Inside My Mind (A Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Interlude VI

Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Ministry of Magic, London, England, Great Britain

Sunday the 22nd of June 1997

8:00 PM

"What do we got?" Scrimgeour asked Amelia Bones, quietly. Amelia sighed and shook her head. They looked through the one-sided mirror and at the young woman sitting with a smirk as she tipped her chair back. Her two bare feet were propped up on the table and shredded black clothing hung off her in rags. She was humming an eerie tune and Amelia would have shuddered at the sound of it if she wasn't a battle hardened Auror Commissioner.

"Nothing. We know her name but she won't talk. She's Bella Potter's sister. Her mother, a Muggle, was set to marry Sirius Black. That's been put on hold because of this piece of work," Amelia said, coolly. She watched as the dark haired woman's tongue flicked out and licked dark red lips. It looked like her lips were covered with wet blood and Amelia watched in horror as red actually came up on her tongue.

It was blood.

Hermione Jean Granger ran a hand through dark greasy curls and she started moving her head from side to side. She lifted the same hand that had gone through her curls and pointed at Amelia. Amelia gaped and Scrimgeour frowned.

"This is one-sided glass."

The ex-Auror turned to the speaker. Kingsley watched with narrowed eyes. This wasn't the Hermione Granger that he had seen in Grimmauld Place all those many times. This…whatever this was, was something different.

"I know. Perhaps she's just pointing at it," Scrimgeour said, lightly. Goose pimples rose on his skin as Hermione Granger slowly turned her hand and pulled a finger up. She crooked her finger. When no one reacted, she did it again. She was beckoning Amelia in.

She had known they were there.

Amelia cleared her throat and nodded to both Scrimgeour and Kingsley before walking, swiftly towards the door. She opened it and the lights suddenly went out. Amelia almost jumped when she heard the soft chuckle. It was a frightening sound and it sounded more like the cackle of a hyena. The lights flickered back on and Hermione Granger tilted her head. Her eyes were still rimmed with kohl. It looked as fresh as it had the night that she had been put into the Ministry holding cells where she would stay until her trial.

Amelia didn't approve of Bella Potter and Tom Riddle pulling strings to make her comfortable but they had both pointed out that Hermione wasn't afraid of dementors, mostly because of a surprisingly alive Draco Malfoy. Amelia didn't know what to think of that but since they didn't find any signs of Necromancy and since Luna Lovegood had actually made a fair trade with Death, she couldn't do anything. She wished to. The girl had narrowly avoided a few years in Azkaban.

"Evening, Commissioner."

The soft sound was a little disconcerting and the young woman licked her bloody lips again.

"Severus Snape has slipped into a coma and he's missing three fingers and a toe."

A little snort escaped from the girl with dark gleaming eyes and Amelia looked at her with a raised eyebrow. The girl swung her legs off the table and she leaned forward, showing her purple-shackled hands.