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Chapter 2- Attacked!
The next morning I woke up to more rain. It seemed like the rain would never end, not until everything was fixed, and everyone was happy. I pulled on my work robes, and threw my pajamas into the wash. My small apartment was just as messy as my office, on Broad Street, but I was used to mess. I had grown accustomed to the chaos, being the neat, tidy little girl I had been at Hogwarts, it had taken me awhile.
I shoved a few things off of my kitchen counter and pulled my coffee maker out from the shadows of the cupboards. After brewing a cup of coffee for myself, I pushed some stuff off of the bar stool and sat down, sipping my steaming cup. Jasper flew in the window with my morning paper and dropped it in front of me. I pulled the paper close to me, dropping my cup of coffee on the floor to hit with a crash as I stared at the headline fearfully reading:
Ronald Weasley: ATTACKED!
I blinked at the news, and then began to read.
Last night, at around two o'clock, Ronald Weasley, best friend of the famous Harry Potter, was found by a muggle woman, lying in a street alley unconscious. The muggle called the police, who were dumbfounded as to what had happened. Word soon reached the Ministry Of Magic, who sent a few detectives over to investigate. Mr. Weasley, owner of Weasley's Gliding Brooms Inc, is safe in the nearest Wizard hospital. Some say that the attack may be connected to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, but others disagree...
I dropped the paper, grabbed my coat, and apariated to my office. I slipped my key into the small doorknob and opened the door to my messy building. A small black owl sat on the windowpane, holding an envelope in it's feet. I ran towards it, and seized the envelope, ripping it open swiftly. The note was from Parvati, her handwriting frantically scribbled across the scroll.
Oh Hermione, come quickly to the Burrow, Ron's been attacked! The Ministry Of Magic called us, they said they'd get through to you, being their best detective. Hurry Hermione!
I dropped the note, but right before I was about to leave, another owl came flying in through the window, this time a chestnut color. It handed me a small note, with more frantic writing.
Detective Granger please report to the Ministry Of Magic immediately for further information about the recent events.
I crumbled up the newest letter, and apariated to the Burrow.
The whole Weasley family was over, and just about to leave for the hospital when I arrived.
"So glad you came, we were just about to go," Molly exclaimed, and we all followed her to the hospital.
Ron was laying in a small bed, his head wrapped in a bandage, and his eyes clenched tightly. We each talked to him, telling him he'll be alright. His eyes flickered open at me, when I approached his bed.
"Hermione, where's Harry?" he asked.
"I don't know Ron, I don't know." I'd been aching to ask that all week, and here was Ron, asking me. I had no idea, for all I knew, Harry could have been off on some deserted island, frolicking with Lavender Brown. That reminded me, I had so much to worry about, and so many things to find out. Here I was, in the hospital, comforting my best friend who had been attacked, and still promising myself that I'd be the one to solve the George mystery. But there was so much to do, and so little time.
"Where's that little sister of mine?" Ron asked his mother.
"Ginny? Oh, haven't seen her lately. I thought she would be here, but she hasn't shown up yet," Molly replied.
I stood beside Ron's bed and pondered on where Ginny had gotten off to. Maybe she was with Harry? Oh, there were to many ideas racing through my head, and I had an aching need to clear them.
After saying goodbye to the Weasleys I returned to my office back in London. When I arrived there, Lavender Brown stood waiting outside my door. I smiled and opened the door to let us in.
"So, how's the case?" she asked, sitting down on the client chair. Her expression looked disgusted at my messy room.
"Well, I've kind of been preoccupied, but I'm sure I can get to the bottom of this. Besides, I'm sure you've read the headline in today's Daily Prophet, I assume Ron's and your case are related. So, I'm hopefully going to find out who did this to the both of you, and many others," I stated, looking through a few files Lavender had brought to me. I saw her smirk from the corner of my eye, and I was sure those bandages on her arms were fake. I really was going to get to the bottom of this, but surely not representing her in the case.
"Why don't you get back to me when you've found out more," she suggested, getting up to leave.
"I will," I said, putting the files down.
"Oh and Hermione..."
"Yes?" I asked, looking up again.
"Clean this place up." And she shut the door behind her.
I sat at my desk for an hour or so, rearranging and organizing documents into my cabinets. The rain outside was pouring harder then ever, and I couldn't help but gaze out into it and pout at the weather. It certainly did fit the situation quite well.