The phoenix landing on her windowsill was odd. No, it was wondrous because the only phoenix they were aware of was the one that had belonged to deceased Albus Dumbledore. More remarkable was that it appears to be delivering mail! Fleur shared a look with Hermione, the only other person in the room. She was gratified to see that this unusual occurrence seemed to of brought a spark of life in those whiskey-colored eyes. Fleur suspected that Hermione went through something… much worse than she was letting on when she was a prisoner of Bellatrix. But naturally the brave woman wasn't sharing and Fleur suspected that was why the talented and brave Witch was almost a… shell of herself. What infuriated her was that Harry nor Ron seemed to of registered the changes. It was slightly understandable considering the significant losses they've experienced lately, the deplorable systemic changes within the Wizarding world brought facilitated via Voldemort's loyal followers. Not to mention, the fact that looming on the horizon Harry had a 'date' to settle things once and for all with the Dark Lord.

Naturally nothing was that easy or straightforward. On this dangerous path were 'traps' guaranteed to stretch their reserves, their bravery, and their lives as they fight through many of Voldemort's dangerous followers like Bellatrix or Lucius Malfoy, or Fenir Greyback. None of them have come out unscathed, but it's clear that the Golden Trio might risk the most. Dying is easy; it is how one dies that tests the bravery of the people like those from the Order of the Phoenix. Hermonie, maybe even Harry might have already learned that lesson better than most.

However the unusual appearance of a bird thought to be long lost was in their midst, baring mail and small pouch. Sharing another look with Hermione, Fleur cautiously approached the bird, almost expecting it to vanish like floo powder in the wind. The bird, hopped a little closer to her hand, the leg with the letter wrapped around the small pouch, nudging closer, until Fleur carefully retrieved the piece of parchment. The warmth of Hermione's body standing next her indicated she was as curious, and a little impatient to see the letter.

Sighing, girding her loins for any potential unpleasantness, first Fleur unrolled the paper, while handing the pouch to Fleur. As Fleur started to untie the pouch, both women began to read. When they finished they experienced feelings of confusion, disbelief, and… even hope. Fleur poured the contents of the pouch into her palms, gasping at the two stones; fluorescent, one was a reddish color and the other was green. Both started to glow as the heat from her palm warm the stones, making her skin tingle slightly. Hermonie grabbed the letter that had been post-dated before Dumbledore's death and re-read the letter and Fleur sat down on the window seat.

Greetings Ms. Granger and Ms. Delacour,

If you are receiving this message it is because I have met an untimely death. I am bequeathing you the contents of this pouch as they had great significance to me and I know that you would treasure as much as I once did.

Please continue to bravely serve the Wizarding World and continue your studies to the best of your abilities and know that I am always with you.

Godspeed,

Albus Dumbledore

"Do you zhink it is real?" there was so much uncertainty and efforts towards finding members of the Phoenix that one could never be too sure.

Hermione lifted eyes gone dark with emotions. "I think so. I-I just don't know what to make of it."

And these stones… already she could feel a slight tingly feeling. Does that mean that they've been activated or is there some kind of… action needed to activate them? she stared down at hers, bringing it closer to examine it as it curiously started to glow. She looked over towards Fleur's hand and she seemed to be experiencing something similar. "Is your palm tingling a little?"

Nodding, Fleur took the letter from the Englishwoman's hand again, she too re-read the message, trying to discern more from the message, until they were interrupted by noise from the forgotten Phoenix. "We must feed 'im." Fleur got up to go retrieve a snack for the bird from the kitchen, while placing her stone into her pocket for further examination. "I'll get something for him, you try to see if anyzhing else can be revealed."

Hermione was about to ask why her, when Fleur smirked, somehow managing to look charming at the same time. "Because you were always zhe most brilliant Witch and if anyone can figure it out, it would be 'ou." Fleur started for the door, "Pluz we both need to eat, non?" And with that she left Hermione to the letter and their unusual guest.

The mink-haired woman spent some time considering a spell that might reveal any hidden codes or messages. She didn't even realize that the deep despondency that had gripped her, the seething rage that coursed through her veins, or the stark fear that sometimes paralyzed her, wasn't present. For now she resembled the Hermione who spent hours studying, researching in Hogwarts library.

Once she settled on a spell, she retrieved her wand from her side wand-holster, gave it a specific motion along with a few phrases, a yellowish light spilled out from it to land on the paper. She waiting a few moments and then took another closer look at the message and sure enough words began winding and dancing incomprehensively on the page until they sorted themselves out to resemble proper sentences. Eyes widening in disbelief and then abject fear, she re-read it again while waiting impatiently for Fleur to return.

12 Grimmwauld Place, Black Residence

3rd Floor, First Room on the Left

London, England

Dear Ms. Delacour and Ms. Granger,

If you have received this letter and a pouch then it is because both my inevitable death and that the prophecy involving the both of you has begun.

I recognize that both objects may come as shock to you but know that you read everything here is true. You both have a destiny that is intertwined with coming events with Voldemort. This destiny involves a group of extraordinary individuals, led by Slayers, a Clan, and a Red Witch, from America. It is believed that they will have a profound impact in the Great War. It is not clear how yet, but they are essential. However, know that they are in the midst of a Battle themselves to save the world from an Evil so powerful that it has gained the notice of certain Dark Forces within our world. It is imperative that you all unite to stop these forces from linking together, for that would surely doom us all.

These stones contain great and complex magic, magic not of this world. The green is for the Ms. Delacour and the red is for Ms. Granger. With these stones a bond will form between you and your possible future. A future that will have an enormous impact on the War. It is unclear what this 'future' entails but we suspect it has to do with the Slayer, the Red Witch, and the Clan.

