Chapter 1
An Unexpected Request
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Hermione Granger sat in silence. She had been sent a letter by Professor Dumbledore asking her to prepare for him around midday. He had a request of her. She sat wondering what he could ask her. It could have been anything. Maybe it was something for the Order. Maybe they needed her. Her eyes lit up. She heard someone knocking on the door and rushed to open it.
"Professor!" She exclaimed awkwardly. He was standing there in muggle clothing and looked so odd that she busted out laughing. He was wearing a rain coat even though it was sunny, a bright red cowboy hat, a purple pair of flood pants, and flip flops. He seemed quite at ease with how he looked and smiled at her.
"Hello my dear Hermione. May I come in?"
"Of course! Please!" She showed him to the living room and sat on the couch as he sat in the chair. She looked at him expectantly.
"I'm sure you've been wondering what I need to ask of you." As she nodded he continued.
"I have a request of you, but I need you to have an open mind. I need you to hear all of the facts before making a decision. Can you do that?"
Hermione gulped. Suddenly she had a very bad feeling. She nodded slowly, letting him know it was ok to continue.
He gave her a grin and started. "We need your help to hide someone. She gave us information on the whereabouts of known death eater activity and has been found out. She needs a place to hide. No one would look for her here."
She gave a confused look. "But Professor, everyone knows I am Harry's best friend."
He gave a knowing smile. "Precisely. Which is why no one would even consider looking here."
She gave him another confused look, trying to think of who he could possibly hide that no one would suspect here. Only Slytherins crossed her mind and she shuddered. "Who exactly do you mean Professor?"
He looked at her gravely. "Pansy Parkinson."
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"Mudblood. I should have known they would make me stay in this filth. Are there at least butlers to take my stuff upstairs?" Pansy sneered.
"No there aren't. It's called exercise, do it yourself. If you can get your fat ass up the stairs." Hermione shot back.