She-Spy
Chapter 1
(Can't think of anything good, so it's just)
OOPSIES!
* Hermione walked down the white hallway, her stiletto shoes tapping a beat through the silent air. Her black robes fluttered out behind her, and her hair was held in a messy bun by a pair of chopsticks. Her face was clean of any makeup, but still she still looked good. The only thing marring her features was the expression of worry.
'Oh, Merlin, I'm late for that damn meeting!' she thought as she whispered the code to the wall beside her. She then pulled up the sleeve of her robe and placed her shoulder against a cool blue pad that appeared, pressing her Auror tattoo against it.
The wall shuddered, and then split open, revealing another white hallway. She hurried down the hall, turned right, and entered the meeting room. All the Aurors currently in England were present and that was sadly a few. She sat down next to an older man and tried to look innocent.
'Oh, thank Merlin Fudge isn't here yet!' she thought, relieved. The man turned to greet her and she smiled, making meaningless conversation. Her mind was elsewhere. With Harry, as he lay-
"Good afternoon, Aurors!" Fudge said as he entered the room, his purple robes swishing out behind him as he moved. He snapped his fingers, and files appeared in front of each Auror. Hermione grabbed hers and opened it. Out fell pictures, papers, and a small flat square.
"Our spy attempts on the Death Raiders were unsuccessful," Fudge stated, and Hermione grimaced as she saw poor Sunoko's mangled body in one of the photos. "Sunoko was unable to join the Death Raiders, but he was able to do a little sneaking before he was eliminated. We have found out the leader."
Hermione's heart leaped into her throat. After they had found the leader, it wouldn't take long to destroy the group. Voldemort had been beaten 1 year ago by Harry, but the Death Eaters had not been quieted by the defeat of their leader, and had made a faction called the Death Raiders. They had been plaguing the Aurors ever since, destroying muggle buildings and monuments. Aurors had to work double time to keep the muggle's memories clean of any wizard activity.
She pulled out the first piece of paper and scanned over it quickly, but stopped as soon as she saw the moving picture of the leader. It was Malfoy.
'Figures,' she thought disgustedly as she looked at his face. He looked different than he did back in school. His hair was shorter, but still unruly, refusing even that gelatinous goop he used throughout school, and there was a short scar crossing over his right brow (Hermione was proud to say that she had caused this scar and others, but never cared to mention that she had gotten several also fighting him).
Her head snapped up as the silence in the room suddenly became too much to bear. She started to blush as she realized that she had zoned as they discussed things that were most likely very important.
She smiled and cleared her throat. "Say that again?"
"What are your thoughts on possible capture or apprehension of this Malfoy?" he asked again, his lips pulling down in a frown. It was unlike Hermione Granger to not pay attention.
"You said Sunoko did a little sneaking before he was. eliminated," she hesitated to talk about Sunoko's death in such a cold way, but it was mandatory.
Fudge shook his head. "He was unable to obtain the evidence, and Malfoy is a well-respected member of the community."
'Well-respected my ass!' she thought irritably. 'Well feared is more like it!'
"Right. er." she sneaked a quick peak at his report. "Well, since we couldn't get someone into the Death Raiders, maybe we could, er. Get someone involved with Malfoy?" she asked, suddenly being struck by inspiration. "Yes! We could sneak into his personal files at his house, find out what they are planning net, and capture them as they strike next."
Fudge's frown deepened, and Hermione thought he would smash her idea into the ground. She was surprised when his frown split and formed into something resembling a grin.
"That is an excellent idea, Miss Granger. I only have one problem with it. Who of what is left of us will infiltrate his home? I assume the job would be for a woman of his age, and none of that variety is present now."
Hermione looked around and saw that he was indeed right; all of her companions had been assigned in other places. She suddenly remembered something and asked without thinking, "What about me? I'm the right age."
Fudge's eyebrows rose. "Are you volunteering yourself for this mission?" he asked incredulously.
Hermione realized too late what she had done and could only utter a weak 'um' in protest. Fudge nodded approvingly.
"Excellent! We'll get you up to date on everything we know of Malfoy, and we'll give you a cover, and you can be off before Friday!"
