Confused by gl1346

Rating: G
Genres: Action & Adventure, Mystery
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 6
Published: 28/01/2007
Last Updated: 26/06/2007
Status: In Progress

Please don't be misled by the 'G' rating, this story should interesting for all
ages, even adults. Harry, Ron and Hermione are living together in 13 Grimmauld Pl. All have the
usual jobs, but something's wrong with Hermione! This is my first fic for Portkey, so please
review. Enjoy!




1. The Runaway
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**Confused** **By: Clean_Fics**

Disclaimer: I don't Harry Potter or its characters. That honor belongs to a certain J.K.
Rowling. Nor do I make any monetary profit out of this, although I hope to make emotional profit
seeing people enjoy my work.

Author's note to revised version: After I posted up this chapter I received a lot of
constructive criticism from a number of readers, and I'd like to thank all who did. Because of
this, I've re-done this chapter a bit. The story itself hasn't changed, just the layout of
it.


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Harry was confused. *Well wh**at else is new?* He thought. It seemed that for the past
23 years of his life he had always been confused about one thing or another. He sank deeper into
his chair, sipping his tea slowly- he had had too much experience scalding his tongue- and thought
back to see if there had ever been a time he hadn't experienced that feeling he was currently
experiencing.

When he was a kid, of course, it had been how his parents had died. He'd never really
thought the car crash was very viable, because why would he have remembered green light? It
would've been red light; either from the car in front of them or from the traffic signal.
He'd had no other choice but to believe the car story though, so he remained confused about
that.

Then, on his eleventh birthday, Hagrid had solved that mystery but brought along many more with
him. Now Harry was confused, amongst all the other confusing things wizardry brought with it, about
why him? Why had Voldemort tried to kill him? He remained confused about this almost until his 16th
birthday. Well, a month or so before, anyway. Even now he cringed as he remembered how he had
shouted at the kind old man who had helped him all his life and how he had broken many of his
things, especially now that he knew what they were. He was sure Dumbledore had simply
'Reparo'd' them as soon as he had left, but he still felt bad.

Over the next year was the confusion of Voldemort's past, which dove-tailed into what could
house his horcroxes. Once that confusion cleared he thought he'd be ok, but then he was
confused as to why people still hated him, at least on the Wireless and newspapers, while in person
they hero-worshiped him as much as ever. That in itself was confusing enough without any other
complications.

This had confused him for around five years until he had decided that it wasn't worth his
trouble being confused about. Now something else was confusing him, and he was afraid it may well
have been the most confusing thing he had ever been confused about. *Hermione.* He sat back
and sighed, placing his now empty teacup on the saucer in front of him. What had gotten into her
recently? After school the three of them had stayed together, converting the house at 12 Grimmauld
place into a somewhat decent place to live. Harry had gone on to become an Auror, as he had wanted
to, Ron was now a reserve Keeper for the Cannons, and wasn't doing half bad either. He had
actually been in the running for highest save percentage last year. Even though he hadn't won,
they had still seen it as a tremendous improvement over his touch-and-go performance at school. But
*Hermione.*

Hermione had started off great, just as everyone had expected. After Voldemort had been
destroyed she had immediately applied to St. Mungos Graduate School for Magical Medicine, hoping to
devote her life to helping the sick and making discoveries. She had progressed nicely and was into
her third year when suddenly she had begun to change. She seemed to lose interest in her work,
became a lot less social with everyone, and would come home and head straight to her room after
grabbing something from the fridge (one of a number of muggle appliances they had decided to keep
in their home, much to Ron's delight).

A few months later she had dropped out of school after speaking with one of the counselors. No
one knew what had been said behind the closed doors, but whatever it was, the school had given her
a "contemplative leave of absence" with a clause that she could return whenever she
wished provided she could commit herself once more to her duties.

Harry picked up the letter next to his cup, the latest source of confusion. He re-read it for
what must've been the sixth or seventh time, as if trying to find a deeper meaning in its
contents. He read:

*Dear Harry and Ron,*

*First off, I'd like to apologize for the way I've been behaving lately. I know
I've been anti-social, moody, grumpy, and just plain unbearable. I also know you guys are
disappointed at me for my situation at school. Well, I hope to fix that all. I'm going away for
a few weeks to collect myself, and I hope when I get back, things can be back to normal. Please
don't try to track me; I really need this time to myself. All my love,*

*Hermione.*

Harry shook his head, put the letter in his pocket and was rinsing out the cup when he heard the
screen door slam open. He was hopeful for a second until he heard Ron's voice,

"Guys! I'm home!" Harry went downstairs to meet him.

