Hi everybody! New chapter... okay it's not really done, but erm, yeah, I'm just gona be putting bits and pieces in at a time... but if you guys want chapters at a time, then just tell me in your next post, alright? Anyway, remember to tell me if I'm going WAY too slow or not, because I really think I am. Maybe I should speed it up... hehe. Anyway, enjoy!

Previously on CLBL...

Having no critical patients to think about, Hermione remembered the day's Daily Prophet that Cho had handed to her earlier. She thought of the last time that she'd been advised to look at the paper a few years ago; which was not long after her graduation. Lucius Malfoy was found blasted into pieces in Knockturn Alley.  'Served him right' Hermione thought. She couldn't help but wonder what had happened to his son though. Hermione assumed that Draco would be mentioned of inheriting the whole Malfoy fortune, but no one knew what'd happened to him, and Narcissa Malfoy had taken over the offer.

Hermione lifted the Daily Prophet up to her face. Reading the headline for what felt like the millionth time, it finally sunk in.

"Merlin's bloody beard." escaped as a breath that she wasn't aware of holding.

Here we go with the first bit of chapter 2...

Hermione picked up the paper again.

"Ministry in a sense of being threatened!" The headline screamed.

"An anonymous letter was sent to the Ministry of Magic today, saying only 2 words: WATCH OUT. Can this mean that we have a new enemy? Are we in danger? Despite the lack of words, this might mean a lot. A few believe that it's but a mere prank, but nay think not. The letter was void of retracking abilities, and no one knows how it got on the desk the Minister of Magic, the cowardly Cornelius Fudge. Besides his utter lack of leadership and wise thinking, it is a miracle that Fudge is still MoM

Even though this was on the front page for the mere sake of gossip (A/N: or is it?) Hermione had a bad feeling about it. It was odd that she was so surprised when she first read about it. She was reminded of the words that were meant for her in second year; something that went along the lines of 'You'll be next, mudbloods...' ...

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Hermione woke Saturday morning to the impatient tapping on her window.

"Bloody owls... " she murmured. It was a letter from Harry; they were to beet in two hours at the Three Broomsticks for breakfast.  'How did he get up so early after working O.T?.' she wondered to herself as she glanced at her clock tat struck 7:50.

Hermione took a quick shower and threw a towel on.

"Hmm, what to wear?" Hermione asked her closet. She was very well aware of her irresistible body that formed under her black robes that she wore over the years of attending Hogwarts. After that, she'd adored shopping and had to magically expand her closet to fit in all her clothes that she owned. It was a sweet September Saturday; she'd wear a flowy beige skirt and a plain, white, flesh wrapping tank top that defined her beautiful curves.

When Hermione stepped into the familiar pub, Harry waved to her from the back corner.

"A butterbeer so early in the morning?" Hermione joked with a hint of concern.

"Good morning too you too, honey." Harry replied without answering the initial question. Hermione let out a small giggle.

"You know it's not good for you. And don't tell me it's nothing much! Anyway, I read about the thread at the ministry yest-"

"Merlin's beard! It's everywhere in the wizarding media… like it's just something to gossip about. The Ministry's going crazy though; we can't find out who write it." Harry interrupted. 'Hmm' Hermione nodded. Not wanting to tell Harry about the queasiness she felt about it, she changed the subject.

"So what are we going to do today?" lingered off her lips. Hermione never got the answer to it though; a man was selling versions of the day's Daily Prophet and had caught Harry's attention before Hermione's question got to him.

"Sir! Two here please!" Harry shouted. The couple handed the man 3 sickles each.

"Bloody hell… " Harry mumbled. Things were definitely odd. The Ministers of Magic of Canada, United States, France, and China were reported missing; all 4 of them in the course of one night.

"Now the Ministry's officially going crazy." Harry sighed. Hermione couldn't believe this; it had to all be a joke. Whatever was happening was definitely not a coincidence, but it surely had to be some kind of prank. This was totally unbelievable. Maybe this was really a coincidence of some sort, or maybe Hermione's uneasiness was trying to tell her something. All of a sudden, witches and wizards seated in the pub started debating and talking animatedly.

"This surely has to be some sort of a joke… " Hermione said aloud.

To be continued~! Ah, tell me all the stupid stuff about my story, tell me please! I think I'm going way too slow though. Cut back on the details? I don't know. This is my first time writing a fanfic, so… if it's stupid; don't hesitate to let me know, alright? I want all of your input!