Author's Note: I deeply apologize for doing this to you guys! I am reposting Fatal Attraction and I don't know what else at the moment, so please bear with me as I get my fanfictions back on track. I had to remove them to get into so I hope you guys aren't like, "What the hell is her problem?" Well, I'm back and I plan on staying here until decides to get rid of me. Hahaha…like that'll ever happen. Anyway, I did write more of this story and I will be posting it along with the rest of the chapters I already wrote. I have to edit out the song lyrics though, so…sorry guys. Love ya and please review!

Chapter One: The Mission

She sat at her desk, sucking on the tip of her second Sugar Quill that morning. For one reason or another, she had fallen madly in love with Sugar Quills and now could not go one whole day without eating just one. Her notes were sitting in front of her upon a yellow legal pad, the last thing her father had given her before he died. She had always used it since.

"So, what am I supposed to do?" She asked the man sitting in front of her, absentmindedly tucking a lock of her long, wavy, auburn hair behind her ear.

"Oh, fuck it, Hermione. You are the brightest witch in the entire Ministry! Surely you have to know what you are doing!" The wizard, whom went by the name Moon, retorted sharply.

"I told you, Moon. I don't like swearing!"

"Well, I deeply apologize," Moon sarcastically replied. "You're twenty one, for god's sake. Break out of your shell for once. Do something un-Hermione-like."

Hermione Granger rolled her eyes. The entire team knew Moon had a thing for Hermione, but he was just too chicken to tell her.

The entire team of Aurors, that is.

It was common knowledge among her fellow comrades that their leader, Shadow, would giver her this assignment. She was born to do it. In fact, this assignment was the one where she would get her "nickname".

The group of Aurors that Hermione had teamed up with had come up with this whole "secret society" pact. They would be given nicknames so their true identities were never known. They would all call each other by these nicknames and if any one of them was ever caught calling the other by their real name…they would never come back.

The entire team had called her "Cub" since she first started her career as an Auror. Moon was the only one who had given her a true nickname.

"Well, Whisper, what do you need to know?"

"Is Whisper my nickname to you or something?" Hermione loved to poke fun at Moon every chance she could get. He never really understood that she was just playing with him, which satisfied her even more.

"Yes, it is. I told Shadow that it should be your true nickname and not just one that I call you, but he said he had a better one waiting for you," Moon was silent for a moment, then softly muttered, "No matter what they call you, you will always be Whisper to me…"

Hermione grinned. "I kind of like it…it's like me in a lot of ways."

Moon grinned sheepishly back at her. "Thank you, Whisper."

"You are most welcome."

It was a very tender moment for both Hermione and Moon. The two of them were friends all through training…they had even almost started dating once, but it never really worked out.

"Moon? May I ask you a question?"

"Of course…"

"What…what's your real name?"

Moon was taken aback. "My real name?"

"Yeah. Moon can't be your real name, can it?"

Moon shook his head. "My real name is…oh, it's so silly." He turned a shade of brilliant crimson as he spoke.

"You know I won't laugh at you, Moon…" Hermione gently placed a hand upon his cheek. "And you know I can always find out on my own…I have ways of hacking into each and every persons file."

Moon grinned, then softly whispered, "Hayden. Hayden Downleaf."

Hermione smiled. "It's not that hard, is it? I think it's a very cute name. Hayden…I always liked that name. And you look like a Hayden. Your dirty blond hair, clouded blue eyes, and year-round tan do it…I think that Hayden is a much nicer name than Moon…Moon just doesn't fit your personality."

Moon shuffled his feet. "Well…I…err…I like your name, too. Hermione Granger. It sounds so…so much like you."

"Thank you. It's not what I would prefer as a name, but what can I say?"

"Why not?"

"I don't really have a way to make a nickname with my real name. I mean, there's Hermy…'Mione…and that's about it."

"'Mione is cute."

Hermione paused. "Moon…what are you really trying to tell me?"

"He's really trying to tell you that if he doesn't explain your mission to you in the next two minutes, he'll be fried to a crisp." Another Auror, Eagle, walked into Hermione's cubicle. "Whatcha up to, Miss Granger?"

"Hello, Eagle. What is my mission, anyway?"

Eagle ran his hand through his shoulder-length black hair. "Well, it sort of needs a lot of explanation time."

"Eagle, I've got all the time in the world. Then again, I do have to send quite a few owls, so try to make it quick."

"You are to hunt and kill a certain Death Eater. All we could scrounge up about him is his picture, some facts about his family genealogy, and that they all call him Serpent Tongue. The picture isn't exactly perfect, but at least you can see his face."

Moon nodded. "He's a particularly dangerous Death Eater as well. If you take him out, you may very well change the course of this war."

"I thought Aurors weren't supposed to kill…"

Eagle sighed. "Shadow got special pardoning for this one. Don't worry…killing someone isn't as horrible as it may seem."

Hermione paused, then nodded. "I'll do it, but on one condition."

Eagle grinned. "Here. A message from Shadow. I think you'll find what you are looking for in there." And with that, Eagle left.

Moon looked down for a moment, then placed a small piece of parchment upon Hermione's desk and quickly left as well.

Hermione watched the two of them go, then grabbed Shadow's letter, ripped open the envelope, and began to read.

Hermione Granger,

Enclosed is a color photograph of Serpent Tongue and every single thing we know about him up to date. Hopefully this helps you find him…I even added a few places where you might find him in there. I know you wish to know what your true nickname is, so here it is.

From here on out, you will be known as Lionheart. Do not ask me why, for I have my reasons. If you really wish to know, think about your career at Hogwarts.

Good Luck, Lionheart!

Shadow

"Lionheart…it's so…majestic. So royal." Hermione scanned over the letter once again and found a postscript.

P.S. Advice from me to you. Start a new life for yourself. Make yourself who you really want to be for the rest of your life. You may be surprised at the results.

Hermione grinned, shaking her head. She placed the note on her desk, where she could read it anytime she wanted to, then reached for Moon's note.

It was very short, but it said everything it needed to.

I love you, Whisper.

Moon.