Proud Hogwarts alum. Mother of Hugo and Rose, and wife to Ronald Weasley.
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“It’s quite alright. Really, it gets to the point where you don’t really read them. Or rather, you do, but it doesn’t sink in,” she said, hoping to make him feel like his privacy wasn’t being invaded too terribly. “By the way, your food should be a little better this evening. From what I understand, something they fed you a night or so ago made you ill?”
“Yeah, uh, thank you very much,” he said gratefully. He wasn’t sure why they were treating him so well. He was just another prisoner of Azkaban, but he wasn’t going to complain if they were going to be kind. Or try to be.
“You’re welcome,” she nodded. She looked to the guard and nodded to him to get Ferdinand and lead him back to his cell. “And remember, anything you may think of that we haven’t already asked, just let me know,” she smiled. It did well to be kinder than others in order to possibly sway another to do what you wanted or needed them to do.
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“It probably had more to do with the fact that she should be at school and that they weren’t quite sure of you yet,” she said honestly. “Though yes, you are allowed visitors. I believe it’s my job to read any incoming letters,” she said with a soft laugh, “So I’ll let you know if I find them boring.”
He nodded. ”I suppose that makes sense.” He cleared his throat a little awkwardly. ”I’m sorry to subject you to that, then.”
“It’s quite alright. Really, it gets to the point where you don’t really read them. Or rather, you do, but it doesn’t sink in,” she said, hoping to make him feel like his privacy wasn’t being invaded too terribly. “By the way, your food should be a little better this evening. From what I understand, something they fed you a night or so ago made you ill?”
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“You’re quite welcome,” she nodded, shaking his hand just as firmly as he had shaken hers. “Yes, of course you are. It’s still the same days as before, and you are still able to send and receive letters as long as they’re appropriate. I’m just sorry that they all have to be read.”
“Oh, good. Figured I’d check, Sam told me whoever she talked to was giving her problems coming to visit.” He shrugged. ”I guess I understand why, it’s not so bad. They’re probably all going to be really boring, I don’t envy the person who has that job,” he said with a bit of a chuckle.
“It probably had more to do with the fact that she should be at school and that they weren’t quite sure of you yet,” she said honestly. “Though yes, you are allowed visitors. I believe it’s my job to read any incoming letters,” she said with a soft laugh, “So I’ll let you know if I find them boring.”
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He chuckled as best he could at her remark. ”Well then, thank you Hermione,” he took her hand for a firm handshake, his eyes noting the pale scar on her arm. He looked away from it, not wanting to be impolite. Her scar reminded him of Sam. ”Er, I am still allowed to have visitors, right?” he asked, a little unsure.
“You’re quite welcome,” she nodded, shaking his hand just as firmly as he had shaken hers. “Yes, of course you are. It’s still the same days as before, and you are still able to send and receive letters as long as they’re appropriate. I’m just sorry that they all have to be read.”
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“It isn’t my call, in any case,” she replied, closing her file. “If there’s anything else that you can think of and you’d rather not speak to Mr. Percy Weasley about it, feel free to have them come and find me.”
He nodded. ”Thank you, er, Mrs Weasley,” he said. He wasn’t sure if he was allowed to call her Hermione, even if she’d introduced herself as such. Even so, she’d been the nicest of the three, and certainly deserved the most respect.
“Call me Hermione,” she smiled at him as she got to her feet. “Mrs. Weasley only makes me feel very old,” she added, reaching out to shake his hand, her scar visible from her outstretched arm.
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“When you do catch her,” he asked suddenly, looking back up. ”It’ll be the Kiss, won’t it?” He wasn’t sure whether he wanted his sister subjected to that or not, but it seemed like the only real solution. People can escape from St. Mungo’s. People can escape from Azkaban, too.
“I don’t know,” she informed him, sighing. She was being honest. She had a feeling that it would be, but she couldn’t be sure. “I wish that I could give you a definite answer but it will really depend on how long this goes on as to the severity of the punishment.”
He nodded. ”That makes sense, I suppose.” He looked down at his hands again. If it wasn’t the Kiss, she was still a danger. At the same time, he felt relief wash over him. He didn’t think he wanted anyone to be put to that. Even his mad as a hatter sister.
“It isn’t my call, in any case,” she replied, closing her file. “If there’s anything else that you can think of and you’d rather not speak to Mr. Percy Weasley about it, feel free to have them come and find me.”
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“I really hope that’s not what it is,” he said earnestly. ”I really hope she hasn’t gone that far off the rails, I just…” he trailed off with a sigh. ”I’m worried about her. I’m worried about what she’s doing.”
“I hope it’s not too,” Hermione sighed, putting down her quill. “I don’t blame you for worrying, but I’m glad that you did come to us so that hopefully we can catch her soon and stop her from doing this to anyone else.”
“When you do catch her,” he asked suddenly, looking back up. ”It’ll be the Kiss, won’t it?” He wasn’t sure whether he wanted his sister subjected to that or not, but it seemed like the only real solution. People can escape from St. Mungo’s. People can escape from Azkaban, too.
“I don’t know,” she informed him, sighing. She was being honest. She had a feeling that it would be, but she couldn’t be sure. “I wish that I could give you a definite answer but it will really depend on how long this goes on as to the severity of the punishment.”
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He looked up at her darkly. ”It’s always different, that’s why it’s so maddening to find her. But I’m not sure it’s going to be something good this time. It’s not going to breadcrumbs or whatever, it’s going to be something….” he shook his head, looking away from her, “mental.”
She stared at him for a moment, holding in the sudden chill she knew was only in her imagination as she let her mind wander. “We’ll start checking up with the Muggle police force to see if there have been any suspicious victims,” she whispered.
“I really hope that’s not what it is,” he said earnestly. ”I really hope she hasn’t gone that far off the rails, I just…” he trailed off with a sigh. ”I’m worried about her. I’m worried about what she’s doing.”
“I hope it’s not too,” Hermione sighed, putting down her quill. “I don’t blame you for worrying, but I’m glad that you did come to us so that hopefully we can catch her soon and stop her from doing this to anyone else.”
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“What’s the trail?” She prompted him softly, looking up from her notes. She was thankful for the tape recorder in her pocket, a machine that would turn on and off whenever one of the persons in the room spoke without a sound, so that if she didn’t get every word she could reference it later.
He looked up at her darkly. ”It’s always different, that’s why it’s so maddening to find her. But I’m not sure it’s going to be something good this time. It’s not going to breadcrumbs or whatever, it’s going to be something….” he shook his head, looking away from her, “mental.”
She stared at him for a moment, holding in the sudden chill she knew was only in her imagination as she let her mind wander. “We’ll start checking up with the Muggle police force to see if there have been any suspicious victims,” she whispered.
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