Insomnia chapter, I know it is short and I went through a lot of effort to clean this story up yet... I think this works as a transition piece, this is where Haley grabs reality by the horns and shakes it into submission and gets more than she had bargained for. Enjoy!

A young woman walked down the streets of London clad in a long black wool overcoat and a pinstripe skirt suit, high heels clicking on the sidewalk as she casually ignored the stares she was acquiring from most of the men and a few of the women surrounding her. Honestly at this time she was used to wandering eyes and they had at some point become part of the background noise that was her life.

Acknowledged, but not worth dwelling on.

Entering a phone booth she tapped out something on the number pad while avoiding chipping her nail polish and a moment later the handset she held to her ear spoke up.

"Please state your identity and the purpose of your visit," the small tinny voice stated, Haley just smirked as she quickly replied with a French accent.

"I am Alya Noir and I am here to rattle the apple cart for personal gain and amusement."

"Very well."

A moment later a badge dropped out of a slot, snatching it up Haley scoffed as she read "Visitor to the Ministry of Magic, Alya Noir: Politician," printed across its surface.

As the floor began descending she shrugged and stuck the pin to her jacket, "Well, you aren't exactly wrong now are you?"

When she ended up in the atrium to the Ministry of Magic she quite confidently walked past the wand check in station, then acted confused when she was stopped by a ministry official.

"Oy oy oy lady you gotta register yer wand first!" He said while grabbing her arm, Haley then proceeded to pull a seven inch long dagger from her jacket and stuck its point beneath the man's chin.

"Ne me touche plus jamais, cochon," she seethed out in French. The man's eyes widened in terror but before he could reply a woman ran up to them looking panicked as she quickly began speaking.

"Ma'am it is customary to register one's wand before entering the ministry in Britain, he was only following policy so please let Ben go!"

There was a tense pause, then Haley lowered her dagger, "Oh...I apologize," she stated with a heavy accent as she turned away from the man she had very nearly stabbed and approached the wand check in station.

No one said anything to her, and she said nothing in return, they checked in her blackthorn wood, horned river serpent heart string wand and allowed her to go on her way without further question.

Haley was...in a weird place as she entered the lift; on the one hand the hilarious amount of complicity in this department only helped her cause, on the other hand the die hard professional bobby that was one Haley Potter-Granger was metaphorically on the ground sobbing in despair.

No wonder Riddle took this place over so easily, he had removed the only sane lynch pin in the entire ministry, one Amelia Bones, early on and just worked out from there. He didn't have to do anything he just let the entire mess ram itself into the ground and picked up the pieces afterwords, for the Morrigan's sake did anyone even try to hold the tiller steady while Haley, Mia, and Luna were on the run living out of a tent?

Haley did not think so...

As the lift came to a stop she exited it and approached the records room, stopping before the door she took in a deep breath, let it out, and then pushed the door open. What awaited her was a bit of a disappointment, stacks upon stacks of shelves housing dusty tomes, a desk up front, and a young redheaded man reading a Playboy magazine leaning back in his chair laconically behind it.

He did earn points for not giving a shit that a woman caught him reading a naughty magazine though, props for ignoring propriety if nothing else.

"Yo," he stated in disinterest.

Haley snorted at that and dropped the French act for the time being, "Sup. I need the trial records for one Sirius Orion Black."

The man sighed, threw his magazine to the desk, then nodded, "Alrighty, gimme a sec."

A few minutes later the man returned, picked up his magazine, and proceeded to ignore Haley's existence for a time before she cleared her throat.

"Ahem. Sir are you forgetting something?" The man, 'Travis' if his name tag meant anything froze and then shook in surprise as he gaped at Haley in shock.

"Shit lady how long have you been there!?"

Haley stared at him for a few moments then let out a tired sigh, "Yeah..."

It took six more attempts to get the man around whatever the fuck mind trap Dumbledore had set up but once it was shaken all hell broke loose.

Sirius Black had never been given a trial, Bellatrix LeStrange had never had her marriage contract examined during her trial, Narcissa Malfoy much the same thanks to her husband's bribery...or rather donations to the ministry.

What had been meant as a simple job to force the Ministry to actually give Sirius a trial was now ending up to be a clusterfuck of epic proportions, as more and more inconsistencies around the Death Eater trials poked up Haley could only stand there in the middle in shock.

At the end of the day, Haley apparated home, let her aging potion wear off, and changed her clothes before flooing to the Tonks home. Reorienting herself after flying out of the fireplace she met Andromeda's gaze evenly as her eyes began to tear up.

"I need a hug..."

Andromeda smiled and opened her arms, Haley was soon crying like a child as Andi embraced her, and not for the first time she wondered, what the hell do I do now?