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Unveiled Alias 1

Written by: StoryWriterOfAll

Edited by: VikkiSuLuvzYew ^_~

It was a cloudy night as she gazed up from the shadows of the alley way, her chocolate eyes shining in the moon's reflection. They were the only part of her face visible with her mask on. There was a storm coming, she could sense it. The street, now bare, had only the flicker of a lamplight about to go out. She pulled out the deluminator from her late boyfriend and clicked it, immersing the street in total darkness. Her name, Hermione Granger, as her friends in the force called her, Moonlight, and her codename, Moonlight Murderess.

She quickly wove in and out of shadows and pathways in a cat like body suit, making her way towards her set destination.

The Parkinson mansion.

It was in an urban area, and used to be a busy district of the wizarding world. It wasn't always like this.

Hermione thought back once more to when it was a peaceful time. She remembered it once brimming with life, a time where you could walk a short distance to Diagon Alley without the fear of snatchers or worse. 'But it's all gone now, as well as the rest of them.' She thought back sourly, back to when she had no care in the world except being the best student at Hogwarts before the war broke out.

Of course she had helped Harry defeat Voldemort, but it was at the price of both of the wizards' lives being taken. The Death Eaters had over run Hogwarts in a matter of seconds without knowing yet of their Lords death. 'We weren't ready, none of us prepared except Harry, Ron and myself.' She thought back, remembering how she had ran to save herself never looking back after Ron told her to do so.

She was alone, wandless and hidden with no one to comfort her until she had found the secret Ministry. They took her in, trained her to be a heartless murderess, and now she was ready for justice. She blinked back tears, thinking back to the task at hand.

She had no time for weeping, that is what she had done in the past, this was her present. She was nearing the house, already scoping out all possibilities of entrance and escape. She threw a grappling hook and tugged to make sure it was secure. She scaled her way up slowly to the darkened second window she knew to be Pansy's room. She had watched them for weeks, mapping out their every move, when they were home, when they left. She was at ease, setting up the mood to kill.

She unlatched the window carefully while staying suspended on the ledge, rope tightening at her weight pulling against it. She had to be stealthy in her movements, but almost tripped on the curtains while closing the window. She took a second to regain her balance before she heard a noise coming from up the stairs. Quickly, she pulled out her weapon in a flash and hid behind the door before it was opened.

Without hesitation, she pounced on the person from behind before they had a chance to switch on the light. The moon gleamed in on her switchblade, making it glint in the dim room. Her victim, Pansy, was in a head lock, the knife pressing into her neck as she spoke. Hermione heard quick, ragged breathing as the victim tried to speak.

"I knew you would come for me soon enough... Mudblood." Hermione heard a smile in her voice as she spoke.

Hermione gripped the handle of the blade harder, her nostrils flared with anger. "How'd you know it was me?"

Her fists clenched on Hermione's arm around her shoulders, holding her in place. "I've heard the description, word gets around, wasn't hard to guess who."

She lost her grip around Pansy's shoulders for a split second, thinking her identity was discovered. Pansy had flipped them over, gaining control until Hermione fought back after quickly regaining her composure. They engaged in a few fists thrown. Her mask falling, she let Pansy get in a good swipe and tasted metallic in her mouth.

Pansy sneered at her from her new stance. "I knew it was you!"

All that could be heard in the room was their labored breathing as they stared at each other. Something snapped in Hermione as she launched herself once more at the unsuspecting Pansy. This time when the knife was thrown against her victim's throat it dug deep into her flesh. She watched Pansy's eyes widened in horror, and Hermione could swear she heard a gurgle of laughter.

Pansy's hands were losing their grip around Hermione's. The spy pulled back the knife, withdrawing it from the hot blood pouring out of Pansy's neck. She stood up from the body, quickly cleaning the blade and watching Pansy's eyes follow her in her last dying breaths.

She made her way to the window and sneered. "Die bitch."

With that, Hermione scurried her way up the rest of the rope to the roof and unhooked it, putting it away. She jumped from roof top to another until she was a fair distance away and in watching view. She had placed bombs all around the house, hidden earlier in the times she staked out while the Parkinson's weren't home.

She watched a man approach and unlock the door, knowing it was Pansy's father, the only other resident of the home. She pulled out the detonator, waiting until she heard the scream, knowing it was Pansy's father finding her lifeless form. Clicking it swiftly with no remorse, she watched as the fiery explosions started going off. She smirked, relishing in the deaths of the two wizards now. She had stolen Pansy's wand, taking it as a reward sticking it inn her outfit for safe keeping.

It started to pour down as she wiped away the blood trail down her chin from her lip, replacing her mask to blend into the night once more. She made her way down the building, again integrating herself into the darkness and making it back to headquarters to report her success