A/N: This will be a Hermione/Ginny femslash story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Everyone thinks bounty hunting is easy, and Ginny could never understand why. She couldn't even count the number of times she had run into some inexperianced wanabe hunter who always seemed to think they could master what took her nearly ten years of blood, sweat, and accidentally killing bounties in a matter of days. Case in point, she was currently squared off with one of the said inexperienced bounty hunters who had somehow managed to capture her bounty! The other bounty hunter, a younger looking man, was wearing what had to be brand new armor, not a scratch on it, brand new pistol, brand new pack, and brand new boots. In other words, a wanabe living off of daddies money.
Ginny on the other hand was wearing dark red armor with the picture of a griffin painted on the breastplate, which had various scratches and burns on it, dark red gloves, black boots, and an old hunting rifle that had tape in various places (but was in surprisingly good condition). Also, at the age of 25, she had been in this buisness for nearly eleven years, unlike her adversary who looked as though he started yesterday.
"This bounty's mine!" The male hunter shouted, waving his pistol around.
'Great, not only is he stupid, but he's a loud one too.' thought Ginny, 'I should just shoot him now, save him the trouble of getting shot by some raider later.' she sighed inwardly, "We can do this one of two ways, you can hand her over to me and walk away unharmed, or," she raised her rifle and aimed it at his head, "I can shoot you in the head and just take her away from your rotting corpse."
At this threat, the male bounty hunter looked as though he nearly pissed himself and hastly shoved the female bounty towards Ginny before he bolted in the opposite direction. "Oh thank you! Thank You!" The woman exclaimed as she flung herself at Ginny.
"I'm not here to save you," the woman's face almost instantly fell as Ginny said this, "I just didn't want that sorry excuse for a bounty hunter to take you in. Your my bounty to claim."
"You know, if you let me go, I could make it worth your while." The woman said in a flirtatious tone, batting her eyelashes suggestively and raising her shirt a bit. Luckly, Ginny was immune to such tactics, especially when they came from her bounty. She would not make that mistake again.
"After what you did, I'm suprised my client doesn't want you dead." Once again, the woman's face fell again as she was led, now in a shock collar placed around her neck, back to the nearby town so Ginny could get paid. As they were walking, they passed a burned out building with a poster that was amazingly still legable that said, 'The Jerries won't take us without a fight!' with a picture of a British soldier standing gaurd over England against a German soldier that looked poised to attack. The poster got her thinking about the state of the world, or at least, what once was the world.
Back in 1945, both the Americans and the Germans had managed to harness the power of the atom and mass produced nuklear bombs. Germany, with little interference from the Americans as they were more focused on there war with Japan than Germany, managed to conquer the rest of mainland Europe, North Africa and had holdings in the Middle east, were preping there bombers with this new weapon to strike at every major Allied holding within his reach. The United States seemed to have simalar goals in mind as they outfitted their bombers stationed not only in the U.S, but in Britan, newly conquered Japan, and India. It came as no suprise when not even twenty minutes after the first German bomber was spotted near Washington had the U.S scrambbled there own bombers, thus assuring that both sides would be destroyed in the ensuing nuklear armagedden.
Nearly a hundred years later, the world was still far from recovering from the nuklear exchange. England itself had broken down into squabbling nation-states vying for control of the island. Nation states like the Order, who had outposts in almost every major town in post-war England and some in France, and the Union, who had the largest stable territory on the island, including the bombed out ruins of London. Ruins in which Ginny and her bounty were now entering. Her client hadn't specifyied where excatly they would be meeting, just that she should walk through the western outskirts of the ruins and that they would find her. After about thirty minutes of walking around, a person in deep black robes covering their body and a black hood covering their face, appeared nearby, her contact from the Order.
Ginny hated dealing with the Order because of their tendency for odd meeting places and the way her contacts not only never spoke, but always seemed to be looking into her soul. Walking slowly towards her contact, she presented her bounty to the hooded figure, who in turn presented her with a bag of coins. Taking the bag of money from the hooded figure, Ginny watched as two more hooded figures appeared to take her former bounty from her and led her, kicking and screaming, deeper into the ruins. Ginny watched them for a few moments before turning and leaving, vowing, once again, to never accept a job from the Order again.
