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Over a year had passed since the Battle of Hogwarts before the disarray that was called the Ministry of Magic finally got around to figuring out what they should do with the youngest ever Death Eater. Draco Malfoy had been on house arrest during this time, living with his mother within the haunted halls of Malfoy Manor, without the comforts it once used to provide. No House-Elves, restricted funds and regular DMLE raids had been the norm for the past 14 months.
Now the Ministry had finally been instructed by the Wizengamot as to what to do with him: for his crimes as an underage Death Eater, Draco Malfoy would have to undergo exposure therapy in the form of living as a Muggle for a year. He’d be placed in the Muggle world without a wand and without any contact to the magical world, with two notable exceptions: the first one being a single weekly letter from his mother, which would be delivered at the same time as his groceries; the second one consisting of monthly check-ins with his Ministry-delegated Muggle-Liaison Officer and a phone on which he could contact said officer.
At this point the Ministry faced a conundrum. Who could they appoint as his case officer? They needed someone intimately familiar with the Muggle world, who could answer any questions he might have and provide adequate guidance for him to survive there for a year. They also thought that they would need someone who could relate to him, around his age — not some stuffy old witch or wizard. Lastly, they also required someone willing to work with a former blood-purist. Unfortunately, this meant that the pool of viable candidates was quite limited. Very limited indeed. There was just one person who qualified - one brilliant witch who had been working as aid to the Minister for Magic over the past year.
One Hermione Granger.
