Part Three
It was two o'clock AM way past office hours but Mundungus and Arabella, the two department heads, were still at work. It was quite normal. They were both part of the "Peak Generation", people that were around during the peak of Voldemort's power. They had lost many of their friends during that time and their social life was pretty much non-existent. So many good officers from both their departments were gone the Bones', Adriana Lupin, the Potters and the Brocklehursts', of course they weren't killed while on duty but it was the loss that mattered. Others were driven to insanity. And then there was Sirius, "Dear, dear Sirius," Arabella thought. "Where did he go wrong?"
Yes, this was a common picture but more lately with Voldemort's rising and... well yeah, they didn't want to scare Harry and Mandy yet so although Project Pagadavo occupied most of their time they tried not to speak of it.
And what a bizarre picture it was. The offices had been "muggle-ized" during the search for Sirius Black for ease of communication and Fletch found it quite convenient even since the search had been pushed to the back of their minds. Arabella was a traditionalist and had the place decorated in the plush styles that were said to evoke the second sight, so massacre in her line of work, since the beginning of time. Officers worked at their Imacs while sitting on lavender poufs with their gazing balls on their left side. Yes, it was quite unusual. The small brunette, her oval glasses sliding down her nose, deep in a thought searching so hard for the answer she had searched for for weeks, saddened because she felt her knowledge had failed her and it might cost the life of three children. And then the large man who had lost almost all faith in magic since the loss of his best friends, looking over at his colleague and scoffing at her trust.
"I got one of the links!" Arabella shrieked. Then she went silent. The phone had rung. That could only be the muggle police usually when people wanted to contact them a head appeared in the fireplace. Fletch picked up the phone but only held it for a few moments.
"Was it the Granger girl?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah, is she gone?"
"No," he shook his head. "Her folks."
"Damn it! He's always one step ahead of us!" Arabella was outraged. Her best friend (Lily) had gone through the exact same thing when she was that age and Voldemort was trying to get to James and was devastated that she had let it happen to another girl.
"Nah," said Fletch in a pathetic attempt to console her. "I think you still got him on the Malfoy kid. Last place he's going to look is right under his nose. Maybe Voldie even thinks he's the only one."
"I don't even know if we did the right thing with him, not bringing him here. What if he gets too involved with the Death Eaters so that he doesn't believe us when we tell him? Or what if "He" knows and is just biding his time."
"What ifs don't happen. Go home and go to sleep, Figg."
She left leaving Mundungus alone to figure out what would be done with Hermione and how to tell a fifteen year old girl that her parents had been killed because Voldemort wanted to get at a guy that cared about her more than his own family although she might not even know it yet.


Part Four
Harry had decided to ignore the ...Boy Who Killed remark and attempted to be cordial.
"So... er...How're you," he asked timidly.
"Ooh, well let's see. My adoptive family has spent every penny my parents left me, so I'm broke. Voldemort killed them because he thought I actually cared about them so I'm alone. Whether that is a positive is still to be determined but there was one more thing, wasn't there? Ah yes, I'm stuck spending the next few weeks in an attic with an idiot, fool hardy Gryffndor," was her acidic reply.

"Oh," he didn't want to be shut down like that by a girl. "What house are you in?"

"Ravenclaw, I am not slimy, chicken or stupid like you. I am now going to bed," she replied caustically. "Oh and you will keep your toiletries in the bottom bathroom drawer. Assuming you do wash."

Harry flopped down on his bed and it creaked horribly. "Ach," he groaned. "It's going to be a long time till school starts."

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Author's ramblings. I am not going to tell you who Hermione loves or who loves her because I do not know myself. I need y'all to vote because I am an incredibly indecisive child.
Didja like that chapter? I don't know if I did. It's one of those things that I either really liked it or I really hated it. It's kinda short and I'm not sure if my account is working. I'll try to post this now cos it's a good time for me to shut up.