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I wrote this pretty late at night and some say it's pretty rushed, so tell me if something's wrong
Fight Over a Ferry: Homecoming Pt. 1
"October 31, 1988: Jonathon Ferry Jr., a local journalist, dies at age 28 in a mental institution."
That's the day of the Dark Lord's downfall.
'Twas an October evening; the quite prioritized Hermione had completely forgotten about her homecoming date with Jake Alexander. She had a story, found after hours of digging inside protected government archives, keeping her attention. After hours of searching through government archives, CIA's restricted online database, all she found was a little article.
This guy's got a terrible history. His wife died during giving birth to his child and his son was taken away from him because of his schizophrenia.
Hermione had finally found the clue she needed. The Ferry family, part of the Slytherin Clan closest to the Dark Lord in blood, had left Britain for America. About a year before that, Voldemort was reported to be in America. Jonathon Ferry Sr., a famous school master and Tom Riddle's second uncle, went missing on New Years Day, the same day Jonathon Ferry Jr., the disowned son who had surprisingly moved back to Sugar Land, was beaten almost to death. Ferry Jr. had developed schizophrenia after that. Jonathon Ferry the Third, taken into an orphanage, seemed to have disappeared from history. He was about Hermione's age by now.
The question that bugged Hermione the most was why she had to do so much just to access a little basic information regarding the history of a family. Hermione Granger had to use a restricted computer in the Sugar Land City Hall, hacking into the CIA online data base that only gave her a short article regarding the Ferry family. The CIA was obviously trying to hide something.
Ferry Jr. died screaming about his son, a horcrux, and a man named Tom. This had to be why.
Hermione downloaded the short article from the computer onto her hand-held computer. As she did so, she noticed the date. It was marked October 22nd, the day of the Homecoming Dance.
Oh, bugger.
Hermione's Apartment
Draco Malfoy, Jake Alexander in public, was pissed. He had come to pick Hermione up at 7:00pm for dinner before the dance, but she wasn't home.
As he walked back to his car, he felt his cell phone ring. He had received a text message, from none other than Hermione Granger.
Gee, she didn't even have the courage to call me.
Draco read the text.
"Sorry, I found an interesting reading. You know me. Meet you at the dance."
Yes, I DO know you. But how do YOU expect me to know you when you think I've only known you for 2 weeks?
With a sigh, Draco opened the car door and got into his car. Jake Alexander would be eating alone tonight, facing the stares of people thinking he was stood up by his date.
Hermione got two extra hours to find some information on Jonathon III, unknown to her as Josh McFarley. But, she will not find anything new for the rest of the night.
One particular information she didn't find out turned into something particularly costly for Hermione.
CIA had tracked a hacker down in the historically notorious suburbia called Sugar Land, Texas.
Upon measuring her magical aura, a special tactics team had been sent to capture the labeled-dangerous witch, dead or alive.
8:30pm, Outside the City Hall
"We've secured the perimeter, over." Captain Robert Weaver, leader of the black op team, spoke through his radio transmitter.
"Good," the owner of the voice was none other than Agent Michaels. "Do not let her escape. She is dangerous, powerful witch. We have to find out exactly what she is doing here. We had a report of some brainwashed cops a week ago; she is a suspect. Take her down if you have to, over."
"Yes, sir, over."
Captain Weaver didn't know exactly how to respond to this particular situation he had signed up for. Part of the black ops, he had engaged himself in countless classified missions, but none of them seemed as strange as this one. The CIA had assigned his team to hunt down a witch. He wanted to know what the hell was going on, but the US military had taught him to ask no questions. He had to proceed with the mission.
CIA had provided them with the primary weapon tonight; it was a weapon no one in his team had ever used, or heard of. It had looked like a P90 submachine gun. He thought it an excellent choice for stealth combat. But taking a close look, he realized that it wasn't really a machine gun at all.
The weapon consisted of two components: a "magically enchanted" unloaded P90 and a sapphire ring with a "V" shape. According to the briefing, done by CIA Agent Johnson, the ring activates the enchanted P90. The rate of fire for the supposed "submachine" gun was only one shot per second. As a matter of fact, the gun didn't even shoot bullets. Half of the guns shot blue rays of lights that froze the target; the other half shot orange rays that tranquilized the target.
Upon positioning each of his team members at designated areas, Captain Weaver, carrying his "tranquilizer gun," proceeded down the hallway leading up to the witch's location, hoping they can surround and capture the woman without any harm.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
Hermione's sneakscope interrupted her frustration over her inability to find anything on Ferry III.
Someone's coming!
Hermione shot up from her seat and tried to disapparate. It didn't work anymore.
Damn, they've enchanted the place.
Wand in her hand, hood over her head, Hermione simply stood.
Hours of silence seemed to pass by.
A stun grenade was thrown inside the room. It burst in front of the witch's face as she only had enough time to put up a defense, saving her from paralysis. Immediately, the black ops burst threw the doors and surrounded her.
"PUT YOUR WEAPON DOWN AND KEEP YOUR HANDS WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM!" One of the black ops shouted.
The witch stared at him, full of contempt. She waved her wand around and a glowing aura formed around her body. It seemed that she had created a physical shield.
The black op fired the first shot.
Hermione had every confidence that she would be able to escape. She was a witch after all, and the black ops were mere muggles. Putting on the strongest physical shield, she readied for a quick, one-way fight.
The black op fired at her.
She stared at the shot for a moment. Something wasn't right. The bullet was huge. The bullet was orange.
Two feet on the ground, Hermione threw her body backward, full speed.
The orange ray of light easily penetrated Hermione's shield. Hermione was not quick enough; the ray scratched past her chest, causing her to yelp in pain.