"Hey mate. What's going on?"

Sensing Harry's somber mood, he groaned.

"What is it Harry? Blimey, not you too?"

Harry smiled sadly, shook his head, took the letter out of his pocket, and handed it to Ron.

Ron read it slowly, read it again, then read it a third time and shook his head, handing it back
to Harry.

"Well, I guess it was a matter of time. She had been acting, you know, kinda weird lately.
It was bound to come to this."

"What are we gonna do about it?"

"Do? Nothing, just like she said. Just wait and hope for the best."

But Harry had started pacing rapidly, and Ron knew what that meant. He had seen that look
before.

"Look, mate, there's nothing we can-" but Harry cut him off.

"We can't just sit here doing nothing. In the state she's in- whatever that is- she
won't be able to protect herself. If she even took her wand, and I won't be surprised if
she forgot."

"Granted, but whatever's going on with her, she needs to face it alone. All we'll
do is get in her way and defeat her purpose."

Harry sighed. 'Frustration would be another mood to add to confused', he thought.

"But why? What happened? She was fine and then she just-" he threw up his hands.
"The least we can do is *try* to find her, just in case. To keep an eye on her, not to
interfere." he said, sensing what Ron was opening his mouth to say.

Ron sighed in resignation. "Fine." he said. "But she can't know."

"Agreed." Harry said, putting out his hand. Ron shook it, a hint of their old
playfulness back in effect. "But first" Harry looked up expectantly.

"Let's eat."


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Hope you guys liked this start-up chapter. I hate to leave you with only one chapter, so I hope
to upload the second very soon. I t's already written, as is the third, but I have to look them
over again. In general, just to warn you, my thing with updating is very touch-and-go. Some times
it may take me a while, while sometimes I may update multiple times in one day. It all depends on
my work load. Hopefully I'll find my first story interesting enough to work on it often, but
any support from you guys would be greatly appreciated. If you just want to give a quick comment (I
know Portkey's against that) just throw me an e-mail at cleanfics@gmail.com (it'll
automatically be forwarded to my regular address, so a quick reply is almost certain) and I'll
count that as a review. Thanks!

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2. Welcome to America
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**Thanks for your support everyone!** **8** **reviews in** **24** **hours was a lot
better than I expected! I have a beta now, so hopefully the small knots have been ironed out.
Please review this one too! Thanks :) Now, what's wrong with Hermione?**


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Hermione walked down the deserted dirt road, lost in thought. '*What
happened?**'* She thought for the thirty-second time- she'd been counting, caught
herself, chastised herself for being so stupid, and did it again. It was another way to get her
mind off of what was really bothering her. *Harry.* She had realized long ago that he was the
person with whom she wanted to spend the rest of her life, but she had no idea of knowing if he
shared those feelings, and she was afraid of chasing him away by asking and getting the wrong
reply. She had thought that she would be better off just keeping him as a friend, instead of
jeopardizing even that platonic relationship. Unfortunately, she realized too late, she had gambled
and lost. Not knowing one way or the other had eaten her up to the point where she couldn't
even work anymore. She lost all desire to do anything, even the things she loved the most. She
finally decided it would be best for everyone if she were to disappear for a little while until she
was ready to finally confront her fear and ask him out. So she had run. She hated leaving both of
them in the lurch like that, especially Harry, but she had had to. With a sigh, she started
thinking about her excursions that morning.


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She woke up extra early and packed some clothes and things, gingerly avoiding anything that
might remind her of Harry or school. She quickly wrote a letter explaining what she was doing,
carefully avoiding any indication of where she was going. Then, putting the letter in a place Harry
would find it when he got home, she went outside, took one long look at their house, as if trying
to imprint it on her mind forever, and left. Catching a bus to London (she specifically avoided the
Knight Bus, as too many people knew her there) she withdrew some money out of her Gringotts account
and changed it into muggle money. She took another bus to Heathrow airport and claimed the
round-trip ticket to Newark Liberty International Airport in New Jersey that she had bought three
weeks earlier. It had cost her a nice sum, but she had been saving up for a while. Now she took the
ticket from the smiling women, nodded when she wished her a nice flight, and got onto her
plane.

The flight itself was pretty uneventful, considering it was one of her first. The only time she
had ever flown before was to France, and that was when she was still in school. Her family had
decided to fly instead of drive since she'd never been on a plane before, and she'd loved
it. This time, however, she wasn't exactly flying for a pleasure trip, so she decided to just
use the time to sleep. She asked a flight attendant for a pillow, and was out in a minute.

