On The Way

by hinnylover123

When Ron and Hermione broke up, Hermione left the Weasleys to become the first female Wizarding detective. But then, Charlie is brutally murdered and Hermione must work together with Ron to solve this mystery. But, as they go on, they find themselves falling in love. But the Wizarding world is in danger. Hermione must solve this mystery, before she's the only one left to do so.

1. Any mysteries?

Here's the new story, people! I present 'On The Way'! A Romione fic, yes. Not J.K Rowling!

Chapter 1

Tibitt Alley was normally a loud place. It was fit to burst with noise. But, at night, it was dead quiet. All the shops were dark except one. It was a pub and light pooled from every inch of it. The people inside laughed and joked merrily for they were finally free of work. They flirted with the barmaids and knocked their drinks back. Outside, a cloaked woman stopped in front of the pub. She was tall and wore a hood over an emerald green dress. She threw open the doors of the pub and strode inside. She sat on one of the barstools. The barman looked fearfully at her.

''Ms Granger'' he murmured softly.

Hermione Granger looked up and threw back her hood. She was a pretty woman with sleek shiny brown hair and brown eyes that were told to have scared the most feared of men away. She was an impressive woman, having solved many Wizarding mysteries that were known throughout he country. She was told to have been as big as a bear or as ugly as a snake, but in reality she was simply a woman with much more brains than most people. The barman set a glass of Firewhiskey in front of her and went back to feverishly cleaning his glasses. Hermione raised the glass and sniffed it, as if to see if it had poison in it, before taking a generous sip.

''So,'' she said. ''What has been going on, Todd?''

Erinius Todd, the barman, looked up timidly and shrugged. ''Nothing much, Ms Granger'' he said, using his wand to clean the glasses.

''Oh, really? Any, dare I say, mysteries?'' Hermione asked. She leaned forward slightly and smiled a thin smile that made shivers run down Todd's back. If she had not solved so many mysteries, her smiles and icy voice would have made her the villain. She traced a circle idly on the bar counter and smiled a small genuine smile.

''Chuck me the papers, Etta!'' Todd called to a small, busty barmaid, who immediately blushed and threw him a rolled up newspaper. Hermione reached out and caught the paper easily. She opened it and her eyes instantly filled with unseen tears and hands shook. She looked down with disbelief and fear. She stood up, breathing heavily, and dropped a few coins on the bar counter. She quickly ran out of the pub and apparated, then and there. Very soon, she re-appeared in front of a tall, crooked house, more commonly known as The Burrow. She rushed to the door and knocked like her life depended on it. After a while, a plump witch arrayed in black robes answered the door. Hermione looked up at her pleadingly.

''Is Charlie dead?'' she asked fearfully, half wanting and half fearing the answer. Mrs Molly Weasley bowed her head. Hermione's eyes filled with tears. She let them spill down her cheeks and thud loudly on the floor. She sat next to Mrs Weasley, who had fallen on the floor with grief, and cried. She hardly noticed the rest of the family sit down next to her. Or the way they cried with her and Mrs Weasley. Or how Ron Weasley, her ex, held her limp form as she cried and cried. Charlie had been her family. Like a brother. And he had not just died; he had been murdered. And Hermione would find who did this.