Hermione, while mentally smacking herself for volunteering like that, said, "B-but, he knows me! I hate him! And I can't lie!" She almost wailed the last bit, but managed to stop herself from making too great of an idiot.
"Well then learn!" Fudge said sharply, and then turned to the rest of the Aurors. "Meeting adjourned. You will be informed of the next meeting time."
*
Hermione walked down the halls, feeling utterly wretched. Why? Why did she have to be so stupid?! She came to an elevator and walked inside, telling the man there what floor she needed. He nodded in sympathy as he pushed the button, but Hermione ignored it and continued to berate herself.
So--stupid! How could she do this? She wasn't even really sure how to get 'involved' with Malfoy! Should she try to become his maid or something?!
She didn't notice when the doors slid open, and jumped as the man gently touched her arm.
"It's your floor, ma'am," he said politely, pointing out the doors. She nodded gratefully and stepped out, turning left. She walked only a short distance and stopped at the first door there. She knocked on it and waited.
She could hear steps coming towards the door and heard the woman's voice, muffled by the thick oak door, ask, "Name and password?"
"Hermione Granger, snidget wings," she said sadly, thinking of the sport Harry had loved so much.
The lock clicked and the door slid open, revealing a brown-haired medi- wizard. She smiled apologetically and said, "Sorry you still have to do that, Hermione dear, but one can't be too careful."
"No, one can't," Hermione said, thinking of the numerous traps and curses placed by Dumbledore to prevent a forced entry.
"He is the same, Miss Granger," she said, leading her over to the bed in the far corner of the room, by the muggle television the medi-wizard had asked for.
"Just like always," Hermione said sadly, tears threatening to fall from her chocolate eyes.
"I'll leave you with him, them," she said, walking out of the room. Hermione didn't notice, she was too busy staring at the dark-haired boy lying on the mattress.
"How's it going, Harry?" Hermione asked softly, pushing a bit of hair away from his eyes, tears filling her eyes. 'Oh, I'm feeling quite better now. In fact, I think I could leave now. Do you think you could you help me pack, Hermione?'
She sobbed, dropping her head to his chest, which rose and fell evenly. It had been so long since Voldemort's fall, and Harry was still in this comatose state. Everyone said it was hopeless, that he wouldn't live after this long. Never to her face, of course, but she knew what they thought. Hermione didn't care what they said, she was sticking to his side until he was pronounced dead by the best medi-wizard in the world.
She pulled her head up and sniffed. Until then, she would be as good a companion as she was to him when he was normal.
"How does T.V. sound to you, Harry?" she asked, picking up the remote control and switching on the set.
*
One hour later, Hermione had spilled to Harry the entire problem with Malfoy and the scheme, and she felt much better for it. But the show they had been watching (but not listening to.) was over, and nothing better seemed to be on. Hermione switched to the news in defeat, and pondered her problem.
How in the world was she going to pull this off? Malfoy would catch her before she could even touch his driveway ('Assuming he had a bloody driveway,' Hermione thought crossly.) before he sensed her impure blood and had her killed. But he wouldn't kill her on his driveway ('Again assuming.'). Oh, no, then he'd have to go through all the trouble of sanitizing it.
Hermione groaned and slumped back in her stiff chair. This was hopeless. Just then a news flash interrupted whatever had been on the news before, and Hermione picked up the remote, turning up the volume. The newscaster's voice became audible, and Hermione felt inspiration fill her brain. By the time the newscast was over, she had a plan.
She turned and gave Harry a kiss on the forehead. "This is great! See you later, Harry! Thanks!"
She turned and dashed out of the room, informing the medi-wizard that she was leaving.
She had a plan, but she needed to get to America on the double. She hoped this would work.
*
Yes, I made another story. For those of you who have read my other story, PLEASE DON'T HURT ME! I promise I'll try to update by the end of this week! Uh. Oh yeah! This story. Well, I was hit by inspiration and absolutely had to write this story. I appreciate reviews; suggestions, thoughts, etc. I don't like flames, but if you gotta, you can (not like I can stop you).
Hope to see your reviews soon!