Since she had gotten her sleep during the flight, she wasn't really tired when she
disembarked. If she had been, she might not have noticed the paintings on the wall as she walked
down the terminal. Even if she had, she wouldn't have noticed the slight glimmer on one of the
portraits. As it was, she almost missed it. As soon as she noticed it she stepped on one of her
sneaker's laces, pulling it loose. As she bent down to tie it, she examined the shimmering
painting more closely. It didn't look like anything a muggle device could have done, even one
of those projectors she always saw advertised, which meant there must be some sort of spell
involved here. The question was, which one? She racked her brains trying to think of any spells
that would produce this result, as well as the other question of 'What kind of spell would
someone put on a picture frame in an airport?' It could be an Apparating Assist spell, but then
why the glimmer? But at the same time, why would someone put a pan heating spell on a picture
frame? The whole thing was just too confusing, and she wished now that she had thought to bring
more of her books along with her. She hadn't exactly been planning to study, but maybe
she'd have been able to connect the two. Smiling, she started to unzip her bag when she
realized that her books were in her suitcase, and the only book in her carry-on was...

"Um, miss? Are you alright?"

She looked up to see one of the airport security guards standing there.

"You've been crouched like that for fifteen minutes. Are you planning on staying like
that all night?"

Looking flustered, Hermione stood up quickly, smoothing out her skirt as she did, and said,

"Oh, I'm sorry. I was just tying my shoelace and must've drifted off. Uh, thank
you, sir."

She walked off, conscious of the guard staring at her as she did and picked up her pace. As soon
as she turned the corner she slowed down and once again started thinking about that picture in the
galleries.


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She continued down the path, absorbed in her thoughts, now thinking about that picture. She
still couldn't figure out what type of spell had been put on it. There were only a few
possibilities, each as unlikely as the next. She wished that security guard hadn't come along,
it would have been much easier if she could just examine it more closely without having to explain
to anyone why. She berated herself for not trying to explain herself off as an art buff simply
interested in the painting itself, but suddenly stopped herself as she realized she was defeating
her own purpose. She had come here to relax and think, and that's just what she was going to
do. She turned around and started heading towards the house she had rented.

'*Upstate New York is great,*' she thought, '*I* *should come here more
often.*' It was quiet, but not deserted. The occasional car drove by, but it wasn't a
mad house like London was. Children played in the yards, but there were no booming stereo systems
to be heard. It was the perfect atmosphere to contemplate, and contemplate she would. She resolved
to get that strange painting out of her head, at least until this was all over.


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**Well, now we know what's wrong with her, but what about that painting? Or did I just it
in there for fun? Stay tuned...**

**Also, for those of you who read the original first chapter and not the revised one,** **my
thing with updating is very touch-and-go. Some times it may take me a while, and I mean weeks
(though that won't happen very** **often** **hopefully,) while sometimes I may update
multiple times in one day. It all depends on my work load. Hopefully I'll find my first story
interesting enough to work on often, but any support from you guys would be greatly appreciated. If
you just want to give a quick comment (I know Portkey's against that) just throw me an e-mail
at** **cleanfics@gmail.com** **(it'll automatically be forwarded to my regular address,
so a quick reply is almost certain) and I'll count that as a review. Thanks!**

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3. The Chase Begins
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**A/N: Hello again! I can't thank you guys enough for the reviews you've been giving.
I'd hoped to get a couple, but double digits already!!! Thank you so much guys (and gals)!
Please keep it up, it's really keeping me motivated! Now, back to England…**

**Confused: Chapter 3**

"She's just too smart for us!" Ron threw up his hands in defeat. They'd tried
everything they could think of. Asking the usual people, performing the usual counter-spells,
tracking spells, etc. but to no avail.

"Can't we just admit that and stop? It's not like she disappeared, you know. She
left us-"

"I know, I know." Harry cut him off.

"I'm sorry, but I've been thinking about what we haven't tried yet. Let's
think here. If you're Hermione trying to run away, and you don't want to found, what would
you do?"

"Well, I suppose I wouldn't do anything that could be tracked through magic, so
apparating, floo powder, and portkeys are out. She doesn't know how to fly, so no broom. That
leaves..."

"Muggle transport," Harry finished off. "She could've left in any cab, bus,
or whatnot and we wouldn't be able to track her through magical means. Non-magical tracking is
just as 'iffy', since she could've left anytime from a second after we went to sleep to
a second before I came home from work. So thinking about her choice of transport is out. Let's
think destination. What are her favorite places?"

Ron had to think for a while, so Harry answered his own question.

