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Chapter 5: The Morning After

Harry woke up the next morning feeling better than he had in the last few days. His eyes strained as they adjusted to the morning sunlight, and it took him a while to recognize the empty pillow beside him. Puzzled, Harry got out of bed and walked over to the kitchen.

"Morning. Do you want some eggs, Harry?" Hermione asked as she set out two plates on the table in front of her.

"Thanks." Harry said as he sat down across from her. "I didn't even know those eggs were still good."

"Yes, well, do you even know what's in your own kitchen, Harry? It's by far the most difficult place to make food in."

Harry shrugged, "I have water, a pot, and some Ramen noodles. What more do I need?"

"How about some nutrition? I swear, you're eating like a college student who only has a few pounds a week for food."

"Are you finished? Your food is going to get cold."

"Your place could use some cleaning up. I opened a closet and all your stuff fell on me. Then I tried to find a band-aid but that was unsuccessful."

"Sounds like a busy morning. Are you through now?"

"I think so, yes."

After a few minutes of silence and exchanged smiles, Harry realized he didn't really know why she had come over the day before.

"Did you tell me everything you needed to yesterday? You seemed pretty shaken up."

Hermione shifted in her seat as she thought about her next words carefully. "Not exactly everything." I can't tell him everything, but as long as he knows someone is looking for them he doesn't need to know about me. "The person I told you was assigned to find you is a woman named Jocelyn. She's in the running for the same job as I am, so I'd expect her to be working extremely hard on your case. She's good Harry, I hate to admit it, but she's good."

"Is there anyone else I need to be worried about besides this Jocelyn woman?" Harry asked.

It hurts to lie to him like this. "No."

"How much do they know? I mean, she hasn't been on the case very long."

"I'm sure they know more than you'd expect."

Harry rubbed his temples as he searched for more questions. "Can you help us?"

"I can try."

After their breakfast was finished and the dishes washed, Harry pulled out his watch. "Shouldn't you be at work, Hermione?"

"What time is it?" She said as she leaned over to see his watch, as well. "Harry Potter why is this the only clock in your entire apartment?" Hermione rushed to get her things together. It was already nine thirty, and she was an hour and a half late.

Harry watched as she scrambled around him. As she ran out the door he called out to her. "So, I'll talk to you later?"

Hermione stopped halfway down his steps, turned around and went back to give Harry a kiss. As she ran down his street, she occasionally looked back at Harry and smiled. As she waved one last time to him she was brushed by a person in a dark trench coat, whom she didn't even notice.

As the door closed behind him, Harry walked into his room and began to get ready for his weekly Quidditch match at the club. He had joined club Quidditch to keep in shape, but it also served as a stress reliever. And this week, more than ever, he was looking forward to a match.

Just as he was getting dressed, Harry's pocket watch fell out. He looked down at it, and his heart started racing.

"Bloody hell, I'm late again!" Harry grabbed his stuff and rushed out the door.

Once he arrived at the club, Harry was heading towards the field when he heard heckling coming from the stands. He turned to shoot the man in the trench coat a dirty look, and Harry thought he recognized him, but he was mistaken. It was just about time to start and Harry couldn't wait.

The referee, who just so happened to be Conall this time around, blew the whistle and the game had begun. The game was a rough one, and Harry had a particularly hard time catching the snitch, since the other team's seeker was very physical. Just as the snitch was in Harry's hands, the shrill sound of a whistle reached his ears. The other team's seeker had just shoved Harry, and he was glad Conall was going to back him up.

"Foul on Harry Potter, unnecessary roughness. One foul shot for Sam Walkman"

Are you serious? He was slamming into me! He looked over at Conall and saw him glaring back at him.

"This is going to be a long game."