Chaos erupted at the dinner table as Sirius and Harry both lunged for the Howler, and Hermione took a deep breath silently berating their decision to stop letting Tonks sort their mail. They figured four months after the war was enough time for things to settle, but obviously not. The Howler took on its sentient form and Hermione waited for the backlash of some stranger who was shocked by her relationship with Remus, or who took up issue with Remus’ position at the Ministry, some bullshit about Sirius being a criminal, or even, albeit less common, another Voldemort sympathizer who wished Harry hadn't won the war.