Harry hid in the small ally way, cloak clutched tight and body pressed against the wall. Sweat raced down his face; how far had he ran? Not knowing or even caring anymore, he sighed heavily. All that mattered to him was getting away from the dark magicians that pursued him. He concentrated; three dark auras appeared through the wall, still a good fifty feet away. Badly, he wished he still had his wand; he wished he hadn't failed her…

But the time for wishing was up; he would have to do with whatever wandless magic he could perform. He had to get back to the ministry, not that they would help him, but they had his wand, and her. He would need both if he was to stop these deatheaters from going through with the plan he had just witnessed.

Not that he had meant to stumble upon the little coven of wizards, it just sort of happen as a result of escaping the aurors sent to capture him. They only managed to take his wand, and her. 'Damnit Harry' he though, 'stick to the task at hand.'

He checked on the dark wizards again, only twenty feet away. He still couldn't believe they would pursue him all the way into this city, which was supposed to be protected by aurors. Of course though, they did have a lot of pride in themselves, they had managed to frame Harry for many crimes already, and the worst part was that the majority of the public, magical or not, now believed him to be a criminal. She was his accomplice, allegedly, and Harry felt bad that she had to get tied up in all this; she actually had a career that she was doing well at. He just hoped she was cleared of the charges.

An alarm went off in his head; Harry looked toward the entrance to the alley and saw a dark form standing there. Harry was glad he grabbed his nightshade cloak before escaping the ministry; they had been dumb enough to leave it out in the open after all. The cloak covered him entirely, and comfortably. It didn't necessarily make him invisible but allowed him to blend in with the night, and gave him an aura that made him seem inconspicuous. That made it hard for anyone to find him, and if they did, it was even harder to think he was the one they were looking for. A thief would love this garment.

After a while the deatheater left and Harry sank to the ground. He passed out quickly, and to anyone who passed by he was but a worthless bum.

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Hermione sat in the uncomfortable room, waiting to hear what they had decided. She thought the trial had gone rather well, she had managed to convince many of the attendees that she had not helped, nor had any reason to help Harry Potter in his 'evil' plots. Of course she had lied to all their faces, she fully intended to help out Harry as soon as she was able.

They believed her for one reason; she was one of the best spell researchers any of them had ever known. Her prowess at manipulating and developing the power of any spell or curse was respected by all, and she would play an important part in ridding the world of dark wizards, at least they all thought so. Of course she would, but the most powerful spells she had discovered, she could barely use. She only knew two people who could master them, and one of them was the very creature she fought against.

So, for couple years she had been teaching Harry these spells, of course Harry had 'conveniently' left his wand at home on that night they were caught. He had fought valiantly wandless, but the twenty prepared aurors were enough to eventually take him down.

An auror walked into the room. "They have decided to release you, but you will be under close watch" he said glaring at her. She just about laughed in his face. Harry and Ron had just about beaten the fear of rule breaking out of her while at Hogwarts, and she had been helping the 'fugitive' Harry for a couple years now.

As she walked out, Hermione could feel the presence of her personal 'protector'. Poor guy wouldn't know what hit him, literally. She was walking down the hall to the room were they were keeping the things they had confiscated from Harry and her. She looked around the table, her wand and some other personal effect of hers resided there. Harry's wand was sitting at the end of the table.

'How did they get that?' she wondered. Only the auror and she were in the room, but she did an enchantment anyway, filling her eyes with bright blue energy and quickly searched the room. There was a weak enchantment over Harry's wand, but that was all.

She turned around and smiled at the auror politely before punching him in the throat, and quickly knocking him out with a charm. Quickly walking over to the table, she easily wove a hole in the protective enchantment on the wand and picked it up, replacing it with an illusion. She wove the spell back together and then meandered her way into the auror's memory.

His surface thoughts were filled with pictures of the attack that had just happened. She warped all of these images, and when the auror woke up he thought he had fainted. "I am very sorry miss, that's never happened to me before" said the auror, completely confused.

"That's okay" said Hermione looking around, "it is really hot in here anyway. Well, I'm leaving; you should probably stay here and rest."

"No madam, it's my duty to see you safely home," and he did just that. The only problem she had with this is that he never really left. She could still feel his presence just outside for most of the night, until she fell asleep.

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Harry awoke the next day feeling terrible. He had slept nine hours in a cold, dark alley. Pulling himself to his feet, he left the alley. Looking around, he again thought of what he needed to do. He needed to do three things today: find out what had happened to Hermione, get his wand back, and maybe break Hermione out of prison.

He walked down the street a way before deciding he needed some breakfast. Stopping at a nearby restaurant, he ordered a couple eggs, and some toast. If this was going to be a taxing day, Harry would need his strength.

After breakfast he caught a bus going uptown, where Hermione's place was. He hoped she had gotten out of trouble. He still had to get his wand though, couldn't fight a pack of deatheaters effectively without it yet. Besides, the few powerful spells that Hermione taught him could only be used with his wand thus far. Standing across the street from the building that Hermione lived in, Harry examined it surroundings, trying to find any sign of the aurors he knew would be there.

After ten minutes he noticed a pattern in the way a particular man walked. He started at one end of the block and walk right around to the other, going inside a shop for a minute, and then retracing his steps back to the other side. 'Only one!' Harry thought, 'this is an insult.'

Harry Potter, the man who had inherited the powers of the most powerful dark wizard in modern history, only got one auror. This had to be a mistake, but he could sense no others. Maybe she wasn't here anyhow, and this was a trap. No, there was nothing out of the ordinary about the building, save the massive enchantments on Hermione's living quarters.

So he decided to bite, and if it really was a hook, well, they wouldn't catch him again. This time he was prepared, for anything except to actually have no problems at all. He changed his features slightly so that no one would recognize him, and walked toward the building.

The auror looked at him briefly and walk right on by. Harry walked right into the building with a smile and no one ever knew.

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Hermione was brushing her teeth. The auror was still around, and judging by his aura, bored out of his mind. She just walked out of the bathroom when there was a soft knock at the door. She stopped, and quietly moved closer to the door. The knocks continued in a soft rhythm. They spoke the only thing Harry knew in Morris Code, "Harry Here, Let Me In."

Hermione smiled as she opened up the door. "Hey, thought you'd never answer" said Harry.

"Well, do I know you?" she said trying to hide a grin.

"Where is my wand," Harry said bluntly, looking around, trying to ignore the stupid grin growing on Hermione's face.

"Come in, and we'll talk stranger," said Hermione walking into her place with Harry following. "How did you know they took it anyway?"

"Because that was the first place I returned to, and nearly got caught again," said Harry.

"Well, its right here," Hermione said twirling it in her hand, "you know you shouldn't be so careless with this thing."

"And you should know better than to tell me what to do," Harry said, grinning at the frown on her face. He snatched at his wand but she jumped back.

"Now now, whoever you are, I don't just trust strangers without names," she was grinning now.

"The name's Evan Granger," Harry said mischievously, "don't you recognize your own husband?"

Hermione's face turned bright red.

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