Ok, I'd like to start out by officially apologizing for flipping the story out again, a reviewer commented on how they were dissapointed at the gender switch and once it was pointed out I realized that I really would like to explore my original character, also my idea for Charlie in a slash pairing could be executed in another setting. So, thanks to Scribhneoir2264 for getting be back on track, and remember to review so I can be inspired too and know what your thinking!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor am I making money off of this story.


The plane moved as fast as it could without disturbing the sound barrier and alerting the special scouters set in place for such things that there was someone, or more specifically some group, making an important move quickly. Its streamline frame moved easily through the cloudy and dusky skies, the air resembling the color of a raven more and more with each second that passed. Inside the cockpit multiple agents sat suited up and ready in the mesh seating randomly spaced throughout. Each face was going through varying emotions as they contemplated the mission they were currently being sent on, however only one person in the cockpit currently was wearing the backpack that would allow them to exit the flying machine quickly.

This person sat in the single seat next to the readily accessed exit door as she glanced at her companions. She knew that everyone here resented the mission they were currently being sent on, and she honestly couldn't blame them. She had been following these random movements for years now, putting her years in statistics classes to good use and creating a formula that distinguished a specific type of outlier out of a general crime data using many different factors from each situation. She could see that these random attacks were not random, were indeed part of a bigger movement of, if not similar at least related crimes. She had only barely gotten her superior to listen to sense on the matter, and as such they'd had to react fast to the current data and this whole makeshift team had gotten hurried and incomplete data. Nothing mission compromising, but not enough to figure out what was going on even collectively.

She however was ecstatic at the turn of events. For 3 years now she'd been a part of, well the easiest way to put it was that she was a spy. As such she normally wouldn't be on such a mission solo, not until her 5 year scrutiny was up, but as it was such an odd mission and she was the "expert" on the case she was allowed a trial alone. Put that honor with the fact that the mission would involve more than spying on drug dealers and prostitution rings and she was over the moon at this turn of events, she hadn't joined the forces to simply be a glorified detective, and as such was happy to be on a mission that she felt was so important.

Honestly the whole thing was going to be huge, she knew it. She'd started on the project when she was 15, bored at home and in a sulk about her sister being off at boarding school. She'd wanted to do something useful, something interesting, and so she'd applied what she was learning in her basic statistics class to some simple crimes from the area, it was then she noticed a pattern of outliers, ones that only occurred under specific circumstances. It was years before she made a formula to detect it, but she did each and every one by hand up until that point, keeping the data as a hobby over the years. The activity had increased greatly however over the past year or so, and it was finally hitting what she knew must be its peak. As such she had created a system to alert her when the attacks happened, and then she had gotten the team together the day before the alarm had gone off.

And here they were.

The circumstances for these attacks had to do with lots of random seeming conditions. The people attacked were currently residing in small towns or in seemingly inactive complexes, sometimes even in the middle of nowhere. There was no set pattern for victims, and sometimes houses were empty with bloodstains or no one present, or sometimes dead bodies were there, ripped to shreds or tortured, other times they were completely unharmed other than the fact there was no pulse. There was one thing that connected all of these circumstances together however; the people who were harmed had at least one member of their family that had no medical problems known, no real juvenile records, and yet seemed to have stopped schooling before they could finish and at least part of their lives left no real trace in the world. Like their lives were puzzles with a few blank pieces along the edges unnoticed by everyone…but her.

As they got closer to their residence she felt her pulse begin to beat slightly faster, she could control it to a point, but the slight rush as adrenaline flooded her veins was impossible to completely stall. It was unlikely that they would be able to stop the attack, or even encounter anyone alive at the residence; however they could gleam more information when such things were fresh, and her task was to be in and out before the police arrived to gather Intel. As soon as she got the all go she was out the side door on the plane, careening towards the small patch of land still undeveloped near the suburb that was her target. Her suit was dark and had nothing to catch the light, and she went unnoticed as she got closer and closer to the ground. Once she was within the danger zone and could see the details of the dark ground below her she let loose her shoot, dark and as reflective less as her suit, to make her landing.

Shortly after landing she braced herself, pulling the chord to retract the parachute, though it would be in no condition to be used until it was removed and repacked later it still got rid of evidence, and clicked the intercom button on her earpiece twice in a signal that she had landed before making her way to the house.

It was easy enough to enter, as the front door was still unlocked by whoever had attacked, however not one to take chances she make her way slowly into the abode, quickly identifying the rooms and exits nearest her and the darkest areas to hide in. She barely had a second to do this however before she felt more then heard a presence moving above her and silently moved to the darkest corner to her left before slight footsteps were heard on the stairs. Unsure if they were friend or foe she was instantly on guard, pulling her kunai from an easy access pouch on her belt before sinking into a crouch on the floor and waiting.

