Swoosh!
A bright green flame burst into life inside Hermione's office. Someone had stepped out from the fireplace, brushing ash from the sleeve and it was Severus Snape.
His eyes were searching and looked around the empty room. He is now in the Ministry of Magic office. There is no Hermione in here, neither Harry nor anyone he knows.
Trying not to be alarmed by the Auror, dragging the chair and seat while waiting for someone to burst inside. Today he had nothing to do with the students, there was no potions class for today and he was free to go whenever he liked.
So, the first thing Snape thought about was meeting his wife rather than meeting others. He heard footsteps from the outside of this door, perhaps it was Hermione but no.
When the door burst open it was Draco Malfoy who appeared right behind Snape. He looks over his shoulder where Draco smirks and walks towards his former potions teacher.
He sat at the edge of Hermione's desk. "I know you will be here for your lovely wife, Professor. How's my son, Scorpius?"
"Scorpius is perfectly fine and you know his usual routine as he does everyday in school. Can't touch that boy".
"So indeed. I hear my mother whispering something about how she bought my son a ring on Christmas. I hope it was for him but... technically he gave your daughter".
Snape nods. Draco spoke back. "Did you know anything about this, Professor? My son likes this girl, my own old enemy's daughter who married the former Death Eaters and had a bunch of children. Oh yes, she was yours, Professor".
"Don't you dare point that out to my daughter and I would kill you if you insulted my wife, Malfoy".
Snape pushed the chair and started circling around the room. "We are the Death Eaters once, Malfoy. And your father was so proud for having that bloody maniac back into the wizardry. Your father will do anything to gain his trust but in the meantime he was afraid and had to save you with a condition.
"Oh yes, Malfoy. I am the reason you lived till these day".
Draco's face turned red, he spoke. "My father will hear about this! How dare you speak about my father, how dare you speak towards your best friend who considered you as his own brother. You were nothing that day, my father is the reason keeping you alive beside that filthy mudblood..!"
Suddenly Snape grabbed Draco's collar neck in anger, he then pushed Draco on the wall. He hates that word especially coming out from the Malfoy and insults his wife right in front of his face.
This ferret will regret what he did. "I am warning you, Malfoy! once an unspeakable word comes out from your lips I bet you regret being born".
"WHAT ON EARTH HAPPENS IN HERE!"
The two men turned to the door where Hermione was standing, not realizing her presence and where she was coming from.
"In my office, seriously! Severus? What do you want, Malfoy!" as her eyes at this silver hair. "Did you have nothing better to do than this Malfoy".
Snape had let go of his grip from Draco's collar neck, he then stood beside the desk as he let Hermione have a small talk with Draco.
"Certainly, Granger! Oh, I forgot that you married Snape. For me you still Granger I have loathed since".
Hermione rolled her eyes, and he spoke again. "I want you to ask your daughter to stay away from my boy".
"It wouldn't happen, Malfoy. It wasn't my daughter's fault nor was she asking for it. Is your boy. If you insist, go ahead and write the letter where you should inform him to stay away from my daughter. And wait for him to answer that".
Hermione snickering. "I can't wait what your boy will do if you try to stop him from being friends with my daughter".
"I will consider it was my victory and he had to listen to his father!"
Shrugged, Hermione mocked Draco, said. "We'll see about that. Don't you ever ask why he won't come home for holiday forever. Now get out!"
"This is not over yet, Granger!" Draco grit his teeth then out from her office.
Hermione turns to Snape. "And you!?" Snape shoots both his hands up in the air, he hates to see her get angry like this. "Something up that is why you are here my dear husband. Speak!"
"Oh my sweet love. No. Nothing happens, I am just worried about you, that's all. Dementor".
She cried, slumped herself on the chair. He spoke again. "Being a Minister was a very tough job to do. Have you received my letter?"
"Harry will handle that. Minerva was right about protecting the parents' safety. I don't know why it attacked Severus. They could see it in their very own eyes, this is mental and I sound like Ronald Weasley!"
