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"Hermione!" The twins said, catching her attention, "And isn't that our good friend, Tonks!"
Hermione laughed. "Hello," she said. "You're both doing well."
"Yes," they agreed before Fred gave a smile. "We'll give fifteen per cent off to you, given that you're a friend of Harry's, but if it's for Ron, it's a hundred per cent mark-up."
Hermione smiled. "Of course," she said. "Tonks pointed you out, so I thought I'd come and say hi."
Fred grinned as George turned his attention to Bellatrix, his brow raising, "and who's this?" George asked. "A new friend?"
"Bella," Hermione introduced, "This is Fred and George, Fred and George, this is Bella. She's transferring from Durmstrang this year."
," George said. "Well, welcome. Any friend of Hermione's is a friend of ours."
"Except, Ron," Fred said before turning his attention back to Bellatrix. "Have you met our brother?"
"No," Bellatrix said, eyeing them both. "I'm going to look around." And then, without any further conversation, Bellatrix left, stepping away to look around the shop. Hermione's chest tightened, feeling an anxious need to apologise for the behaviour as she looked at Fred and George both.
"Cool and mysterious, just like the other European," Fred said before smiling. "I see you have a type, Hermione."
"A type?" Hermione frowned. "Of friends?"
George winked. "Of friends," he said in a tone that suggested he did not mean "friends'.
Hermione blanched at the comment, shaking her head. "No, it's not like that," she assured.
Fred and George gave each other a look, smiling slyly between them, "Sure," they agreed. "But do let our brother know either way in what you choose."
Hermione's face began to grow warm at the insinuation, unsure if she was more embarrassed by the comment about Bellatrix or the one about Ron. "I––it's not,
"We know, we know," they said before George turned sharply, looking to where a child had knocked a stand of blow-up rattlesnakes. Quickly leaving to fix it, Fred remained smiling at Hermione. "There's some love potions over there if you need help."
She turned, staring at them. "They're
"They're more "infatuation" ones. Don't worry. They don't have nearly the same potency as Amoretia."
Hermione's mouth dropped, already filling hundred-and-one horror scenarios flying through her. "You can't be serious," she said. "Love potions are one of the most disgusting,
forms of magic. They––"
"Love to chat," Fred said. "But George needs help. Good speaking with you, Hermione." He said, providing a mocking bow before leaving. Hermione glared at him, turning on her heel. She would need to look into the laws, but there was
that an "infatuation" potion was legal.
Hermione stepped away, looking at the Patent Daydream Charms to the Shield Hats and felt a sense of wonderment slip over her annoyance. The
twins were doing some of the most complex magic she'd seen.
"Those shield hats are brilliant," Tonks said, pointing to the shield hats. "Ministry orders them in bulk for us. They don't stop big dark curses but bounce off all the minor jinxes and hexes. Great for when you've got your back turned."
To that, Hermione's brows rose. It was an impressive feat of magic, especially if the Ministry was buying them in bulk. Perhaps she'd been quick to call them out. If the boys were confident their "infatuation" potion was safe, then maybe they were. She moved, walking around the shelves until she came to the
A faint smell came from it, but Hermione could see the colour was softer than any of the more vital love potions. On the sign, it read
Lovely Love Potion, can work for up to 24 hours*.
In the asterisks section, Hermione read that 24 hours was pending on the person's weight and initial attraction to the user, cautioning that it does not override someone's disgust.
Hermione still believed it to be foul magic. In her opinion, anything that affected the other person's mental state in a way you could take advantage of them seemed stupidly dangerous. But...it wasn't a true love potion. It seemed to create a drunken effect if anything.
"Disgusting," Bellatrix said, standing beside her. "You're not going to purchase something like that, are you?"
"No," Hermione assured. "I wanted to see if it was a purposeful love potion. Apparently, it's more of an infatuation potion, but I still think it could be used to hurt someone," she said, looking the potion over. "I don't think they've thought of the consequences. To them, it's just a silly little gimmick."
Bellatrix's face deepened with dislike, and Hermione turned to face her, "They
good people. And very clever!" She assured.
"Your definition of
seems to change if you like someone," Bellatrix sneered before she walked away. "I'm finished here."
Hermione blinked, uncertain of what to say in response. It was such a stinging statement, yet Hermione couldn't fathom an argument against her. Was she right? Did she change her opinion of what was good because she liked someone? Or was it just that she forgave them easier?
Hermione wondered for a few moments more, grabbing some items of interest––a few bruise-be-gone balms, along with a decoy-detonator before she went to the counter of the shop, where a young woman with soft, lavender hair was serving.
"Miss Granger?" She queried as Hermione set a few items on the counter.
"Ah, yes," Hermione said. She wondered if Fred and George's discount had been revoked to be the mark-up in retaliation, but the woman tapped into the register and Hermione watched as the price lowered significantly. "Oh, thank you."
The woman nodded. "Was there anything else I could get you?"
"No, thank you," Hermione said, handing the money over. The sales assistant provided her with the bag, which Hermione promptly took before exiting the shop. Bella stood outside, quiet as she leaned against the bricks.
"Where's Tonks?" Hermione asked.
"Inside," Bellatrix stated, giving her a meaningful look.
"Was there somewhere else we needed to go to?" Hermione asked.
"There is," she said. "But are you going to go and
on me while I do it?"
To that, Hermione frowned. "Do you need to go to Knockturn Alley?"
"No," Bellatrix said. She moved forward and began walking away.
"Wait, where are you going? We need Tonks!"
