AN: Okay, I'm so sorry for the long wait for this chapter, I had exams, stuff and life. But thank you to ….. for following and waiting for this, you kept me going. Just to let you know, I've decided to change this to a 3 maybe 4 chapter fic, hope you like it! Anyway, R&R please.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, this lil' gem of a series is owned by the one, the only…J.K. Rowling!

They say before you start a war, you better know what you're fighting for,
I'm an angel with a shotgun, fighting till the wars won,
I don't care if heaven don't take me back.
(Angel With A Shotgun, edited) The Cab

Bid My Blood To Run – Chapter 2

~6 years is a long time~

It is a known fact that time can pass extremely fast but it is known to also pass rather slowly, it just depends what kind of a predicament you find yourself in.
Though it also known that a lot can change in 6 years time, and it is also known that little can change in 6 years, sometimes it is not your choice if a lot of things change, while other times the direction of your life is dependant on the paths you chose to travel down.

For this persons story, the time passed slowly and a lot did change, it was partly their own fault for the changes. Though predetermined by actions that were to be cast upon this persons life, they still had the choice to keep to the norm, but they chose not to. They chose to leave the life they loved so much to live in a civilised land.

This person, today, now lives in Oxford, works in a café and lives in an attic open plan flat. The blue sky had faded to grey, though they do still see that they are lucky to be alive, so lucky. They baby sit their landlords children, though they do give this person a headache and remind them of what could have been and what could never be.

This person doesn't like to stand out from the locals; they like to blend into the local styles, the natural scenery. So now, today, they were a muted green army style trench coat, a pair of light charcoal jeans, with a sandal wood belt gracing their hips. A light grey backpack is hung strenuously on their back; it loaded down with a few library books, a purse and a set of keys. Their earphones were surgically attached to their ears and a mobile flip phone, which was in her pocket, they looked like any normal civilian, albeit a more plainer, faded one.

I guess you haven't guessed who it is yet, have you? Or if you have well done! This person would, once have, and might still congratulate you on your academic achievement.

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For this person was…Hermione Granger…

Yes, Miss Hermione Granger had some how ended up in suburbia, not that she hadn't lived in that type of a place before, but that was a lifetime away, quite literally…

Another person in a completely, yet still same in ways, world, was just exiting from the Floo Network onto the black purplish cobbled hall way of the Ministry's entrance hall. The usual black cloak with a trimming of green for the collar graced his body. The green was not showing allegiance to a Hogwarts house, no this was showing what Department he was from or at least the Department which people thought he worked for. He was now in the lift, waiting to be let out at Floor 9, his department was set under the paths of the Muggle world that was above their head.
They sucked in a breath as the flaming head of Ronald Weasley, appeared in front of him, followed by the bespectacled face of one. Mister Harry Potter. They hadn't changed much since school, yes they were taller, but that was to be expected. They still held an air of childish enthusiasm as Ron started to talk animatedly about a new technique he was to learn in the Aurors Office. This person just nodded their head, Ron wasn't talking to them but they felt the need to begrudgingly acknowledge their presence, Harry's presence, he didn't mind so much to acknowledge. But Ron's, he just can't be bothered with the man. The door flew open and Ron and Harry set off to leave, but Harry turned back around and spoke in a friendly, yet guarded voice "Hello Draco."

And yes, you may have guessed that this was Draco Malfoy, but this wouldn't have gotten you any brownie points from the man, well I couldn't say 'from the boy' now could I! Draco would have just made a snide quiet remark about Sherlock. Rather crude and childish, but hey, these three people should be allowed to be childish sometimes without feeling guilty for doing so, they'd missed out on a year, in some his case two, of being able to just enjoy life.

Draco reached his office; the sign was emblazoned with the words 'Department of Mysteries'. The new Minister of Magic had been sceptical at handing Draco this particular job. It held many secrets at which, if in the wrong hands, could be used to bring down the Wizarding world yet again. He had to pick his way through the Circle room, enchanting a spell to stop the room revolving as he did so, to find his office. Every person in this Department had their own office and that office had three stages of security to go through, the world of mysteries was very secretive. A folder sat on his desk, he was hoping it would be more information on the Wallasey case he had been working on for three weeks, but it wasn't. He sighed as he realized it was a new case; he flung his bag into a corner and kicked his shoes off as he started to read this manila folder.

This case was about an abnormality on Samhain, the most magical night of the Wizarding calendar, mere Muggles call it Halloween and dress up in silly costumes trying to scare the heebee-geebees out of one another. Try coming face to face with The Dark Lord, then you can call yourself a pro-Halloweener. But there was something special about this Samhain, this year had been the 10,000th year anniversary of magic first reported to have been used. Every generation lives to see an anniversary which is something special to our kind. The abnormality had been a build up of magic in a Muggle home, it seemed to be near bursting but it never happened, and it never faded. It was thought to be a danger to Muggles living near by. He didn't have to spend too much time coming up with a plan so he set off for a connection to the Floo Network.

He came out of an old fire place in an abandoned factory; this wasn't too different to numerous connections in remote Muggle filled places. Hardly no wizards lived in Oxford, there were only a few, and they had probably been put their by the Ministry to keep an eye on the area, obviously they hadn't done such a great job. He struck on his invisibility cloak, and no, before you ask, he hadn't stolen it from Harry, they were a necessity for all Department of Mysteries employees.
He sat across the road looking at the big stately home; it reminded him of his old childhood home, Malfoy Manor, though it wasn't as grand. The person was said to reside in the attic, assuming that this person didn't belong to the family who resided here; he would have hazarded a guess to say that they were lonely. A wizard living at an unregistered address with a Muggle family of no relation, in a hugely Muggle populated area was surely a rather lonely experience.
It made him think of Granger, she would be all up for living like this; she grew up in Muggle land. She wasn't here though, she'd took off to join her parents in Australia, apparently she's working as a magical detective person over there, it doesn't sound quite right though does it, you would have thought she'd do something to do with Runes or Arithmancy, but then again she didn't complete her schooling, did she? We did, we went back and repeated our 7th year, she did as well, though she only stayed for three months and then she just upped and left…

He studied the weird half moon, stained glass window that converged on a flat part of the attic roof, he couldn't really see much, but he could see the outline of the person and he could definitely tell it was a girl. The girl seemed to be getting ready to leave, a bag was heaved onto her back and then she disappeared from sight. She returned to sight a few minutes later as she left the house, locking the door behind her, and biting into an apple. The girl had brown eyes, they crackled with unused magic, they were enticing and he bet that she was popular with the men; you could almost mistake her for a Veela. Though she seemed to blend into the background, but her hair gave her away, she'd tried to flatten it but it stayed bushy and blonde?
Could this possibly be…but she's in Austr…was this Hermione Granger?!

~The 'Angel' has found his case,

The time to spring is upon us~

AN: Chapter 3 is written, but it won't be up for a couple of days, it needs a major overhaul. *Salutes* 'Major Overhaul' (HIMYM!). As always, review, follow, whatever it is you want to do. Oh, and it's technically 52,000 years since magic was started, but i chose to have it as 10,000 years as it seemed more simpler.

-Oh and check out this song, Lene marlin - Never To Know. It's really good for Draco!