Harrison ate breakfast quietly, eagerly awaiting for an owl from Lord Malfoy. He hoped he played his cards right. It was almost perfect and would make it a lot easier for their coup against the ministry if need be. Quietly and swifty.
It didn't take long for owls to start swooping in through the window of the Great hall, flocking towards their masters with various parcels and letters from parents and guardians. Owls swooped down to the Slytherin table, with a couple of owls soaring towards him and Draco, with a barn owl dropping a couple of letters right in front of them.
His spindly, pale fingers grabbed the one addressed to him, white Draco grabbed the one addressed to him- probably his mother, missing him dearly. Harrison ripped open the Malfoy insignia on the back, and read the letter:
Harrison,
I was not considering running for Minister of Magic. As you've brought up valid points that would certainly aid the Dark Lord in the future, if he was brought to life once more. I decided to run for Ministry of Magic, and hope more of our agenda will aid the future of the wizarding world.
Best regards,
Lord Lucius Malfoy
Harrison grinned, and pocketed the letter inside his pocket.
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Hermione looked over various books and newspapers articles, she could get her hands on. Pale fingers flicking through the pages, trying to find the information that she was looking for. Ever since Harrison had mentioned that there was another child just rotting in that awful prison, she knew she had to do more research.
At first, she thought that all the wizards and witches locked up in Azkaban were horrible- people who deserved to be locked up for their crimes. Even if most of them were, but there was a select few that was sitting there, wasting away for something they didn't do or didn't have trials to prove their innocence.
Innocence before proven guilty was the muggle saying- although, that was proven entirely false. She never expected to see the same problems as the muggle world has with the incarceration rates, some countries like the United States. She'd assumed that the problems that were prominent in the muggle world were erased in the wizarding world.
There were problems in the wizarding world that had a lot of importance, issues that needed to be fixed, yet everyone in power was assuming the systems worked perfectly.
She found that there were multiple people in Azkaban without a trial, which was interesting. Her fingers grabbed a newspaper that was right above her, all dated within the year of 1986 and 1987, hoping to find the imprisonment of Elladora Lestrange, and the crimes that she was charged with.
It didn't take long for Hermione to find a small article, within the stack of newspapers, noting how Dumbledore and the aurors dragged her off to Azkaban after the killing of mugges.
No mention of trials or anything, despite killing muggles.
If there was one thing Hermione knew was that children were prone to accidental magic. Accidental magic that children couldn't control. From her experience of being bullied in primary school, stuff just happened without any reasonable explanation. Why should a child, much younger than her, be charged for a burst of accidental magic that killed muggles?
Maybe there was someone higher up in the ministry that she should try, that would listen to this concern? Granted, who would listen to a twelve-year-old, who had a good life, a good child, was only a first year at Hogwarts.
But she had to try.
Hermione grabbed a thing of parchment and a quill from another table and wrote a letter to Madame Bones, The Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
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On Thursday morning, Harrison and Draco headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast, before they returned to the dormitory to grab their books and headed to Herbology and after that, was Defense Against the Dark Arts with Professor Potter. Along the way, they noticed that the Slytherin hourglass had fewer green gems in it than the day prior where they gained several points from Charms and Potions, while Gryffindor was now in second place, when before they were in fourth place.
The Great Hall was loud with various conversations mainly from the Gryffindor table with Slytherins eating away at breakfast, in the perfect pureblood way, and kept their heads down with murderous looks being glanced over at the Gryffindor table. Draco slid down to sit next to Blaise Zambini who was busy eating porridge.
"What happened to all our points?' Draco whispered, while pouring some hot oatmeal into his bowl.
"Blame Potter," Flint replied, who was sitting only a few seats down from them. "The professor that is, not the brat."
Harrison smirked, "What did he do?"
"He docked points from us. Forget a textbook? Five points deducted. Asked a question, points deducted. Simply breathing in the wrong direction, more points detected… Someone should knock him down from his pedestal."
Draco grumbled, "Well that sounds fun."
After breakfast, they grabbed their bookbags and headed to the greenhouse, where the class was boring, and on the dull side, with Harrison struggling some parts of it, before they headed to Defense.
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