When Roses Bloom Again

Part II

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Without further ado, Part II...

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Worriedly biting her lip, June tapped the letter against her desk. The same desk now littered with opened and read letters, messages, memos; all organized into many piles of important, ASAP, Still Time, junk, and more in order to move things more quickly and decrease the backload.

"Sorry, do you really need my input for-"

"Of course Minister, it your birthday and we are going to use it to raise money for the endangered giants!" The man said excitedly, still pushing themes before Hermione.

"Please," Hermione slightly recoiled. "I just really, really..." Hermione sighed before perking up. "Just let me be surprised." Hermione tried.

"Surprise... why, of course! Of course Minister!" The planner exclaimed happily, missing Hermione's sigh of relief. "I must start on that now! I promise this will be the best birthday ever!" He whirled back around to face Hermione who plastered a fake smile on her face.

"Can't wait," Hermione half heartedly responded. "Let me walk you out," Hermione said, walking quickly in her patent heels to the end of her office. "Thank you and good luck with the planning." Hermione smile once more, letting him pass before her. Closing the door quickly behind her, Hermione let out an exasperated breath. "June," She sighed. "Please tell the rest of the gala organizers that they do not need my opinion on anything, to just surprise me. I really do not want to deal with them anymore. Please," She practically pleaded.

"You may regret it later but of course," June tried not to smile at the helplessness in the normally very businesslike Hermione Granger. However looking down at her hand, June's humor vanished. "Minister Granger," She began worriedly.

"June?" Hermione asked, walking towards her.

"With all the mess with your birthday coming up and the gala," June was almost near tears. "The mail and messages have been back loaded for almost a month now, and," She swallowed the tears threatening to flow.

"I'm so sorry," She said giving Hermione the opened letter, delicately put back in its envelope.

Hermione hesitantly took the letter as she looked at June worriedly.

"I'm so sorry," She repeated, tears bubbling at the corners.

Taking the letter, Hermione closed her office door behind her. Kicking off her heels, Hermione gently took the letter out, smiling at the childish scrawl. However...

Dear Ms. Granger

Sirgiry didn't work. The Healer says my blood is poysoning me still. Don't tell Daddy this. I was spying on them. I think it must be bad because my favorite nurse was crying and asking to do anything and I asked her to deliver this letter as soon as possible. Because, can I ask you for a wish as Minister?

If it isn't too much, can you help my daddy be happy after I join grandmere in the sky?

Ro

Hermione hadn't realized that she had started crying, that was until a tear fell on the letter. The single tear falling on Ro's name, morphing the font size.

"Oh my god," Hermione rose rapidly out of her seat, knocking her seat over. Running to the door, Hermione swung it wide open. "June!" She yelled, already getting her heels halfheartedly on and her arm in one blazer sleeve.

"I'm so sorry Hermione," June swallowed her tears as she handed Hermione the copy of the death certificate of one Rosalind Narcissa Malfoy, age six. It had taken a lot of asking and researching but June had managed to get the St. Mungo's records only to procure what she had been dreading in the pit of her stomach at reading the letter.