Disclaimer: I do not own the 'Harry Potter' or 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them' franchise or anything affiliated with them, you know the drill. I only own my OCs.

AN: Ahh! It's good to be back after so long. I haven't abandoned this story I will just be updating it more slowly because you know how life is. Between work, my car dying on me, my computer being a dick waffle and 'G' the mother to my other rabbit 'Dobby' also passing away from heartbreak, I've been in a right funk. Anyhow, thank you for your fantastic patience and support! Here is a shout-out to those of you whose ideas I have incorporated and considered (Alessandra.12, MuseofSong, Leah Petrova and Psycho Witwicky).

Mo-Freakin – Thank you so much for the cover you made on DeviantArt. It looks absolutely amazing and I can really see all of the effort you put into it. I would also really love to see the other one that you were creating, especially if it looks as good as the one you already made :)

SakuraLove24 – Thank you so much for worrying about me! I'm alright now for the most part. Back then not so much but your words made me feel better, worrying about strangers is a good quality; never lose it :)

Warning: This is an AU, so there will be some OOC and Minor Potter/Heavy Weasley Bashing. Also, some Language and Sexual Content later.

Chapter 3

Granger Danger and the Potter Patrol

Everything was quiet and soothing in the early morning hours. It was that good and proper quiet the kind that gave everyone in Lower East London the serene sense of peace.

Muggles were getting up and milling about, walking to work and boarding trains. Those on the sidewalks were laughing and smiling while engaging in conversations with others. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Since the 'Great Reveal' everything was perfect, the Muggles weren't startled by sudden apparation or the weird dress of magical folk anymore.

Everything. Was. Perfect.

Save the blur of brown and purple.

People jumped out of the raging witches' way in fear, what with the trembling limbs of fury and the countenance of a raging bull. Yes, both those Muggle and magical knew she meant business as she skidded around corners with caramel eyes wild. Hermione Jean Granger was on the war path since leaving her apartment in a rush after hearing what Ronald had been trying to do.

She nearly gave elderly Ms. Evers in the apartment next door a heart attack as her door flew open with a bang. Needless to say it was certainly a frightening sight to see as she made her way up the stairs with her morning paper. All she saw was a mass of swinging limbs accompanied by a face covered with a tight pursed scowl as the young woman flew down the stairs only to be followed soon after by identical ginger triplets all with expressions between ire, worry and pure joy.

The poor woman didn't know what to think as she heard their fading laughter and a shout.

"RONALD WEASLEY. I WILL RING YOUR NECK YOU ARROGANT BLOODY TOE-RAG!"

What a weird day this was turning out to be.

She sure hoped that whoever this 'Ronald Weasley' gentleman was he was a fast runner.

That man was in for a world of pain.

Hermione pushed herself faster and faster as she moved. She had never been much of a runner, even as a child. She felt herself beginning to tire but the rage she felt in her veins was enough to keep her going.

'Did the entire fucking Department forget that they can't execute without my approval! Minister Gorgan Strump made sure of that in 1811 when he made it law that only Department Head could make this decision. This is ridiculous!'

She shook her head she couldn't think about that, it was just making her angry. She pushed forward and she didn't need to turn around to know that the pound of feet on asphalt behind her was the triplets following, if the sound of Theodora's excited cackling was anything to go by.

'They are going to follow me regardless of if I want them to or not.' Hermione thought wearily.

They were her own personal guard dogs…well Theodora were anyway.

As she neared the apparation point she let out a sigh of relief. She lunged forward with reflexes she didn't even think she possessed in stilettos. Spinning toward the alcove by the supermarket, she slid into position with expert precision.

Taking a huffing breath, she straightened up and smoothed her beige coat and quickly pulled out a black compact mirror from the side of her purse and stared momentarily to prepare for her literal battle with a certain Weasley.

Hermione Granger, she was a professional and the Department Head of Level 4; she was sick and tired of people trying to run the show without her consent. They got rid of a lot of the dirty Ministry employees but clearly not all of them. She fought hard to get to where she was, by damn it she wasn't going to enter the Ministry as anything others than the boss.

