Title: Agents of the Order
Rating: T for now...
Disclaimer: Do you think I look like JKR? Didn't think so. Nope don't own it.
A/N: I soooo should not be starting another story when I haven't even updated my other ones in a too long of a time...but I couldn't resist this one. Ok, read this and tell me what you think please. It's an interesting idea I had and I'm not yet sure if it's any good. This chapter is basically background info.
There was only one way out. I had spent months studying the plans, and after everything was initiated there was only one way out. Unfortunately the only way out was blocked by him. I suddenly found myself in a very sticky situation. Perhaps I should back up a little so you can understand how I got into my current situation.
My name is Hermione Granger. That's right, I am THE Hermione Granger, smartest girl to every graduate from Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, best friends with Harry Potter the Boy Who Lived, one of the Golden Trio, and Ronald Weasley's betrothed. Yes I know all those things people refer to me as. I also know that to some narrow minded purebloods I am known as "that annoying mudblood whore who just won't die." It seems everyone has some nickname for me.
You know, it's kinda strange actually. A little over a decade ago I was a friendless muggle know-it-all, and now I am commonly the topic at dinner tables and am constantly being hounded by reporters and photographers from different wizarding tabloids. Yes, life does take some strange turns.
After the bloody war with Voldemort and his Deatheaters ended five years ago everyone expected me to give up the crime-fighting lifestyle and take up healing, or storm my way through various ministry of magic positions until I became minister.
That never happened though. Yes I had seriously thought about becoming a healer, but honestly binding wounds has never been my forte. I also thought about what it would be like to become Minister of Magic by the age of twenty-five, but that just gave me a headache. No, my calling lay somewhere else.
You see, watching the torture and slow murder of people you care about deeply can really cause you to re-think what your role in life is. Sure, we ended the war and Harry destroyed Voldemort, but a great number of his followers were not captured, and after I watched my parents and the love of my life get killed there was no way in hell I was going to let those fucking bastards get away.
Not surprisingly a lot of other people agreed with me. Many wealthy, and extremely influential people such as the newly instated Minister of Magic Arthur Weasley (Old What's-his-name was killed very early in the war by his death-eater mistress). Arthur suffered great losses due to the war. Not only was his son (my fiancé) Ron killed, but also his son Charlie was left with severe mental trauma, and his beloved wife Molly was left in a coma with little hope of ever waking up.
Arthur refused to believe that justice had been done by the destruction of Voldemort alone. The culprits behind the attacks on his loved ones had not been apprehended. That meant they were either one in the large number of casualties in the war, or they had gotten away. Arthur knew justice would never truly be reached until every single follower of Voldemort was captured and dealt with. Then there was also the problem of someone trying to take the Dark Lord's place, and this had to be prevented at all costs.
Many witches and wizards agreed (thus securing Arthur's new position) and a secret coalition of the most powerful wizards and witches was established.
It was given the name The Order of the Phoenix in honor of the several brave members of the original order that had given their lives in the fight against the dark lord. The number one task of the coalition was to seek out potential Deatheaters, collect evidence against them, and then expose them.
Since the Order couldn't very well advertise what they were doing secrecy became of the upmost importance. How secret did it become? Well, have you ever watched the muggle movie Men In Black? Yeah it was that secret.
See we couldn't exactly let the Deatheaters know we were out to get them, so after extensive work we were able to form a new branch at the ministry, and no one, who wasn't involved, had any idea about it.
At the time the idea first came around I was a very distraught, and very very angry eighteen year old. Arthur asked both Harry and I if we were interested in helping start it. Without hesitation we both agreed.
Everything started out very slow. We had to do hours upon hours of research to find the necessary secrecy spells. Then there was the tedious job of recruitment, then we had to sift through the applicants and modify the memories of those who were denied, and then we had to place enchantments on those accepted so that they could not tell a soul about what we did NO MATTER WHAT!
Finally after all the many boring technicalities were sorted out the Order started training it's new agents. The training was grueling and several recruits had to drop out. It was a dangerous thing we were doing here, and therefore only the best could be allowed in. All applicants were trained in the ways of Auror's, and then the training was taken even further. They were required to build up immunities against the most potent truth serums and poisons. They learned to use wandless magic occlumency to their fullest extent, and they trained and honed their senses so that their instincts and movements became almost animalistic.
It took nearly three full years for the average agent to complete the training. Harry and I, and a few others that fought beside us in the war, completed the training in six months. I guess spending seven years of your life battling against the most powerful wizard since Merlin makes you kind of good at that whole fighting thing. Seriously, you have no idea what it was like going up against that guy. He wouldn't freaking die until we had every single horcrux destroyed. He was like one of those nasty bugs that no matter how many times you hit it won't squish!