"Her favorite place is Hyde Park, but she loves the London Zoo, and, of course, shopping in
downtown London."

"Yes," Ron replied, "but that's just for recreation. We have to think long
term" his voice trailed off. Suddenly he looked up, exclaiming,

"Wait a minute! I remember, years ago, she once mentioned that she'd love to visit the
States and its magic community some day. Do you think...?"

For the second time in as many minutes, his voice trailed off. Harry hardly noticed, though.
Ron's statement had hit him like a thunderbolt.

"Ron" he said excitedly, "if we ever went to America, where would the one place
we'd absolutely have to go to?"

"Well, New York City, of course" Ron answered, catching on.

"So you think she flew there?"

"Well it's worth a shot."

Harry answered, reaching for his phone (another muggle device they'd retained) and calling
Heathrow, turning on the speakerphone for Ron's benefit.

"Thank you for calling Heathrow International Airport. My name is Todd, how can I help you
today?"

"Hi Todd, I'd like to know if you have a passenger list for all flights from this
morning going to all airports in the New York area."

"I'm sorry sir, but I can't just give out that information." Harry raised his
eyebrows at Ron and waved his hand over the phone, looking for all the world like a Jedi
Knight.

"Of course not, but I have special clearance, so you can tell me if Hermione Granger is on
any of those lists."

"Ah, yes, sir. Due to your security clearance I can tell you that a Hermione Granger was
indeed on a 10:30 flight this morning to Newark Liberty International Airport in New
Jersey."

"New Jersey? How far away is that from New York City?"

"Oh, approximately a half hour to an hour drive."

"Ah, yes, of course. Thank you. You've been quite helpful."

"You have a nice day, sir."

"Same to you" and he hung up.

Two seconds later they both burst out laughing. "'Ah, yes, sir. Due to your security
clearance' I can't believe you pulled it off. What was that little hand motion,
though?"

"It's from a movie called Star Wars. I'll show it to you someday. 'You've
been quite helpful' wow, I'll bet he's scratching his head right now trying to figure
out what just happened."

"Yeah, that was great." Ron's smile slowly faded, and he started concentrating on
the more important aspects of the call.

"Anyway, at least we know where she started now."

"Yeah. Let's start tracking her from there and see what we can pull up.


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Unbeknownst to them, however, at that very moment, a certain aircraft agent had just replaced
the receiver when he promptly picked it up again and dialed a local number. "Hi, Hermione,
it's Todd. The ball's started rolling. Hope all works out for you."


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3,500 miles away, Hermione put down the receiver, smiling to herself. Her plan was working out
fine, but now it was time for phase two. She pulled out the phone she had rented for her stay in
the U.S., dialed *86, entered her password, and left a message on an answering machine. She knew
that she was treading on thin ice here, but she felt she had to do *something*. She had known
that Ron would want to search for her immediately, but she was surprised that it had only taken
them this long to track her. They must've only have gotten home an hour or two ago, judging by
the time. Still, she was kind of relieved. This might make it easier when it all came down to
it.


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With a small pop of displaced air, Harry and Ron appeared in a deserted section of Newark's
parking lot. Dressed in dark suits, white button-down shirts and ties, along with the attaché case
they held gave the distinct impression that they were businessmen. This, of course, was the point.
They immediately went to the front desk where Ron asked the agent on duty for International
Arrivals while Harry "looked" around for traces of magic that might lead him to Hermione.
Although she had covered all tracks leading here, Harry doubted she had done so after she had
arrived. His spell detected a couple of witches and wizards as he had expected, but one
person's "signal" immediately struck him as worth investigating. Maybe it was
Hermione maybe it wasn't. Even if it wasn't Hermione, it might at least be a person who
could help them. He reached into his special-made jacket pocket and flicked his wand through the
material. The action itself looked like he was cleaning his jacket or something, but it did the
trick. That person, whoever they were, was now under Harry's personal tracking spell enabling
Harry to know where (s)he was at any given time. He now patiently waited for Ron to finish with the
desk agent, although for some reason Ron was chatting with him like an old friend.

About a minute later Ron turned around and said,

"Concourse E. This way"

He nodded with his head in the appropriate direction and they walked off. As soon as they were
out of earshot Harry asked,

"What took so long?"

"Well, you know that stunt you pulled with the Heathrow chap?"

"Yeah..."

"Well after you hung up he called this guy and told him what happened. The guy here told
him not to worry, that it was probably a legitimate request, but the Heathrow guy, Todd, told him
to watch out. Anyway, when I mentioned Heathrow it reminded him of that, and he told me the whole
story before giving me the Concourse. How did you fare?"

