Title: Hunted

Rated: M

Summary: Hermione finds her self in a mess, trapped between the world of Death Eaters and Order members, only one person will be able to free her.

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Chapter 1-The Letter

Hermione buried her face in her arms. She was sitting at the kitchen table in head quarters her head buzzing. Her sixteenth birthday had passed just a week ago and in light of it, Ron broke up with her after having admitted he cheated on her. But apparently that wasn't the only harm he had caused, supposedly he had leaked out some rather important Order information to Fenrir Greyback. And better yet, he had been doing that for some time, leaking to Greyback or to Crabbe Sr., or any other Death Eater. The Order found this cause to hate him, hunt him down, and stop him at whatever cause. And the person assigned to that? Hermione. They knew she was now pissed enough at Ron to hunt him down and kill him. So that was her assignment.

Ever since her birthday she had been hunting for Ron nonstop and had only slept five hours the entire week. She didn't know where else to look, she had searched and searched. She had even had the courage to search Death Eaters houses, sometimes with the owners in them. Nothing. No Ron. Nowhere.

Hermione felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up to see Sirius. He gave her a little hug and sat facing her, one hand on her knee. "Nothing?"

"Not a damn thing Sirius, I don't know what else to do."

"You could always ask Voldemort."

Hermione gaped at him until she realized he was joking. She playfully punched his shoulder, "That's a great idea, we are best friends you know."

Sirius laughed and ruffled her hair. Hermione smiled at Sirius, he had always been so kind to her and helpful, and despite what people said, rather genius. She sighed and planted her face in her fists again, what could she do?

"Herm, I suggest you sleep."

She looked at him incredulously.

"Just once, really you haven't slept in god knows when. Just sleep, okay? I noticed you're rather brilliant when you aren't running on fatigue." He winked at her and stood to leave clapping his hand on her shoulder as he departed.

Sleep sounded so good. She trudged her way up to the bedroom she and Ginny shared and flopped down on her bed. She jumped back up when he pillow crinkled beneath her head. She stared at it as if it had insulted her before she carefully reached down and jerked it cover off of it. A piece of parchment floated to the floor. She picked it up and unfolded it. Inside was just a note, scripted out in beautiful handwriting, perfect down to the last comma.

I am aware of your situation as of finding Ronald Weasley. He will be attending a meeting in Borgin and Burkes this Friday at 11:30 PM. My best regards.

Hermione stared at the note before she read and reread it. This had to be another Death Eater, or maybe a spy from the Order, in which case it would have to be Snape. Sleep would have to wait. She was almost out the bedroom door when she stopped herself against her own will and made herself go back to the bed and lay down. She had to sleep. The note clutched to her chest she finally settled into a deep slumber.