For disclaimer see previous chapter.
Chapter 3
Harry and Ron apperated into the small but homey apartment of Hannah Abbott. Which turned out to be full of memorabilia from Hogwarts, most of which was enchanted and therefore hidden from muggle eyes. Looking around them they quickly checked that the apartment was empty.
"It's clear." Harry said softly, after thoroughly checking.
Ron nodded and began studying the room, to be honest he never really had anything to do with Hannah, but still she was a classmate and a Gryffindor and no one deserved this.
Both Auroras said a quick chant and used their wands to begin magically sweeping the room; searching for clues that muggle methods could not find in an attempt to find out which death eater was responsible for the recent loss of Hannah.
Harry found markings on the wall, from a series of hexes, another simple spell revealed that they were a product of Hannah's wand. "She was probably trying to protect herself." Muttered Ron noticing the discovery and Harry nodded in silent agreement.
Harry looked over at his best friend and brother in law, with concern. He and Ginny had tried to talk Ron out of coming to Hannah's apartment but he had insisted that he came, just as he had to all the other death eater victims that had been at Hogwarts the same time as they had.
Outwardly Ron seemed to have been coping well with his wife's tragic recent death but to any one who really knew him, they could see that he was drowning in the loss and heartache.
Since her death a year ago, he had become obsessed with work, following every lead to catch a death eater and then interrogating them on Hermione's where about. Every time some one mentioned her death Ron would blow up, informing them that she was not dead and that he would find her.
Even Ginny, who had initially supported Ron's search, as she also believed that somehow Hermione might have made it, had told him it was time to quit. He needed to move on. To try and. A loud thud bought him out of his thoughts, he looked over at Ron who merely nodded, confirming he had also heard it.
He pointed towards the door that lead to the bedroom, the room which the noise had emitted from, moving silently they both positioned themselves on either side of the doorframe.
On the silent count of three Harry kicked the door open, flung out his wand and cried "Stupify!"
A flash of sparks shot from the wand and a figure that had been in the process of climbing through an open window, collapsed heavily to the plush carpeted floor. Moving cautiously forward Ron crouched down, wand at the ready and rolled the intruder over and examined her.
She starred up at him blankly as if not really knowing whether he was real or not. She was definitely a muggle, quite a pretty one to, Ron banished the thought from his head he couldn't betray Hermione.
Harry stepped forward an eyebrow raised questioningly, "What do you think she was doing, climbing through a murder victims window?" Ron studied the girl for a few seconds then shrugged, "We could always ask her." He said simply.
Ron and Harry crouched down in front of her and awkwardly helped her lean stiffly up against the wall.
"What are you doing here?" Ron asked calmly, knowing that after a stupefy spell she would answer most questions without thinking.
"In.stigating." she mumbled slowly. Harry raised an eyebrow, "Investigating the attack here?" he asked trying to make sense of the slurred words, she nodded drunkenly and slipped down the wall slightly.
"Why?" Ron asked. A few moments later she replied "Reporter. "Ron sighed, she was just a muggle looking for a story, she didn't know anything. "What's your name?" He asked after a while, wondering if she might be a squib or have some sort of distant relation to magic, after all she shouldn't really be interested enough in this case to break into the apartment.
She tried to move unsupported away from the wall but the womans head lolled backwards. "Her." Ron's ears pricked, "What?"
The woman tried again, desperately fighting her foggy mind for answers, "H.Her.Hermione...
"What? Hermione what?" Ron demanded.
"Weasley.Hermio."
Ron starred at the girl and then looked to Harry for answers, Harry merely shrugged completely dumbfounded. Looking back to the girl Ron asked her again for her name. This time she had managed to sober up, "Alyson McKellen." She murmured still some what slurred, Harry leant forward and started to help the reporter up off the floor.
A few minutes later, Harry and Ron had managed to get the girl sitting down on the sofa and had given her a cup of extra strong black coffee.
Taking a sip she grimaced, "Ugh, who are you and what did you do to me?" Ron moved forward and sat on the arm of a chair studying the reporter with obvious curiosity, "We're independent reporters and we drugged you."