"Well, I found someone whose power ratings were high enough to be Hermione's, but I
couldn't see them. I'm tracking them, so whenever you're ready..."

"Of course I'm ready. Let's go."

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**A/N: Well, looks like I need to add another disclaimer. Star Wars and Jedi Knights are
registered trademarks of George Lucas and Lucasfilm Ltd. ©1977-2007 (Yay! 30 years!) I don't
make any money off of this.**

**I just want to explain the whole timeline as I know it can get confusing. Just remember that
England is at GMT (Greenwich/Global Mean Time) and the U.S.'s Eastern Time Zone is -5 GMT, five
hours behind England. With this in mind:**

Hermione Leaves: 10:30 GMT-05:30 EST (Chapter 2)

Hermione Arrives in US: 5:30 P.M. GMT-12:30 P.M. EST (2)

Harry finds the letter: 7:30 P.M. GMT-2:30 P.M. EST (1)

Ron reads letter: 8:30 P.M. GMT-3:30 P.M. EST (1)

Harry Calls Airport: 9:00 P.M. GMT-4:00 P.M. EST (3)

Harry and Ron Arrive: 9:30 P.M. GMT-4:30 P.M. EST (3)

Hermione's Walk: 10:00 P.M. GMT-5:00 P.M. EST (2)

I hope this clears it up. If you have any questions just leave a review or e-mail
cleanfics@gmail.com . See you guys next time!

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4. Moving In
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**Wow,** **how** **time flies! I had a** **writer's block on my Star Wars story
down at ff.net, and until my friend and Beta straightened it out I was stuck. I'm basically
alternating between the two stories, so update times may be a little delayed.**

**Also,** **I was going to** **spen****d** **more time and made this chapter longer
than previous ones. Please tell which you prefer. Obviously, the longer the chapter, the longer the
time it'll take. It's all up to you guys.** **I'm warning you in advance, this
chapter's a little slow, which is one of the reasons why it took so long** **to write. I
decided it was better to post this and not leave you guys hanging much longer. I'm going to
work on the next chapter now, though, instead of working on the SW one.**

**So... where were we? Oh, yes. Harry and Ron are tracking "someone of extreme
power."** **Before we get to them, though,** **let's drop in on Hermione
first...**


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1:00 P.M. EST:

Hermione felt the eyes of the TSA guard on her as she turned the corner, and moved quickly to
get out of his line of site. She hurriedly made her way to the baggage claim, where she picked up
her suitcases, rolling her eyes when she saw the label "overweight" in big red letters.
Apparently, her idea of "a few books" was considered to be over the limit allowed to
passengers, and she had been forced to pay a small fee to let it through. Performing the feather
spell, as she liked to call it, she peeled off the tape and went to look for a cab

After hearing the announcement that she shouldn't "use non-registered cabs" and
that "transportation agents are standing by to help" so many times that she wanted to
blast the speakers to smithereens, she finally found a cab that would take her to her apartment in
upstate New York. It turned out it was only an hour away, and even though the driver kept asking
her questions in a valiant, if not futile, attempt to make conversation, she managed to enjoy the
ride.

"Where are you going?" the driver asked for the third time. Hermione sighed, and then,
resigned to this ride told him the address.

"Oh, wow! That's really far out! What brings you there?" He had asked this exact
question a half-hour ago, and Hermione knew exactly where this was going.

"Oh, just visiting. I needed a vacation and my friends told me that that area's pretty
nice."

"Oh, yes. It is. Let me ask you something."

'I don't let' Hermione thought, but her British manners would never actually let her
say it, so she stayed quiet.

"You're from England I presume?"

"Yes."

"How is it there? I've always wondered. What do you do there for recreation?"

"Umm... Go bowling?" She wasn't sure what he was driving at.

"Oh." He sounded disappointed. Hermione wasn't sure exactly what he wanted to
hear, but apparently that wasn't it. He wasn't about to give up, though.

"Well, what about..." At that point Hermione stopped listening. She simply tuned out
his voice and settled back for the ride. He seemed to realize this and fell silent.

'Finally' Hermione thought, as they cruised down the New York State Thruway.

1:45 PM EST

The cab pulled up in front of a simple, two story white townhouse. As Hermione pulled out her
purse to pay the driver, the driver turned to her and said,

"By the way, you may want to look for yourself. You never know what may happen in a foreign
country."

With that he took the money and drove off.

'What was *that* about?' Hermione wondered as she climbed the short flight of
stairs leading to the house and rang the doorbell.

“Who is it?”

“Hermione Granger” she replied. “I came to look at your apartment a little while ago.”