She wasn't vain by any means she just believed that when a person is deemed highly professional one should look the part. People believed they were better suited for the job, because they were 'Pureblooded'.

Hermione sighed and looked out into the distance for a moment. Letting her thoughts wander.

'No, Ronald isn't getting out of this one. Over the years I thought he would've grown up and stopped being a Man-Child.'

She scoffed.

'He's just the same as he was in school; the attention and the fame. He soaked it up like a sponge.'

Growling, she squinted.

'The best-friend of 'The Chosen One'; Harry's made mistakes by siding with Ronald, he's too nice. I constantly gave him chances when none should've been given. He's been trying to talk to me. I know he wants to apologize, it certainly doesn't help that Ginny has him wrapped around her finger.'

She sighed again.

She gave him chances, she gave him plenty. She didn't know why she hadn't left him yet, but that was just what emotional abuse was. She was strong; she knew it and he knew it but he also knew how to say the right things and make her come crawling back to him, to appeal to her sense of responsibility and compassion.

She was gentle and considerate and to him that's what made it so easy at least that's what the triplets and her other friends said.

But, today she was done. They were going to talk and have a long one at that. She wanted to know where the man she loved had gone and why he had turned into this thing. Was it the fame? Was it her?

Yes, Ronald Bilius Weasley was about to get one of the largest lectures to ever be recorded in history, if that was even possible. She might even smack him around with a book for a bit.

Jolting out of her dangerous thoughts she looked back in the mirror.

Scrunching her thickly formed eyebrows in concentration she re-applied her red lipstick.

It was Lady Danger by MAC.

'A good name considering the situation' she though off-handedly.

'A woman has to have war paint whenever she means business.'

She smirked viciously.

Hermione snapped the compact shut and placed it back into its resting place along with her lipstick; checking that Mimsy was still safely nestled into her hair, she prepared to disparate.

With a well-placed scowl, she twisted her thin wrist in a quick gesture and with an accompanied loud popping bang, like a Muggle car misfiring-she vanished.

Her stiletto's slammed into the polished dark oak floors of the British Ministry of Magic with tooth jarring force. Straightening out she darted down the long corridor of masonic stone archways covered with floo networks and apparation's points.

God, she hated apparation even though she'd been doing it for years, it felt like being pushed through a rubber tube and being pulled apart. She would never get used to that. She even remembered the first time she'd taken the test-she vomited all over the place and to her embarrassment; on her examiners shoes.

In her hurry she shoved herself around and between the many magical beings and creatures weaving in and out.

She passed the majestic golden statue in the middle of the circular room that had been restored to its former glory after the Ministry was taken back from the Death Eaters and behind it was a large moving banner of the African-American Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt.

She flew right by the wood desk that housed the Information Administration and took a sharp left toward the golden elevator and House Elf operator that would bring her to Level 4.

It was in sight, she was almost there.

She glanced at the watchtower to her right. 7:45 a.m. – 45 minutes.

"Hey, Hermione!" A voice broke through.

She skidded to an abrupt stop her purse flopping from the momentum.

"What's the rush?"

A cheerful, yet timid voice floated toward her.

Hermione spun towards the source and was startled to see the bespectacled grey eyes of her friend, Barnabus Splivens.

Barney was a tall, Pure-Blooded and socially awkward Hufflepuff who worked in the Department of Mysteries. He was one of Hermione's first friends at the Ministry and his parents were huge supporters of Voldemort much to his shame.

Not that it bothered him much anymore; after all, he hadn't had contact with them for almost a decade when he threw away their values and married a Muggle after his Hogwarts graduation. Hermione admired him greatly because of this as well as for his war efforts to help relocate and hide Muggleborns and their families. This however, had cost him greatly.

Swiftly, Hermione looked down at how he favored his left leg and leaned heavily on the black cane held firmly in his grasp. It pained her considering he was only 28 years old.

Even in a rush she smiled gently and made small talk. She still had 45 minutes and she didn't want to cause alarm within her friend circle that would just make things more difficult than they already were to deal with; especially considering how overly protective they already were.

"Barney, how are you?" She asked pleasantly, yet strained.

