I'm sorry if it's too short, it is just the prologue, meant to catch you up with current times.
I promise another chapter is coming soon!
Prologue: Assignment
I sigh a look out the grimy window of the new base for the OP, that's what people had taken to calling the Order recently.
I was sitting in the foyer, awaiting the arrival of the new leader, Harry.
For some reason everyone knew Harry would someday take over.
Ever since that last year at Hogwarts, everything was so crazy then.
I had obviously lost my mind when I agreed to dating Draco at the ending of the year, Harry was of course furious. At the time, I had truly believed I had fallen in love.
But shortly after graduation, he left me, saying his work took him away too often. I knew very well what he did for a living, who he worked for, but I tried to get past it. Tried, and failed.
Soon, I started dating Ron, we've been together since. A whole 3 years. For some reason, I felt he wanted it more then I did, but I never let on.
I was shaken from my remembrance by the opening of the door.
Harry stepped in and shook the snow from his raven hair, "Hermione, just the girl I wanted to see." He grinned and lead her to the back room where he began a long boring speech he always gave just before assigning a new job.
Once complete he said, "Hermione, I hate to ask you to do something so…inhumane…but you have to."
"Just tell me what I must do." I almost yelled, it had been so long since he had given me a job, I felt relieved that there was a change.
"You must kill Voldemort's right hand man, he will be in Muggle London at exactly 6:00 am tomorrow morning." Harry nodded, giving notice that was all he was going to say.
I took in a slow breathe and gave a forced smile, agreeing to the job.
"Hermione, this is important, if you mess this up, don't come back." He sounded serious, extremely serious. It scared me.
The Next Morning
I awoke to the loud constant beeping of the muggle alarm I had set up next to my bed.
It had been set to go off at 4:30, I was to get ready to kill a man.
The thought had sunk in over night, stealing the little sleep Harry had given me time for.
I was going to kill somebody. Me. Hermione Granger.
I shiver as a stood and pulled out my wand, changing my clothes in a flash and running down stairs and pointing my wand impatiently at the toaster.
It began to make toast quickly, the completed pieces flying into the air and landing neatly on a plate where a knife was buttering them.
When the plate was loaded, I sat at the large wooden table and began to scarf them down. They had no taste no matter how much I ate.
I stood and wiped my mouth, turning to leave the building.
I knew just before I apparated that I was probably never coming back.
