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A/N: Thank you all for the reviews! I appreciate it so much. The responses to them are in my profile. Any questions or comments you have will be responded to there since we can't respond in our story. Well, here's chapter Three!

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Chapter Three:

"Professor Dumbledore." Severus Snape said when the search was finished. " We have found nothing. No clues at all." He looked around in hopes of spotting one last minute find.

Dumbledore sighed deeply. "I know, Severus. There is nothing here that would give us any indication of the culprit. Nothing, it seems, except for this," He pulled out the envelope addressed to Hermione as the rest of the order gathered round.

"What is that, Dumbledore?" Arthur Weasley asked, curiously.

"That remains to be a mystery still, I'm afraid. I advised Ms.Granger not to open it. I wished to have one of you examine it." He said. Alastor Moody stepped forward.

"I'll do it." He grunted. "Won't be the first bit of cursed parchment I've examined."

Dumbledore nodded. "Very well. Now, if you all wish, you can return home. The minute that Ms.Granger reads the letter, I will inform you. If any new clues develop, I will call you all to meeting. Good night." He said.

About 12 or 14 pops later, it was just Dumbledore and Harry.

Harry looked at Dumbledore. The old man's usually sparkling eye's had lost some of their luster over the years he had know him. Harry could tell that his Ex-Headmaster was worried.

"This isn't good, is it?" He asked. Dumbledore just stood there pondering before he answered.

"No Harry. Murder is never good, I'm afraid, but a murder without any clues...that's even worse. I'm afraid that whose ever behind this will be a force to reckon with."

Harry sighed. He'd expected that. "Well, what do we do now?" He asked.

"We call the ministry. They'll need to deal with this as well. And they'll need to inform the public."

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The next morning, Hermione awoke completely refreshed and relaxed, which was weird, considering what happened last night.

Thoughts started running through her head all at once. The fight with Draco, Sirius' lap, the dead girl, the order, the kiss.

Suddenly, there was a knock on her door. She hurried out of bed and grabbed a robe off of one of the chairs in the room. "Just a minute" She called as she hurried to the door.

She opened it just as Sirius was about to knock again. "Oh, were you sleeping? I'm sorry if I interrupted you." He said. He looked her over. 'Merlin, she look's good in the morning. And in my clothes' He thought, mentally hitting himself afterwards.

She smiled and shook her head." No. I had just woke up actually, right before you knocked." They stood there for a minute or two before Sirius seemed to remember what he had come for.

"Oh, yes, well, I just came to get some clothes. I suppose that in my hurry to get in bed with you...I mean to get you into bed...er...to get you to sleep, I forgot to grab some." He stuttered. 'Damn me and my big mouth!'

Mentally, she was smiling. She liked watching him struggle over her. It was sort of cute. Actually, it was hott.

"Ok,"She said," Come on in. It's your room after all." She smiled. He came in and went to his closet to grab some clothes.

"Well, I have to go downstairs and then take a shower. Care to join me?" He asked. Her eyes got wide. His face grew red.

She couldn't help but laugh. She decided to help him out on this one. " Sure." She said, pausing purposely. He smirked." I would love to go downstairs with you." She finished. His smile fell.

"Of course." He answered. He knew he'd been had. He couldn't help but smile at her, however.

He offered his elbow to her. She tucked her hand in the crook of his arm, and the two walked downstairs to breakfast together.

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When they entered the kitchen, they were greeted by the members of the order all seated at the table, enjoying one of Molly Weasley's' famous breakfasts'. Molly's face lit up at the sight of them.

"Ahh. Sirius, Hermione! You're up awfully early, aren't you?" She asked. At the table, Harry and Ron gave each other curious glances at the sight of there friend and Harry's godfather.

"I couldn't possibly have slept any longer," Hermione said, letting go of Sirius' arm," The smell of your wonderful cooking couldn't keep the dead asleep!" At this, Molly blushed profusely.

"Here, dear, you sit down, and I'll get your breakfast for you. After all, you did have a rough night." She said, pushing Hermione down into the nearest chair. Sirius sat down in the one beside her.

When Molly returned, she shook her head at Sirius. "I don't know why your sitting down, Sirius. Your well and able to get your own food." She said, walking over to her plate and taking her seat.

Ron laughed at Sirius as he got up to get his plate. Hermione gave him an 'I'm sorry' stare.

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About midway through breakfast, they all heard a loud pop and Dumbledore walked into the room, followed by Remus and Mad-Eye.

Everyone at the table stopped eating. There could be only one reason that Dumbledore came here unannounced. It had to have something to do with the murder.

"Excuse me, everyone. I'm sorry to interrupt your breakfast, but I have something to ask of Ms.Granger." He said to them all. Hermione nodded her head and followed him out of the room.

"Ms. Granger," Dumbledore said to her once they got into the hall. "We've finished testing your letter. You may read it now." He said, handing her the envelope.

She took it warily. Opening it gently, she pulled out the folded piece of parchment that was within. Unfolding it, she began to read:

Dearest Hermione,

Death. Such a wonderful, yet terrible thing, don't you agree? No, I daresay you do not. That's always been the trouble with you. Too blinded by your morality and the pretence of what is 'good and right' that you cannot see the wrong that you yourself are doing. You speak of discriminations, you and your friends. However, you, the mud-blood think you are better than others, do you not? In school, you helped Neville Longbottom because you knew you were smarter than he. You helped Harry Potter defeat one of the greatest wizards to ever live because you knew you possessed knowledge and power he did not. You chose not to socialize with certain people because they were in Slytherin House. Tell me, if that's not discrimination, dear, what is? Now, you think you can fix it all. At this very moment you are probably thinking of someway you can rectify it.

Don't worry your pretty little mind. It will all be over soon enough. For you and all of your kind. Slowly, all the mud-bloods you know will vanish at the hands of my Serpantitheus, leaving only yourself. Then, you will perish as well. you shall suffer for all those whom you chastised and looked down upon for doing 'wrong', when in doing that, you yourself were guilty as well.

I will have revenge for them. And for myself. You see, because of you and your insolent mud-blood ways, I never knew my father. Thanks to you, I never knew Lord Voldemort.

Be seeing you soon, my dearest mud-blood,

T.R.

When Hermione finished reading, there were unshed tears in her eyes. She wiped them away and handed the letter to Dumbledore, who scanned over it quickly.

"Well," He said, "This situation seems to be growing more complicated by the minute."