(Hermione and Draco take on the zombie apocalypse) It's been five years since Harry, Hermione and Ron left Hogwarts.
Hermione, now twenty-two and engaged to Ron, prides herself in her intelligence. All her life, Hermione has always needed to kno...
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The ministry worker was at his wit's end as he finally packed his bags together. He looked despairingly at his wrist watch. It was going onto eleven PM! His wife would be livid he had been forced to stay so late, yet again. He was really starting to regret his 'promotion' to The Muggle-Worthy Excuse Committee. He was sure the last sap probably left due to the long hours and ever growing list of confounding problems they were forced to solve.
For example, just earlier that evening before he was about to slip out at his scheduled hour of six o'clock PM sharp to be home in time for his wife's roast hog, news came in of a young wizard that had tied up the Accidental Magic Department for several hours earlier that day when a muggle school's washroom was blown to smithereens. The young wizard child had apparently been distressed when he had somehow given himself a pig snout, creating hours of work for the Obliviators and endless paperwork still stacked on his own desk.
It was a rather tricky situation, as hysteria among the muggles had broken out about terrorists, that tragic event happening among their community over in the United States a few years back. muggle parents had run to the school, stealing their children back home thinking the school had been under attack. This, of course, made quite the mess for their three departments, running around to all the homes masquerading as various different sales people so they could erase the children's memories of the pig's snout on the young boy.
For those that hadn't been directly exposed, the story was that the child was coming into puberty a tad early and had a rather large bulbous pimple on his nose. The explosion was a bit more tricky, however, they had woven a satisfactory tale involving faulty wiring and bad electrical work. As it was, the school was already preparing a lawsuit against a rather confused electrical company. It wasn't perfect, but it was the best they could do, for any explosions around young children were rather sensitive and hard cases.
The muggle parents of the young muggle-born child had of course been informed of their child's magical needs. They had decided to withdraw him from his muggle school until the next year when he would likely be sent a letter from Hogwarts, in order to prevent any further incidents.
"All parents of muggle born children should be informed early on in order to prevent this kind of mess!" the wizards muttered to himself, shuffling the papers in his bag that he had to take home with him. Thank Merlin for bottomless bags that felt light as air, for he had stacks of paperwork in there.
He proceeded down towards the lift, sighing heavily with weariness. He really hoped his wife had saved him pot roast. He winced, thinking of the ear full he was going to get after she had likely spent so much time preparing the dinner for their Friday evening together. It had been ruined yet again by a poor neglected muggle-born child that had no idea what he was.
As he entered the lift, a hand reached out to the door, stopping it before it could close. Startled, the ministry worker peeked his head out the corner to see who it was.