"I'm doing rather well." The tawny haired man stated warmly whilst straightening his cufflinks.

"How are Cordelia and the girls doing?" She enquired.

"Medusline and Cersei miss you and my wife's fantastic."

He paused.

"She wants you to come over for Cersei's 3rd Birthday in a few weeks, can you make it?"

"I'll let you know by the end of the week."

Barney smiled and nodded, his freckled cheeks turning red with joy.

"Sorry Barney but I have to go. I have an important issue that needs to be settled."

He waved his hand in understanding and wandered toward the Admin desk.

As she turned to leave several things happened; an elderly man in a blue pea coat and briefcase bumped into her causing her to stumble. A strong calloused hand lunged out and steadied her. The man mumbled a distracted sorry as he re-latched his case and without turning he clumsily stumbled away on long legs. She hadn't seen his face only his tuft of curled white hair.

As he walked away he clenched the hand that touched her feeling a tingling sensation while Hermione stared as he rounded the corner.

Suddenly without warning, her Time Turner underneath her blouse started to burn her skin.

"Ah!"

Barney looked up startled by the noise with a raised eyebrow.

Hermione dug into her blouse and pulled out the Time Turner, it was glowing and leaking silvery-gold sand as Barney immediately started to flounder about Hermione in a panic, looking very much the part of a seal.

"No, No, don't take that out here, what are you doing, I could get into trouble!"

His right arm flapped around under his maroon dress robes.

"We could both get fired or suspended-These are supposed to be destroyed!"

He reached forward to force her to put it away, groping her by the chest in his panicked state; to an outsider it may have looked like he was grabbing her bosom.

"Wow, Barney…didn't know you had it in you…"

A loud, rumbling voice responded.

Slowly the two turned to see Gideon Corvish standing behind them with the triplets- who seemed to have finally caught up. All of them had varying degrees of annoyance on their faces to go along with their windswept hair and heaving chests.

Robes all in disarray…in short…

The triplets looked laughable at best; especially next to Gideon; after all the man was 6'5" and towered over the triplets along with most people at the Ministry.

The 37-year-old Half-Blood looked terrifying

Gideon's hazel-green eyes were narrowed at them in suspicion with his lips pursed; darting back and forth in quick succession, his thick black hair and stubble only enhanced his scowl.

Gideon was all muscle, the man was a Gryffindor Quidditch Captain in his Hogwarts years, and thus he was built like an Ox.

"Oh, hey Gideon, what's up?" Hermione asked casually while Barney slowly backed away, Gideon's eyes following him.

He just stared along with the triplets.

"How're Camilla and Micah?" She asked again to get their attention away from Barney; they were all friends and Barney was just trying to stop them from getting into trouble, plus she knew that they were just messing with poor Barney because he was so easy to fluster.

You know that one friend in your group that everyone always works up because it was so easy and amusing to watch…that was Barney.

Gideon's eyes snapped back to Hermione and a grin slowly spread across the former Gryffindor's face.

"Hey 'Mione, they're doing great!"

Hermione smiled and Barney let out a visible sigh of relief causing the triplets to giggle.

"When is Camilla due?"

"Oh, 2 months, you'll be there, right…to be honest Camilla scares me when she goes on her rampages…she's always demanding pickles."

All the women and Barney laughed, child birth was a natural thing and after experiencing it or being around someone who had delivered a child you sort of shrugged it off.

"Yes, Gideon I'll be there, can't have you brave it by yourself, can I?"

He nodded in relief and then turned serious.

"So, What's this about Ron the Twat?"

Hermione and the triplets choked back giggles.

"News travels that fast?" Questioned Hermione and Gideon nodded in response.

"What about him?" Barney asked suddenly very serious and curious.

"Besides the fact that the little ginger has no soul- "Cut in Gideon with a deadpan.

"Oi!" Shouted the Triplets in unison; offended because they were also gingers.

"He scheduled another execution with the Disposal Committee, both of whom seem to keep forgetting that our dear Ms. Granger is Head of the Department and she is the only person that can confirm and approve to such a request."

