I'm back! So I have been going through and rewriting this story because honestly, I got stuck. Lol so I am redoing the whole thing with an amazing new Beta StrongHermione. Bow if you have not already checked out her story Lily Potters Biggest Secret, you really should. Great Dramonie, parental Snape. Anywho, Here is the new and improved Mercury Delivers.

As always I do not own Harry Potter. If I did I would have my own jacuzzi.

The dark doorway of number 12 Grimmauld Place was still as dark and mysterious as the last time she laid eyes on it. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she started up the front path and placed her hand on the brass doorknob. She turned it slowly and, as the door creaked open, she felt something calling out to her magic and soul. It was as if she had no control of her body as she followed the call up the stairs of the dark house.

She walked up the stairs past the second and third floors. As her foot hit the fourth floor landing she felt a sudden pull on her and she turned right and continued down the hall. She stopped suddenly in front of the third door that was opened just a tad. She could feel that whatever was calling her was behind this door. She put her hand on the door and pushed it open fully.

She entered into the large Black ancestral family library. It looked the same as it did years ago. She remembered the time she had spent in this very room while they were on the run looking for the horcruxes. She looked around the familiar room and then stilled as her eyes fell on the desk by the window. There on top of the old mahogany desk was a very large, very dark, old leather-covered tome.

As she grew closer she could tell the book was in bad condition. The side bindings were coming undone and had started peeling back at the top. The front leather was cracked with age and the title looked to be in ancient Roman.

She grew closer yet to the tome. She could feel whatever strange magic calling out to her and guiding her movements. She placed a hand on the desk and reached out to open the book…

*Beep Beep Beep*

Hermione Granger shot up from her bed as she was jarred awake from the strange dream she had been having. She leaned over and hit her alarm clock before lying back down on her pillow. She thought of the strange dreams she had been having for the past two weeks since she had been attacked at work.

The dream was always the same. Grimmauld Place and that mysterious book. However this was the closest she had gotten to ever opening it. No matter how hard she tried to change the dream she always ended up back in the library of Grimmauld Place. There was something about that book that kept calling to her and bringing her back.

She had tried to tell Harry about it, but he was sure that her dreams were just that. Dreams.

Hermione looked over at her alarm and decided to put off thinking about the dream and book until later. She got up and made her bed quickly before stepping into her closet to grab her outfit for work and walked into the bathroom.

After the war ended two years ago, Kingsley Shacklebolt was elected Minister of Magic. He had spent the better part of the past two years cleaning out the Ministry of corruption and blood purists. While it sounds easy, it was anything but.

When Hermione first graduated with her NEWTS, she looked everywhere for a job. While she never got turned down, those jobs were figurehead jobs at best– something to make that office say they had the great Hermione Granger, one third of the Golden Trio, working for them. There was no real job behind those offers. So at twenty years old, Hermione had a wonderful internship with a magical lawyer named Destiny Horbglien. The older witch was an outspoken advocate for the protection of all magical creatures and a fierce champion of werewolf rights. Destiny also did not care about a person's reputation. You either did the work or you get fired simple as that. It was just what Hermione wanted and she quickly fell in love with her job. She loved talking to Destiny about her past interactions with Remus and how, in her opinion, most of the laws created by Dolores Umbridge were not worth the parchment they were written on.

She would help Destiny gather up evidence and protection numbers on the actual number of unemployed Werewolves. They had been trying for months to get the Wizengamot to overturn the archaic laws with no luck. They just did not have enough support from some of the more influential pureblood families.

Hermione quickly finished her shower and turned off the water. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her body before stepping out of the shower and back into the cold air of her bathroom.

Grabbing her wand off the counter, she quickly rid the room of the leftover steam. She looked into the mirror and dried her hair automatically while looking at herself and taking inventory. She was twenty years old, only a few months from her birthday. Her overly bushy hair had tamed itself over the years and now fell down to her shoulders in wonderful chestnut brown curls. Finishing with her hair, she applied just a little bit of eye shadow to highlight the gold in her brown eyes. She grabbed her suit and shirt and quickly put them on before pulling her hair up into a half ponytail and applying a light coat of light pink lip gloss.

