A/N: So this is the last chapter for this story. There is quite a time-jump from the previous chapter, but I am planning on writing another fic to fill in a few of those gaps. Thank you for reading and all the support. Enjoy and please review.
Hermione was running down a fire escape, trying to apparate the second her feet touched the pavement. Much to her surprise, she was still standing in the alleyway when she opened her eyes. She heard footsteps on the stairs and sprinted towards the street.
Slowing to a brisk walk, she crossed the busy street, trying to blend into the crowd. But the stinging pains originating from nowhere in particular were clouding her mind as she weaved through the horde.
She stopped at the traffic light at the end of the block, noticing the two wizards she was trying to lose catching up. Placing all her focus on the traffic light, she used wandless magic to manipulate the lights. This allowed the pedestrians to cross, but stopped her chasers from crossing as well.
At a nearby public phone, Hermione leaned against the structure for support, calling the emergency services to send out an ambulance, claiming that there was a man having a heart attack in the building behind her. She went to hide around a corner, hearing sirens in the distance. She noticed the blood above her right hip for the first time as she sat down. She must've looked mad running down the street.
Once the paramedics had gone inside, Hermione used Alohamora to open the backdoors of the ambulance. She grabbed a few supplies and left some Muggle money before taking off. She knew she needed to keep moving, but she couldn't remember why. She had no recollection of what had happened after landing in Oslo. She knew she was working undercover to help both her country and Norway, but she couldn't remember any details.
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Ron was getting worried about Hermione. She looked enough like the woman they had in custody to go to the hand-off in Norway, but that was all the details that he knew. Rose, now almost one, was sitting on his lap reading to herself. After having Rose, Hermione had taken 9 months off to recover before finishing her Auror training. She was now fully qualified and occasionally worked in a team with her husband and Harry.
She was supposed to be back by now, and Ron didn't like the feeling he was getting. He called the Ministry, but they had no new information and said that she was probably just finishing the paperwork. Ron eventually put Rose to bed, but woke up every hour to see if Hermione was back yet.
The next morning there was still no sign of her, and Ron had to go to work. He was now officially very worried.
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After finding a room in a cheap hotel, Hermione took the time to clean her wounds. She leaned back and put some dittany on the cut above her hip, closing her eyes as the pain intensified. Suddenly feeling very nauseous, she made her way to the loo, heaving into the bowl. She felt as if her back might break. Taking a few deep breaths, she leaned back against the tub.
The results of her diagnostic spell confirmed her suspicions. She had quite a few scrapes and bruises, a cut on her hip and another on her cheek (which she hadn't even noticed), three cracked ribs and a pretty bad concussion. "What the hell happened back there?" she wondered.
Taking the pain pills she got from the ambulance, she lied down and drifted off. She slept fitfully, and woke with a start, crawling over to the landline. She checked her watch and hoped that she was right about what she had dreamt. She had to warn Ron, and she hoped that he was at the Burrow dropping off Rosie.
Under normal circumstances she would've used her patronus, but is she couldn't apparate, she didn't know if this would work.
Luckily, Ron answered on the third ring. "Hello?" he said, and Hermione let out a sigh of relief.
"Ron" she answered.
"Hermione? Are you okay? Where are you?"
"I can't tell you. I'm fine, but it's not safe. Take Rose and run. Just go, I'll find you. I love you" she said before hanging up.
"Love you too" Ron said into the now dead line.
He wanted nothing more than to go find his wife and end whatever war was about to go down, but he realised that he had to trust that she knew what she was doing. He ran up to his room and retrieved the rucksack she had made him pack and hide just after the war. Obviously it was enlarged with an Undetectable Extension Charm and was fully equipped for every emergency.
Ron passed his confused mother on the landing and yelled out a short explanation as he picked up his daughter. Sending his patronus to Ginny and Harry, he told them to listen for any news about Hermione and not to worry about him and Rose, they were following Hermione's plan. He only hoped she could pull off her part of it and live long enough to come and find them.
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Back in the Norwegian hotel room, Hermione was preparing for the battle the same way she always did- by reading. She remembered something while she was asleep, but before she could do anything she first had to find out more about the smuggling of Forbidden Dark Magic Artifacts.
A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger, I know it's evil, but this is where it ends. I'll leave the rest up to your imaginations, but I personally think that after doing something very epic, Hermione kicks some arse and finds her family. I might even write the conclusion as a oneshot if I have the time. Thank you all for reading.