TTFN
Peanuts
Chapter 1
(Can't think of anything good, so it's just)
OOPSIES!
* Hermione walked down the white hallway, her stiletto shoes tapping a beat through the silent air. Her black robes fluttered out behind her, and her hair was held in a messy bun by a pair of chopsticks. Her face was clean of any makeup, but still she still looked good. The only thing marring her features was the expression of worry.
'Oh, Merlin, I'm late for that damn meeting!' she thought as she whispered the code to the wall beside her. She then pulled up the sleeve of her robe and placed her shoulder against a cool blue pad that appeared, pressing her Auror tattoo against it.
The wall shuddered, and then split open, revealing another white hallway. She hurried down the hall, turned right, and entered the meeting room. All the Aurors currently in England were present and that was sadly a few. She sat down next to an older man and tried to look innocent.
'Oh, thank Merlin Fudge isn't here yet!' she thought, relieved. The man turned to greet her and she smiled, making meaningless conversation. Her mind was elsewhere. With Harry, as he lay-
"Good afternoon, Aurors!" Fudge said as he entered the room, his purple robes swishing out behind him as he moved. He snapped his fingers, and files appeared in front of each Auror. Hermione grabbed hers and opened it. Out fell pictures, papers, and a small flat square.
"Our spy attempts on the Death Raiders were unsuccessful," Fudge stated, and Hermione grimaced as she saw poor Sunoko's mangled body in one of the photos. "Sunoko was unable to join the Death Raiders, but he was able to do a little sneaking before he was eliminated. We have found out the leader."
Hermione's heart leaped into her throat. After they had found the leader, it wouldn't take long to destroy the group. Voldemort had been beaten 1 year ago by Harry, but the Death Eaters had not been quieted by the defeat of their leader, and had made a faction called the Death Raiders. They had been plaguing the Aurors ever since, destroying muggle buildings and monuments. Aurors had to work double time to keep the muggle's memories clean of any wizard activity.
She pulled out the first piece of paper and scanned over it quickly, but stopped as soon as she saw the moving picture of the leader. It was Malfoy.
'Figures,' she thought disgustedly as she looked at his face. He looked different than he did back in school. His hair was shorter, but still unruly, refusing even that gelatinous goop he used throughout school, and there was a short scar crossing over his right brow (Hermione was proud to say that she had caused this scar and others, but never cared to mention that she had gotten several also fighting him).
Her head snapped up as the silence in the room suddenly became too much to bear. She started to blush as she realized that she had zoned as they discussed things that were most likely very important.
She smiled and cleared her throat. "Say that again?"
"What are your thoughts on possible capture or apprehension of this Malfoy?" he asked again, his lips pulling down in a frown. It was unlike Hermione Granger to not pay attention.
"You said Sunoko did a little sneaking before he was. eliminated," she hesitated to talk about Sunoko's death in such a cold way, but it was mandatory.
Fudge shook his head. "He was unable to obtain the evidence, and Malfoy is a well-respected member of the community."
'Well-respected my ass!' she thought irritably. 'Well feared is more like it!'
"Right. er." she sneaked a quick peak at his report. "Well, since we couldn't get someone into the Death Raiders, maybe we could, er. Get someone involved with Malfoy?" she asked, suddenly being struck by inspiration. "Yes! We could sneak into his personal files at his house, find out what they are planning net, and capture them as they strike next."
Fudge's frown deepened, and Hermione thought he would smash her idea into the ground. She was surprised when his frown split and formed into something resembling a grin.
"That is an excellent idea, Miss Granger. I only have one problem with it. Who of what is left of us will infiltrate his home? I assume the job would be for a woman of his age, and none of that variety is present now."
Hermione looked around and saw that he was indeed right; all of her companions had been assigned in other places. She suddenly remembered something and asked without thinking, "What about me? I'm the right age."
Fudge's eyebrows rose. "Are you volunteering yourself for this mission?" he asked incredulously.
Hermione realized too late what she had done and could only utter a weak 'um' in protest. Fudge nodded approvingly.
"Excellent! We'll get you up to date on everything we know of Malfoy, and we'll give you a cover, and you can be off before Friday!"
