Book 7: The Deathly Hallows - A Hermione x Male Reader Story

Mayhem at the Ministry

(A/N) Sorry for the long wait in between the last chapter and this one, but I think I may have gotten my flow back for writing, so hopefully it won't be so long for the next upload.

August soon turned to September, and (Y/N) was starting to get anxious with how long they were just sitting there doing nothing. They knew Umbridge had the locket, they knew she was at the Ministry building, but no plan had been formulated yet. He could tell Hermione was trying to think of something on her own, which amused him, though he did wonder why she wasn't confiding in him with her plans, if that was in fact what she was doing.

Gabrielle was acting like a normal eleven year old girl for the first time since the Wedding, but (Y/N) could tell she was becoming more and more distant with each passing day; not being with her parents or Fleur was starting to take its toll on the poor girl, and (Y/N) didn't know where Gabrielle's parents would be, likely back in France, but where they were in France was anybody's guess since he couldn't ask Gabrielle.

The one thing (Y/N) wondered was how they were going to destroy the Horcruxes without the Sword of Gryffindor. He remembered seeing Harry destroy Riddle's diary with it, but then wondered if it was the sword, or something that coated the sword that destroyed the diary. Maybe they wouldn't actually need the sword, but it wasn't like any of them could just buy a Basilisk Fang today and get free shipping on it. The Basilisk wasn't a common creature, and even if it were, Death Eaters basically owned the Wizarding World of Great Britain, all because (Y/N) was weaker than normal.

'And it's not like we can just waltz into Hogwarts, go down to the Chamber of Secrets, and get a fang for ourselves...' He thought to himself as he watched Hermione pouring over her sheaf of notes and maps that he helped her with.

"I've got news! And you won't like it!" Harry's voice said from somewhere above them as he hurried down the stairs. He came into the kitchen, where Hermione, Ron, (Y/N), and a lonely looking Gabrielle were sitting around the table, with Gabrielle more off to herself than any of them.

"Shoes off, if you please, Master Harry," Kreacher croaked out, taking the Invisibility Cloak from his arm, "and hands washed before dinner." He tossed the cloak up onto a hook on the wall, beside a number of old-fashioned robes that had been freshly laundered.

"What's happened?" Ron asked apprehensively.

Harry places down a copy of the Daily Prophet, no doubt taken from the trash or out of someone's home, and there was the familiar face of a hook-nosed, black-haired man that stared up at them all, beneath a headline that read:

SEVERUS SNAPE CONFIRMED
AS HOGWARTS HEADMASTER

"No!" Ron yelled as Hermione scooped up the newspaper and began to read aloud.

"'Severus Snape, long-standing Potions Master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was today appointed headmaster in the most important of several staffing changes at the ancient school. Following the resignation of the previous Muggle Studies teacher, Alecto Carrow will take over the post while her brother, Amycus, fills the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.'

"'I welcome the opportunity to uphold our finest Wizarding traditions and values-' You lying bastard! Murdering people and torturing them aren't Wizarding traditions and values!" Hermione shrieked.

(Y/N)'s heart rate increased ever so slightly. It was true that Snape had killed people, but he knew she was referring to Dumbledore being murdered, but only he and Snape knew that it was a different wand that killed Dumbledore.

Ron pulled the newspaper towards him after Hermione dropped it and perused the article about Snape, "The other teachers won't stand for this. McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout, they all know the truth, they know how Dumbledore died. They won't accept Snape as Headmaster. And who are these Carrows?"