"Are you positive we can't just use those bags muggles put bodies into transport these gits?"Fred said with enthusiasm.
"They aren't for transporting living people."
"There's a simple solution to that."
They levitated the unconscious men inside the holding cell and Fred confiscated their wands. The room served several purposes, from an office to a nap room. Every Friday Hermione uses it to host a support group for the orphans of the war. It was a small department with insufficient resources.
Hermione realized that the captives would be wake soon. The heavy door behind them slammed closed, they could hear multiple locks clicking into place. "We better find Kingsley before we head home." Fred groaned at the prospect, knowing Kingsley he'd have to finish writing a statement. The joke shop and late night missions had been taking a toll on him.
"Can't we copy the last statement?" He pleaded. They navigated their way through to Kingsley's office- one of the few people who had held onto their own personal office.
"I convinced Kingsley to set up a template to save time, and because Harry and Ron aren't adding the relevant information."
"You little genius, you. It must have been a shock for them now they need to write their own reports."
The door to Kingsley's office opened on cue. They took their usual spots in front of his desk, he glanced away from the blank piece of parchment he had been reading and grinned at the pair.
"Hermione, Fred, it's good to see you. How did your mission go?" Kingsly asked.
"Nothing unusual, just one dark object." Fred said, thankful that he had been insistent and carried the tests himself.
"Send it over to Bill."
"It's he said I can watch the checks." Hermione answered. The blank parchment caught her eyes, which Kingsley didn't miss and promptly locked the offending article away.
"I believe you have a tight schedule." Kingsley said not wanting to ruffle any more feathers.
"Of course there's another party to attend." The bitterness was clear in her voice. Fred could understand why the golden trio always looked worse for wear after visiting these occasions. In fact, they were often chirpier on their return from the missions even after they had filled out the paperwork.
"I hope you've reminded Harry and Ron that they need to attend."
"Fred that will go with you. Harry and Ron will attend the under 10s Quidditch league tournament." Fred hadn't told Hermione that he was going yet. He wasn't obliged to go but volunteered himself after Ron mentioned the match to him last week. Fred didn't dream of sending her alone after the state she was in after her last appearance. Hermione glared back at Kingsley but knew deep down it wasn't his fault.
"I understand you don't appreciate this and I'm not overjoyed about it either. Once things settle down, you'll be able to step out of the public eye. If the rest of the wizarding world can see you doing well, moving on, then there's nothing stopping them."
"It's only a matter of time before one of us cracks." Hermione snapped fed up of the farce they had been playing.
"There are three marked death eaters left to find. Their hiding places are running out. We're expecting new information today from the two men you brought back. Once we capture their associates, we can stamp out their philosophies but we will need your cooperation to make it work."
"This is utter madness but I have no other alternative." She stood up with Fred ready to leave.
"It won't be for much longer now." He said. "Last question, same as usual. Do you need to change your partner?"
"No." They both replied.
"Thank Merlin, that's one less change I have to make to the schedules." Hermione eyed him suspiciously. "We reviewed Harry and Ron last night. Their performance has been somewhat lacking, and they need new partners." This news surprised no one. Harry and Ron jumped conclusions at an alarming rate, their stubbornness only made situations worse. "Well, you better leave, otherwise Molly will come for my head. Please send my apologies."
"Of course." Fred replied, grateful to escape. The pair made their way to one of the repaired fireplaces, then the comforting smell of Molly's cooking in the air.