Bellatrix didn't stop, and too quickly, she'd disappeared around the corner, back towards the Leaky Cauldron. Hermione didn't know what was so important, but she gave a half look at where Tonks was meant to be before running after Bellatrix. Tonks would be angry, but at least Hermione was following Dumbledore's advice about keeping Bellatrix safe.
As Hermione turned the corner, she watched as Bellatrix slipped down the side of Ollivanders.
"Bella!" Hermione hissed, but the woman only turned to give her a look before she had charmed the window to disappear as she climbed up and pulled herself inside.
Horror took over Hermione. Bellatrix was breaking and entering
into Ollivanders! Which certainly would have anti-thief spells. But as Hermione hesitated, she heard some people walking past, and before they could get a chance to peak around the alley, Hermione clamoured up the window and fell inside, causing a clatter of boxes.
Turning behind her, she charmed the window to reappear in its spot before looking in the dark. "
," she cast, holding her wand stead as she walked through the storage room. There were thousands of wand boxes, overturned and emptied as if someone had been looking for something specific. "Bella?" Hermione called.
There was no response. Hermione stepped carefully, peering around the hall to the shelves carrying thousand more wands.
A rustling caught her attention, and as Hermione turned to face the source, she jumped. "
What are you doing here?"
Hermione demanded.
"Getting another wand," Bellatrix stated, rustling through. "You said there's a war coming. I don't want to be caught with only one wand."
"That doesn't give you the right to
"The owner is probably dead, isn't he? All that will happen is someone bigger and more powerful will take over the shop, effectively
everything, anyway," Bellatrix stated as she waved a new wand (nothing occurred) before setting it aside.
"That's not how it works!" Hermione stated. "The Ministry will try to find descendants first, after confirming––"
"They won't. Someone with enough money will take over the shop, sell everything and then turn it into whatever will make them the most money. It's doing exactly what I'm doing, but on a grander scale," Bellatrix stated before pulling out another wand and waving it. A few sparks popped out, rather weakly, before she threw that wand aside. "The damned shopkeeper has no
in how he keeps things," she said, shuffling about.
"Are you looking for a specific wand?"
," Bellatrix stated, shuffling open the boxes. "Dragon heartstring, aspen. Over twelve inches," she said, rustling through the mess. "I'll take phoenix core, too but
"What's wrong with unicorn?" Hermione asked, knowing that Ron's was.
"It's for baby magic," Bellatrix said. "Dragon heartstring produces the most powerful magic, but phoenix is fine when paired with the right user."
"Many famous witches and wizards produce magic with unicorn cores."
duelling," Bellatrix stated, rustling through the boxes. She was so loud as she did it that Hermione was confident that someone would hear them from the outside. She didn't know how she was going to explain herself. Tonks would go mad, or worse, be disappointed with her. And she'd likely report it to Dumbledore, who would be
Hermione had never seen Dumbledore angry, but it was not something she wanted to witness firsthand.
"Tonks is going to get nervous if she can't find us," Hermione said. "She'll assume someone took us."
," Bellatrix said, glaring at her. "We'll leave, and no one has to know."
Hermione shivered, looking aside before she nodded. "We're only looking to find the wand?"
"Yes, it's the only thing I need," Bellatrix stated. Hermione shivered, the knowledge that this was
racketing through her, but instead of leaving, she began searching through the wands.
She was running through a few when Bellatrix yelled. Turning, Hermione watched as the woman held up the wand triumphantly, casting a few charms to fix the boxes all to their appropriate places.
"That's it?" She confirmed. "We can go?"
"You're a Gryffindor," Bellatrix scoffed. "Where's your bloody courage?"
Hermione balked, feeling her face grow warm at the insinuation. "There's no need to be rude!" She snapped. "Bravery and courage don't always mean being happy about breaking the law!"
Bellatrix smirked, looking her up and down. "You've already told me about your polyjuice incident. Not to mention going to the Department of Mysteries, which would be
," Bellatrix pointed out.
Hermione seethed. "It was
We were trying to save someone."
"See, I'm trying to protect myself with another wand. Not so different."
It was, Hermione wanted to argue, but she didn't. There was no point. Bellatrix was trying to get under her skin, for whatever reason. "Let's just leave before we get into any trouble."
They went out the same way they came in, walking back to the joke shop when Tonks stopped them. "Where did you two go running off to?" She asked. "Thought for sure Moody's was going to have my head."
"Broom shop," Bellatrix lied easily. "I want to see if any new brooms came out of interest."
Tonks frowned but didn't argue with the statement. "You can't wander off. It's not safe."
Hermione's stomach twisted with guilt. "Sorry," she said, meaning it. "We didn't think we would be gone for so long."
"It's fine," Tonks said. "No harm done, but it might be best if we kept it between the three of us, hmm?" She said, giving a wink.
It shouldn't frustrate her so much. Lying came quickly to her as much as it did for Bellatrix. Too easily. But Tonks was her friend, and lying to her felt awful. "Now, why don't we get lunch? I've still got another hour before the portkey goes."
Hermione nodded, following Tonks to the Leaky Cauldron as Bellatrix trailed behind, her newly stolen wand deep in her pocket.
Hermione knew she should tell Dumbledore, at the very least. Bellatrix was destructive, and a secret wand only made her all the more dangerous––and yet, Bellatrix had trusted her with that secret. Stupid as it was, there was a warmth to being brought in on a secret, even if it was layered with guilt.
She could always change her mind later and tell Dumbledore then, she supposed.
It was coming up to the end of Summer when Hermione’s mother reminded her that Cathy was coming to stay and would need the guest room.