"Time!" She got so caught up in trying to avoid riling up her friends she forgot the issue!

Hermione's shout caused all her friends to jump.

"It's about 8:15 am." Stated Gideon digging out his pocket watch.

Hermione and the triplets ran toward the elevator as Hermione slipped off her Time Turner tossing it to Barney, who looked up in confusion after catching it with one hand.

"It's leaking and glowing, I thought it was broken?"

"It is." Barney stated without missing a beat.

"Well it's not; could you give it an once-over for me please?" She pleaded.

"I suppose." He said while turning it over to examine it in his hand.

Hermione nodded satisfied and ran into the elevator with the twins following.

"Level 4, please." She yelled to the House Elf.

The elevator slowed to a stop and completely halted.

"Ministry of Magic/Level 4/ Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures." Stated the intercom.

The cage opened and they stepped out and began to walk straight toward the office at the end of the hall.

As they reached the end they saw their friend and someone Hermione knew well.

In front of the door was a plaque stating 'Mathilda Grimblehawk, Lead Investigator-Beast Division' stood Medea Everclaw, Senior Assistant Secretary. The tall, curvy Pure-Blood Slytherin stared at them with her dark blue eyes.

Next to Medea stood Harry dressed in his Auror uniform with Ginny next to him, her face stuck in its now usual fixed scowl.

Hermione flinched as she looked at him.

He opened his mouth.

"Hermione-"

She held out a hand to him and interrupted.

"Harry we can discuss this later, OK?"

He frowned.

"I know that we have a lot to discuss but right not Ronald is trying to execute innocent animals."

Harry's eyes narrowed and he looked toward Ginny with a side glance and a frown.

Hermione followed his eyes.

'He's never scowled at her before. I know that we haven't talked in a while but…did something happen there?'

Hermione raised an eyebrow as Harry shook his head in a way that stated 'Later'.

"HEY, WE HAVE AN EXECUTION TO STOP PEOPLE, YOUR PROBLEMS ARE NOT IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW!"

Shouted Theodora.

Jolting out of there eye lock both Harry and Hermione nodded to each other while Ginny rolled her eyes. They had come to an understanding about Ronald then.

"Come on Potter Patrol!"

Shouted Theodora again as she pushed them forward.

They all dashed out and Hermione walked past Medea taking off her coat and hanging it on the plush black chair by her polished desk at the front of the room surrounded by cubicles.

"Does Mathilda know the situation?" Hermione asked seriously.

Medea nodded to Hermione sharply causing her deep chocolate curls to rustle.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"What level are the creatures, give me the status?"

"We have 4 illegally transported creatures, all of whom show signs of abuse and neglect. The smugglers ran from Kyoto, Japan up into Greece and into Britain. Aboard we found two adult Thestrals, a breeding pair-Level XXXX, one baby female Cerberus- Level XXXXX and a 7-tailed male Zenko Kitsune- Level Unknown."

"Zenko?" Asked Magnolia curiously.

"Zenko means 'Good Fox'" Stated Hermione.

Hermione turned and started to walk toward the Committee room all three other women along with Harry and Ginny followed directly behind her as other witches and wizards peeped out to watch.

"Type?" She asked Medea harshly.

"Celestial, old, roughly 400-1000 years of age based upon how its fur has turned white and gold."

Hermione gritted her teeth and hissed.

"Well then it seems the Committee and Auror Weasley need to be educated. Zenko Kitsune are near extinct and therefore protected by the Wizard Confederation of Japan. Second, they want to execute a baby?"

Cerbi were exceedingly rare though, Fluffy still lingered around the Forbidden Forest.

Reaching the ornate brass doors covered in swirling designs she slammed them open in fury startling everyone in the Committee Room. The room was full of people. The animals were in cages, their fur matted and they skinny as well. She was furious.

Hermione glared and shouted causing a chill to run down everyone's spin.

"YOU ALL SEEM TO HAVE FORGOTTEN WHO THE BLOODY HELL RUNS THIS DEPARTMENT!"

Looking around at the startled occupants her eyes locked onto Ronald's.

Marching forward Hermione slammed her palms onto the desk, her fingernails making marks in the wood.

