Hermione Granger
Sunday - that glorious day with no work. No owls, no annoying people... It's not really proper for me to take a break off such an important case, but I figure one hour of not working won't do much harm. So I walk down to the local cafe and treat myself to a coffee, all the while pondering the case, while trying to not let my mind wander over to that set of thoughts. Giving up, I walk back home, taking my time strolling through the lanes. At my front door, while unlocking the lock, I hear someone moving around inside. The only person with access to my flat is Ron - and he had said that he'd be at home the entire day.
I carefully open the door and pull my wand out, stepping onto the wooden flooring as minimal noise, and closing the door softly. I survey what's in my field of vision: every thing seems normal, natural.
"Homenum revelio," the spell alerts me to a presence somewhere in the house, now completely on my guard, I head towards the dining room to investigate. There, sitting on my wooden dinner table with her legs dangling, Diana Rosenberg. I follow my first instinct- which is to curse her.
"Stupefy!"
Almost lazily, she draws out her wand and deflects the jet of red light, springing off the table in the process.
"Come, surely you treat your guests better than that? Don't even think about it," she adds, twirling her wand, just as I raise my wand again.
"What exactly are you doing here?" I say, not wanting to start a duel. She can beat me in a heartbeat - and she knows it. Well, not a heartbeat, I can put up a good fight, but...
"I told you to stop the attempt," She hisses. "Not put it on hold!"
"How did you-" A jet of red light comes my way - one I'm all too familiar with. I duck and dart to the side: the cruciatus misses me by inches.
"Listen! Disentangle your entire operation. Everything has a weak link, even the all-powerful ministry, and I can use yours to take you down!" She snarls, stepping closer to me.
"Not going to happen," I whip out my wand and fire spells at her, deflecting the ones she throws back. In the midst of it I levitate a glass jar behind her and smash it onto her head. She screeches as the glass shatters on the back of her head, and I see a few specks of blood fall to the ground and join the shards of glass already on the carpet. I let my guard down, a big mistake. A curse hits me in the chest and I am sent flying backwards where I hit my head against the wall. Completely disoriented and lying on the ground, I vaguely register her leaving.
"How did she get in? Do need ice for your head?" Harry asks me after I narrate the entire story to him and Ron
"I don't know, and no thanks, I healed it."
"But all that for a warning? Why would she do that?"
"She's afraid of something. Really, really afraid. Why else would she go to such lengths?" I realize, thinking out loud. Suddenly, something clicks into place regarding what she had said earlier, about weak links.
"Also," I add. "There's a mole in the ministry."