"Hermione!" The twins said, catching her attention, "And isn't that our good friend, Tonks!"

Hermione laughed. "Hello," she said. "You're both doing well."

"Yes," they agreed before Fred gave a smile. "We'll give fifteen per cent off to you, given that you're a friend of Harry's, but if it's for Ron, it's a hundred per cent mark-up."

Hermione smiled. "Of course," she said. "Tonks pointed you out, so I thought I'd come and say hi."

Fred grinned as George turned his attention to Bellatrix, his brow raising, "and who's this?" George asked. "A new friend?"

"Bella," Hermione introduced, "This is Fred and George, Fred and George, this is Bella. She's transferring from Durmstrang this year."

," George said. "Well, welcome. Any friend of Hermione's is a friend of ours."

"Except, Ron," Fred said before turning his attention back to Bellatrix. "Have you met our brother?"

"No," Bellatrix said, eyeing them both. "I'm going to look around." And then, without any further conversation, Bellatrix left, stepping away to look around the shop. Hermione's chest tightened, feeling an anxious need to apologise for the behaviour as she looked at Fred and George both.

"Cool and mysterious, just like the other European," Fred said before smiling. "I see you have a type, Hermione."

"A type?" Hermione frowned. "Of friends?"

George winked. "Of friends," he said in a tone that suggested he did not mean "friends'.

Hermione blanched at the comment, shaking her head. "No, it's not like that," she assured.

Fred and George gave each other a look, smiling slyly between them, "Sure," they agreed. "But do let our brother know either way in what you choose."

Hermione's face began to grow warm at the insinuation, unsure if she was more embarrassed by the comment about Bellatrix or the one about Ron. "I––it's not,

"We know, we know," they said before George turned sharply, looking to where a child had knocked a stand of blow-up rattlesnakes. Quickly leaving to fix it, Fred remained smiling at Hermione. "There's some love potions over there if you need help."

She turned, staring at them. "They're

"They're more "infatuation" ones. Don't worry. They don't have nearly the same potency as Amoretia."

Hermione's mouth dropped, already filling hundred-and-one horror scenarios flying through her. "You can't be serious," she said. "Love potions are one of the most disgusting,

forms of magic. They––"

"Love to chat," Fred said. "But George needs help. Good speaking with you, Hermione." He said, providing a mocking bow before leaving. Hermione glared at him, turning on her heel. She would need to look into the laws, but there was

that an "infatuation" potion was legal.