Harry looked at Ron in surprise and worry, he wasn't acting himself, but then again he wanted to know how this woman knew his wife's name. "Drugged?" Alyson said in surprise, "With what? Why?" And how, she mentally added, but decided to leave that for later.
Ron shrugged, "How long have you been on this story?" Alyson narrowed her eyes, she didn't like the fact she was answering questions but getting none of her own answered.
"Since the beginning." Harry looked up in surprise, "Beginning?" Oblivious to the surprised and confused expressions of her fellow 'reporters' she took another sip of her coffee and nodded, "When the attacks became more regular, a killing spree.the first attack was on a guy called Longbottom."
Harry looked down, collecting his thoughts "Have you broken into all the crime scenes?"
Alyson watched them warily, then nodded, "The police are keeping this too quiet, I don't believe that they know nothing. People don't just fall down and die, they are so adamant that its natural causes but I don't think so, the attacks are too precise. The people are all connected somehow." She trailed off suddenly, she didn't want someone else to scoop her story, after all she'd suffered enough for this story.
Glancing around the apartment, she could see no signs of forced entry. "How did you get in?" She asked suddenly, she was sure she had the only way in. Ron lied quickly, "Front door."
She looked at the door again, it wasn't forced; "You picked the lock?" Ron shook his head. Alyson's eyes lit up suddenly as she drew her conclusion, "You're friends of the victim aren't you?" She asked excitedly- this was a real find.
Harry was about to deny the accusation when she continued, "Don't bother trying to lie to me, I always know when people do."
Harry sighed, "We went to school together." He confessed slowly, hoping she would back away from the subject. The answer had the opposite effect though, "What school did you go to?" She asked, pulling a small note pad from her pocket, her eyes lighting up.
Harry and Ron stayed silent and she nodded as if confirming something to herself. "Alright, what are you into?"
When their only response was a confused look she said, "Look I know something's going on here, all the victims had one thing in common, they were all lacking a past. No school record no employment files, no police records, nothing. None of their neighbours knew where they worked, it's as if they just disappeared for long amounts of time and now you're telling me that you went to school with her, that's impossi."
Alyson's body went rigid and she froze. Ron put his wand away after muttering a freezing charm, and turned to Harry. "Have you heard what she'd been saying?" He said with excitement. Harry looked at him in wary confusion, "Yeah, why?"
"Don't you get it, first she says that her name's Hermione, then she tells us that she has seen the facts and connections of the victims that the ministries spent hours enchanting so that no muggle can see it!"
Harry stared at Ron, unsure what he was saying, if the ministry had made a mistake it was nothing to get excited over. "Ron I don't get it, what are you implying?" Ron was practically hopping up and down with excitement; "Isn't it obvious? She's a seer Harry!" Ron said with growing impatient at his friends lack of excitement or action.
Harry looked sceptically from Ron to the frozen girl then back to Ron, "Ron, she's a muggle reporter, she has no idea about the wizarding world and you think she has an exceptionally rare and powerful magic gift?"
Ron sighed, exasperated. "It's then only thing that explains it, Hermione must have realised she was a seer and tried to contact us through her when we stupefied her! We can find out the truth about what happened to Hermione through her."
Harry looked away sadly, it wasn't the first time that Ron had got excited thinking that he'd found some obscure way to either find Hermione or the truth of her disappearance, each occurrence had only led to more heart break though. And Harry didn't want his best friend to have to go through that again. "Ron."
Ron grabbed Harry's hands and pleaded, "Please Harry! I know what you're going to say but I need to do this. If she's not a seer or if it goes wrong, then we'll erase her memory. Okay?"
Harry sighed but nodded reluctantly; Ron needed to get this out of his system somehow, "Okay."
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HELLO! ok, so no one reviewed, but I've written quite a lot so I figured I would just post it all!
This story is not finished I haven't written anything in ages, I think the last time I actually wrote was, June/July!!! argh! My muses have currently abandoned me.
