Reborn As Hermione Granger

003: Making Rights

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A pair of brown warm-toned eyes met with that of yellow slit pupils.

The ginger cat mewled from the tree as it leaped and jumped to the girl's arm.

Hermione almost dropped the cat by accident when it jumped on her, she ignored the way the cat stared at her.

Just in front of her house, after her school she found Crook-shanks, the half kneezle familiar of Hermione Granger from all her lives.

The cat was now in her house, now how should she convince her parents to keep the cat which bonded with her by itself.

Yes, the cat was extremely intelligent.

And perhaps it was a bit too soon of a meeting, but Crook-shanks always ended up as Hermione's familiar.

And god was her mother charmed by the ginger cat but she was stubborn about not keeping a cat.

And a puppy eye and lots of pretty "please," kept her pleased enough to keep the cat for two days.

Then, persuasion from her father dear, she danced in her mind at the win and then more puppy eyes and begging and "please" with the blue eyes that she knew her mother couldn't deny and her being adorable.

Yes, and finally they kept her crookshanks with few conditions regarding responsibility that Hermione had to manage.

And Harry.

She informed the Child Protection Services of an abuse in a detailed manner from a phone booth, tried on an illusion that fooled others into seeing an adult and kept a rather detailed conversation about the ongoings at the Privet Drive 4.

By gods, was she tired when she did go back.

She had fainted on the couch, thank Morgana for that.

She was out for about ten hours as she had slept soundly.

Now, to Wizarding world.

She had to inform Madame Bones, Head of the DMLE [Department of Magical Law Enforcement] is known to be fair even in the books and when other Hermione's had known her.

But how do I inform her?

A child? Why would she listen to a child at that?

And even if I'm known to be the heiress of Dagworth-Grangers, I'm still not acknowledged, by the rings and the seats too young and it's pointless right now.

House elf? No.

A secret note? Too suspicious.

Then, something came to her mind. Walburga Black. If she's alive, no it'll be hard to meet her.

Andromeda Tonks is the most likely solution but even then where is she right now?

Then an owl, I should send her an owl. Even if she's suspicious it'll not be as rigid of a situation as with Madame Bones or with the other Black. Merlin forgive, if Walburga got a hint of my half blood-mud blood whatever filthy blood near her proximity.

Not that I hated her, Walburga was a woman who lived by her own morals and view, she was amazing if not for the fact she was emotionally stunted as one could be. And of course, the way with which she raised her two heirs, yes Walburga raised her sons more as heirs than as her sons.

Five Days Later

While the the services I set on the Dursleys were very thorough. They were now monitoring the Dursleys.

They deserve it I thought with a scoff.

And comes the Wizarding policies and the nut of a law.

Many important laws will be passed down until well, ways into the decade. It's not what I need to focus on right now I need to thoroughly read the laws of Wizarding Britain.

Hermione rummaged with her cutesy diaries and pointed out the important ones for the case she had on right now which was not many.

The Wizarding world needs a wake up call and I don't trust a dumbledore enough with the things it will correct.

A self help call from the youngling who is without wand.

When a magical child is feeling endangered, and if there is a magical nearby, they are obliged to save and help the child. No matter the situation or the blood status as it is very rarely, that magical child can feel as such. Magical children are treated as a boon, a blessing to be treasured in the wizarding world, and that is why most magic born, especially purebloods grow spoiled or pampered.

Silver eyes reminiscent of a star widened as she arrived through the ribbon; the port key.

She had never ever known of a stench of such extent; the fear, the sorrow, the loneliness, the envy and most of all the pain.

It was but a distinct patch of previous emotions exploding through the child.

A magical child was nearby and most possibly a muggle-born, though that'd be unlikely as much as it was possible.

Even if this is a trap, Andromeda thought of her daughter, her Nymphadora and what she'd do in such a situation if her daughter ever felt this despair.

She got chills and the rage only fueled more as with the tornado of concern as with the ringing bells in her head.

The abnormally similar and boring houses all around and that imprint she felt through the now dark spell left her dizzy.

Cloaking herself, she gave the disgusting place a visit.

A cupboard.

That child lived in a cupboard. With a furious intake of breath, the witch began her investigation.

The fates altered once more.

Hermione yelled.

"Shanks!! Crookshanks!!!"

Hermione yelped as the bloody cat meowed below her.

"You insufferable cat! Could you please not ruin my remaining good mufflers anymore?" She groaned.

The ginger cat huffed as it settled itself in her warm arms.

The coin, the single pence in her pocket burned against her pockets.

Harry! He must be fine by now if I'm getting this signal.

I need to check up on him! But I need to manage my escape more thoroughly this time around.

Whereas, a verdant eyed boy sat comfortably in the home of none other than Andromeda Tonks née Black awaiting a trial for the change of his magical guardian.

Dumbledore was in for a major surprise and not pleasantly.

If Hermione was aware, she would have cackled more terrifying than the insane black witches.

The world was going in a direction that would leave seers in astonishment but only time shall know and tell.

Making rights of the wrongs done. For undoing of some people and things are always necessary for betterment of some people whose life has been wronged.

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