Especially it contained a response back from Madam Bones about Elladora Lestrange, the daughter of Tthe infamous Bellatrix Lestrange and Rodolphus Lestrange, two of the torturers who tortured the Longbottoms into insanity, a few years after the Dark Lord had fallen, in search to find his whereabouts.
Hermione only smiled and lied to her friends, "It's nothing, really. I was just wondering if they had any records of Nicolas Flamel as we still haven't found anything about him."
Saeviour's brown eyes widened, along with Ron.
"Well, what did they say?" Saeviour asked all too loudly.
Heads turned to their direction, wondering what on earth they were talking about. Hermione ignored their curious looks and instead opened the letter. She looked at the curious expressions and bit her lip, wondering what she would say.
The response came easily, the more she thought about it. She found Nicolas Flame's name in the book that she checked out before break, but she hadn't exactly had a chance to tell Saeviour.
"They told me that Nicolas Flamel was the only person in Europe to create the philosopher's stone."
"Oh…" Saeviour said, "What is the philosopher's stone?"
"The elixir of life? A stone to make people immortal?" Hermione offered, seeing the confused looks on their faces.
"Why would Snivellus want it?" Saeviour inquired. "What is he trying to bring Voldemort back to full power?"
Ron and Hermione flinched, but said nothing, leaving Saeviour quiet in his thoughts, and started eating again.
That was the end of the conversation.
Hermione looked at the letter and read what it said:
Dear Ms. Granger,
While I am pleased that you are writing to me to inform me about one, Elladora Lestrange, one of the children residing in Azkaban, however, I must dutifully tell you that I won't be re-examining her case. Various testimonies, and evidence paints that she is a dangerous person and must spend her days serving her sentence in Azkaban.
Madam Amelia Bones
Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement
She knew that it was going to be impossible, and a long shot. There was no way that they would listen to a twelve-year-old muggle born who knows practically nothing about the magical world. Letting children rot in Azkaban wasn't an okay thing to do, and the wizarding world needed to know that.
Perhaps there was something else that she could do, but the one thing clear was that she had to change Madam Bones' mind.
One way or another.
"What did you do?" Draco asked in a loud whisper, slamming the daily prophet onto the table.
Harrison looked up at the blonde with an amused look in his eyes, "I didn't do anything if you're accusing me of something, Draco. I thought you would know that by now?"
Draco scoffed, "Right, of course, getting a straight answer from you is impossible… Why don't you take a look for yourself."
Harrison looked at the headline marked on the front page, with an amused smile and a mad glint in his eyes.
LUCIUS MALFOY: NEW MINISTER OF MAGIC
"Your father is now the minister of magic?" Harrison asked, stating the obvious. "Congrats… Perhaps, I should perhaps send him my regards."
"I know you had something to do with this," Draco accused. "My father didn't want to be the minister and you asked me if he was running, and now he won…. That can't be a mere coincidence."
"Believe it, Draco…" Harrison said coldly, "Besides, even if I did have something to do with it, I really doubt I have that much influence over your father."
"Right…" The blonde narrowed his eyes as if he didn't quite believe him, but there was nothing that he could do about it.
....
Within a couple of weeks, the month of February finally arrived with not much change. Lord Potter still taught Defense Against the Dark Arts, constantly deducting points from Slytherins in each passing second if he so wished while Professor Snape countered that. The weather still remained cold, gloomy and cloudy with each passing day. It rained quite a bit to where students kept getting mud all over their shoes and falling ill with the cold weather, coming down with the flu or a cold, who was nursed back to health by a pepper up potion that Madam Pomphrey gave out.
Because of this, Harrison was forced to stay inside the castle. He was currently sitting in the library, his back arched straight with a quill dipped in black ink in his hand, his head looking downwards over his charms essay about the usage of bluebell flames, finishing up the last couple of paragraphs of the essay, when a pair of feet stopped right next to him.
He looked up towards the person, with green eyes that shone coldly to the person. He didn't relax even though he knew it was Hermione Granger, who was probably going to ask a question. He had no idea who was worse: A Malfoy who was curious about his actions or a mudblood that kept coming back to him with questions.
Hermione squirmed under his gaze, biting her bottom lip as her warm brown eyes avoided eye contact with him, as she shifted her weight from one foot to another, and picked at the tattered strings of her gray sweater she was wearing.
He tilted his head to the side, waiting for the unavoidable question he knew Hermione was probably going to ask him.
It took a couple of minutes once Hermione took a couple of deep breaths and a lot of mouth opening then closing before she was able to speak and ask her question,
"I-I have something I wanted to ask you…" Hermione trailed off, biting her bottom lip before she continued on, "I want to know what happened the day you were convicted of your sentencing."
Harrison was a little taken back by the question. He had never expected such a question to arise, certainly not when it came to his past of being convicted. He expected such a question to arise in Draco, but he never thought Hermione would actually ask him this sort of question.
"Why?" Harrison asked coldly, "Everything you should be able to find is in the Daily Prophet or you could ask Saeviour… He'd certainly tell you."
"It's not your perspective and I don't want any bias especially since whatever happened changed you to be like this."
Harrison's eyes narrowed in thought,
"What brought this on?"
"I couldn't sleep at night when you told me about Elladora," Hermione admitted. "I thought…"
"You want to try to save Ella?" Harrison concluded.
Hermione nodded.
It made sense in why Hermione was persistent, but he just never expected this to happen. She was best friends with Saeviour Potter, and here she was- questioning everything she had been told and going right behind Saeviour's back, to bring justice to those who were wrong.
"But why do you want to know what happened when I was convicted?"
"I contacted Madam Bones about the possibility of her reopening the case… She told me that there was sufficient evidence that points against Elladora and won't reopen the case."
"So you figured that by asking me about my experience, it'd automatically help you?" Harrison pointed out, a frown forming on his lips. "There's so many flaws about that, and things that I don't want to tell you about, especially not here where there are too many unwanted ears listening about."
....
Want to read ahead by more than 60 chapters. Then join my pa*treon now.
Link: pa*treon.com/Amelie796 (Remove the *)
Also you can read till chapter 17 chapters for free.