KIRA
by INNER SELF
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I just wish I could hit my first subplot climax! I believe IT will come in chapter three.
Chapter One: "Correspondences"
Hermione was in the front of her lawn, finishing the watering of her mother's petunias. She noticed as she did so that a young man was in front of the for lease house waving to a moving van. She surmised that the young man was going to be her new neighbor and that she would definitely be seeing as much as possible of him.
She shakes her head. 'Yes, Hermione, it is love at first site. He will come to your door asking where the nearest shopping center is located and you will take the opportunity to snog him senseless. No objection will be heard on either half, of course.' She turns off the water and returns to the house for a little light reading before watching more Kira-related news.
At nine in the evening, a tap can be heard on the kitchen window. Going to open the hatch, she sees that it is Hedwig. She pulls the letter from her pouch and starts reading before absent-mindedly giving Hedwig a treat. The bird makes a reprimanding sound as if to say with dripping sarcasm: 'You are such a delightfully polite witch.'
Hey Mione,
Oh, thank Merlin the Dursleys feel like shunning me today. I should have had enough time to write this and sneak Hedwig out the window.
I know you have plenty of weight on your shoulders, so do not add me to your list. I AM FINE. I vented my anger on my mattress. The pain from losing—the pen bled here, suggesting a pause—him is not as deep as a month prior.
When will you be able to conjure magic out of school? Did you not say you were nearly a year older than all of us?
Reply soon!
Yours Truly,
Harry
Hermione purses her lips as her eyes narrow. She scratches out their names and writes back on the other side of Harry's letter…
Dear Jimmy
Honestly, you need to remember to stick to your false name. Must I remind you? The Order went through a lot of trouble to fix our muggle records.
I have been mainly watching muggle news. There seems to be some frightening un-Voldemort related events happening. They are all linked to this "Kira" guy. He has been killing off the criminals of the human world by the dozens. Though I was leaning towards his favor at the beginning of the summer, the idea of a mortal taking up God's work is starting to frighten me. As a mortal, he is bound to make mistakes. What if he kills a prisoner that was framed?!
(I rub my temples at this point). Though I wish to take up your offer, friends share their burdens. Let me know if you need anything. I will be sitting in front of my television a great majority of the summer.
Take care of yourself.
Love,
Joan
She wrapped the letter securely against Hedwig's leg and gave her one last smoothing of her feathers. "Have a safe flight. Watch out for people with a 'Holier than Thou' attitude."
Harry received Hermione's letter an hour later that night.
After pondering over the information Hermione included in her response, he got a new piece of parchment and quickly replied.
Light looks away from his monitor. In the house next to his, a young woman was writing a letter in her kitchen. He swore this was the second one that night, though he had just now noticed the bizarre messenger she was using. 'An owl...?' He then notices the utensil she is using for the letter. 'That looks a little eccentric: writing with an old-fashioned utensil….' His thoughts trail. He goes back to work after the minor distraction, and then pauses. Looking out the window again, he notices a smaller owl had come to her kitchen window this time. She scribbles a reply to the letter and sends the bird off on its way. Lights curiosity simply does not settle.
'No one believes Kira to be sticking to Japan anymore…' After watching a late night debate, Hermione noticed a tapping at her glass. She lets in Harry's messenger owl, repeats the drill of extolling the bird, and then precedes reading:
Er…Joan
I forgot. Why are they necessary? None of the Wizards know how to find us in the Muggle World. It was for that reason that Dumbledore put me here…Wait. Does this have anything to do with that "Kira" guy you mentioned? It would make the most sense (not that there is much). Afterall, they gave us these names right before we came back, though Voldemort had been present for a year.
Thanks for the heads-up, Herms (A/N: I hate that nickname!)If you ever need my help, say if you decide to hunt this Kira guy, do not think you will be going alone. Ron and I are always here for you.