Keeping her balance, Hermione performed a back flip and shot a curse at the magical gunman. He rolled to the left and barely dodged the curse. Upon that, all the other black ops began firing their own set of magical rays at her.
They're shooting curses at me with their guns! What's going on?
Hermione acrobatically dodged most of the blue and orange curses, deflecting the rest with her shielding charm back at the shooters.
Ten Minutes Later...
Hermione couldn't dodge the black ops' curses forever. They had outnumbered her 10 to 1. Although she was taking them down one at a time with her speed and evasiveness, it was a matter of time before one of the curses hit her again. The effect of the red curse, though it was only a scratch, had begun to take its toll. Hermione began feeling dull as she tried her best dodging and deflecting curses shot at her.
How did they know I was a witch? Why are they doing all this just to catch me?
Hermione shot a disarming spell to her right, at the black op that originally shot at her. He barely dodged the spell, but the intensity of Hermione's spell swept his gun out of his strong grip toward the wall. The gun smashed into pieces. The black op performed a roll to the left and immediately drew his Smith & Wesson 59, blasting an entire magazine at Hermione. Her physical shield was still up; she pointed her wand toward him in retaliation.
She was interrupted by another op shooting a blue freezing curse at her from her right. She deflected it right back at him, freezing the gun he used to block the deflected curse. She shot another spell that blasted through the frozen gun, temporarily knocking out the op. By this time, the other black op had disappeared into hiding. Realizing that, she proceeded to fighting the rest of the ops.
Six down, one ran, and three left to go.
While the witch was having a stealth shootout with the other three black ops, Captain Weaver hid behind one of the desks in the corner, watching every one of Hermione's moves, trying to figure out how to take her down.
Damn, she's too good. I can't find one weakness in her. Our tactic was to surround and overwhelm her. She's overwhelming us! These guns may shoot light bolts that go through her shield, but they're too slow compared to what she shoots at us.
With that thought, the crouched captain slowly edged toward the acrobatic witch's position, trying to sneak behind her.
There were only two ops left now. The witch had jumped right on Lieutenant Jackson's face, breaking his nose and knocking him down stone cold.
Captain Weaver sneaked closer to her. Only one desk stood between the two soldiers. As she backed toward the door next to the desk, he thought he'd take his chance and sneak behind her.
But right then, Hermione turned right, throwing her arms toward his direction. He immediately spun back behind the desk out of impulse. But she had not seen him. She had taken down another black op.
She turned around and faced the door. If she passes the desk to her left, she'd be walk right past him, crouched down and vulnerable. He doubted that she'd not notice him.
A row of desks extended toward Captain Weaver's left side. Hermione would see him if he ran toward his right. The witch would discover him no matter what.
He got lucky. As he looked toward his right, he made eye contact with Lieutenant Myers, hiding behind a desk on the other side of the room. They understood each other immediately. Myers could not possibly hit her with his gun, being too far away; the witch would immediately notice and deflect the blast. But if he did...
Lieutenant Myers stood up and shot at the witch. Hermione faced right, turning her back on Captain Weaver.
Just as Lieutenant Myers fell to the ground, Captain Weaver jumped her from behind. They hit the ground and rolled around as the witch struggled to get away.
Captain Weaver wrapped his legs around Hermione's, preventing her from kicking around. But just as he tried to disarm her by locking her arms, she began elbowing him continuously. She must have been doing it hard too, for he felt pain through his thick body armor. He could have disarmed and immobilized her with time, but that was not a risk he was willing to take. He did know what the witch was capable of, with or without a wand.
"Jackson!" he noticed that Lieutenant Jackson was conscious again. "Get over here and tranquilize her!"
Jackson disorientedly lurched over to where they were. Slowly gaining back his senses, he lifted his gun. He seemed pleased to shoot the girl who broke his nose.
Hermione knew she had gotten herself into a mess. She couldn't get away. She managed to hold onto her wand, but the black ops grip prevented her from aiming at anything. She was about to die.
But moments before she was about to be shot, as the other black op tried to gain back his senses, she remembered something important. She could cast spells that required no aiming.
Accio time turner!
The silent spell pulled the time turner into her grip.
With her thumb and index finger, she twisted the turner as far as she could, jumping 40 minutes into the past.
The witch disappeared right when the red bolt of light fired out of Lieutenant Jackson's gun, directly hitting Captain Weaver's chest and tranquilizing him.
Lieutenant Jackson was the only black op to walk out of the building conscious that night.
Hermione was glad she had chosen to keep everything in her pockets tonight. The black ops would not find a thing on her. She had apparated in and used gloves on everything she touched.
Appearing 40 minutes ago in the past, Hermione immediately disapparated back into her car, before the past Hermione would notice, before the black ops would jam the apparition signal.
Hermione drove out of the parking lot, a minute before the black ops would arrive.
But her night would not end there. She still had to go to the homecoming dance, pretending that nothing had happened in the City Hall. She also had to find a potion that would take away the minor effects of the curse that had hit her. She drove home, drowsily.
She was too drowsy to be driving. Passing an intersection, she failed to notice a speeding car running a red light. It crashed right into her, from her right, again.
She wasn't quick enough to turn around this time.
9:00pm, Outside the School
Draco Malfoy, as Jake Alexander, waited for his date Hermione Granger, greeting everyone going into the dance.
She's always on time... where is she?
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I think this chapter could use some revision... actually all of my chapters could. So tell me if there's any grammatical problems or any part that could use more lenghthening up / descriptions
Also, I doubt there's any cuz i barely use any, but is there anything contradicting with the actual Harry Potter book info?