Anyway, nine months after the Order started the first team of Phoenix Agents was preparing to set off on their first assignment. Unfortunately we ran into a little hitch.
Arthur had promised the public justice, and since the Order was a secret no one knew Arthur was fulfilling his promise, and the public was growing angry. To keep them appeased we formed a group called the DEC, or the Death Eater Catchers. I know, not the most original name, but it got the job done. The DEC was mostly comprised of wizards and witches that had shown Auror talent, but were not Phoenix material. They were effective at appeasing the public, and they served as a nice decoy to prevent any suspicions about the Order. Unfortunately for the Order they constantly were getting in our way and had nearly blown our cover several times. Phoenix Agents do not really like DEC Agents.
To further throw off public suspicions each Agent was required to have at least a fake day job. Harry and I went to work for Fred and George Weasley (both were also Phoenix agents) at Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. Those two were seriously in need of extra trust worthy help, and it was an effective way to convince the public that Harry and I simply wanted to settle down to a quiet life. Immediately gossip columnists had us engaged with a baby on the way, but those rumors were soon killed when a furious Ginerva Weasley hexed two writers of the Gossip Globe, Parvati and Padma Patil.
Finally after much aggravation Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom, Katie Bell, and I headed out on our first assignment as Phoenix Agents. We had magically disguised ourselves, I was a blonde haired blue eyed Swede named Jennifer Johnson, and I was married to a red headed Irish man named Matthew aka Harry Potter. We were vacationing in the Swiss Alps with our close friends John and Phyllis Marana aka Neville and Katie. Both Neville and Katie had brown hair, but Neville's eyes were changed to blue while Katie's were brown.
Our target was Veronica Bordeux, a french clothing designer. We had reasonable suspicion that Bordeux was a part of an underground muggle slave trading ring, and that she had worked directly under Voldemort during his reign.
Without going into too much detail I can tell you that our mission was very nearly a disaster, and only on a small stroke of luck were we able to discover the evidence needed to convict Bordeux. Surprisingly it was Neville who saved our butts that trip. After that no one ever doubted Neville's usefulness.
Veronica Bordeux became the first Deatheater to be captured by the Order.
Many others were captured in her wake, but the amount of followers Voldemort had was staggering and our work is still far from over. There have been a great number of casualties on boh sides. For awhile the number of Order casualties were increasing at an alarming rate. Talk of allowing Unforgiveables to be used started and that talk quickly turned into a very heated debate. It was finally decided that the Cruciatus and Imperius curses would remain banned. As far as most of the agents knew the Killing Curse was banned as well. That was not entirely true.
The Order's top agents were given permission to use the Killing Curse when the situation deemed it absolutely necessary. In other words, they were given a license to kill. Harry and I were both given such a license. Fred, George, Bill, and Ginny were given one as well. Nym Lupin (Tonks no more) received one along with Neville, Katie and eleven other agents. We kept it limited to twenty because the danger of mis use of the curse was too great.
Now with the power of the curse, and the growing experience we were getting our casualties declined greatly. The secrecy of the Order remained intact, and each day new recruits were processed for entrance into the Academy.
Now, that brings us to my current situation. I am twenty-three years old, and am one of the highest agents in the Order second only to Harry. The two of us answer directly to Minister of Magic Arthur Weasley, who is the only person with authority enough to give us direct orders. I have completed hundreds of missions with very few casualties to my team, and I am considered one of the most powerful witches alive, and here I find myself without a wand and my only exit is cut off from me by none other than Draco Malfoy, the ferret that Harry and I have been after for nearly three years ever since we discovered he was still alive.
We had been chasing Malfoy across the continent and had finally tracked him to an underground dwelling. We weren't sure what kind of establishment he had going on, so we sent in spies to scope the place out. As far as they could tell no illegal activity had been going on, but that didn't matter much to us. Malfoy had played a large role in the death of Hogwarts beloved head master Dumbledore, and we were determined to bring him down.
The spies had given us an accurate layout of the underground structure Malfoy was hiding in. The plan had been that we would go in and block off each exit one by one and shepherd Malfoy into a corner where we could disarm and arrest him. Unfortunately even the best laid plans go amiss, and well, here we are. It appears I have lost the upper hand, and I have no idea if any of my team knows what has happened.
I sent up a silent prayer to anyone that might be listening as Malfoy stretched his wand out towards me and smirked evilly.
"Perhaps he will kill me swiftly and I won't suffer," I thought. Doubtful. I had a feeling I was in for a long torturous end.
A/N: So, what did you think? Should I continue with this or let it fester and die? Thanks for reading!