The door opened to reveal a woman who strongly reminded Hermione of Mrs. Weasley. She was
wearing an apron (although there was no wand sticking out of it) and was drying her hands, as if
she had just washed them of whatever she had been doing until then.

“Well, good afternoon!" she said, putting the towel down. "Please come in. Yes, I
think I remember you. You're that English woman, aren't you? So, you've taken your
vacation then?” The woman, who had identified herself as Mrs. Heller, had told Hermione the first
time that she could have the apartment for a week or two at a very reasonable rate whenever she
took her “vacation” from work.

“Yes. I just flew in this morning.”

“So how long would you like the apartment for? The full two weeks?”

“Well, at least one, then we'll see about the rest.” It really depended on how she felt, so
she couldn't be sure one way or another. At the moment she just wanted to collapse. Not to
sleep, but to…well…collapse, for no apparent reason. Then maybe she'd go for a walk and start
thinking.

"Very well. Here, let me get your key. Won't you come in? Sorry about all this"
she motioned to the towel and her living room, which Hermione now noticed was quite a mess.
"We're in the middle of setting up for my son's 8th birthday party, and I just put the
cake into the oven. Would you like a cup of juice? That's all we have right now. My husband
just went out to do some shopping."

"Oh, yes, that's quite all right. Thank you." Very grateful for the offer,
Hermione walked in and closed the door behind her. Following Mrs. Heller into the kitchen and
accepting her glass of orange juice while she rummaged around a drawer, Hermione looked out the
kitchen window at the street below. It was empty, although that was probably because the kids
weren't home from school yet. She had heard a lot about this area from a co-worker, and she
hoped this place would live up to that image.

She was broken out of her daydreams as Mrs. Heller finally proclaimed, "Here they
are!" and held up a small key ring. "Now, this one over here is for the top lock, see?
And this one's for the bottom. It's already furnished, so enjoy!"

Thanking her, Hermione took her luggage and let herself in to her new temporary home. As soon as
she walked in she immediately switched into housekeeper mode. Some of the furniture needed dusting,
and the beds needed new linen sets. She immediately set down her bags, rolled up her sleeves, and
got to work.


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An hour later she stopped, looked down at her handiwork, and smiled, content. All the dust was
gone, and the chairs were neatly situated around the table. She had given the living room a
complete makeover, moving the couch so that it faced the window, giving her a great view of the
area. The desk was also now facing a window, and the sunshine illuminated it like a few hundred
LED's.

The bedroom had been similarly redone. The bed was pushed against the corner to maximize space,
and the night table was easily accessible from it. All in all, Hermione was very happy with her
work, so she threw herself on the bed and closed her eyes.


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5. The Chase Begins
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Confused: Chapter 5 by CleanFics (gl1346)

**A/N: Sorry about last chapter, although thank you all for your encouraging words (you know
who you are)! I guess, although I didn't mean it like this in the beginning, that the title
refers not only to H/R/Hr, but to the readers as well! (Not to mention me when I'm writing this
story :) )** **Also, I wanted to get this out, so it hasn't been beta'd. I hope it's
ok.**

**Just a quick continuity note, I've been using the word "concourse" to describe
Newark airport's sections. In reality they're called "terminals", just based on
how the airport's shaped. I'll be using the proper terminology from now on. Just wanted to
mention that. And now, without any further ado...**


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Day 1, 4:50 PM EST

*Flash*

Harry and Ron silently apparated into separate high-speed internet access terminals, got up, and
walked into the hallway.

"Where is he?"

"Or she" Harry appended. "Walking down this corridor to our right."

"What about the plane schedules?"

"Perfect. There's a 5:00 flight leaving from gate 25." He pointed at the
"5" sign above his head. "There's reason enough to be running."

Ron nodded, and they quickly started out in that direction. They were so intent on catching
their suspect that they didn't notice the woman staring at them from behind the internet access
booth, nor did they notice when she disappeared into thin air.


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"There! I see her!"

"Hermione? Where?"

"Right up... oh. She just turned the corner up there."

Running to the hallway that separated gates 20-40 from gates 1-19, Harry and Ron both turned to
find...

"A restroom???" Ron realized that this could be hopeless. Hermione, or whoever it was,
could easily apparate out without suspicion, making this chase a lot more difficult. He turned to
Harry only to find him smiling.

"What's so funny about this?"

"You're forgetting something."

"What?"

"She can run, but she can't hide. Remember?"

"Oh, yeah, right." Ron, recalling Harry's tracking spell, admitted sheepishly.
"Where is she now?" He asked, trying to recover.

