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Chapter 1

Hermione turned over in bed. She peeked out from under her blankets. Afternoon sunlight spilled through her open window. It was to late to hear the morning birdies chirping her wake up call. Instead the midday traffic roared through the streets outside. She looked at her clock. 2:00pm.

She was probably the only one in the neighborhood still in bed. But then she was also probably the only one who hadn't slept in the past 72 hours because they'd been investigating a possible death eater attack in Berlin. Very disappointing to find out it was just a bunch of teenagers acting out to call attention to their evil little cult. Even though the young wizards were put away for sometime, she was let down to learn they weren't real death eaters. Even though Voldemort had been destroyed years ago, a few of his followers still subsist here and there trying to recreate the terror that existed when their leader was around.

That's what Hermione's division at the ministry was for. She combed the world hunting dark lord wanabes. But for the next few days her weekend was planned to be nothing but sleeping in and maybe catching up on some paperwork. A nice, relaxing weekend involving zero excitement

Hermione slumped off the bed, her blankets wrapped around her, clutching them closed at her chest. She shuffled over to the window to close it, her eyes still closed and ready for more precious sleep. Had her eyes been open, she would have seen the owl and moved out of the way before it flew right into her and knocked her off her feet. She lay crumpled in a ball of blankets for a few seconds trying to comprehend what just happened. She pushed herself up and gazed around her bedroom. The owl sat on her bed wearing an expression as though to say "What the heck are you doing on the floor there while I'm lounging about on this big beautifully comfy cloud of a bed?"

She used up all her strengthen to keep herself from lunging at the bird and instead, took the letter from it. She noticed the seal on the envelope. From the Ministry. Great.

Hermione

I'm so sorry to disturb you however we have a small dilemma with which I require your immediate assistance. I'll give you a cookie.

Remus

"You must be joking," she said aloud. The owl was looking at her again, only this time it was saying "Yeah, it must really suck, having to go in to work because you boss can't handle a small dilemma without you even though you haven't slept in three days now if you'll excuse me I have to sour through the spring air, breathing in the lovely scent of flowers and raindrops because now that I've delivered your message I'M off duty until I decided to return to my owner."

Hermione trudged up and up the endless staircases of the Ministry building. Years of being in Auror training and then fighting off dark wizards had her in the best shape of her life and yet she couldn't imagine the climb up Mt. Everest to be much harder than this. 'Not allowing people to apparate in this place is just cruel,' she thought to herself. She finally reached the floor she was looking for. She never checked what floor she was on, she figured it would take to long to read the whole number. Once she'd caught her breath she made her way to her office.

Hermione had managed to acquire the best office on the floor. She had an enormous room to herself with a fireplace, sofa, little kitchen area and the biggest view she'd ever seen. She wasn't certain but she was pretty sure she could see all the way to Hogwarts from her office. She loved it. Her workload, however, often prevented her from enjoying the luxuries. After graduating top of the class and with the highest scores in a long history of 'top of the class' people, mountains of work was sent to her desk. She looked at the pile of work on her desk. Looked at it, didn't touch it. This was her weekend OFF. Whatever this little dilemma was, she'd handle it and go home.

"There you are," she heard her boss's voice behind her. She turned to face him, her old professor. She'd always felt guilty about discovering that he was a werewolf in third year. Working for him definitely made up for it. A few days during and after the full moon he was usually out and being much older than he used to be, the lycanthrope seemed to be catching up with the rest of him and he was often out sick, leaving Hermione to run the whole department alone. She didn't mind, she loved her work and her boss never gave her a hard time so it was hard to complain. Well, usually.

"Look, you pulled me out of some very important "me" time, so whatever this dilemma is, let's just deal with it, okay?" she said as politely as she could.

"How was Berlin?" he asked with a smile.

"Oh, it was FUN. I took fingerprints, pictures, spoke to all the rude people in the neighborhood and studied practically every object big enough to look at for evidence only to find that the whole thing had been caused by a bunch of angry seventeen year olds." she said with a very uncharacteristically sarcastic tone.

"Sounds exhausting." She was getting tired of his playfulness.

"Pro-fesser, I'd REALLY like to get home and get some sleep. I CAN'T believe you asked me to come in after that long trip but since I'm already here, would you PLEASE just tell me what this small dilemma of yours is?"

"Certainly." He turned and walked back to his office. She followed. He turned to her with a smile on his face. He turned the knob and pushed the door open. "That's the small dilemma."

Hermione peered in. On top of his very organized desk was a tiny baby girl cuddled up in some soft blankets. Hermione just stared, wide-eyed.

And that's the first chapter. Sorry if it was boring but it'll get better as I write more. At least I hope it will. Let me know if you liked it AT ALL. Thanks for reading!