b Chapter 2 /b
Hermione sat at her Ministry assigned desk again like she did every boring old ordinary day. The same people, the same work, the same everything. It was enough to drive you insane. But oddly enough, she enjoyed her job and did it well. But not today. Things had started bad from the very beginning. Her alarm clock hadn't gone off, causing her to be late for work, she spilt coffee on her new skirt, she easily took care of that with a cleaning spell but that's not the point, and her boss had yelled at her for not finishing that analysis.
Sitting at her desk, her head in her hands she let her mind drift. Drift to a place where nothing ever went wrong. A place where the sun always shone and she was happy. Genuinely happy. But she knew she would never find that place. That place wasn't found on any map. It was found at the dead center of the hole in her heart.
Hermione seemed to everyone else to be the perfect woman. Ever since she had graduated as Head Girl from Hogwarts people had been wanting, expecting her best at all times. She was getting tired. She was tired of feeling alone. Running a hand through her hair she tried desperately to concentrate on the stack of information in front of her. There was a knock at the door.
"Yeah?" She said sighing. Her friend Janey was at the door holding a file.
"Sorry to bother you but Will needs to talk to you in his office immediately." She said tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear.
Oh great." She trailed off scooting her rolling desk chair back and heading out the door.
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William L. Forrester was a very handsome Latin man of 35 with a strong determination and an iron fist. He was the chief executive in charge of the Identification and Capturing of Death Eaters Unit at the Ministry of Magic. He had held his position just under two years now and was a stickler for perfection.
"Granger in here.NOW!" His iron voice commanded through the oak door to his office.
Hermione opened the heavy door and walked inside, her eyes adjusting to the dark colored room.
"Have you heard the news?" He asked his eyes traveling up from the papers on his desk to her confused brown eyes.
"Heard what sir?" She asked standing awkwardly.
"Sit down Granger..for heavens sakes." He said motioning to a dark blue apolstered chair siting in front of his spacious desk.
She sat and looked at him, her questioning eyes staring at him.
"Has there been a disturbance?"
"Of the worse kind I'm afraid. There are rumors of Death Eaters congregating from all over the world in London. I had hoped it wouldn't have gotten this bad. I just can't believe.." He trailed off staring at the papers with disbelief.
"Can't believe what sir?" She asked nervously.
"There are rumors that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named..they are saying that he is returning to power Granger."
Hermione felt her heart hit the floor as the room turned black.
Hermione sat at her Ministry assigned desk again like she did every boring old ordinary day. The same people, the same work, the same everything. It was enough to drive you insane. But oddly enough, she enjoyed her job and did it well. But not today. Things had started bad from the very beginning. Her alarm clock hadn't gone off, causing her to be late for work, she spilt coffee on her new skirt, she easily took care of that with a cleaning spell but that's not the point, and her boss had yelled at her for not finishing that analysis.
Sitting at her desk, her head in her hands she let her mind drift. Drift to a place where nothing ever went wrong. A place where the sun always shone and she was happy. Genuinely happy. But she knew she would never find that place. That place wasn't found on any map. It was found at the dead center of the hole in her heart.
Hermione seemed to everyone else to be the perfect woman. Ever since she had graduated as Head Girl from Hogwarts people had been wanting, expecting her best at all times. She was getting tired. She was tired of feeling alone. Running a hand through her hair she tried desperately to concentrate on the stack of information in front of her. There was a knock at the door.
"Yeah?" She said sighing. Her friend Janey was at the door holding a file.
"Sorry to bother you but Will needs to talk to you in his office immediately." She said tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear.
Oh great." She trailed off scooting her rolling desk chair back and heading out the door.
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William L. Forrester was a very handsome Latin man of 35 with a strong determination and an iron fist. He was the chief executive in charge of the Identification and Capturing of Death Eaters Unit at the Ministry of Magic. He had held his position just under two years now and was a stickler for perfection.
"Granger in here.NOW!" His iron voice commanded through the oak door to his office.
Hermione opened the heavy door and walked inside, her eyes adjusting to the dark colored room.
"Have you heard the news?" He asked his eyes traveling up from the papers on his desk to her confused brown eyes.
"Heard what sir?" She asked standing awkwardly.
"Sit down Granger..for heavens sakes." He said motioning to a dark blue apolstered chair siting in front of his spacious desk.
She sat and looked at him, her questioning eyes staring at him.
"Has there been a disturbance?"
"Of the worse kind I'm afraid. There are rumors of Death Eaters congregating from all over the world in London. I had hoped it wouldn't have gotten this bad. I just can't believe.." He trailed off staring at the papers with disbelief.
"Can't believe what sir?" She asked nervously.
"There are rumors that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named..they are saying that he is returning to power Granger."
Hermione felt her heart hit the floor as the room turned black.