Harry Potter. Hermione X Male Reader Story

Destroying Landmarks and Blinding Sparks

(Y/N)'s POV

"Mafalda!" said Umbridge, looking at Hermione. "Travers sent you, did he?" "Y-yes," squeaked Hermione. "Good, you'll do perfectly well."

Umbridge spoke to the wizard in black and gold. "That's that problem solved, Minister, if Mafalda can be spared for record-keeping we shall be able to start straightaway." She consulted her clipboard.

"Ten people today and one of them the wife of a Ministry employee! Tut, tut . . . even here, in the heart of the Ministry!" She stepped into the lift beside Hermione, as did the two wizards who had been listening to Umbridge's conversation with the Minister.

"We'll go straight down, Mafalda, you'll find everything you need in the courtroom. Good morning, Albert, aren't you getting out?" "Yes, of course," said Harry in Runcorn's deep voice. Harry stepped out of the lift.

We went down a floor back into the Auror office and the golden grille slid open again, I was trying desperately to think of an excuse to stay on the elevator and ride it down with them but I was interrupted.

"Well Dawlish, out you get dear" she said sweetly to me as if she was talking to a toddler. I nodded and shuffled out too. "Thank you, Dolores," I said, leaving a horrible taste in my mouth.

The golden grilles clanged shut behind me. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Hermione's anxious face sinking back out of sight, a tall wizard on either side of her, Umbridge's velvet hair-bow level with her shoulder.

It was quite difficult to walk away and ignore the urge to stick to Hermione like glue, especially with the added worry that came with the idea of her of all people getting caught right now, but I steeled myself and got ready to do what I came for.

Now all I had to do if find my way to the Auror Office. I was so thankful that Dawlish was tall, I mean it was still a change, he wasn't as tall as me, but I would have given up by now if I had to waddle around the Ministry as someone Harry's size or smaller, I'd get stepped on or something.

Mum always complained a lot about her commute, so I kind of knew where I was going. I was given some comfort by the thought of Mum having to shuffle through the other Aurors, almost all of them were taller than her.

Then I found the landmark I was looking for, Mum had mentioned it once or twice. The cubicles that made up the Auror Headquarters. I wondered which one was hers? I looked around and was dumbfounded, it looked both professional and unprofessional at the same time.

Pictures of known muggle-borns and dark wizards, maps, clippings from the Daily Prophet, and other odds and ends that laid strewn about the rest of the workspace. There was a wall left untouched by all the clutter.

There were words "In Memory of the Fallen" and beneath the words was a set of names and little pictures to go with them, some of them simple unmoving pictures or just names, others for the more outspoken were pictures of waving and happy faces.

It hurt to know that the fate of these people had all been so grim, but the memorial did bring me some comfort. Under the portraits were another set of words "Gone but never forgotten."

I saw loads of names I didn't recognise and sadly a few I did, I'm not even going to pretend I wasn't looking for her name because I was. In my head it was meant to miraculously spark an epiphany upon seeing it.

After a few idle seconds of scanning names I found it, clear as day. (M/N) (L/N). Above it was a stunningly pretty picture of her, with a wide grin and a cheeky little wink at the camera. It was weird, it was almost as if she knew it was me.

It was the same smile I was used to seeing as she walked through the door to greet me, her eyes seemed to be looking into mine. Maybe I was being nostalgic and sentimental, but it still brought me nothing but joy.