"That is outrageous!" She slammed her supervisor's desk with her palm.
The man behind the desk cringed a little. He was prepared for her outburst, but still...
"Sit down, Granger!" He growled.
She obeyed and crossed her arms over her chest.
"I know this is ridiculous, but I have to ask: are you sure, sir?" She asked carefuly.
The man sighed.
"Judging from your reaction, I suppose you didn't know about this situation?"
"How would I know. I just came back from the assignment last night. I planned to have brunch with them next Sunday. I haven't heard anything from them since last week before I went for my assignment." She huffed, "And I'm sure you've checked my phone records and found nothing." She added.
He shamelessly nodded. "Nothing personal, it's..."
"Protocol. I know." She cut in.
She sighed, she shouldn't have lost her temper. Time to make some damage control.
"Sir," she started, "What do you want me to do?"
The man scrutinized her, "We need you to report back if they contact you. And you know you'll be under surveilance. There's no need to hide it from you because..."
"I'll find it anyway." She finished. "Thanks, I guess."
Silence fill the room.
"I know this is hard to comprehend, but..." he started.
"With all due respect, sir, I need to make a report regarding my latest assignment and how my gun almost backfired. That was the second time this month. If nothing else, I wosh to take my leave now." She said curtly.
He sighed. "Actually, Chief asked me to give this one to you." He handed her a folder.
Another mission.
"Where is it this time?"
"Romania."
She shrugged, "I find it unusual that the Chief himself assign a mission to me. Are you sure it has nothing to do with this new... development?"
He fidgetted. Slightly. But that's enough for her.
"I guess so." She said while exiting the room.
"Granger..." her boss called when she was about to close the door.
She looked up.
"I'm sorry for this."
"No you're not." She replied and closed the door.
Hermione knew she would be under surveilance, and the worse thing is having to work in an office full of agents which only meant she'd be under trained agents' eyes 24 hours. She could feel the eyes of her coworkers bored onto her back. She knew that the boss will know when she sneezed, how many times, and where. Suddenly she got an annoying headache. She massaged her temple, trying to focus herself to make her report.
Good thing she was multitasking, while making her report she wracked her brain to think of a good strategy to find the truth of the recent 'situation'. She denied to believe what the boss said. She knew, even though she's been nothing but loyal to this organization, that they house a lot of secrets. Secrets people would kill for. And sometimes... that became another secret.
She finished the report and decided to go to the ladies room. As soon as she stood up, she felt movement. She sighed, if they were this careless during the job no wonder she became the best agent in just 3 months.
She pretended she didn't notice her coworkers' attempt to spy on her. She locked the door to one of the loo and took out a hand mirror from her pocket. She casted 'silencio' wandlessly and called for one of her best friend.
The life of Harry Potter was boring. At least according to him. Being 27 and a well known auror was less exciting than his younger years. He couldn't believe he once thought he would prefer a normal life, well... as normal as can be in the wizarding world.
He sighed upon seeing his desk. Bunch of paperwork he needed to finish. He cringed when he heard Hermione's voice in his head, 'You should've done your report after each assignment, not put them until the last minute, Harry!'
Just when he tried to ignore her voice, he heard "Harry" from his pocket. Fishing his own mirror from his pocket, the familiar face of one Hermione Granger greeted him.
"Speak of the devil." He spontaneously said.
Her eyebrow rose up.
"What did you do this time?" She asked.
Harry grimaced. That woman was knew him too well for their own good.
"Nothing, Hermione... I just... um..."
"Whatever, Harry. I need your help." She said urgenty.
"Are you alright?" He was worried. Hermione sounded dead serious.
"I'm fine, but... Harry... it's my parents." She bit her lower lips, a sign of anxiety.
"Are they alright?"
"No... I don't know. Did they contact you?"
"No... Hermione, what happened? I thought they aren't supposed to go on a mission anymore."
"They're not. That's the thing. Can you come to my house tonight? Apparate straight to my living room and in your invisibility cloak. I'm under surveilance."
"Is 7 okay for you?"
"Make it 8." Hermione replied before saying thanks and disappeared from the mirror.
Harry huffed, seemed like someone up there liked him a lot. Now he had a reason to abandoned his paperwork, again.