Chapter 3
Harry and Ron apperated into the small but homey apartment of Hannah Abbott. Which turned out to be full of memorabilia from Hogwarts, most of which was enchanted and therefore hidden from muggle eyes. Looking around them they quickly checked that the apartment was empty.
"It's clear." Harry said softly, after thoroughly checking.
Ron nodded and began studying the room, to be honest he never really had anything to do with Hannah, but still she was a classmate and a Gryffindor and no one deserved this.
Both Auroras said a quick chant and used their wands to begin magically sweeping the room; searching for clues that muggle methods could not find in an attempt to find out which death eater was responsible for the recent loss of Hannah.
Harry found markings on the wall, from a series of hexes, another simple spell revealed that they were a product of Hannah's wand. "She was probably trying to protect herself." Muttered Ron noticing the discovery and Harry nodded in silent agreement.
Harry looked over at his best friend and brother in law, with concern. He and Ginny had tried to talk Ron out of coming to Hannah's apartment but he had insisted that he came, just as he had to all the other death eater victims that had been at Hogwarts the same time as they had.
Outwardly Ron seemed to have been coping well with his wife's tragic recent death but to any one who really knew him, they could see that he was drowning in the loss and heartache.
Since her death a year ago, he had become obsessed with work, following every lead to catch a death eater and then interrogating them on Hermione's where about. Every time some one mentioned her death Ron would blow up, informing them that she was not dead and that he would find her.
Even Ginny, who had initially supported Ron's search, as she also believed that somehow Hermione might have made it, had told him it was time to quit. He needed to move on. To try and. A loud thud bought him out of his thoughts, he looked over at Ron who merely nodded, confirming he had also heard it.
He pointed towards the door that lead to the bedroom, the room which the noise had emitted from, moving silently they both positioned themselves on either side of the doorframe.
On the silent count of three Harry kicked the door open, flung out his wand and cried "Stupify!"
A flash of sparks shot from the wand and a figure that had been in the process of climbing through an open window, collapsed heavily to the plush carpeted floor. Moving cautiously forward Ron crouched down, wand at the ready and rolled the intruder over and examined her.
She starred up at him blankly as if not really knowing whether he was real or not. She was definitely a muggle, quite a pretty one to, Ron banished the thought from his head he couldn't betray Hermione.
Harry stepped forward an eyebrow raised questioningly, "What do you think she was doing, climbing through a murder victims window?" Ron studied the girl for a few seconds then shrugged, "We could always ask her." He said simply.
Ron and Harry crouched down in front of her and awkwardly helped her lean stiffly up against the wall.
"What are you doing here?" Ron asked calmly, knowing that after a stupefy spell she would answer most questions without thinking.
"In.stigating." she mumbled slowly. Harry raised an eyebrow, "Investigating the attack here?" he asked trying to make sense of the slurred words, she nodded drunkenly and slipped down the wall slightly.
"Why?" Ron asked. A few moments later she replied "Reporter. "Ron sighed, she was just a muggle looking for a story, she didn't know anything. "What's your name?" He asked after a while, wondering if she might be a squib or have some sort of distant relation to magic, after all she shouldn't really be interested enough in this case to break into the apartment.
She tried to move unsupported away from the wall but the womans head lolled backwards. "Her." Ron's ears pricked, "What?"
The woman tried again, desperately fighting her foggy mind for answers, "H.Her.Hermione...
"What? Hermione what?" Ron demanded.
"Weasley.Hermio."
Ron starred at the girl and then looked to Harry for answers, Harry merely shrugged completely dumbfounded. Looking back to the girl Ron asked her again for her name. This time she had managed to sober up, "Alyson McKellen." She murmured still some what slurred, Harry leant forward and started to help the reporter up off the floor.
A few minutes later, Harry and Ron had managed to get the girl sitting down on the sofa and had given her a cup of extra strong black coffee.
Taking a sip she grimaced, "Ugh, who are you and what did you do to me?" Ron moved forward and sat on the arm of a chair studying the reporter with obvious curiosity, "We're independent reporters and we drugged you."
