A/N: I've switched over to writing this one for a while. I've been without internet so I've been having people post for me. Besides, I've had quite a few ideas for this one and I've decided that I don't need to finish Her Dark Enchantment first (but I will finish that story before this one). As always, let me know what you think J

Bar Elate 2 .02

The room was completely silent.

There was no movement beyond the casual sipping of tea and in about three minutes the teapot was going to whistle. Hermione had been drinking tea all morning while anxiously holding the slip of paper she found attached to her bedroom window. Draco had not woken up but his empty tea cup was sitting across from her.

"What are we going to do?" She asked no one in particular.

Of course she had heard that Victoria was back but she assumed that changing apartments would have been the answer. It must not have been the case. She didn't have to look behind her to know that Draco had just woken up. The quiet shuffling added character to the once silent room and it made Hermione feel as though she were safe no matter the situation.

The teapot whistled and Hermione rushed over to make some more tea for herself before pouring Draco a cup. A pair of arms snaked gingerly around her waist and a soft kiss was planted on the spot of her neck between her ear and shoulder. That gave her goosebumps every time.

"Morning," he whispered in her ear, increasing the goosebump count on her body.

"Good Morning," she said with a smile but that smile faltered.

Draco could tell something was wrong. He had heard that teapot go off three times and usually it doesn't go off more than once unless she's thinking deeply about something.

"Are you still thinking about Victoria?" Draco wondered, turning Hermione around after she poured the drink.

"It's kind of hard not to," she whispered, thinking about the slip of paper on her kitchen table.

"You know, it's a great possibility that she won't find you,"

"But it's a greater possibility that she already has," Hermione answered.

"What do you mean?" He quizzed.

Hermione walked over to the table and picked up the slip to give to Draco. She allowed Draco to adjust to the situation before sitting down in her spot. Her knees started to shake uncontrollably and twirled a piece of her curly mane. She was nervous. Anyone could see that.

Draco could definitely tell.

"Wow, she's quick…" he whispered, grabbing a seat across the table.

"And vengeful. Draco, we can't compete with this. She's dangerous, if not more so, than she was before and she had help getting out of Azkaban," Hermione informed.

Draco was at a loss. It was a miracle that they were able to beat her the last time and it would take twice as much this time. At least, that's what they assumed.

"This would be something to tell Potter," he informed, caressing her free hand on the table.

Something so simple as holding her hand used to calm her down instantly but it wasn't working. She was too on edge. Nothing good could come from this.

However, he was right. They had to tell Harry.

-XOX-

"Mr. Potter, you have a visitor," the intercom buzzed over Harry's head.

It was a normal day at the office and lately it had started with Harry being completely drowned in paperwork and files. Normally, his assistant would do this for him but she was on vacation for two weeks. Of course, that was two weeks ago.

"Send them in," his tired voice echoed through the mountains of parchment.

Ever since Victoria Riddle had broken out of Azkaban, his life had been crowded. He had rarely any time for his newborn son and his lovely wife. He had been on the hunt for days.

"You look like you could use a good cup of tea," Ron bellowed from the doorway.

"Ron, your office is down the hall! You don't have to have the secretary buzz you!" Harry shouted, accidentally throwing his quill out of his hand.

"I know but it's more fun this way," Ron replied with a smile.

Harry rolled his eyes and grabbed a new quill rather than fetching the old one.

"What do you need, Ron?" Harry questioned.

"We had a new case appear. Apparently, several witches have gone missing from their homes. We've had three cases reported in the last hour and who knows how many more when I go back to my office," Ron said, handing Harry the documents.

Harry scanned the documents quickly and mouthed the case files back to himself.

"Carnegie Moore, Bellevra Tower, and Penelope Thyme...I don't recognize any of these names," Harry said, looking up at Ron.

"Neither do I…however, according to Penny on the research squad, all of these family names can be traced back to enchantresses who attended the school Charlotte did," Ron answered.

"That's interesting…"

"You think?" Ron answered sarcastically.

Harry leaned back in his chair. He didn't like the looks of what was happening here. He prayed to Merlin that it wasn't what he was thinking.

"Mr. Potter, you have a couple of visitors here to see you,"

"Send them in,"

Usually he was overjoyed to see Hermione because she always had something insightful to tell him or bring him. However, the slip of paper in her hand and Draco Malfoy standing by her side sent chills down his spine as they entered the room. It was exactly what he was thinking and he sighed heavily.

"She's planning a war,"