Hermione stepped away, looking at the Patent Daydream Charms to the Shield Hats and felt a sense of wonderment slip over her annoyance. The

twins were doing some of the most complex magic she'd seen.

"Those shield hats are brilliant," Tonks said, pointing to the shield hats. "Ministry orders them in bulk for us. They don't stop big dark curses but bounce off all the minor jinxes and hexes. Great for when you've got your back turned."

To that, Hermione's brows rose. It was an impressive feat of magic, especially if the Ministry was buying them in bulk. Perhaps she'd been quick to call them out. If the boys were confident their "infatuation" potion was safe, then maybe they were. She moved, walking around the shelves until she came to the

A faint smell came from it, but Hermione could see the colour was softer than any of the more vital love potions. On the sign, it read

Lovely Love Potion, can work for up to 24 hours*.

In the asterisks section, Hermione read that 24 hours was pending on the person's weight and initial attraction to the user, cautioning that it does not override someone's disgust.

Hermione still believed it to be foul magic. In her opinion, anything that affected the other person's mental state in a way you could take advantage of them seemed stupidly dangerous. But...it wasn't a true love potion. It seemed to create a drunken effect if anything.

"Disgusting," Bellatrix said, standing beside her. "You're not going to purchase something like that, are you?"

"No," Hermione assured. "I wanted to see if it was a purposeful love potion. Apparently, it's more of an infatuation potion, but I still think it could be used to hurt someone," she said, looking the potion over. "I don't think they've thought of the consequences. To them, it's just a silly little gimmick."

Bellatrix's face deepened with dislike, and Hermione turned to face her, "They

good people. And very clever!" She assured.

"Your definition of

seems to change if you like someone," Bellatrix sneered before she walked away. "I'm finished here."

Hermione blinked, uncertain of what to say in response. It was such a stinging statement, yet Hermione couldn't fathom an argument against her. Was she right? Did she change her opinion of what was good because she liked someone? Or was it just that she forgave them easier?

Hermione wondered for a few moments more, grabbing some items of interest––a few bruise-be-gone balms, along with a decoy-detonator before she went to the counter of the shop, where a young woman with soft, lavender hair was serving.

"Miss Granger?" She queried as Hermione set a few items on the counter.

"Ah, yes," Hermione said. She wondered if Fred and George's discount had been revoked to be the mark-up in retaliation, but the woman tapped into the register and Hermione watched as the price lowered significantly. "Oh, thank you."

The woman nodded. "Was there anything else I could get you?"

"No, thank you," Hermione said, handing the money over. The sales assistant provided her with the bag, which Hermione promptly took before exiting the shop. Bella stood outside, quiet as she leaned against the bricks.

"Where's Tonks?" Hermione asked.

"Inside," Bellatrix stated, giving her a meaningful look.

"Was there somewhere else we needed to go to?" Hermione asked.

"There is," she said. "But are you going to go and

on me while I do it?"

To that, Hermione frowned. "Do you need to go to Knockturn Alley?"

"No," Bellatrix said. She moved forward and began walking away.

"Wait, where are you going? We need Tonks!"

Bellatrix didn't stop, and too quickly, she'd disappeared around the corner, back towards the Leaky Cauldron. Hermione didn't know what was so important, but she gave a half look at where Tonks was meant to be before running after Bellatrix. Tonks would be angry, but at least Hermione was following Dumbledore's advice about keeping Bellatrix safe.

As Hermione turned the corner, she watched as Bellatrix slipped down the side of Ollivanders.

"Bella!" Hermione hissed, but the woman only turned to give her a look before she had charmed the window to disappear as she climbed up and pulled herself inside.

Horror took over Hermione. Bellatrix was breaking and entering

into Ollivanders! Which certainly would have anti-thief spells. But as Hermione hesitated, she heard some people walking past, and before they could get a chance to peak around the alley, Hermione clamoured up the window and fell inside, causing a clatter of boxes.

Turning behind her, she charmed the window to reappear in its spot before looking in the dark. "

," she cast, holding her wand stead as she walked through the storage room. There were thousands of wand boxes, overturned and emptied as if someone had been looking for something specific. "Bella?" Hermione called.

There was no response. Hermione stepped carefully, peering around the hall to the shelves carrying thousand more wands.