She was glad she did a second later as the second companion asked with an audible sneer on their words, "are you sure we've gotten them all? I don't want to have to report back that we've letting some of this scum get away."

She only had a few seconds to contemplate the possibility of a religious or racist aspect she was unaware of being part of the case before the first foot became visible coming down the stairs. This was shortly followed by a body then a face as the person replied while taking off a strange mask, "yes I'm certain that was all of them, are you implying I'm incompetent?"

She never got to hear the reply however for as soon as the second head appeared she had thrown her knives at both of them, striking them dead in the shoulder each. The wounds wouldn't kill, but the fast acting poison she'd placed on each blade would knock both men out cold. And indeed she had half a second to notice their looks of shock before both tumbled forward, making a noise that seemed loud as a gunshot in the, literally, dead stillness of the house.

Waiting a minute to ascertain no one would be coming to the "rescue" of the two victims she sprung forward to shut the door. She hadn't expected to get so lucky as to get two of the culprits on this trip, but she felt even more excited at the thought that she had, she definitely had a longstanding case now! It was only because she was so excited to tell these findings to her team that she let herself get distracted the split-second it took for her to press the communications button again, in that time she found herself seeing only darkness.

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As she slowly woke up she intentionally made herself overplay the grogginess she could feel in her limbs as each joint tried to shift, knowing immediately that she wasn't in a friendly environment. With each she felt herself add more and more points to the "bad situation" tally in her head, the one that constantly placed good things and bad things against each other so she would know where she stood at any given time in these situations. When the knowledge that her entire body was bound onto the chair she was sitting in she also added a single tally to the "fuck" category.

After playing up her apparent disorientation long enough to get as much as she could from the situation with just her senses she opened her eyes, intentionally looking 3 feet to the left of the closest person to her, let them think her concussed or something similar. Once her eyes were open she took in the people's appearances. There were 3 in total, and all very peculiar looking. The most eye catching was the man with an overly large glass eye which seemed to be revolving, he was disfigured in a way she had seen on some more senior officers, but she let her eyes grow wide and slightly horrified at the display, let them think her unused to such things. This was the one closest to her, also there was a man who seemed to be very tired, he was pale with dark lanky hair and distinguished characteristics. This man was giving me a penetrating stare and I knew instinctively not to meet his eyes, an instinct I listened too as I noticed the third person in the room. He seemed like an elderly grandfather, with steely blue eyes seriously concentrated on me as well as an overly long beard flowing down his chest.

All in all it was the strangest trio I'd even been faced with, but that didn't mean I was going to underestimate them or let the know how aware I actually was.

In accordance with their appearances the interrogation that followed was the strangest she had ever had. They disbelieved everything she said, or at the very least seemed very skeptical about it, mumbling to each other after each answer. The middle man with the dark hair seemed to be the most irritated, insisting on something that the oldest seemed to constantly disagree with while the man with one eye looked on grimly. It was only hours later that I was given a reprieve, to use the toiletries located in a connected room with no door and freshen up quickly, it was the minute they left through the door that I acted. A quick search of the room showed no vents or windows, as well as no other doors to possibly exit from, however I had heard enough to notice that only one of the three would be guarding the door as the other two had errands they needed to attend to.

I did a quick search over of my uniform to see if any weapons had been left, and to my surprise found most of them intact and ready to go. These terrorists didn't seem to be very smart…but I let that go and decided not to look the gift horse in the mouth as they say, and quickly got out another of the daggers I had used on the two men earlier that night….depending on how much time that passed it could be morning or something but I didn't dwell on that. Quickly getting out a small toolkit I crooked the door handle slowly, working as fast and quiet as I could to get the doorjamb in half. Once that was done I slowly removed the locking mechanism, inching the door just enough that I could see the back half standing in front of the door. Before my guard could react I had pushed the kunai into his shoulder, covering his mouth with my other hand.

Once that was taken care of I slowly made my way through the hallway, being careful that I could hide in the shadows at a moment's notice, it may or may not have been night outside but it was dark in the hallway. As I inched down the staircase I heard laughter coming from a nearby room, however it was only once I got to the bottom and was trying to decide whether or not to investigate that I realized one laugh in particular was familiar.

I felt myself freeze at the realization, and tried to talk myself out of it as I inched towards the archway that was the entrance to the room, getting close enough to see the occupants inside. I can only say that it must have been my shock that made me react the way I did next, as it certainly wasn't the smartest move. However, as soon as I saw the brown frizzy hair on the head of someone facing to my left and laughing along with a ginger haired and black haired duo of boys I couldn't help the words that inadvertently escaped my mouth. "Sister?"

The laughter immediately stopped and as the face turned towards me I had my suspicions confirmed without a doubt, there laughing in a chair in a lair of terrorists was Hermione.


And here we are again :) I'll be sure to explore this all some more and come up with a more definite plan for future chapters. In the meantime please Review! I love to take all your ideas and likes into account!