"We are all afraid of my wife. Not because we are afraid of the Dementor but we are afraid that our world will be exposed. Did you speak to the Prime Minister?"
Hermione shook head yes. "And what did he say?"
"You threaten the Prime Minister, are you serious, Hermione!" Harry laughed.
Hermione and Harry are now having their lunch without Snape. He wanted to join them together but he suddenly got an howler from the Headmistress herself Minerva McGonagall that he must return to Hogwarts immediately causing his class to be broken into and someone had stolen the ingredients from his store room.
Who dared steal Severus Snape ingredients from his office except his former students and wife now, Hermione Granger.
His door was wide open and was notified when Argus Filch chased Susannah Snape around the dungeons.
"I had to protect, Harry".
"By threatening the Prime Minister? are you mental".
"He seems okay with that". her eyes to Harry's green eyes. "Oh come on Harry. Don't say that we never threatened people before".
He shrugged, "At least I didn't threaten the Prime Minister. Oh, before I forgot there was another attempted attack last night in the countryside. Again. It happens that the house belongs to Mr. and Mrs Alvin together with their two children. One the auror had to obliviate the family after the encounter".
"This must be the end, Harry. We cannot obliviate muggles every day. Day and night. I feel guilty as I try to wipe all their memories but for the sake of our world. This is mental".
Their eyes met, "Harry? I give you full responsibility for this matter, we're in this together to save muggle from the Dementor and we all will live peacefully without them knowing that there is a two different world that has existed since".
"I understand". Harry smiles, reaching her hand. "Together. I never doubt you, Hermione".
"Thank you". she smiled, patting his hand. "I do really need a pizza".
Harry green eyes wide, "But you already ate the whole mushroom soup and baguette!"
"I just now".
The Prime Minister office. Since he met Hermione that night, he began standing right in front of Abraham Lincoln painting without explaining himself why he did that.
What he expected from the painting. Hermione?
Yes. He's been expecting her and he wants to talk with her again but he doesn't know how. His secretaries had noticed this, knocking at the door.
"Mr. Prime Minister, sir?" he looked over his shoulder where his secretaries were standing. "I am not trying to be rude but staring at the Sir Lincoln painting does not mean he will be coming back to life. I try my best to pretend that I didn't see anything that you did, even I did".
She can hardly hear the Prime Minister sigh. She spoke again. "You have meetings at three o'clock".
"Thank you Miss Charlotte". he sighs again. "You don't understand the art. Valuable if you realized this".
She took a step forward, her eyes studying the painting. "You mean there was a diamond hiding inside that painting?"
"No. This is Abraham Lincoln we talked about, not the Mona Lisa. A valuable thing that you will not understand what I was waiting for or achieved".
He turns to her as he walks back towards the desk. "It's valuable. Beauty. Simple. Precious. Not just the painting I mean but what is inside it".
"I don't know, sir. I cannot answer that, the truth is there is a... still Abraham Lincoln painting and it didn't change at all".
He chuckled, taking a seat on a chair. She then handed the memo to him.
"They still want to know the solution of this matter, sir. The unknowingly attacked".
"Yes. Yes. I know that. They will never believe what I had to say on the tv after that. Who will believe the Angel of the Death was doing this? Do you think God hates us, Miss Charlotte?"
He asked her. She shrugged then nodded.
"Of course he does. God hates us, Miss Charlotte! that is why he sent those Angels and haunting us to pray and beg for forgiveness".
She backed away. "I shall let you breathe and give you space Mr. Prime Minister. I'll see you here at two-forty five then we go''. turning her feet, she left his office.
"It was the Dementor if you like to know what it's taunting us now Miss Charlotte. A foulest creature from the other side of the world. Magic".
She didn't hear the Prime Minister as he said that, she was already walking far from that door. He sank his body back to the chair, occasionally his eyes staring back at the Abraham Lincoln painting.
Hoping there will be another coughing from Lincoln and green flames bursting in his fireplace. And there will be her stepping out and smiling down at him.
The Prime Minister's heart is thumping, beating fast. Good lord.