Hermione, while mentally smacking herself for volunteering like that, said, "B-but, he knows me! I hate him! And I can't lie!" She almost wailed the last bit, but managed to stop herself from making too great of an idiot.
"Well then learn!" Fudge said sharply, and then turned to the rest of the Aurors. "Meeting adjourned. You will be informed of the next meeting time."
*
Hermione walked down the halls, feeling utterly wretched. Why? Why did she have to be so stupid?! She came to an elevator and walked inside, telling the man there what floor she needed. He nodded in sympathy as he pushed the button, but Hermione ignored it and continued to berate herself.
So--stupid! How could she do this? She wasn't even really sure how to get 'involved' with Malfoy! Should she try to become his maid or something?!
She didn't notice when the doors slid open, and jumped as the man gently touched her arm.
"It's your floor, ma'am," he said politely, pointing out the doors. She nodded gratefully and stepped out, turning left. She walked only a short distance and stopped at the first door there. She knocked on it and waited.
She could hear steps coming towards the door and heard the woman's voice, muffled by the thick oak door, ask, "Name and password?"
"Hermione Granger, snidget wings," she said sadly, thinking of the sport Harry had loved so much.
The lock clicked and the door slid open, revealing a brown-haired medi- wizard. She smiled apologetically and said, "Sorry you still have to do that, Hermione dear, but one can't be too careful."
"No, one can't," Hermione said, thinking of the numerous traps and curses placed by Dumbledore to prevent a forced entry.
"He is the same, Miss Granger," she said, leading her over to the bed in the far corner of the room, by the muggle television the medi-wizard had asked for.
"Just like always," Hermione said sadly, tears threatening to fall from her chocolate eyes.
"I'll leave you with him, them," she said, walking out of the room. Hermione didn't notice, she was too busy staring at the dark-haired boy lying on the mattress.
"How's it going, Harry?" Hermione asked softly, pushing a bit of hair away from his eyes, tears filling her eyes. 'Oh, I'm feeling quite better now. In fact, I think I could leave now. Do you think you could you help me pack, Hermione?'
She sobbed, dropping her head to his chest, which rose and fell evenly. It had been so long since Voldemort's fall, and Harry was still in this comatose state. Everyone said it was hopeless, that he wouldn't live after this long. Never to her face, of course, but she knew what they thought. Hermione didn't care what they said, she was sticking to his side until he was pronounced dead by the best medi-wizard in the world.
She pulled her head up and sniffed. Until then, she would be as good a companion as she was to him when he was normal.
"How does T.V. sound to you, Harry?" she asked, picking up the remote control and switching on the set.
*
One hour later, Hermione had spilled to Harry the entire problem with Malfoy and the scheme, and she felt much better for it. But the show they had been watching (but not listening to.) was over, and nothing better seemed to be on. Hermione switched to the news in defeat, and pondered her problem.
How in the world was she going to pull this off? Malfoy would catch her before she could even touch his driveway ('Assuming he had a bloody driveway,' Hermione thought crossly.) before he sensed her impure blood and had her killed. But he wouldn't kill her on his driveway ('Again assuming.'). Oh, no, then he'd have to go through all the trouble of sanitizing it.
Hermione groaned and slumped back in her stiff chair. This was hopeless. Just then a news flash interrupted whatever had been on the news before, and Hermione picked up the remote, turning up the volume. The newscaster's voice became audible, and Hermione felt inspiration fill her brain. By the time the newscast was over, she had a plan.
She turned and gave Harry a kiss on the forehead. "This is great! See you later, Harry! Thanks!"
She turned and dashed out of the room, informing the medi-wizard that she was leaving.
She had a plan, but she needed to get to America on the double. She hoped this would work.
*
Yes, I made another story. For those of you who have read my other story, PLEASE DON'T HURT ME! I promise I'll try to update by the end of this week! Uh. Oh yeah! This story. Well, I was hit by inspiration and absolutely had to write this story. I appreciate reviews; suggestions, thoughts, etc. I don't like flames, but if you gotta, you can (not like I can stop you).
Hope to see your reviews soon!
TTFN
Peanuts
