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Harmony Rangeford opened her eyes slowly, dreading the day ahead of her. She stretched her toned arms out in front of her and turned to the side, the sun coming through the windows causing her to squint and groan. Giving up on sleep, she swung her legs off the bed and stood up. She walked down the narrow hall of her Chelsea apartment, made herself breakfast, cast a cleansing charm on herself, and quickly dressed in muggle business casual. After a quick glance at the clock, she decided she had time to spare, took the stairs down to the main lobby and checked her mail. Bills, newspapers, and one lone letter, there was no return address but the envelope simply read:
Hermione Granger
c/o Harmony Rangeford
456 Birch Lane, Apt 1556
London, England
Harmony sighed deeply as she stared at the envelope, her mind going a hundred miles a minute in an attempt to decide what to do with it. She chose to slip it into her bag and continue to walk out of the brick building. Turning a corner and walking behind a large oak tree, she apparated to a bathroom stall. As she nonchalantly walked out of the women's bathroom, she took in the familiar scenery or King's Cross Station. After the nostalgia passed Harmony hurried out of the bustling station and down the streets of Greater London until reaching the astounding British Library. She climbed the steps, passing groups of pigeons and people on her way, making her way through the heavy doors. She showed her ID to a security guard and slunk through a private door leading down many stairs. At the end of the stairs was a long hall with many doors and at the very end, Harmony found herself at her office. She entered, smelling the scents of old books and ink. She dropped her bag on the cluttered desk and sank into one of the plush velvet chairs, sticking her nose in a book.
Hours may have passed, but Harmony wouldn't have known if it weren't for the rumbling in her stomach. The grandfather clock in the corner told her that she had missed both lunch and dinner, as the small hand made its way onto the nine. A smirk crawled onto her face when she realized how late it was and she stood up, grabbed her bag and exited the building. She made her way towards King's Cross Station once again, where she knew the chances of someone seeing her disapperate were much slimmer but before she had made it twenty feet down the sidewalk, she felt something poke into the back of her neck. She knew what it was, the size and shape of the object was instantly recognizable to her.
"Hermione," a voice behind her drawled, "long time no see."
A/N
I know this is not a lot, but I'm just starting and wanted to see if I'd actually get any traffic at all.
Please if you are even the least bit interested in this story, give me some feedback or some way of letting me know that somebody out there has read it.
It's been awhile since I've been on here but I plan to keep it up if this is enjoyed.
More on the way
Meg Elizabeth Rose