Harry looked at Ron in surprise and worry, he wasn't acting himself, but then again he wanted to know how this woman knew his wife's name. "Drugged?" Alyson said in surprise, "With what? Why?" And how, she mentally added, but decided to leave that for later.
Ron shrugged, "How long have you been on this story?" Alyson narrowed her eyes, she didn't like the fact she was answering questions but getting none of her own answered.
"Since the beginning." Harry looked up in surprise, "Beginning?" Oblivious to the surprised and confused expressions of her fellow 'reporters' she took another sip of her coffee and nodded, "When the attacks became more regular, a killing spree.the first attack was on a guy called Longbottom."
Harry looked down, collecting his thoughts "Have you broken into all the crime scenes?"
Alyson watched them warily, then nodded, "The police are keeping this too quiet, I don't believe that they know nothing. People don't just fall down and die, they are so adamant that its natural causes but I don't think so, the attacks are too precise. The people are all connected somehow." She trailed off suddenly, she didn't want someone else to scoop her story, after all she'd suffered enough for this story.
Glancing around the apartment, she could see no signs of forced entry. "How did you get in?" She asked suddenly, she was sure she had the only way in. Ron lied quickly, "Front door."
She looked at the door again, it wasn't forced; "You picked the lock?" Ron shook his head. Alyson's eyes lit up suddenly as she drew her conclusion, "You're friends of the victim aren't you?" She asked excitedly- this was a real find.
Harry was about to deny the accusation when she continued, "Don't bother trying to lie to me, I always know when people do."
Harry sighed, "We went to school together." He confessed slowly, hoping she would back away from the subject. The answer had the opposite effect though, "What school did you go to?" She asked, pulling a small note pad from her pocket, her eyes lighting up.
Harry and Ron stayed silent and she nodded as if confirming something to herself. "Alright, what are you into?"
When their only response was a confused look she said, "Look I know something's going on here, all the victims had one thing in common, they were all lacking a past. No school record no employment files, no police records, nothing. None of their neighbours knew where they worked, it's as if they just disappeared for long amounts of time and now you're telling me that you went to school with her, that's impossi."
Alyson's body went rigid and she froze. Ron put his wand away after muttering a freezing charm, and turned to Harry. "Have you heard what she'd been saying?" He said with excitement. Harry looked at him in wary confusion, "Yeah, why?"
"Don't you get it, first she says that her name's Hermione, then she tells us that she has seen the facts and connections of the victims that the ministries spent hours enchanting so that no muggle can see it!"
Harry stared at Ron, unsure what he was saying, if the ministry had made a mistake it was nothing to get excited over. "Ron I don't get it, what are you implying?" Ron was practically hopping up and down with excitement; "Isn't it obvious? She's a seer Harry!" Ron said with growing impatient at his friends lack of excitement or action.
Harry looked sceptically from Ron to the frozen girl then back to Ron, "Ron, she's a muggle reporter, she has no idea about the wizarding world and you think she has an exceptionally rare and powerful magic gift?"
Ron sighed, exasperated. "It's then only thing that explains it, Hermione must have realised she was a seer and tried to contact us through her when we stupefied her! We can find out the truth about what happened to Hermione through her."
Harry looked away sadly, it wasn't the first time that Ron had got excited thinking that he'd found some obscure way to either find Hermione or the truth of her disappearance, each occurrence had only led to more heart break though. And Harry didn't want his best friend to have to go through that again. "Ron."
Ron grabbed Harry's hands and pleaded, "Please Harry! I know what you're going to say but I need to do this. If she's not a seer or if it goes wrong, then we'll erase her memory. Okay?"
Harry sighed but nodded reluctantly; Ron needed to get this out of his system somehow, "Okay."
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HELLO! ok, so no one reviewed, but I've written quite a lot so I figured I would just post it all!
This story is not finished I haven't written anything in ages, I think the last time I actually wrote was, June/July!!! argh! My muses have currently abandoned me.