She leaned in as Ronald leaned back and gulped as her eyes hardened into steel.

"You and I are going to have a conversation."

"You can't do that, you shouldn't be in here." Shouted the snooty voice of one Lucille Roseburg, Senior Secretary of the Committee members; things were going to get ugly.

Hermione sent her withering glare toward her.

'Typical'. She scoffed.

Lucille was dressed in a skirt that was too tight and high for her frame and a tight blouse the color of periwinkle that was opened to show her cleavage. Her face was caked in make-up and her bottle blonde curls were pulled back.

Ron looked toward her from his seat. He licked his lips and she smirked.

Hermione frowned along with Harry who she turned to as if asking if he'd seen that interaction too.

He had and the look on his face told her he didn't know either, Ginny, however was a wild card.

The motion of Hermione's head caused him to notice the other guests.

He looked them over and flinched at Theodora who was cracking her knuckles.

"I have the only right, Lucille. Or have you forgotten?"

Lucille scowled but was otherwise quiet.

Hermione turned her gaze toward the now sweating Committee.

"Does the Minister know you're currently doing Mr. Cuthers?" She asked addressing the Committee Head.

He shook his head.

Hermione grinned with malice.

She shook her head.

"I am Head of this Department which means that you answer to me and in accordance to the rules set by Minister Gorgan in 1811, you cannot execute an animal, no matter the level unless they are dangerous and have proven so by attacking!"

A thin, frail looking woman with crow-like eyes looked down at Hermione.

"Ms. Granger the Thestrals did attack."

Hermione glared at her and turned to the caged Thestrals and looked at the females distended stomach.

"She's pregnant you ignorant twat, I can tell just by looking at her." Hermione growled and the woman quieted.

She spread out her arms.

"Is this really your only defense? That still doesn't excuse the other animals one of which is near extinct and the other a baby! You believe the words of a man with the emotional range of a teaspoon and the knowledge of a zippo lighter?"

Harry let out a strangled gasp behind her that sounded like laughter.

The room was silent.

"THANK GOD! Now Medea get Mathilda and her team to feed and check up on the animals and let me have the Cerbi."

Medea nodded as the cages were moved out of the room after she handed the skinny baby female Cerbi who was wrapped in a blanket to Hermione. Hermione felt tears gather in her eyes the baby was so tiny. Who could do something like this?

"Scourgify." She whispered cleaning up the baby as its stomach growled.

"Does anyone have any food?"

Harry immediately stepped forward and pulled out a piece of jerky from his lunch box handing it to Hermione. Hermione smiled.

Hermione looked up and scowled as the baby nibbled at the meat.

"I'll have your jobs, You're done…all of you!" She stated glancing at Ron.

Ron opened his mouth and looked toward Harry and Ginny who he noticed stood beside the triplets.

His eyes pleaded for help but Harry just stared him down. He was stuck.

He looked away just in time to see Ginny try to grab his hand and have Harry to shake her off.

"Hermione I-"

Before he could finish the door slammed open again.

This time there stood the Minister and the mysterious man who had bumped into her earlier.

Only this man wasn't a stranger at all. In fact, everyone in the room knew who he was. Newt Scamander.

"Well, isn't this exciting." He stated and Hermione's mouth dropped open as they connected eyes.

AN:

BOOM! Chapter finished along with another Newt encounter and a cliff hanger, I will post the next chapter after I gain at minimum, 30 more reviews.

Please continue to pose questions and PM with things you don't understand. I am more than happy to answer them for you. I hope I cleared up some of the issues with the Harry bashing. He isn't doing it purposefully, he is just too nice for his own good sometimes and he can be manipulated.

Food for Thought:

What do you think of the new OCs – Gideon, Medea and Barney?

Do you want her to meet Young Albus Dumbledore? (Cissnei69)

Would you like the Willowbeam Triplets to hide in Hermione's Purse and travel to the past? (Sarasrii)

A lot of you have been asking me about the Willowbeam Triplets so my question is: Would you all like a spin-off involving how Hermione met and became friends with all the OCs when I finish this one?