Disclaimer: Most characters belong to J.K. Rowling in the exception of a few originals. Original plot and places are mine, things that have been mentioned in the books, are Rowling's. This was not not meant to infringe on any copyrights, if I have done so, please notify me right away. Thank you.

Chapter Six- Faithful

The rain was growing harder, a good sign to the both of us. We had given up hope just a few minutes before, but were back on the case. Hogsmede was very busy at the time of year, nearing the holidays. We slipped through the crowds, trying to hide ourselves, or just look like everyday shoppers.

Outside of a small shop, I spotted Angelina Johnson, who had been attacked just a week ago, talking with Lavender Brown, my client. We walked past them, to the alley, very nonchalant, and stopped to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"I tell you, Lavender," Angelina began. "I haven't seen Spinnet in ages, I wonder what she's up to."

"Oh, haven't seen her in awhile either. Last I knew, she was going out with Fred Weasley, but I hardly think they're still together," Lavender giggled.

I rummaged through my coat pockets until I placed my hand on a small voice recorder, an essential item for any detective. I pulled it out, showed it to Parvati and began to record the other two's discussion.

"So, what have you been up to lately? Anyone you got your eye on in particular?" Angelina winked.

"Oh, just... George Weasley..." Lavender said, giggling. Parvati held out her fist and started towards her in anger, but I thankfully held Parvati back.

"George Weasley?" Angelina exclaimed, laughing.

"What's so funny, I'm oddly attracted to him..." Lavender replied.

"Oh nothing, but... isn't he married to that Parvati girl?"

"Yeah, if only he weren't, I'd be all over him."

"You mean you aren't already?" Angelina asked, now cracking up.

"Oh be quiet, I mean, I'm sure if I really liked the guy, I'd have him divorce Parvati," Lavender exclaimed, a giggle or two escaping. I was barely holding Parvati back when she said this.

"So, what's stopping you?" Angelina asked.

"Him."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, you see..." Lavender began. "Last Saturday, I spotted George here, right outside his shop, and stopped him. I don't know what came over me, I pulled him closer, and he pushed me away. I swear I could hear voices laughing at pathetic me. I mean, the one man I go for, shoves me away and mumbles some crap about being married."

"Well, you have to admit, at least he's faithful," Angelina laughed.

"Faithful to her, and not me," Lavender mumbled, as she glared at Angelina, who was holding her stomach with laughter. I turned to Parvati and smiled, I could see tears flowing out of her eyes. But they weren't the tears I had seen before. These ones glittered with joy.

After Lavender and Angelina left, we sat down on a small bench to discuss what was next.

"Well, George has been taken care of, he didn't cheat on you. But we still need to solve the attacks, are you with me?" I asked Parvati.

"Of course, I owe you everything Hermione," she said, a tear dropping from her cheek. "Thank you so much. Without you, I would have made the hugest mistake in my life."

I smiled at Parvati, and inside I really did feel all warm and cozy.

"I'm glad to have help a friend in need," I said, truthfully meaning it. "But this whole thing puzzles me."

"Yeah, me too. And we still have to find out whose doing all these attacks."

Just then, rushing past us, in a large green coat, somewhat matching mine, a tall brown-haired man swiftly sprinted out of sight. Parvati stared awkwardly down the walkway.

"Wasn't that... Harry?" she asked.