Author's note: Another story! Yes, another one...except this one is a Dramione!
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Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns the magic!
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Hermione Granger sat neat the door her leather gloves rubbed together to beat the Chicago cold. Her Hair was dyed black and she wore blue contacts. She wasn't in need of glasses, she simply hid her true identity. She had a successful job at a morgue with her two-muggle partners Jake and Yasmine.
It had been 5 years since she had left hogwarts. In fact she had ran. The war apparently hadn't started yet, she didn't want to be there when it did. Yes, your probably thinking, Hermione Granger…afraid? In fact Ron had died, even though Harry was till alive…she ran…and lost contact with the Wizardry world.
She now lived in Chicago, right now it was freezing and at 6 am it was frigid. Jake walked up to her with coffee in his hand "Forget your card again?"
Hermione nodded and put out her cigarette "Yes, sorry." Her breath making stem this morning.
Jake opened the door for her as she stepped in. They got to the elevator and went to the 5th floor, where she worked.
Today was a difficult day, they found a child on the table…waiting.
Hermione put her gloves on and Jake made his way to the table.
Jake talked with a scratchy voice "Here…. We have Amy…Amy… Amy Tomes…age four."
Hermione put her hand on his shoulder "It's easier if you use the case number."
He cleared his throat "Right, case number 445567932"
Hermione nodded and began to make an incision into the toddler's cold arm. Hermione began to make accusations "By the way the girl's tissue inside the arm looks she was tied…. No less strangled."
Jake looked uncomfortable "may I step out Hermione?" Hermione nodded and gave him a caring smile.
He walked away throwing his gloves in the trashcan on his way out.
It was always hard on Jake, he had a little sister the same age as the girl…it probably brought him sickness.
Hermione finished the girl and sealed her examinee scars. Then rubbed her warm hand over the girls forehead and said "Poor baby." She closed the door to the little cubicle that held the body.
She then walked back to see Yasmine chatting with a security guard.
"Yasmine! Get your but over here, we have a body to examine!" she yelled and walked back into the examing room.
Yasmine followed "Well, good morning to you to…Hermione!"
Hermione turned around "You're late!"
Yasmine made a pouty face "Come on Mione, I'm only 30 minutes late, unlike you I was in bed with someone this morning."
"Who was it this time some cluby or pimp?" Hermione laughed putting on a new pair of gloves.
"No, he is an artist from the art gallery party I went to last night." She smiled and then frowned "wait the boss didn't find out did he?"
Hermione shook her head "I wouldn't rat you out…you know that."
Yasmine smiled "good…anyway who do we have today?"
Hermione looked at the clipboard "A…" she stopped reading and her hand shook.
Yasmine looked frightened "Hermione you okay? Your face went pale."
Hermione didn't say anything. She stood there silent.
"Hermione you're scaring me!" Yasmine whispered violently.
Hermione then looked up and said, "ill be right back…"
Yasmine watched her leave in a real quick hurry.
She looked at the clipboard "Her name is Pansy Parkinson…weird name."
Hermione ran to her office slammed the door and shook, "No this isn't happening!"
"What isn't happening?" Jake walked in.
Hermione then looked at him "nothing…lets finish the body."
She walked in to see Yasmine poking Pansy's arm.
"YASMINE OMFUCKINGGOD DON'T!" Hermione almost cried.
"Why it's just a tattoo…right?" Yasmine looked at Hermione who was about to vomit.
Yasmine had just triggered 'the dark mark' death eaters would be here soon!
Hermione then burst out crying and ran from the examination room.
Jake stood there "I think she knows this person?"
Yasmine felt guilty "what did I do? … I just liked her tattoo."
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Author's note: Ill submit the next chapter sometime today! ♥
