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Dark Norse
Hermione looked around fearfully. At least three Death Eaters were here, hiding. She was poised in readiness, but scared out of her mind. This was her first Auror assignment. She didn't wasn't to mess up, but it looked like that was exactly what she was going to do. The Death Eaters were nowhere in sight.
Then a scream like a battle-cry sounded off to Hermione's left. Turning as quickly as she could, Hermione barely avoided being hit by a wand blast. Talk about close calls! She stumbled on a rock and went down hard. Landing on her butt, Hermione looked up as robes came into her narrowed vision. A hooded face stared at her.
"Give up, girl. Even though Lord Voldemort is dead, we, his faithful servants, will bring him back." The voice was defiant, cocky.
"Voldemort has been dead three years, and you haven't figured it out yet? He is not coming back. Harry Potter won't let him." Hermione was instantly terrified after she mentioned Harry's name. The three Death Eaters tensed and all the air seemed to have been absorbed by them. She couldn't breathe lest she disturb them and all the malice she felt out of them be directed toward her. She was up a certain creek without a paddle.
The next thing Hermione noticed was that the Death Eaters were gone. They had just disappeared. Looking around, Hermione spotted her wand, which had been taken from her earlier. Gathering herself up, she took her wand and stood in a crouch.
A blast of purple sparks filled her vision, blinding her and nocking her over. Hitting her head on a rock, Hermione knew no more, and would not again for a very long time.
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Harry and Ron were battling Death Eaters. Well, not really. But it seemed that way. Hogwarts students definitely seemed that way lately.
It was three years since Harry, Hermione, and Ron had taken on Voldemort. Three years since their seventh year in Hogwarts. By now, Ron was Headmaster of Hogwarts, and Harry was the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Dumbledore had retired from Headmaster. He had taken over the Minister of Magic position. And Hermione had taken a Auror job.
"Hey, Ron? Isn't Hermione going on her first alone job tonight?" Harry asked over his should from grading papers on the characteristics of werewolves.
"Yeah. Hope she does all right. She doesn't have us to back her up." Ron laughs at the idiocy of them backing her up. She was the brains, and was good at it. She didn't need backing up. He hoped.
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A: Well, that is it for this chapter…are you on the edge of your seat? No, well it gets better, don't worry. Read and Review!