Hey guys! So sorry for not updating sooner! You guys were fantastic with reviews, thanks to stochmika, RonKing, Ronnhermioneforevs, Obsessivefanno.4, Skamikaze, Leonardo00, and Sarden for reviewing on this last chapter! I meant to get back sooner, but I took on a challenge calling for me to write a 25,000 word fanfic in the month of June. I'm still working on it, and all other fics are being pushed to July, but you guys were so great with your reviews, that I decided to jump on this as soon as I could. It's still a little late, I hope y'all can forgive me!

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Hermione's POV

Shortly before school starts

Alright, here it is. Year two. I got Harry through his first year (I still can't believe I've actually succeeded as well as I did).

Shortly after bidding Harry (and Ron, though just for show) a good summer, I went over an entire review of Ron's cleverest, most well thought out, and closest attacks (via pensieve) to find reoccurring patterns in his attacks. Every assassin is different, and Ron's style seemed to be more in using Harry's surroundings against him.

I also went over the whole Sorcerer's Stone bit. Interestingly enough, although my agency would never have misused it, it became apparent that, of the three of us, I would have been the only person in our little trio who would have been unable to get the stone. The idea irked me, as it felt like I was being somehow evil, when Ron could've gotten his hands on it…

But that was in the past. Dumbledore and Flamel had decided to destroy the stone, which both relieved and angered me. It seemed that so many lives could've been saved while it was still around, but I do know how easily such power can corrupt even the most noble. In a way, I'm even glad I didn't get my hands on it, for precisely that reason.

Plus, if Voldemort got his hands on it, well, I might as well hand in my resignation.

What's done is done.

Now I needed to focus on the upcoming year. I was getting very worried about this, actually. I hadn't gotten a single letter from Harry, though in the one trip I'd secretly made to his house a few weeks ago Harry seemed, well, alive. (It had to be only one, otherwise Ron could track me there and I was worried he'd find his way around the protective charm placed on the house if I went there too often.) His relatives are abusive, but they don't seem murderous. They might be the reason Harry hasn't returned any letters.

I'm planning on returning to the Grangers shortly before school starts up. It's better to make sure your alias is consistently caught up with, rather than forget, and have someone approach them.

Ron's POV

Nearly the entire summer had past, and I hadn't gotten a single report that one of the letters I had sent Harry had been opened. To attack Harry over the summer had been very difficult, the only way I'd managed was by poisoning letters, and sending them, but it seems none of the letters had been opened, which was very strange…

Even more strange was that Harry wasn't writing to me. This caused me to worry that Harry either did not value my 'friendship' anymore (which would be a great loss to my availability to him) or that Hermione was preventing him from responding. The second seemed more likely.

So I decided on a risky plan of action. I would go to his house. Not in his house, I wasn't able to touch the ground within 20 feet of his property. But I'd spy from afar. Just to see…

I was shocked to see what I did. I brought a pair of magnifying lenses to be able to see, as doing more than just the simplest of magic off agency grounds would warrant governmental notice due to underage magic. But when I looked through them, I realized just the extents Hermione had gone through to keep Harry safe.

She must've put latent enchantments on his room, to keep him safe. She must've made some modifications on the protection charm. She must realized that he'd be safer here than at Hogwarts.

What else would explain the bars she had put on his window?

I couldn't turn on spell sense, that would be a dead giveaway to my position, but I knew she'd enchanted them to be durable. Well, not right now. The protective spell applied to her too, which meant the bars weren't magical right now, but they would be once the summer ended.

I guess her attempt is reasonable, given what happened last year. My mind raced. Now I was gonna have to find a way to kill him that involved: not getting spotted, using minimal magic, and not to mention, Harry would surely figure me out…

Or I could just spring him loose.

Of course, this was easier said than done…

Maybe it was time to revisit my 'family'…

Later that night

It took the rest of the day to return the Weasleys, enchant them to think I'd been there all summer (not to mention charm them into remembering the false memories I had instilled in them earlier), and come up with a plan. I had already created the Weasley's house to be a safe zone, one I could cast complicated spells in without having the government notice and confiscating my wand. Though now that I think about it, if my wand was confiscated, I could get a new one. One that Hermione's 'can't directly attack Harry' spell wouldn't affect… But that wasn't the main issue now.

How could I break Harry free when I couldn't even set foot on the land around his house? Not only that, I couldn't place any spells on the house, nor, under any circumstances, enter it. I also couldn't cast spells into it. I couldn't levitate myself in or use a broomstick. If only I could get my hands on a magic carpet…

My eyes fell on the car Mr. Weasley, sorry, 'Dad' had brought home. He had tricked 'Mum' into thinking it was a normal car, but I knew better. It's inside was larger than the outside. It could turn invisible. Most importantly, it could fly.

