Authors Note: I am not from England, and know very little about it. SO do not be offended if I'm off, or the locations don't exist in London.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. Please don't steal that.

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Warning: This fic contains A LOT of gay/lesbian action. Also, I tend to flip around in the perspective of things. I jump from character to character so…sorry if it confuses you.

Chapter Summary: Jax is forced to call unwanted help; Hermione & Ginny short; Harry contacts Ron; Hermione & Ginny on the job remember dark chambers and frightening moments.

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Lady Felton: What should you write next? Hmm…Oh…I've got it. Confrontations. Angst. Chemistry. Just take all of it, mix it up, and let the chips fall where they may!

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Chapter 3: Thai and Stakeouts

"Fuck. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck."

"You know, less than an hour ago, you were making fun of my usage of the word 'shut up'."

Jax offered up a slight smile at the comment, letting her partner know she had heard the comment. It had been about half an hour since Harry, Draco, Hermione, and Ginny left; Harry & Draco to the Ministry HQ, Hermione & Ginny to the weapons shack then Hogwarts. For most of that time, Alexa had been at work, writing down what they knew about Lestrange and using all her resources to find out everything about Bellatrix Lestrange that the alliance did not already know. The facts were that Bellatrix Lestrange had been born and raised a disturbed individual. When she hit 16 she turned to Voldemort, finding comfort in a morbidly sexual relationship with him. She had been his loyal servant since. The only person more loyal than she was Peter Pettigrew. And Jax had taken care of him personally.

Bellatrix, however, had been the first kill of an enraged Hermione.

Story had it that when the final battle had begun, the brunette had been in the library with Ginny Weasley, researching her potions final. The two had heard an explosion, and had run to the dungeons as instructed by Madam Pince. On their way down they, of course, had to play hide and seek. Hermione had taken to hiding more often than seeking, relying on Ginny to protect her. The redhead had done a fine job. Up until they came to the grand hall entrance. There they met Bellatrix. Ginny had begun the fight, hiding not an option. But Bellatrix was much more formidable than either girl had thought. Ginny had been brought to her knees within seconds, and was about to be killed…

…When the story became rumors instead of fact.

Some say Hermione jumped in front of Ginny and somehow deflected the Avada Kedavra curse. Others say that Ginny ducked and the wall reflected the hit. Some even went as far to say that Bellatrix had been drunk and killed herself (mostly the younger people of the Hogwarts population, not knowing that the woman acted that crazy when sober). The only two people who knew what happened for a fact were Hermione and Ginny. And neither woman ever mentioned it. It was a secret that had kept, fervently denying all rumors (except for the one suggesting Bellatrix was drunk. Ginny was quite fond of that one) and keeping the facts closer than a winning hand in poker.

But this was beside the point.

The point was that the woman was alive.

Alexa sat back in her chair, scanning the screen one final time before exiting the database. Jax paced in front of her desk, trying desperately to come up with a reason for the sudden reappearance. Alexa watched silently, knowing how it would hurt partner's pride to do the one thing all Captains despised. Jax stopped pacing for a moment, turning to face Alexa. The raven haired woman searched the blonde's eyes for any sign of breakthrough. The blonde only looked back with sad blue eyes. Jax let out a ragged sigh, before going to her knees before the blonde, emotionally exhausted. She laid her head on the woman's shoulder, defeated. Alexa kissed the top of the other woman's head lovingly, offering up her support.

"Call them up."

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Hermione watched from a distance as Ginny strapped on ammunition for her magically warped 1860 musket. The redhead had taken the gun and tweaked it until it could fire bursts of magic as well as bullets. Hermione had liked the idea, but the brunette had never achieved the control Ginny had over guns. She preferred using her wand. She remembered vividly the day Ginny had offered her a gun. They had fought for an hour over what was easier to use, before Hermione had finally put her foot down, screaming "To each his own!", and going to bed. She smiled at the thought. The two fought over the dumbest things.

A loud snap shook the brunette from her thoughts. Ginny had finished gathering the things for her belt and snapped the heavy item on. She stood before Hermione, ready for the fight. Hermione nodded, twirling her wand, trying to ignore the way the extra weight made the right side of the redhead's jeans sag. She gulped slightly, replaced her wand, and decided it was time to go.

"Let's get to work then."

Ginny smiled widely.

"Let's."

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"So now two agents are on duty, looking for what's going down at Hogwarts."

Ron sat silently, picking at his Thai noodles. In the seat behind him was Harry, who was waiting patiently for Ron's reply, sipping herbal tea. The two of them sat in a corner of a small ethnic restraunt in muggle London. It was packed to the gills and noisy to boot. The perfect spot to discuss wizard's affairs without worry. Even so, the two took no chances, whispering back and forth. If anyone happened to look at them, they would see a scruffy redhead man taking to himself, the man behind him reading the paper. Any details would be far from truth.

Finally, Ron took a bite, chewing thoroughly before replying.