Satisfied she was ready, she walked down the stairs of her small house and went to the kitchen to get her breakfast for the day.

As she was cooking her eggs she thought perhaps she should try again to tell Harry about her dreams. Perhaps she could convince him it was more than just a dream.

I mean ten years ago he did not know he could do magic, he thought dragons and giants were fake. Why can't my dreams mean something else? Hermione thought to herself.

She had to admit though she never put much stock in divination and dream theory at school, but there was something different about these dreams. It was as if her subconscious was trying to tell her something, or guide her somewhere.

All of these dreams started after she was attacked at work. She could not remember everything that happened while she was passed out but she did vaguely remember seeing Remus and Sirius. But they did not look like they did the last time she saw them. They looked younger, healthier even.

She may not have been close to Sirius, but his death took a huge toll on Harry. Hermione remembered sitting up with him in the common room after the Battle of the Ministry while he cried.

Remus, however, was another story. He was her friend and confidant since she was in her third year. When the boys stopped talking to her over the Firebolt, Remus was there with tea and an ear to listen. After he left, he and Hermione kept in touch through letters. As a fellow bookworm, he would often give Hermione suggestions for new books to read. The summer that they all stayed at Grimmauld Place, he would often find her in the library and help her with her arithmancy, and runes. They would also just sit and talk. He told her about growing up with Harry's parents and Sirius. She would tell him about her childhood. He would also talk about the first war. He told her he vividly remembered the last time the Marauders were all together. It had been a couple of months after Harry was born, before he left to go undercover. He said it was still his favorite memory.

They may have won the war but they had lost so many people. Remus and Sirius being chief amongst them. The Weasleys lost Percy when he pushed Fred out of the way of a wall that was falling.

She quickly ate her eggs and toast and cleaned up the mess before rushing to the floo so she would not be late to work.

She was so busy that day she had not thought about her dream again until she was back at home late that night. For dinner she picked up some Chinese takeout and devoured it and a glass of wine while she watched telly. She did not notice how tired she was and as she lay on the couch, she shut her eyes for just a moment and was soon sound asleep.

Hermione approached the front door of number 12 Grimmauld Place. On the door she could see the thick brass knocker. She glided up the front path and opened the door. She could feel the pulling on her magic. It was coming from the library again. She walked slowly and carefully up the stairs before turning down the corridor on the fourth floor and stopping at the door to the library.

She placed a hand on the knob and turned it gently. The book was there again on the desk. Hermione walked towards the old tome. She picked it up gently and was about to open it…

Hermione woke up as the music to the 11 O'clock News went off,. She was pissed. Why was it every time she got close to opening the book she woke up? She decided that the only way she was ever going to get any rest was to go to Grimmauld Place and see if that blasted book was there. She quickly turned off the TV and apparated to the house that had been haunting her dreams.

There it stood. Number 12 Grimmauld Place. It still looked the same as it did the last time she was here. She walked up the path and opened the door.

The inside had inches of dust covering everything. Hermione could see spider webs on the ceiling.

"Good thing Ron is not here," she said quietly. She did not want to wake up the portrait of Sirius' mother.

She silently walked up the stairs and made her way to the fourth floor. She could feel something pulling on her magic just like in her dreams. She hurried to the library door and opened it. There was nothing on the desk so Hermione started searching for the book from her dreams.

She had looked through all the shelves when she felt a tug at her magic. She let her magic guide her to an empty shelf she had passed earlier. She looked at it and ran her hands along the shelf and its sides. Suddenly she felt a knot on the wood. She pushed it and the back panel of the shelf slid open to reveal the dark tome she had been dreaming of.

This is it she thought as she picked up the book and turned to go sit at the desk. She could feel her magic telling her this was the book she had been looking for. The looked at the first page and found the title 'Lost Souls'.

Hermione was puzzled as to why she would be searching so hard for this book. What was so important in this book? As she flipped through the pages carefully her eyes were suddenly drawn to the top of one of the pages in the middle of the book. She smiled as she knew this was what she was being led to.

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