However, I almost didn't make it off the property. I was caught by my twin 'brothers' who wanted to come with me to 'rescue Harry'.

I wanted to jinx them, but being out of the house caused me to be unable to do anything powerful enough to hinder them. Besides, it's strictly against agency rules to attack your host family.

So I let them in. This sure destroyed any hopes I had of killing Harry on the way back, but there would be more chances later.

Outside Harry's House

That Night

Ron's POV

We flew out to Harry's house. He saw us coming, and was staring out the window.

It took him a full minute to recognize us.

I actually had to address him to get his recognition. "Hiya Harry!"

"Ron," he said, it finally snapping into place, "Fred, George. What're you all doing here?"

We're coming to pay you a visit, to compliment you on those lovely bars in the window. Idiot.

"Rescuing you, of course. Now come on, get your trunk!"

He began to gather his stuff. We were running out of time, as he slowly set to work, so I finally told him to step back and pulled the bars off with the car.

The noise awakened Harry's relatives, who ran in. I heard fumbling at the door. This should have been my first clue that something was wrong. Even a bumbling muggle should be able to open a door in less than twenty seconds.

It wasn't until Harry was half in, that the uncle opened the door.

Instead of being afraid, or shocked, he looked angry. "Petunia, he's escaping!"

Oh no. Harry's uncle had locked him here? Not Hermione? This changed everything. If his uncle locked him up here, it meant that those were just normal bars. That Hermione wasn't planning anything. Judging by the padlock on his owl's cage, Harry probably hadn't been allowed to write us letters! She didn't expect to see him until school started! I could have just waited for the summer vacation to end, and I could've killed him!

I had to get him out of the car and back into his uncle's grasp. Then we can fly off like nothing happened, and I'll come back in a few weeks to kill him.

Harry's uncle latched on to Harry's ankle.

"Drive!" I ordered the twins.

I glanced over at Harry, expecting his grip to release the car any minute.

It didn't. Instead, Harry's uncle let go, a fell into the bushes.

We drove off, Harry alive, in the car.

I glared at him, wanting to say something. I blurted out, "By the way, Harry," I began, before realizing I didn't have anything to say, "uh Happy Birthday!"

Yes I sounded like an idiot, and yes this whole thing was disappointing, but it didn't really matter. I'd have Harry in my clutches the rest of the summer. Distracting the Weasley's, and pulling Harry away should be easy.

Later that Morning

We quietly tiptoed in the house. The twins were being careful not to make any sound, and for a moment, I considered how funny it was that, to them, I was their brother, Harry was my friend, and the biggest issue on their minds was making sure they didn't wake their mother up.

Still, I didn't really like it here. I had unwittingly placed myself as the youngest boy, with a bunch of belittling older brothers. I had enough of, 'Aw look at Ron, isn't it cute the way he tries to bumble his way into being as good as me' from Harry.

Plus the house was a mess.

Harry had the look like someone had just told him he won the lottery.

"It's not much," I commented. "But it's home."

"I think it's brilliant!"

At first I thought he was being condescending, what with him being richer than I. Then I realized he was just being transfixed by a pan washing itself.

Whatever floats your boat.

"Where have you been?" A shrill female voice cut through the air.

Right, another thing I don't really like about this place.

I sat listening to her yell at us. I tried feebly to defend myself, but she cut me off, threatening to put bars on my window.

Witch.

Also, when she talked to Harry, it made my skin crawl. "Harry, how wonderful to see you." "Of course, I don't blame you, Harry dear." What did they see in him? He thought of himself so highly, and didn't even notice it. He wasn't smart, he wasn't overly brave, he couldn't do advanced magic, he was a jerk, he thought he was all that…

Sighing, I slumped off after she finished.

I had the house booby trapped, but because I had to make sure they couldn't kill any family members, they were highly ineffective.

Once my 'Dad' came home, he decided to question Harry, so I couldn't get him to myself, alone.

I did enchant the mail, however. Inside one of the letters was a poisonous gas that would only target Harry's DNA.

But the owl didn't even manage to get inside the house. As it slammed into the window, I heard a slight puff as the gas released, hurting no one.

Percy went out to get the mail.

Ginny was acting all blushy around Harry. To be honest, I didn't instill anything in them about Harry. I just made it so they would know who he is because I 'talked about him'.

For some reason, this made 'Mum' dote on him, and Ginny crush on him.

The letters were from Hogwarts.

Mrs. Weasley made a dumb comment. "There's only one place we're gonna get all this." Big pause. "Diagon Alley." Like we didn't know…

I placed a spell on the fire grate to engulf in real flames the first person to go in.

I knew that 'Mum' would let Harry go first, he was the guest.

'Course Harry didn't know how to use floo powder, which I reminded her.

