Special Agent Hermione Granger

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She was shrouded in darkness moving through the shadows as if one with the night. She moved quickly toward her target, a balding middle age man who's pumped up over inflated sense of self worth made him feel safer then he truly was. He thought nothing and no one could touch him, he was about to realize just how wrong he was. He was setting behind his desk in his home office going over paperwork that appeared to hold the ministers seal. She moved seamlessly from the dark into the light still unseen and unfelt by the only other occupant in the room. In a practiced move she was behind his chair with her wand to his throat before he could take his next breath. "Move and I hex you, blink and I hex you, so much as breath to hard and I will hex you," she whispered into his ear as she pulled his chair back from the desk.

"Incarsrus " the spell whispered wandlessly had the ex Death Eater tied to his chair before he could process that he was no longer alone. She bent over his desk looking at the papers there scanning all make sure she could bring up all details later. She had to find something here tonight or he would be released and go into hiding then wouldn't find him again for some time. She was looking for anything that could link him to recent attacks on known muggle-borns. After look at everything on his desk she moved on to the drawers and from there to the book cases. "I don't know what your –", whatever else he would have said was cut off with a silent silenco.

She turned back to the books she had been examining. Running her fingers along each spine then taping them listening for subtle changes in sound. She was looking for evidence of a hidden alcove somewhere that he may have hidden the things she sought. Half way thru her search a soft click and a section of books swung a way revealing several scrolls. She pulled them out and quickly scanned thru them picking up words like death eaters, meeting, revenge, dark lord and call to arms. Finding the ones that are most pertinent to her mission she read thru them more thoroughly. Her eyes lit up, "Pay dirt," letters to and from other death eaters. She had found letters that discussed the rise to power of a new dark lord, naming the names of new death eaters, and detailing meeting times and places.

She committed it all to memory and replaced everything in its proper place. She turned back to the struggling wizard and hit him with an oblivate designed to only erase half an hour then proceed to repair any damage caused in his struggles to get a way. Once all was done she remade his memories and pushed him back to his desk and released him from the ropes. Once all evidence of her presence was completely erased she moved quickly out the way she had come. Once she was beyond the gates of the Malfoy Manor house she desperated away.

She arrived at the ministry of magick with a crack, without losing a step she was on her to the Minister office. Using a special floo she arrived in front of her long time friends Harry Ron and Kingsley Shacklebolt. "I have everything we had hoped for and so much more, but I think we should bring someone else in on this. Someone who will know better than us whether or not the information I have gathered tonight is valid or not. It was almost too easy to get," Hermione Granger special agent to aurours department said upon entrance. Her position was so secret only the four of them even knew that it existed at all. What she was about to suggest could out her completely but to bring down the last of the death eaters and shut down any and all plans to bring back the Dark years war.

"And who would it be that you would have us bring in Hermione there are few that can be trusted with this secret," asked Harry Potter.

"Most of them being in this room," add Ronald Weasley.

Kingsley just tilted his head slightly to the side and studied the brightest possible must cunning witch of their age. There was something working in her head and even though he was just stepping onto the path her mind she was leading her, he could almost see where she was going. "This is her project and I think we should trust her judgment. She is the cleverest witch of her year for a reason."

"Thank you, Kingsley. I think that we should bring on Severus Snape." She stopped at their outburst.

"What, no way…" Ron yelled.

"I can't believe you would even think about bringing him into this," Harry was nearly fuming.

"If you two would calm down I would explain. I know you guys don't trust or even like him but I am not asking you to. I am asking you to trust me. There is a lot here that could go wrong if what I found out tonight is forged, to lead us in the wrong direction or even to lead us into a trap. With his help I can make sure that all bases are covered. That I won't be leading everyone to their death," explained Hermione.

"I don't like this," Harry said as he folded his arms over his chest.

Hermione watched him closely for a moment before speaking again. "It wouldn't be the first time he has helped our side. He may have done things that we don't like or understand but he did them because he no chose. Do you think he would have done most of what he did if he had the ability to walk away? If it wasn't Dumbledor calling the shoots it was Riddle. His guilty over your mother's death, which wasn't even his faults is what kept him hang in there to the very end. I saw his memories just like you did Harry, but I am guessing that I understood a little more then you did about the man that gave them to you." She sat back in her chair and sighed, "Trust me Harry, Ron I know what I am doing."

Harry and Ron looked to each other. They trusted her. She had always been there helping them every step of the way. Her knowledge and understanding had saved their lives time and again. They would allow they wouldn't like but they wouldn't interfere either. They looked back to her and nodded once before getting up. It was of course Harry who spoke, "Do what you have to. We will help anyway we can, but don't ask us to like we're going to go and leave you to it. If you need us you know where to find us." And with that he and Ron left the room.

"For what it's worth I think you're doing the right thing. Let me know what I can do to help," said the minister of magick.

Hermione smiled at the wizard, "Alright here's what we need to do …."

An unknown owl landed in front of Professor Snape at breakfast. The owl inspected him closely before offering him its right leg. With a raised eyebrow Snape retrieved the missive. He tossed the owl a piece of his bacon as it took flight. 'Hmm, curios.' He unrolled and read the scroll. It is with a heavy heart that after all your years of service I must ask that you lend your services once again. Please meet me this evening. This note is a portkey and will activate at seven after dinner is finished. The KIA

TBC

Why on earth can't they just leave me alone? I have served my time paid my debts. Is it not enough that I nearly died, put my life in danger and protected even those that I hate many time over. No. Npw some unkown is asking for my help.