"Still in the restroom, actually. Wait, she's moving out."

As he spoke, a woman walked out, carry-on in hand, and Harry heard a little alarm go off in his
head. He signaled to Ron who turned and said to her, "Excuse me ma'am."

She turned, but when she Ron and Harry her eyes grew wide. She kept her composure, though, and
said, "Yes?"

"Sorry to disturb you, but would we be able to speak with you for a moment? The name's
Weasley, by the way, and this is my partner Potter. We're with MI6."

Harry raised his eyebrows internally at Ron's name-dropping introduction, but his eyes
revealed nothing. The woman's expression remained the same as before, as if unfazed at being
confronted by England's Finest.

"Oh, of course. How can I help you.. Officers?" she finished off, unsure of how to
address these men.

"'Gentlemen' will do. Now please, this way." Ron motioned to the now-empty
Gate 25, the flight having left around three minutes before.

They took seats next to each other while the woman sat across from them. As soon as she was
sitting she said, "Ok, let's drop all pretenses. What do an Auror and his friend want from
me?"

This time Harry decided to step in. "We're searching for our friend Hermione
Granger." he reached out through the weak mental link established as a side effect of his
tracking spell, but it was unnecessary. She immediately answered,

"Yeah. What about her?"

Harry knew they had to tread carefully here. If this woman- whose name they didn't even
know- was in league with Hermione, she might alert her and cause this whole operation to be
rendered worthless. He spoke up, choosing his words carefully:

"We know she chose to go on a vacation for a little while. However, we're not sure if
she's in the proper state of mind to just be roaming around a foreign country like she is.
Therefore we'd like to observe her and make sure she's all right. Do you know where she
is?" He held his breath and waited for her reply. It seemed to take a while, but finally she
stood up, and pulling a business card from her pocket, said,

"The name's Sarah Goodman. Pleased to meet you." With that she mouthed the words
*'follow me'* , and vanished. Without a word Harry and Ron followed suit.


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The street was quiet. *Too* quiet, some would think, had they been walking down it at this
time. Even though it was the middle of the day, not a sound could be heard. Not a car, for no one
in their right mind would ever drive down here. The locals had known it for years, and visitors
were immediately warned by locals if they ventured too close. Nor could the sounds of birds, dogs
or cats be heard. They too, by whatever instincts led them to survival, knew to stay away. It was
*too* quiet. But not for long.

One man knew this as he stood inside of one of those many derelict buildings. He himself was a
large part of the reason that no kid came close enough to walk on this street "just to say he
had." He had his reasons to want his own perverse form of privacy, and he had the means to get
it. Neither Police nor the AMP (American Magic Patrol) would ever expect this derelict old building
to carry the responsibility it did, not that they'd ever checked. After all, there were so many
of these kinds of buildings scattered throughout the street, what was one more?

The man checked his watch. The numbers 22:02:35 and 17:02:35 blinked back at him from two sides
of the timepiece. Robert was late. He frowned. He didn't like it when people were late. It got
on his nerves. Finally he heard a small 'pop' come from somewhere off the side of the
house. He ran over there and immediately said,

"Pipe that down. Do you want to be caught? You're late. It better be good."

The man, dressed in all black, knew he should be used to this treatment by now, but somehow one
never got used to being abused by, well, by Him. Instead he explained,

"I'm sorry, sir. I haven't got this army time down. I apologize ."

"What!?!? That's your amazing excuse? How hard is it to take the number and subtract
the hour by twelve?! You know full well why we have to work in 24-hour time. Now, report!"

The unfortunate sentry snapped to attention.

"Sir! 683-948 detected. Tracking procedure has been initialized. Request further orders,
sir!"

His superior looked please. "And just where is this 638 located?"

"Upstate New York, sir. Approximately 35 miles North of the City, sir!" He had an
exact address, but wasn't about to give it so soon. Fourtunately for him, the point wasn't
pressed.

"Dismissed" was all he said before dissapearing into the house. The sentry paused for
a moment before following him inside. He stared into the night, smiled, and walked inside, leaving
the street as empty and deserted as before.