If you are wondering why you; the Prophesy clearly states an exceptional and brilliant young witch AND a unique, yet untapped powerful Veela Witch. It is also said that this is your burden alone until such a time is appropriate to alert the Order. I have the utmost faith in both of you, and Ms. Delacour your mentor, Madame Olympe Maxime has the utmost confidence in your abilities to carry out this mission. Granted it is a large one, but both of you working together I believe you shall surprise each other with your continued bravery and your dedication.

May Merlin watch over you and Godspeed.

In Spirit,

Albus Dumbledore

When the door opened with Fleur once again carrying a tray of food (this seemed to be a regular occurrence between them), Hermione lifted her eyes, waited as the blonde Witch fed a piece of bacon to the bird. She wordlessly handed over the letter and waited for Fleur's reaction. She didn't have long to wait.

"Ze Zlayer? But zhis was a… how do you zay it? Myth?" Her accent thickening as her emotions seemed to intensify; white-blonde hair hung down as she once again re-read the hidden message. "Apparently we are to have zome 'elp. But it says they will be coming from zee States." Fleur paused as a thought occurred to her. "It is very curious az to why the Americaines 'ave not become involved in zhis war, don't you zhink?"

"Officially, it doesn't appear as if the Americans are getting involved. This is some kind of… connection between Dumbledore, those stones, and something else." Frowning, Hermione sat down next to Fleur, cautiously taking the red stone from Fleur's hand. Why only them? Why not alert the Order? Or did other members get a similar message? "Do you think anyone else received this message?"

Hermione let out a huge sigh before responding. "I know about as much as you, my friend. I am also considering that the fact that Dumbledore waited until now, with only the two of us, to have this message delivered, makes me believe that this information is for our eyes only." For some reason Hermione liked that.

She spent so little time with other women, most of her time being spent keeping Harry or Ron safe, or researching, that sharing this important task with another woman, especially Fleur Delacour was... acceptable. "But I think it's time to try to find out. Since I'm fairly proficient in navigating the Muggle world, we'll have to try our luck with Muggle technology—specifically the Internet."

Fleur looked confused. "Zhe Internet? What is zhat?"

Hermione found herself grinning. "Leave that to me. In the meantime we're going into London tomorrow." She paused, realizing she was being bossy. "If you'd like."

Fleur released a smile of her own, enjoying this secret quest, and knowing that Hermione was everything she could want in a companion who was chosen to share in this task with her. She realized that this was more than likely another dangerous task and they could ill-afford to not focus their energies on finding the rest of the horcruxes, while shoring their resources. But if the rewards hinted at in the letter were real, then it could significantly change the course of this War, likely changing both Hermione and her, as well.

Hermione snuck a glance over Fleur's outfit for their important outing in London. She looked like any other chic, Londoner, with dark, skinny, jeans, a cobalt-blue, buttoned-down shirt, with a three-quarter lengths, fitted, black overcoat. Her hair was styled simply and hung thick and long. Her upper-crust bearing was illustrated in the way she carried herself, along with her good-looks, made Fleur stand-out. Immediately, Hermione insisted they were to purchase a cap to tuck her hair in, since the Order members or other opponents of the new Wizarding world were either openly attacked even within the Muggle world (as evidenced when they attempted to squire Harry away from his Aunt's home and they were immediately set upon by Voldemort's cronies). Or they were kidnapped and brought to either the 'new" Ministry of Magic where the evil Dolores Umbridge "interrogated" you or you were given into the care of a Death –Eater. All of this depended on the prisoner's status on the Dark Lord's Most Wanted List.

Hermione as part of the Golden Trio and Fleur as both a "dirty" magical creature, the Veela and a member of the Order, being captured would be a coup for Voldemort's followers. So it was imperative that they remained vigilant and discrete. Now they both wore smart looking caps, hair tucked into it, and wands discretely tucked into their side holsters.

"Come on, I know of a café nearby where they have computers." Hermione grabbed Fleur's hand and hurried them across the street to the aforementioned café.

"'Ermione, what iz zhis computer?" Fleur was slightly amused with the Englishwoman's enthusiasm.

"I'll show you. It's a Muggle technology and very useful in quickly finding information. My mum had gotten one for the house, it was quite exciting. So much information!" Fleur was captivated by the fierce light dancing in those whiskey-brown eyes. It was all she could to not hug the woman because she hadn't seen this Hermione in such a long time.

Finally they found themselves in the café, the tantalizing smells of coffee and tea wafting through the air. Fleur looked at the flat-square like contraptions that appeared to show various images on, as people in front of them typed away on a keyboard. "Ok, so these are computers. You can type in various requests and it will search the answers for you."

Fleur was impressed and even more amused because she wasn't completely sheltered from the Muggle world. But if it got Hermione excited and her usual confidence then she was willing to 'suffer' through a lesson on Muggle technology. Fleur waited while Hermione paid for the usage she then bought for herself a cup of tea and coffee for Fleur. Once Fleur helped her to bring their drinks over and they both settled in front of the computer.

"What now? 'o we zimply type in… Slayer?" Fleur sipped her coffee, watching a Hermione frowned as she tried to think of a keyword to begin their search.

"Well we have 3 things mentioned in the letter: Slayers, Red Witch, and Clan. I figured if we start there, perhaps we'll find something?"

Fleur nodded and smiled. "Bien! I knew that you would zhink of something, mon ami." Hermione grinned back at her, before rolling her eyes and began to type.