Aronexior Adams lived in an apartment on the other side of town. He unlocked the door, walked inside, and kicked off his shoes.
A black cat with brilliant blue eyes walked in and meowed at him.
"Hey Raven, sorry," he waved his wand and a bowl of cat food appeared. Raven launched himself at it and hurriedly slurped it down.
"Well, I might have a new job." Aron said to his cat. "Working under Harry Potter. Wonder what Mum would say about that hmm?" he said as he opened his fridge and pulled out a box of leftover Chinese food. It had been sitting for almost a week on the shelf but there was only an onion and box of old orange juice, so he chose the leftovers.
Grabbing a fork he flipped on his television. A rerun of Bewitched. He laughed; Muggles had magic so mistaken.
He was just finishing his orange chicken when a large snowy owl flew in through the open window and landed on the back of his couch. Raven opened a lazy eye.
"Hey owl," said Aron. He reached over and took the letter. He read it over and frowned.
He nodded to the owl and she took off.
"Well Raven, it seems I got the job. Mr. Potter wants to take me out to celebrate. And he's bringing his girlfriend." He turned to the half asleep cat. "Think he knows?"
The only consolation the cat gave was a tired purr.
Aron nervously walked toward the restaurant. He was wearing his best robes. He walked inside and saw Harry and a woman wave at him. He stopped dead.
It was Hermione Granger.
The woman who knew almost everything.
Who would know what schools there were in Florida.
Oh crap.
"Hi there Aron, this is my girlfriend, Hermione Granger."
"Hello Ms. Granger." Said Aron. "Mr. Potter."
"So this is Aronexior Adams?" Hermione giggled. "Hello, Aron. Can I call you Aron?" she giggled again.
"Ms. Granger, I know all about you, please, I know you're not a ditzy girl." Aron said.
Hermione's face flickered with annoyance. "Oh? All right then. I've found that most people prefer having me be an idiot. I'm sorry."
"No need to apologize. I assume you're here to review me? You know where I went to school, don't you?"
Hermione looked down. "Yes. I do."
"Do I still have the job? I want you to know that I did not take after any of my family members. Why do you think I moved to England?"
Hermione nodded. "I believe you. Let's order."
After telling the waiter what they wanted Aronexior excused himself to the bathroom. Harry turned to Hermione.
"He's all right I think. In fact, he may be an extremely valuable asset. Don't ask where he went, and please don't pressure him about it. It doesn't matter, and his loyalties are in the right place. I slipped Veritaserum in his water before he came. He's trustworthy." Hermione said. "And don't look it up."
Harry sighed. Just once he wished he could have control of his own life.
Meanwhile, in the bathroom…
Aronexior flushed the toilet and stepped out of the stall. It was all marble and gold. Much fancier than Aron was used to. Well, his home was like that, no, that place wasn't his home.
He walked over to the sink and splashed water on his face. He grasped the counter and sighed. This was going to be a difficult dinner. He looked up. Damn. It just got more difficult.
The mirror didn't show his reflection. It showed a tall, pale woman with straight black hair. She had a death aura around her. Beautiful, but fatal.
"Hello Kynavra." He said.
"Aronexior. What are you doing? It took us forever to find you." Said Kynavra.
"I'm fine Kynavra. Leave me alone. I'm not Mother's puppet anymore."
Fire flashed in the woman's eyes. "Puppet? Mother trained us to be strong. But you, you always were weak Aronexior. Always thinking about how They felt, how this would affect Them. You're a weak Adams, Aron. Fine. We'll leave you alone. For now. Mother won't appreciate this. You know to much. You know to much about the Organization. Watch your back brother." Said Kynavra. With a pop her image disappeared.
"Good ridden, sister." Said Aronexior, and he went to have dinner.