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Chapter 8


With Chief Swan, leaving to go down to the Station earlier, Harry was the only one in the house. Nonetheless she had brought out her wand and proceeded to ward the entire house – admittedly something she should have done earlier – especially the room in which she was currently stationed.

With the necessary wards and charms up and intact, she brought out a simple black pouch – much like Hermione's own beaded handbag that had been used those years ago – a gift from aforementioned girl. It was a useful thing really.

Harry wasted little time in reaching into the pouch and pulling out the only file that had been within it.

When she had been issued the order to transfer over to the Time Room, she had been given a file. She had only skimmed over the first page, the Order Form for the transfer, and had taken the transfer in stride, having had so many other Departmental matters to look about.

She should have known better.

Within the file was a list and a summary of details of the projects that she would either oversee or advise.

Harry began to delve into the file, her eyes scanning the contents assiduously. After mere minutes she paused at a particular section, read and re-read and did so again, each time, her grip on the folder tightening significantly.

Green eyes narrowed as thin lips pulled down into a solemn frown.

"I don't bloody believe it."


Word Count: 241

A/N: This is the last update for the day, and it's being posted a lot earlier than I planned. This is the first drabble that's over 200 words. Hermione's beaded handbag is awesome. Wish I had one.

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