A rustling caught her attention, and as Hermione turned to face the source, she jumped. "

What are you doing here?"

Hermione demanded.

"Getting another wand," Bellatrix stated, rustling through. "You said there's a war coming. I don't want to be caught with only one wand."

"That doesn't give you the right to

"The owner is probably dead, isn't he? All that will happen is someone bigger and more powerful will take over the shop, effectively

everything, anyway," Bellatrix stated as she waved a new wand (nothing occurred) before setting it aside.

"That's not how it works!" Hermione stated. "The Ministry will try to find descendants first, after confirming––"

"They won't. Someone with enough money will take over the shop, sell everything and then turn it into whatever will make them the most money. It's doing exactly what I'm doing, but on a grander scale," Bellatrix stated before pulling out another wand and waving it. A few sparks popped out, rather weakly, before she threw that wand aside. "The damned shopkeeper has no

in how he keeps things," she said, shuffling about.

"Are you looking for a specific wand?"

," Bellatrix stated, shuffling open the boxes. "Dragon heartstring, aspen. Over twelve inches," she said, rustling through the mess. "I'll take phoenix core, too but

"What's wrong with unicorn?" Hermione asked, knowing that Ron's was.

"It's for baby magic," Bellatrix said. "Dragon heartstring produces the most powerful magic, but phoenix is fine when paired with the right user."

"Many famous witches and wizards produce magic with unicorn cores."

duelling," Bellatrix stated, rustling through the boxes. She was so loud as she did it that Hermione was confident that someone would hear them from the outside. She didn't know how she was going to explain herself. Tonks would go mad, or worse, be disappointed with her. And she'd likely report it to Dumbledore, who would be

Hermione had never seen Dumbledore angry, but it was not something she wanted to witness firsthand.

"Tonks is going to get nervous if she can't find us," Hermione said. "She'll assume someone took us."

," Bellatrix said, glaring at her. "We'll leave, and no one has to know."

Hermione shivered, looking aside before she nodded. "We're only looking to find the wand?"

"Yes, it's the only thing I need," Bellatrix stated. Hermione shivered, the knowledge that this was

racketing through her, but instead of leaving, she began searching through the wands.

She was running through a few when Bellatrix yelled. Turning, Hermione watched as the woman held up the wand triumphantly, casting a few charms to fix the boxes all to their appropriate places.

"That's it?" She confirmed. "We can go?"

"You're a Gryffindor," Bellatrix scoffed. "Where's your bloody courage?"

Hermione balked, feeling her face grow warm at the insinuation. "There's no need to be rude!" She snapped. "Bravery and courage don't always mean being happy about breaking the law!"

Bellatrix smirked, looking her up and down. "You've already told me about your polyjuice incident. Not to mention going to the Department of Mysteries, which would be

," Bellatrix pointed out.

Hermione seethed. "It was

We were trying to save someone."

"See, I'm trying to protect myself with another wand. Not so different."

It was, Hermione wanted to argue, but she didn't. There was no point. Bellatrix was trying to get under her skin, for whatever reason. "Let's just leave before we get into any trouble."

They went out the same way they came in, walking back to the joke shop when Tonks stopped them. "Where did you two go running off to?" She asked. "Thought for sure Moody's was going to have my head."

"Broom shop," Bellatrix lied easily. "I want to see if any new brooms came out of interest."

Tonks frowned but didn't argue with the statement. "You can't wander off. It's not safe."

Hermione's stomach twisted with guilt. "Sorry," she said, meaning it. "We didn't think we would be gone for so long."

"It's fine," Tonks said. "No harm done, but it might be best if we kept it between the three of us, hmm?" She said, giving a wink.

It shouldn't frustrate her so much. Lying came quickly to her as much as it did for Bellatrix. Too easily. But Tonks was her friend, and lying to her felt awful. "Now, why don't we get lunch? I've still got another hour before the portkey goes."

Hermione nodded, following Tonks to the Leaky Cauldron as Bellatrix trailed behind, her newly stolen wand deep in her pocket.

Hermione knew she should tell Dumbledore, at the very least. Bellatrix was destructive, and a secret wand only made her all the more dangerous––and yet, Bellatrix had trusted her with that secret. Stupid as it was, there was a warmth to being brought in on a secret, even if it was layered with guilt.

She could always change her mind later and tell Dumbledore then, she supposed.

It was coming up to the end of Summer when Hermione’s mother reminded her that Cathy was coming to stay and would need the guest room.