The Mudblood And The Werewolf

Chapter 13: Hermione’s Plans

   “Mr. Weasley,
please come in,” Professor McGonagall said.

Ron entered and sat down in-front of Professor McGonagall’s
desk.

   “So what do you
want to see me for?”

McGonagall wanted to ask Ron if he knew that Hermione wasn’t
really afraid of flying, but decided against it. She decided to tell him what
had happened during the Order meeting.

   “Mr. Weasley,
Dumbledore has informed us that You-know-who’s servant is planning on marrying
you so that she can lead you right into You-know-who’s clutches.”

   “What.”

McGonagall nodded.

   “As a result your
going to be married off to Tonks this-.”

But she didn’t get a chance to finish, Ron had fainted.

   “I’m sure that you
understand Mrs. Lupin that normally broomstick design has been limited to men
that are from old Pureblood families,” said the head of Witch Broomstick. “And
the idea that a female has designed one of the best is laughable.”

Hermione glared at him.

   “And I thought this
was a free country,” Hermione said tartly. “I’ve got a broom that goes fifty
miles faster then the Firebolt and it passed inspection. I’m allowed to sell
them and I’m sure that you wouldn’t want me to sell them to the States, now
would you?”

The Head got nervous and Hermione knew she was winning. The
idea that the States would have an advantage over England
was something they just couldn’t have.

   “Very well,” the
Head said. “We shall have your broom in Witch Broomstick, just don’t sell to
the States.”

Hermione grinned.

   “Of course not,”
Hermione said.

   “Price?”

   “About
five hundred galleons more then the Firebolt. I want my broom associated
with those with money. However, I’m planning on giving several free brooms to
the students. I want advertising at Hogwarts and on the Witch Wireless and my
brooms in Quality Quidditch Supplies in both Hogsmead and Diagon Alley. I’m
also planning on showing a model of it in the Great Hall, with you introducing
it.”

   “As you wish, Mrs.
Lupin,” said the Head. “Anything else?”

   “I’ll let you know
when the time comes,” Hermione said.

            Madam Pomfrey
poured the antidote down Harry’s throat and with a pop he was back to normal.
Madam Pomfrey gave him a hard look and then left. She informed the Headmaster
that Harry was back to normal and he headed down there.

   “Harry, I’m glad
that your back with us,” Dumbledore said when he entered the wing.

   “It’s great to be
back, Professor,” Harry said. “However, I want Hermione sacked for attacking
me.”

Dumbledore gave him a strange look.

   “Harry, the
Ministry informed me they sent Remus the wrong potion,” Dumbledore said. “So
Hermione didn’t do anything wrong, she just did what she thought was right. Now
I want you to go to Professor McGonagall’s office, she has something to tell
you.”

            When
Hermione returned to the cottage she saw her husband grading papers that looked
like essays. He looked up when she entered and saw that she was smiling.

   “I’m guessing that
things went well at Witch Broomstick.”

   “You would be
correct,” Hermione said. “They’ve accepted my broom for their magazine and I’m
going to be allowed to show it off at Hogwarts.”

   “That’s
wonderful,” Remus said, really proud of his wife for the first time.
“But are you afraid that the Purebloods aren’t going to buy your broom once
they find out that a Muggleborn witch invented it.”

   “I don’t think
they’ll have a choice,” Hermione said, giving him an evil glint.

   “Alright, what did
you do to them?”

Hermione giggled.

   “Oh, I just put a
non-burning charm on them, that’s all,” Hermione said.

   “Well, I’m sure
that they’ll just love that.”

Hermione laughed this time.

   “Harry, please have
a seat,” Professor McGonagall said when Harry entered her office.

Harry sat, not understanding why Professor McGonagall wanted
to see him and why she had used his first name.

   “Now while you were
in the wing Dumbledore held a meeting because Fudge had come to his office and
told him that a Death Eater by the name of Morgana was asking to marry your
friend, Ron.”

   “What.”

McGonagall nodded.

   “He fainted before
I could explain why he was marrying Tonks.”

   “And why is he
marrying Tonks?” Harry asked.

   “Because that would
make him unavailable and You-know-who won’t be able to get to him. Now during
the meeting you were brought up because You-know-who wants to get his hands on
you just as badly. Dumbledore has decided, for your protection, that you will
marry Luna Lovegood.”

   “What!”

McGonagall gave him a stern look.

   “Harry, I’m not a fan
of this, but this is for your protection,” McGonagall said. “I will expect you
to marry her and treat her nicely. Gods knows she
needs it with all the stuff that she goes through.”

   “I’m surprised that
you’ve come here,” Dumbledore said.

   “Well, I normally
don’t do this, but the owner wants to introduce her product to those that
really use it, to bring the excitement right to Hogwarts front door, so to
speak. She’s going to have a drawing where selected students will get their
hands on her launched product. There will also be a demonstration of the broom
and they’ll be able to see the broom up close. I personally think this is an
absolute stroke of genius.”

   “I’ll agree with
that,” Dumbledore said. “I’m sure this will bring great excitement to the
students.”

The Head laughed.