Instead of telling him, she made me demonstrate! So, of course, I had to uncurse the grate.

The flame curse wouldn't work for a latent spell (along the lines of, in ten seconds, go off; or go of after one batch of fire; it just wasn't that kind of spell). What I could do was throw the floo network for our house off.

Again, it couldn't be lagged, but that wasn't a big problem.

I made it send the next two people a grate over, and sent myself through.

Once in Knockturn Alley, I quickly made a few traps around the room, before running out. I couldn't let Harry see me here, and I only had a few minutes to get to Flourish and Blotts to meet my 'family'.

As I ran out, I had the fortune of running into Astrida Malchentile, a wanted hit man. Or hit woman. She specialized in luring people away to kill them, though after a bad experience with giants, she wouldn't have anything to do with them.

"Hey, Astrida," I whispered.

She smiled up at me. "Can I help you young man?"

I nodded, making it quick. "I need you to knock someone off. 12 years old, black hair, blue eyes, round glasses, scrawny, my height." I pressed 20 Galleons in her hand. "I'll give you the other half when you finish. Meet me at the entrance between Diagon and Knockturn Alley when you've completed it. You're contract ends in half an hour. He'll be right outside Borgun and Burks." I didn't tell her that it was Harry Potter she was after, or she'd never take the job. It'd be too publicized with everyone around, but to be honest, I didn't care what happened to her so long as she killed Harry.

I'd do it myself, but with so many people around, it was better to have some low life get the public blame, while I get the official credit. I also limited the contract so she wouldn't follow us around afterwards or anything. This couldn't be traced back to me.

Our deal took about 30 seconds to be formed, and then I bolted.

I was a little late to Flourish and Blotts, but I told my parents that I had been distracted.

It was pretty easy, some celebrity had shown up and they assumed I was off getting an autograph.

Pft, as if.

A little later

Outside Flourish and Blotts

Hermione's POV

Even after my spells went off that Harry's home had been breached, it took me a while to track him down. I found Ron and his family in Flourish and Blotts, but Harry wasn't there, and they were worried.

I was too. I ran outside, prepared to do something, anything to find him, even if it meant blowing my cover, when I saw him coming over with Hagrid.

"Harry! Hagrid!" I called, relieved.

Instantly I sensed a curse on Harry. Diagon Alley was one of the safe zones that I was able to do complex spells in, like spell sense.

The curse in question was one that could only be placed on someone's hand, and only if the cursed item pressed really hard onto them. I mean really really hard. I can't imagine what kind of thing grabbed Harry's hand so hard in the last ten minutes, but that wasn't important.

I ran up to him, whipping out my wand. I realized too late that Harry would probably wonder why my wand was so obviously out.

"What did you do to your glasses?" I covered quickly. "Oculous Repairo." Nonverbally, I removed the curse. I only had to hope he wouldn't wonder why I'd done magic out of school.

"I definitely need to remember that one," he said, checking his glasses.

As we headed inside, I did a very slight memory charm on him. I didn't want him to remember it. What if he started fixing his glasses in the middle of summer, like I had done. Expulsion for sure.

Inside

Ron's POV

I saw Hermione enter with Harry. How on Earth had she got to him in time?

Then I saw Hagrid out the window, waving.

That would explain it. Hagrid = part giant = no help from witches who would have 'nothing to do with giants'. Great, Harry's luck is almost as good as protecting him as Hermione was.

I then watched, nauseated, as the celebrity, Gildoroy Lockheart, called Harry for a photo shoot.

At least this Lockheart character is famous for something. Actually, many things. All the crowds loved Harry for was the fact that some fluke happened when he was younger to temporarily take out Voldemort. And if what Harry said was true, than it wasn't even him, it was his mother.

Afterward, I noticed Hermione looked slightly flustered as she glanced at Lockheart.

She liked him, apparently. This irked me for some reason, but not enough to cast a hormone strengthening charm on her. This was just enough for her to act slightly irrationally where Lockheart was concerned, but not enough for her to notice. This would, hopefully give me a slight edge, but it probably wouldn't matter once we got to Hogwarts, as we'd probably never see Lockheart again.

Later we ran into Malfoy.

He basically just insulted Harry, then insulted me, and then my little 'sister', which made me bristle slightly, even though I didn't really care for her that much. Maybe it was just that Malfoy picked on her for being Harry's 'girlfriend' which was just wrong in so many ways.

Then his dad came over, and stupid me, I expected him to act professionally or at least like an adult. My mind wandered on ways to kill Harry.

"-vacant expressions, tatty, second hand book, you must be the Weasleys."

Vacant expression? Well excuse me for trying to find a way to bring the roof down on Harry, but spare you and your son. Idiot.

And I think I'll end it there. Sorry for the wait, especially after I promised a chapter soon. But ah well!

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