Summary
After Voldemort's demise, the Ministry, or rather the new Minister, had felt it pertinent to place tracking devices on all muggleborns. Little did Hermione Granger know that this, and one slightly dubious-looking tissue, would end up changing her life. 'I ought to hex his-' 'Hermione' 'Sorry... I'll keep those plans to myself.' 'Good, then I can't arrest you for planning murder.'