"Do they honestly think that's a wise idea? Sending out agents? Why not go personally."

Harry smiled grimly.
"Ron, trust me. If a captain leaves their office, measures are extreme. My contacts are the agents at work, and I know for a fact that they are both capable of handling things."

Ron scratched the back of his head before taking another bite.

"So that's it then? Two agents are all they'll need to take out this threat?"

"No Ron. Two agents are all they'll need to gather a report, maybe plant a few cameras. They will not attack unless they are attacked first. The mission is strictly recon."

Ron laughed softly.

"Look Harry. I don't mean to offend you, but I don't trust these guys. I mean, for years they kept all their dealings secret from the ministry. They're smart, and that's threatening. They have a plan for everything, and they know what's going on. They're playing us. I'm sure of it. Something about them just doesn't sit well with me. For god's sake Harry, they orchestrated your boyfriend's birth! They placed Narcissa there to spy on Voldemort, telling her to make it look real. I just don't see how I can trust people who would do that!"

Harry sighed.

"Go back to work Ron. I've told you what you need to know. If you choose to distrust your allies, that's your problem. I'm just a liaison."

With that, Harry stood. He folded his paper neatly, dropped five pounds on the table, and left.

Ron stayed where he was eating slowly.

Neon lights played across the grimy table, causing phantom images to come unbidden to Ron's mind. The redhead leaned back, rubbing his temples slightly. Work was giving him terrible experiences way beyond his years. He had known that he would end up a balding old man one day if he continued as an Auror forever. He had just expected that it would not happen until he was in his forties. He looked at the noodles on his plate for a moment, before reaching for his fork and scooping some up. He brought it to his mouth, slurping noisily. His eyes widened, as he slurped up the last noodle. He reached for his water spilling it on his lap in his haste.

The waitress looked at him, disgust evident in her eyes. She watched as he chocked. She watched as he fell to ground, pounding his chest in desperation. She watched as he lost control of his stomache. She watched as a woman screamed, as a man rushed to save the redheaded man.

She watched as he fell limp, inches away from death.

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Ginny stalked silently through the forbidden forest, aware of every movement around her. Hermione was 20 feet away, searching a clearing for any sign of a trap door or secret entrance. The redhead had refused to split up, making the search process slower, but safer. Truthfully, she was afraid of the forbidden forest. It had nearly been the death of her one to many times. Also, she had a bad feeling. This meant that they were in danger, and she would never abandon Hermione in danger.

She internally sighed at the fact.

For 6 years she had wanted to tell the brunette how she felt. But every time she came remotely close, either her trusty Gryffindor courage would fail her or something would interrupt. Every single time. 75 times, to be exact. 75 times in 6 years. If the fact that she had counted the times was not enough to tell someone how madly in love she was, then 5 minutes in her mind would. She had tried before to go five minutes without thinking about Hermione, but it never worked. In the last three seconds, she would think 'Hey I made it; I didn't think of Hermione… oh crap'. See? It never worked.

A tap on her shoulder shook Ginny out of her thoughts. She turned quickly, gun ready to kill whoever it was. She drew it away quickly, blushing with embarrassment. Hermione smiled slightly at the redhead, placing a comforting hand on the woman's waist, pulling away quickly as she touched skin. The two stood in awkward silence, before Ginny managed to ask,

"Did you find anything?"

"No. Nothing."

Ginny sighed again, this time out loud. She knew what they had to do if they were unable to find a secret entrance the chamber. And quite frankly, she hated the idea. She never wanted to remember what happened in her first or sixth year. But both were tied to the chamber. So both would have to be remembered. She shivered slightly.

Hermione watched the conflict play across the redhead's face. She knew it would be much more painful for her partner than it would be for her to enter the chamber. If only they could find the outside entrance to the chamber. Then they could just plant cameras and leave without every really going inside. But of course, neither could remember the entrance. They only remembered that it came out in the shallow area of the forest.

The final battle had been such a blur. The two had ran around frantically, fought, hid, and ran some more. Then there was the fight with Bellatrix. The three had somehow wound up in the chamber, racing through tunnels, shooting wildly at whatever they saw. Finally, they had come to the back exit. Ginny had been leaning on the wall bleeding, waiting for Hermione to find her. It was Bellatrix, however, who found the wounded redhead. She had easily overcome the girl, and was about to kill her when Hermione showed up. The killing curse had slipped from the brunette's lips without her knowing it. Yet as it did, the brunette had thought it would never work. But it did. Bellatrix had fallen dead on top of a crying Ginny. Or at least, that was what they both assumed.

The two young women had then struggled out of the exit just in time to witness Voldemort's grand defeat.

Hermione was on the verge of sighing, when Ginny shivered. A lump leapt to the brunette's throat. Ginny was scared. Hermione moved to the woman, wrapping her arms around her in a gesture of comfort and care.

And as she did, neither woman could help but notice how wonderfully right it felt.

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