A/N: Hello all my beloved readers! I know I really should update my other stories, but I had this one in my little repertoire, and I really wanted to post something. Please don't hate me. But please do tell me how you like this one! Thanks, lovelies!

Ella

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Prologue

Beatrice Webster was not normally a very jealous person. But a certain brown-haired witch had recently turned her into a green-eyed monster. Bee had been living happily with Harry Potter, her boyfriend of almost two years, when out of the blue, he ended things with her.

One Month Earlier

Bee had just returned from shopping for an anniversary present to give to Harry. Their two year anniversary since they met each other was next week, so she had wanted to buy him something special. The sight that met her eyes when she walked into their shared apartment made her stop in her tracks. Harry was pacing the floor, scowling, clearly waiting for her return. When he saw her, he stopped pacing and sat down in a chair.

"Bee, we need to talk." The sternness in his voice freaked her out a little, but she was still holding the shopping bags containing Harry's gift.

"Um, 'kay, just one sec," she said, attempting to escape to their bedroom so she could stash the bags in her closet.

"No, Bee. We need to talk now."

"But-"the look he gave her made her stop mid-sentence and sit down on the couch across from his chair.

"I don't like the way you've been treating me lately. I'm not just some sex toy for you to play around with. I want someone who loves me for who I am, not what my name is."

"What does that mean?" Bee asked, playing the dumb blonde, and putting a look on her face that she thought looked innocent. Harry sighed.

"It means that I'm leaving, Bee. I've already arranged where I'm staying. Now I have to clear some things up at work. I just got an owl saying there's an emergency. I'll be right back after that to pack up."

Bee started hyperventilating. She jumped onto her feet. "But, (pant pant) but (pant pant), Harryyyyy!" she whined, "I've been so good to you! I sleep with you every night, and I don't buy too much with your credit card! I even stopped my other relationship when I moved in with you!" The last part was mostly a lie, but Harry didn't need to know that. "I just bought you this, too!" she cried, ripping the new broomstick out of one of the bags sitting next to her and chucking it at him. "And with my own credit card!"

Harry walked over to her and gently pushed her back onto the couch. "Bee-bee, you need to calm down. I just need my space. Maybe in a couple of months, after we've both had time to think over the relationship, we can try it again. In the meanwhile you should take up yoga. You're too uptight."

Bee screamed and stormed off into their bedroom, throwing herself down on their bed and burying her face in her pillow. How could it end? It had been going so well! In fact, this was one of the longest relationships Bee had ever had! Another thought pushed it's way into her mind. What if the reason that Harry wanted to end things so suddenly was because there was another woman? No. That couldn't be it. No one had ever actually cheated on Bee! She was always the cheater, never the cheated. She decided that after Harry left for work she would do a little snooping.

One Hour Later

After Bee heard the pop that meant that Harry had left, she stuck her head out the door to check if he really had gone. Once she made sure that he had, she went over to his desk and rifled through the papers. Being an expert on affairs herself, she knew what to look for.

After an hour of searching, the only thing of interest she found was an old scrapbook of pictures. The front pages contained pictures of a couple, a man who looked exactly like Harry, and a woman with long red hair. Bee wondered whether that man was Harry, but then she remembered him telling her that these people were his parents. The more interesting pictures were in the back. Some were of a young Harry standing with a taller boy with red hair and freckles, some were of the boys and a girl with brown bushy hair, some were of Harry and the girl, but most were just of the girl with bushy hair. As the kids in the pictures got older, the girl's hair got less bushy, and she changed from being a mousy girl with a stuck-up air about her, as she was in the earlier pictures, to a pretty young woman. Bee wondered who this girl was.

She found some of the old letters of Harry's that she had previously deemed as junk. They all seemed to be written by Harry, and never sent. Most had been crumpled into balls. And they were all addressed to a 'Hermione'. Bee smoothed out one letter. It read:

Dear Hermione,

I know that I've been avoiding you for the past couple of weeks, but that's only because I have something to tell you. So here goes. I love

but that's where the letter ended. He loves who? she wondered. I love… who could he love? Maybe he was talking about me. Maybe she likes him, and he wanted to tell her that he likes me! When was this written, anyway? She noticed the date written in the bottom left corner. It was a few years before Harry had even met Bee. What if it's supposed to be I love you? She looked at the dates on the other notes, and the most recent was from three months ago! Bee decided that she needed to find out more about this Hermione person.

Present

After she found the letters, Bee spent every spare moment she could squeeze from her already busy schedule researching this woman. She found out that she lived in London, not too far from her flat, in fact, and she worked at 'a little known hospital right outside the heart of London'. Bee could only assume that she meant St. Mungo's, she being a witch herself, because if Hermione had gone to school with Harry, obviously she had gone to Hogwarts.

Bee was a witch, but she had not gone to Hogwarts because she grew up in the United States. That's why she talked with a 'weird accent', as she overheard Harry's friend Ron say about her. She attended a school in Salem and moved to England when she was twenty. She had met Harry at the Ministry, where she worked as an Auror with him. She had been expecting him to propose to her soon, because she had always thought that they were right for each other. However, what she did not know was that Harry had only really asked her out in the first place because he was trying to get over another bad relationship. And keep his mind off of a certain other witch.

Harry moved temporarily into the flat that Ron Weasley shared with his wife, Luna Lovegood. (Luna kept her maiden name after the marriage.) They hit it off after the war. Ron confessed to having a crush on Luna since the trio had gotten to know her through the DA. Since Harry left, Bee had been spending more time at the Ministry, although she did have to make a conscious effort to avoid Harry, because they worked in the same department. She liked to spend as little time home as possible at home because it reminded her that she had been dumped, possibly for another girl. On the other hand, she couldn't get much research in at the Ministry.

Bee sighed, closing another failed website on her computer. She decided she needed a break from research. All this staring at the computer was making her head throb. She went into the kitchen and grabbed a muggle soda from the fridge. She could never give those up, even if Harry scorned them for being 'so disgustingly bad for you'. She sighed again and closed her eyes, pressing the cold can on her forehead. She kept thinking about Harry as if he were still a part of her life.

Suddenly, Bee got an idea for her research. She ran back to her bedroom and threw herself into her desk chair, which went spinning out of control. She pulled herself up to her laptop and eagerly pounded away at the keyboard, the light from the screen reflected in her eyes.

"Bingo!" she said, pressing the 'Print' button on her computer. She pulled the paper from her printer and read it, still warm:

Hermione Granger Finds Cure for Life-Threatening Disease the headline screamed. The article was from the online Daily Prophet, which could only be accessed by witches or wizards. It was about a year old. Bee read on. Hermione Granger,26, has found the cure for Spagglemedd, a disease that was, until recently, rapidly spreading throughout England. Ms. Granger, a young healer at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, discovered that an infusion of dragon's blood, phoenix tears, and unicorn horn cures the disease. Out of 340 cases of Spagglemedd in the past year, 290 have resulted in deaths. The symptoms of Spagglemedd include the patient breaking out in what looks like purple pimples, and an unsightly rash all over the skin. Ms. Granger was not available for an interview. She Bee stopped reading, looking up with a grin on her face. She had found her.