HERMI-One
A/N: Just something that came to me when I was writing something else. Hermione isn't all that common of a name... at least it doesn't appear to be. Food for thought.
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"Well, how was your year, Boy?" Vernon asked Harry.
He thought about it for several moments before replying, "It went pretty well."
The two walked off toward the car park and Vernon's car.
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Helping his daughter into the car and shutting her door, Milton Granger opened his own door and entered the car. Before the door closed, he said aloud in a bombastic sort of way, "Well, Hermione, we are very interested in the goings on up at that school of yours." And the door shut.
Hermione slouched back into the soft leather. "I don't know where to begin."
The woman in the front seat chuckled as she too entered and buckled her seatbelt. She began to close her open window as the car roared to life. "The beginning, of course." The window sealed.
"Yes, Mum." Hermione answered sullenly.
"Hermi-One, we're no longer in public. I expect you to answer as thoroughly and diligently as you were programmed to. None of this 'mum' and 'dad' rubbish. Now, broad overview of important events. We'll be more thorough once we're back at base."
The light seemed to go out of Hermione's eyes while at the same time she immediately sat up straight. "Affirmative. Made contact with Harry on First September as previously reported. Entered into friendship with Harry and Ronald Weasley on Thirty First October. Participated in Harry's termination of subject of interest known as Lord Voldemort..." She paused for a moment and her eyes which had been blank and sightless before seemed to focus on something; though, her two handlers didn't notice.
"Hermi-One, continue your report," ordered the female agent.
"This unit completed the school term with high marks and..." Her carefully modulated, inflection free voice quavered for a split second and then she continued, "... I-I promised to write Harry over the summer," Hermione finished.
To say the two agents were shocked was an understatement. She wasn't a person, she was an it, a tool, a weapon of Her Majesty's Government designed and built keep an eye on the Magicals. No personality except what they programmed into her and certainly no free will.
"Hermi-One!" Barked Milton. "Who did you say you promised to write to?"
Hermione's eyes glazed once more. "This unit promised to write to H-Har-subject of interest Potter."
Milton took his eyes from the road for a split second to catch Diane's eye.
Diane nodded. They would have to go over every last speck of data from Hermi-One. It was behaving unreliably.
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H.E.R.M.I. One
H umanoid
E spionage and
R econnaissance
M agical
I nfiltration unit
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