Yours truly,
Ha—Jimmy
I look up from to give an "eep!" in surprise. Pigwidgon had come through the window without my noticing. "Is that from Ron?" I take the letter and tell Hedwig to share her treats. "He does not eat much," I say, to which Pigwidgon pecks at my finger, "No offense, Pig!" And I begin to read…
Oi Her—Joan,
Ha—Jimmy just owled me. He told me about the Kira guy. Its horrible that you guys have to deal with the problems in both worlds. Can't you call in the Wizard Ministry to help? People like my dad are sure to want to help out!
Hang in there!
Red
Ps. Why the bloody hell do I need a new name?
Hermione's Reply:
Red,
The ministry is in no position to help right now, remember? They have their own homicidal, egotistical maniac running around and killing the innocents. (Note at this rate there will be no one else living on planet earth with Kira wiping out those that Voldemort spares.)
As for this summer, I will see you both at the burrow on the final week.
Don't worry! We'll be fine as long as we keep our heads down and stick to our aliases.
Joan
It was almost midnight, and Hermione was contently reading one of her sixth year texts to prepare for the next year, as well as to forget about her Worlds and their troubles. The phone rang as she was turning to page three hundred twenty-four.
"Hullo?" She answered. A disguised voice replied.
"Do you remember the special academy you attended until you reached the age of ten?" He asked. She felt a light go on in her head. The masked voice, whoever he was, had called upon her for help. She answered with polite affirmation. He then asked for her to describe the place.
"Yes, I remember that there were not many students. We were each given strange nicknames that would serve as our names as long as we attended. We did not visit our parents though they could visit us. A man named Watari served as caretaker though we were relatively left to our own forms of study. Also," she paused and tried to let a small laugh escape, "I remember one of the oldest boys asking me if I knew how to make cakes."
"Thank-you. You may call me Near. I am in the middle of my graduation test which is also serving as a competition for who will surpass the former 'L.' If word has not reached England, I should tell you that he was working on the Kira case and was murdered by that man," There was a hitch in Hermione's throat as she started to tear. Though she did not know the man personally, he had been present during her stay at the academy. He was the same as her, in a way. He stood for her most cherished beliefs. She never knew that a part of those beliefs had fallen and were left to be caught by another. At the same moment, she did. Everyday she had watched the tele and wished she could oppose Kira with as much power as she did Voldemort.
Near continued after a moment of silence, "A boy named Mello and I are working individually to bring Justice to Kira. We wish to establish a rough idea of Kira's new location. We have been calling upon ex-students in every county of your country. We wish for a simultaneous launch of local broadcasts to repeat the trap that the former 'L' used on him. Though I do not believe he can fall for something twice, we could only benefit from attempting…" Near continued to explain to Hermione her given task. She felt proud to help rid the world of Kira and made sure to catch every detail as well as check and refine her course of action in her head. "…Every individual in each county will use the name 'Hera.' That way, if he picks up a signal from another county, he may be led into a false sense of security. The only difference will be the criminal at each broadcasting."
"I understand. I am glad to be of help. May justice prevail."
"With our efforts, Hera, it shall."
That night took much longer for her to find a comfortable sleeping position. To think, in a matter of weeks, she would be doing what she had been pining to do. She would be helping to take down (yet another) one of the most feared evils of her century. All she had to do now was find a way to gather all the technology needed to aid her. Near had given her an account for drawing a combination of five hundred Euros and one thousand pounds. He also would be delivering some standard equipment to a safe box for her in London. Since she already owned a decent computer, she could focus on buying upgrades to guarantee that the process would flow smoothly.
Her neighbor meanwhile was looking up her family history. He found that she was the biological daughter of the Grangers, and that she had been attending schools for exceptionally gifted for approximately twelve years. She was a brilliant brain and was most likely loved by her superiors. She would graduate within a few years and live the life of the elites. Now that he was done using Misa and Kiyomi (anchorwoman) was useless back in Japan, he figured that a girl like Joan Granger would do.
I hope this is satisfactory. I am terribly sorry for my slowness. I was… um… okay I have no excuse---wait! Yes I do! School is hell! I am pulling a 'Hermione Granger' and throwing my nose into a book that is as big as two Harry Potters!!! Though, thankfully I have cut down on the fan fictions that I read on my free time to update a little. It all depends on my mood as to which is the lucky story!
Please review and keep this one in my thoughts!