The Rebirth

Swimming troubles

Jerry looked at her as if she'd just asked him to hide a dead body. "Birth? In Azkaban? Never."
Hermione had expected this answer, -like he had said himself, Jerry had only worked there for 10 years. Not long enough.
Either way, Hermione continued to enquire.
"But it's possible?"
"Miss Granger, you can't possibly be questioning the security of Azkaban? Prisoners never interact, at least not in a place as serious as Azkaban. But even then, it's hardly likely - why on earth would you ask such a thing?"

"As much as your experience is valuable to others Mr Damon, your decade of working here means you simply cannot answer my question. If you could, would it be possible to direct me to someone who worked at Azkaban at the time Bellatrix Lestrange was kept here?"
Hermione was surprised at her own calm tone.
Jerry's face went cold. "Miss, are you sure that's wise?"
His eyes flickered on her arm, despite it being covered by her jacket.
"I'm simply asking if I could see someone who was working here during her imprisonment."
Jerry sipped on his own, murky grey tea. "There is one. He doesn't work here anymore, oh no. Remember this was the time of dementors, and so there was a limitation of people. He's retired now, poor thing. Being around dementors all day long was psychologically exhausting, patronus or not."
"But I can find him?"
"He lives in Merry Meade. I'll write you down the address." With one swish of his wand, a pen and paper zoomed to Jerry's hand, and he began writing an address.
"Thank you. I really appreciate it."
He handed her the paper.
"Just be careful. Turning over the past isn't always the best idea Miss, I hope you understand that."
Hermione smiled, and rose from her chair.
If only he knew how relevant to the future this was.
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Hermione quietly shut the gate to her home, resealing the protection charm as it clicked into place. She was welcomed by silence, and saw Ginny, Harry and Ron still laying on the sofa. The clock in the living room chimed loudly, breaking the silence. It was now 7.34 in the morning.
Feeling her sudden exhaustion, Hermione got comfortable in a sofa chair beside Ron, and fell asleep almost immediately, the whispers of her troubles swimming in her head.