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mudblood_andproud) wrote2018-02-20 06:40 pm
mudblood_andproud) wrote2018-02-20 06:40 pm
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Paperwork and Opportunities
Several months ago, the former boarded-up office of the Ministry of Muggle Relations had been a disaster area. There used to be piles and piles of 'lost' paperwork that had previously filled the office. There used to be piles and piles of 'useless' Muggle inventions that had been laying around the office. And the office used to look like it could easily feature as a cautionary tale to any Hoarders.
Everything changed once Hermione Jean Granger had agreed to take the position of Minister of Muggle Relations. In several short months she had tackled the task of filing everything into a proper manner. Not only did she get several unresolved Muggle Relations bills approved, but Hermione also wrote dozens of her own bills that were also finalized and ratified.
Slowly, things were changing at the Ministry, all due to bills that were coming from the Ministry of Muggle Relations office. There was the bill that encouraged technology lessons for young witches and wizards. There was the bill that encouraged pre-Wizarding School courses that would help a Muggle or Half-Born wizard to learn about Pureblood traditions, and those that would help a Pureblood wizard to learn about Muggle customs. And Hermione Jean Granger's signature was first signed on several other bills that came from other departments that encouraged a better understanding across the Wizarding World.
It was no wonder that an "Intention to Run" form appeared on her desk, with her name nominated into the upcoming election for Minister of Magic, signed by several other wizards in the Ministry. Hermione was studying the form for a long time. Her fingers trailing through the fur of CJ, as she considered the opportunity before her.
Hermione knew better than anyone else that to be a proper and respectful Minister of Magic, that she would have to consider everyone's story. Everyone's past. Everyone's history.
And there was something else on her desk that commanded her attention... several little vials of Pensive memories. All from Bellatrix Black Lestrange. The memories were taken from the psychotic witch before the final Death Spell was cast on her. The current Minister of Magic felt that others could perhaps learn from Bellatrix. And Hermione had requested them recently, after a conversation she had in the Nexus with Caspar. If anyone in her world knew the power of voodoo -- it would be Bellatrix.
Standing from her desk, and taking the vials to her Pensive, Hermione felt that she was doing the right thing. Learning from the very witch who hated her. CJ moved to a protective position, curled around her neck, as Hermione poured the memories one-by-one into the Pensive. Then she stuck her head into the Pensive, allowing the memories to overtake her.
Memories as the eldest daughter of the Black house, one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight Pureblood Houses, flooded Hermione's mind. Bellatrix had so much expectations places on her from the day she was born. She had been told who she had to be and what was expected of the House of Black, that be the time she entered into the School of Hogwarts her path had already been written.
It was in Hogwarts that Bellatrix first met Tom Riddle, and fell in love with the power of the man who was destined to become Lord Voldemort. During these times when most wizards were still naive children at the school, Bellatrix had a maturity that rivaled most teachers. She knew how to take advantage of every opportunity presented to her. And that included her foray into the voodoo mystics and the Dark Arts.
By the time she graduated, Bellatrix was more than ready to be a strong member of Voldemort's forces during the First Wizarding War. She was willing to do anything that was necessary, including the torture of Aurors Frank and Alice Longbottom.
Her time in Azkaban was filled with turmoil and the taunted hauntings of the Dementors. But Bellatrix knew... Voldemort would come. And Voldemort found a way to free her. She regained her role by his side during the Second Wizarding War. Her revenge was vicious, as she murdered any of her 'former' relatives who were members of the Order of the Phoenix.
And it was surreal for Hermione to see her own torture, from the mind of Bellatrix. Her hatred of the Mudblood. Her fear that one of Voldemort's sacred Horicux had been discovered and destroyed. Her concern that she had failed him.
The most potent of Bellatrix's memories were her last private moments with Voldemort. Hermione took a sharp gasp in the Pensive, as she realized that a connection was made. That a child was created. That a child was born... and hidden before Bellatrix had attacked Hermione and Hunter in the Nexus. And that child was still out there.
Raising her head out of the Pensive waters, Hermione took several deep breaths. She didn't even worry about the water dripping off her face, as she focused on the information that she had learned during the Pensive.
There was still a threat of Voldemort and his Death Followers out there.
