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.

6. A visit to Cathy

Chapter 6

Godric's Hollow, Hermione thought, was a good place to live. The road was lined with houses behind gates and they all looked the same except for their numbers. Hermione looked around and frustratedly pushed her hair back and behind her ears impatiently. Number one, she thought to herself as she walked, number two, three, four, five, six...

And she was at number fifteen. Number fifteen was a nicely painted house with a wrap-around balcony for both floors and a small, shiny door. The garden compromised of wet grass, wilting flowers and a cobble stone path that weaved it's way up to the front door. Hermione delicately rapped on the gate and waited until a plump woman came bustling out of the house and opened it for her.

''Cathy Monroe?'' Hermione inquired politely.

''Bless you!'' the lady exclaimed. ''Not a' nudder one for Cathy, is it?''

''I've come here to see if she knows the whereabouts of someone,'' Hermione replied primly.

'''Course, O'course. Step 'ere, like dat. Quite a lady, are ya?''

Hermione nodded and continued behind the bustling housekeeper on the cobblestone path. When she went inside the house, she did not think it in the least suspicious. The sitting room contained a large sofa, a roaring fire place and a coffee table. A thin girl in her early twenties was sitting placidly in a window seat with a thick book in her lap. She was tall and had clouds of fair hair and bright blue eyes. She wore a sky blue dress with a snowy white bonnet.

''Ma'am,'' the housekeeper said respectfully. ''A lady's come to see ya.''

''I can see, Mrs Midget,'' the ''ma'am'' said quietly. ''You are dismissed,'' she turned to Hermione as the housekeeper did what she was told with, ''my dear woman, do sit down. I fancy you want something from me?''

''I do,'' Hermione replied, seating herself gently on the sofa. ''Miss Monroe, do you know someone of the name 'Rosemary Gale'?''

Cathy seemed to tremble a little. She turned her face away as she untied her bonnet and placed it smoothly on the coffee table. Hermione bit her bottom lip and curled a strand of her very brown hair around her finger. Cathy looked up, sighing deeply.

''Yes,'' she said. ''I did, if I still do is a mystery to me.''

''Where is she?'' Hermione asked abruptly, dropping the lock of hair from her fingers and smoothing out her knuckles.

''I do not know,'' replied Cathy rather calmly.

Hermione interrogated Cathy for the next few minutes but, seeing that the latter would not say anything, thanked her and left, her head pounding with theories.

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