Hiiiiii *hides from the mob* Sorry for the break. I was beta-ing for my sisters new thing (which is a really shitty excuse) and my muse died and I was reading this fabulous fic called Bespoke Witch and just completely failed at my job as a writer and I hope no one ran away and won't come back. I am so so so so so sorry and I promise to try and shove something out soon even if my muse doesn't cooperate.
"Harry, why is Malfoy looking at me like I hexed his familiar?" Hermione asked her brother. "I swear if looks could kill I'd be a pile of ashes on the floor."
Harry looked at the man in question just as Draco looked away. "I don't know, but it's suspicious."
Hermione giggled. "Don't turn this into sixth year all over again Harry." He scowled at her but kept quiet. "So as I was saying. I'm not sure what I want to do. I know I want to help people and working on Creature Rights Laws would be a good place to do that, but the Ministry is so corrupt that I don't think I would really be able to do much of anything."
Harry sighed. "The Ministry is not corrupt 'Mione. I've told you this before. Kingsly went through after the war and gutted the place, filling it with people we can trust. Everything is fine now."
Hermione growled. "Just because it is swayed into your favor does not mean that the Ministry isn't corrupt anymore! People are still being discriminated against and this time it's the purebloods that are getting the short end of the stick!" Harry opened his mouth but Hermione just rolled over him. "If a family was even neutral towards Voldemort then their opinion doesn't matter and why shouldn't we just take away their rights and do the EXACT SAME THING THAT THEY TRIED DOING TO US! An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind and no one seems to see that but me!" Hermione huffed and glared at the table. "I don't want to work in the Ministry because I know what it's like to be on the short end of the stick and I hate that we are doing that to other people."
Harry sighed and reached out for Hermione's hand. "I know that you're upset, but there is a difference between being born without magical parents and choosing to join an evil man who wanted to kill people. Plus, these people have enough money that paying for repairs won't break the bank."
Hermione jerked her hand away from Harry's. "The problem is that some people sided with him just because they didn't want to die! We HAD to be on the other side, but some people didn't have an obvious side and picked the one that was more likely to try and kill them for not picking them. I can't be mad at them for that! They don't deserve discrimination because they have a healthy sense of self-preservation."
Harry frowned. "Okay. I guess I see your point. I don't see why you don't want to work in the Ministry. You were on the winning side; you were the brains of the Golden Trio. The entire Ministry is catered to through good things at you."
"Don't you see that that's the problem? I don't want to be pampered because I am Hermione Granger! I want to move up and make a difference because my laws are great, not because my name is on them."
Harry grew frustrated. "I get it. You don't want to use the new power your name possess, but when I need to I will pull the Boy-Who-Lived-Twice Card. Why can't you do the same thing to help the oppressed people?"
"Because Harry, not even YOUR name could help the people who sided with Voldemort." She stood up. "I think I'm going home now. See you later Harry." Hermione stomped away to the Floo as she ignored Harry calling her name and the eyes of Draco Malfoy as he watched her make her exit.
After Hermione had cooled down and was no longer mumbling stray curses about The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Vex-Her there was a tap tap tap on the window and Hermione saw the eagle owl from last night. She growled and opened the window. "I know the drill you wicked pincushion. Treat before Letter." She held out a small owl treat to the bird that he looked at and turned his head away from. "You picky pelican! I'm trying to play by your obnoxious rules!" She made a swipe for her letter. "Now take the bloody treat and give me my ruddy letter!"
The owl seemed to take offense to all the yelling and the substandard treats so it flew away. Hermione growled and murmured all the vile things she would do to the bird the next time it came to her window. This seemed to please Crookshanks as he meowed loudly and hopped up onto the table near her and he rubbed his smooshed face on her arm and purred like a lawnmower. Hermione sighed and petted her large familiar until there was yet another tap-tap tap-tap on the window. Hermione glared out the window, only to find the small owl from yesterday. The owls large eyes looking mildly pleased as it waited to be let in.
"Well hello again. Do you have more flowers for me pet? Did your owner leave his name this time?" Hermione asked as she opened the small box. Inside there were small pink Geraniums, more white Tulips, and a large yellow Rose. "Oh how pretty!" She handed the small owl a treat and went to put these flowers in the vase with the others. The owl followed her to the kitchen and Crookshanks followed the owl. "Stay for a moment while I write I thank you note to your owner, please." Crookshanks took that moment to pounce at the small owl and it chirped before flying back home. "Oh naughty Crookshanks! I was going to write a note to whoever is sending me those flowers before you tried to eat the little owl." She half-heartedly swatted at him and he glared at her before turning tail and strutting away.
Now, on my update schedule. I am going to have oral surgery on Monday (May16,2016) so I will not be posting for a few days after that as I recover. Unless my muse just loves loopy me I'm going to be napping and taking pain pills for a few days.