Walking back to her desk, Hermione signed her name on the "Intent to Run" papers. And with a flick of her wrist, the papers flew down the hallways to verify that she would allow her name to stand. It would be a tough year ahead of her, to finish the projects she wanted to accomplish, and run a proper campaign as Minister.
Hermione smiled. CJ purred by her face. She was ready for the challenge. All of them.
Everything changed once Hermione Jean Granger had agreed to take the position of Minister of Muggle Relations. In several short months she had tackled the task of filing everything into a proper manner. Not only did she get several unresolved Muggle Relations bills approved, but Hermione also wrote dozens of her own bills that were also finalized and ratified.
Slowly, things were changing at the Ministry, all due to bills that were coming from the Ministry of Muggle Relations office. There was the bill that encouraged technology lessons for young witches and wizards. There was the bill that encouraged pre-Wizarding School courses that would help a Muggle or Half-Born wizard to learn about Pureblood traditions, and those that would help a Pureblood wizard to learn about Muggle customs. And Hermione Jean Granger's signature was first signed on several other bills that came from other departments that encouraged a better understanding across the Wizarding World.
It was no wonder that an "Intention to Run" form appeared on her desk, with her name nominated into the upcoming election for Minister of Magic, signed by several other wizards in the Ministry. Hermione was studying the form for a long time. Her fingers trailing through the fur of CJ, as she considered the opportunity before her.
Hermione knew better than anyone else that to be a proper and respectful Minister of Magic, that she would have to consider everyone's story. Everyone's past. Everyone's history.
And there was something else on her desk that commanded her attention... several little vials of Pensive memories. All from Bellatrix Black Lestrange. The memories were taken from the psychotic witch before the final Death Spell was cast on her. The current Minister of Magic felt that others could perhaps learn from Bellatrix. And Hermione had requested them recently, after a conversation she had in the Nexus with Caspar. If anyone in her world knew the power of voodoo -- it would be Bellatrix.
Standing from her desk, and taking the vials to her Pensive, Hermione felt that she was doing the right thing. Learning from the very witch who hated her. CJ moved to a protective position, curled around her neck, as Hermione poured the memories one-by-one into the Pensive. Then she stuck her head into the Pensive, allowing the memories to overtake her.
Memories as the eldest daughter of the Black house, one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight Pureblood Houses, flooded Hermione's mind. Bellatrix had so much expectations places on her from the day she was born. She had been told who she had to be and what was expected of the House of Black, that be the time she entered into the School of Hogwarts her path had already been written.
It was in Hogwarts that Bellatrix first met Tom Riddle, and fell in love with the power of the man who was destined to become Lord Voldemort. During these times when most wizards were still naive children at the school, Bellatrix had a maturity that rivaled most teachers. She knew how to take advantage of every opportunity presented to her. And that included her foray into the voodoo mystics and the Dark Arts.
By the time she graduated, Bellatrix was more than ready to be a strong member of Voldemort's forces during the First Wizarding War. She was willing to do anything that was necessary, including the torture of Aurors Frank and Alice Longbottom.
Her time in Azkaban was filled with turmoil and the taunted hauntings of the Dementors. But Bellatrix knew... Voldemort would come. And Voldemort found a way to free her. She regained her role by his side during the Second Wizarding War. Her revenge was vicious, as she murdered any of her 'former' relatives who were members of the Order of the Phoenix.
And it was surreal for Hermione to see her own torture, from the mind of Bellatrix. Her hatred of the Mudblood. Her fear that one of Voldemort's sacred Horicux had been discovered and destroyed. Her concern that she had failed him.
The most potent of Bellatrix's memories were her last private moments with Voldemort. Hermione took a sharp gasp in the Pensive, as she realized that a connection was made. That a child was created. That a child was born... and hidden before Bellatrix had attacked Hermione and Hunter in the Nexus. And that child was still out there.
Raising her head out of the Pensive waters, Hermione took several deep breaths. She didn't even worry about the water dripping off her face, as she focused on the information that she had learned during the Pensive.
There was still a threat of Voldemort and his Death Followers out there.
Walking back to her desk, Hermione signed her name on the "Intent to Run" papers. And with a flick of her wrist, the papers flew down the hallways to verify that she would allow her name to stand. It would be a tough year ahead of her, to finish the projects she wanted to accomplish, and run a proper campaign as Minister.
Hermione smiled. CJ purred by her face. She was ready for the challenge. All of them.