few times to calm my nerves. Should I tell Harry my plans?
No, after todays weird encounter I don't think I will.

Tomorrow is the start on my new life. And I will live it fully.