Hermione Never Did Die
Chapter Five
By: A. Madalong
"Still working," a male's voice said, followed by a knock on Samantha's open door.
The glaring reflection from her computer screen showed the rough outline of the plump Albert. She flicked her computer screen off and stood up, gathering her work.
"Just finished," Samantha smiled. "Just finished perfecting my article."
Albert sighed, "Samantha, you're a young lady. You should be having fun...You really do work too hard."
Samantha rolled her eyes and giggled, "Look at you Albert! You're here at- ...what time is it anyway?"
"11:30 P.M.," said Albert. "And I've wasted the day away re-writing this darn article on the Abbott murder! Mr. Prissy-Pratty Editor says the details are too 'shaky'. Too shaky! But there's NO information on he murder! The facts read like a darn science fiction novel!...Anyhow, what's your excuse?"
"Excuse?" Samantha perked. "Haven't you heard? I'm a stuck-up perfectionist who has no social life, or have the girls from the mailroom not told you yet?"
Albert smirked, "I think somebody needs a doughnut!"
Samantha forced a laugh but then refused the offer, "No thanks, Albert."
"No really," he continued. "I won't be able to sleep til I get this article finished anyhow. So how about it? Let's go get us some doughnuts! Then maybe you'll escort me to Hannah Abbott's house? We'll pester around there, dig up some information for ol'Albert?"
Though Samantha felt her stomach churl at the mere suggestion of visiting the crime scene, for some reason she found the idea slightly appealing- just as she had felt she knew Hannah Abbott...But she couldn't...Could she? According to reports, no one knew Hannah Abbott. And as the mailroom girls had said, Samantha didn't exactly have a booming social life.
"Sounds like a plan," Samantha agreed.
And then, the two left the second floor of the London Times building...
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Here he was...235 Montgomery St., home to former classmate Hannah Abbott. Harry vaguely remembered her. She was always a cute girl. Even in her last year at Hogwarts she wore her hair in pigtails, and had a glowing, pink face...Harry hated thinking of her as a memory. It was as though she was a puzzle, whose years brought misplacement of pieces and fading to the colours. That's how he thought of Percy now. Pieces of Percy were lost by the day, memories faded to dust...But Hermione-...He still remembered Hermione...Her bushy hair, and cute nose and- ...Well, it was as though Hermione never did die.
The rain poured heavily on Harry's windshield. Harry parked his muggle car on the side of the street. Hannah's house was lite, not by lively reading lamps or porch lights but by the blue and red flashing cop cars. Harry promptly made his way to the bright, yellow tape surrounding Hannah's yard. A uniformed police man halted Harry and asked for identification. Harry flashed his badge, which was enchanted by a charm to grant him access to the scene. However, for some reason the police officer would not let Harry pass.
"I'm sorry sir, that is not proper identification," the man said. "May I ask who you work for?"
Harry, frustrated, showed the police officer his enchanted badge again.
"Sir, I must ask you to back away from this site," the police man said more aggressively.
Harry was about to grab for his wand when a blurred figure in a dark raincoat made his way to the police officer. "He's with me," the man grunted, lifting the tape for Harry.
Harry followed the man into the house, and after wiping the rain from his eyes, realized it was Ron.
"Ron!" Harry exclaimed. "What are you doing here? You're suppose to be at Gin-"
"Luckily I am here, or you would be in some trouble from my dad," Ron said quietly, gesturing at Harry's wand. "Exnay on the magicay- remember?"
Harry rolled his eyes and grumbled, "Well these stupid badges don't seem too work to well when wet...Anyway- quit giving me heck! You're not suppose to be working!"
"Well you're not keeping me cooped up at Ginny's," Ron remarked snidely. "Besides, she's more of a wreck than I am. I had no idea she was so close to Hannah. Apparently Ginny once borrowed Hannah's quill in the fifth year."
Harry couldn't help but letting out a small laugh. "Well that's Ginny alright. She's a tad overemotional, wouldn't you say? It's quite a surprise how calm she was when Herm-"
Harry quickly bite his tongue, praying Ron was ignoring him. Evidently he was, for he remained quiet as he lead Harry to the upstairs bedroom.
"This is where it happened," Ron explained. "This is where another of our innocent fell victim..."
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A/N: Yay to me! Look at how fast I updated! =^_^= *drowns in her sea of self-glory*
I have been reading a Patricia Cornwell (great author) book, which explains my whole crime scene idea=^_^=
Anyhow, reviews ALWAYS appreciated! I promise I will no longer neglect this story and continue updating regularly! Thanks for reading =^_~=