Hermione smiled to herself as she threw a checked blanket over Ron, Harry and Ginny. Knowing they'd never willingly fall asleep in a situation like this, she'd snuck a sleeping charm into their teas. Now she had time to properly plan.
The sun had already risen, and Hermione predicted it was maybe five or six in the morning.
Nevertheless, she got a grey notebook out, removing a pen from her pocket and tapping it on the table. Where could she look, where could she possibly find anything about Ivy?
Ok. Hermione inhaled, clearing her thoughts. Let's think logically. Ivy didn't look any older than us, maybe even younger? But that would mean - Hermione stood, her eyes wide.
She knew where she needed to go.
Not even bothering to take a bag, Hermione grabbed her brown leather jacket, shutting the door quietly behind her.
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Hermione awkwardly and nervously stood on the cliff face, salty water spraying on her cheeks. She'd never been to Azkaban before.
In front of her stood a triangular black block of building, which looked evermore sinister in the cloudy morning sky. Where would she even start?
Maybe by walking in.
Hermione rolled her eyes at herself.
She shakily began walking towards the building, still unsure of how she was going to find what she was looking for.
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"Can I help you Miss. Granger?"
A grey haired man stood in a dark velvet suit. Hermione was sure he didn't intend to look so elegant - it was a prison after all.
"You know me?" Hermione asked stupidly. To this day, it surprised her that people approached her, or knew her name.
"How could I not," the man smiled kindly. "Anyhow, this is hardly the place for you - what do you require?"
"Er, well, how well would you say you know this place?"
"Fairly well - I've worked here a good decade. Sorry Miss, if you don't mind me saying, you look ever so flustered. A cup of tea would soothe you perhaps?"
As much as the idea went against her instincts, Hermione accepted.
Who would've known that Hermione Granger would end up drinking tea in Azkaban?
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The Rebirth
Fanfiction19 years since the Battle of Hogwarts, and life is going well for the former 'Golden Trio'. But will things really stay that way when the trio gets followed by a figure from the past? A fanfiction based off the book written by J.K Rowling