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**Uh-oh! Who** **are** **these people? Well, here we are, Chapter 5. Next chapter
I'll start tipping my hand a bit, maybe... ;) ;) Please, please, please review, even if you
already have on previous chapters. It really keeps me going. (Plus, it makes up for the lack of
reviews on ff.net :( ) Thanks guys!**

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6. Lost and Found
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**I would like to express my highest condolences to the families of the victims of the Virginia
Tech massacre. As those involved attempt to return to normal life, though they know that it will
never be the same, our hearts and prayers go out to and with them. May G-d only allow good news in
the future for all them and us all, may G-d console the families of these victims, and may G-d
bless America and her citizens.**

**A/N:**

**Sorry about the delay, but I have a surprise for you! A double-feature! That's right.
This one is over 2,000 words, excluding the Author's notes, totaling it at 2609! A lot of
confusion will be cleared, but I haven't revealed all ;). Enjoy, and please review. I can
almost promise you that the more reviews, the faster the next update.**

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**Confused: Chapter 6** **by CleanFics (gl1346)**

Day 1, 4:18 PM EST

Hermione woke up to an orchestra rendition of Beethoven's Ninth. An instant later she
realized it was her phone ringing and picked it up.

"Hello"

"Hi, Hermione, it's Todd. The ball's rolling. Good luck." *click*

Hermione smiled. 'Good, so they're on their way. I hope this works, 'cause if it
doesn't, I'm really in trouble.' She sat up, remembering that day not so long
ago...


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Day -4, 3:22 PM GMT

Heathrow International Airport: British Airways customer service

Hermione wandered through the house, lost in thought. She was planning for this "great
escape" as she called it, and it had to go smoothly. Going over the thousands of permutations
in her head, she tried playing out the scenario.

"I leave a note, I leave, I get there, they get home, they come chasing me. But how will I
know when?" After thinking for five minutes, she came up with a plan. She quickly apparated to
Heathrow and went up the customer service counter. An agent came over to her.

"Good afternoon. How may I help you?"

"Hi, my name's Hermione Granger. Can I ask you for a huge favor?"

He cracked a smile. "You can always ask. Whether I'll do it is a different
story."

She smiled and went on. "I'm going on a trip soon, and I'm afraid a couple of
people are going to follow me. Oh, not maliciously," she added quickly, seeing his hand
reaching for the phone, no doubt to call the police, "they're friends. I just want to take
this vacation alone. The thing is, they're probably going to call and ask if I was on a
flight."

"Oh, don't worry about that, ma'am, we never give away information like that over
the phone." But Hermione was shaking her head,

"I'm sure you don't, but my friend's an, umm, accomplished hypnotist, and he
might get it out of you."

Now the man was starting to look amused, and Hermione sighed and handed him a slip of paper

"Look, if it happens please give me a call at this number. It's a local call
that'll forward to my cell phone there."

"Ok, Miss Granger, but what if one of my colleagues picks up the phone?"

"Well, you'll be able to tell if they're hypnotized, so you know what? Here's
the signal. If they call you, call me Hermione, and if it's your partner, call me Miss
Granger."

"Ok, that sounds fine. I hope whatever it is you're doing works out."

"Yeah, me too. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Next!"

Hermione then walked off, satisfied with how that had gone, found a quiet corner, and went
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So, they had come after her, and used suggestion magic to boot. She quickly followed the plan
she had set up weeks ago and twirled off to the pre-programmed location


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4:22 PM EST

Residence of Mr. and Mrs. Josh Goodman

Sarah was sitting at her dining room table chatting with her husband at the recently-completed
dinner table when they heard the knock on the door. Although they usually had a no-disturbing
policy during this time, Sarah got up from her chair and went to answer it, answering her
husband's questioning glance with a reassuring one of her own. Opening the door, she broke into
a huge smile.

"Hermione! Great to see you! Hey, Josh, come quickly, it's Hermione Granger!"

This outburst was, of course, pre-planned, but Josh Goodman wasn't to know of the secret
meetings between his wife and her childhood friend. The FBI agent knew of his wife's
"witch-hood," and, unlike the TV show, had full respect for it and its advantages. As
such, he knew of Hermione's family and had even had the opportunity to meet her parents during
one of their vacations. This visit was a surprise for him, but he supposed these witches didn't
have to worry to much about air-fare.

Josh listened as his Sarah and Hermione carried out an animated discussion.

"It's so great to see you!"

"You too! How long will you be in for?"

"A week, maybe two."

"Oh, that's all?"

"It might be longer. Depends on what happens."

"Ok, but will we be able to see you much?"

"I don't think so. I'm probably going to be busy the whole time. That's why I
came over now."

"Oh, that's too bad. Josh?" She now turned to face him and saw him leaning against
the door and laughing.

"Yes, you go and have a good time. I'll clean up."

"Oh, no need for that." Sarah interjected. She snapped her fingers and the dishes all
cleaned themselves off, the remainder of the food finding the garbage can, the dishes flying into
the sink, washing themselves and setting themselves in the drain board. Josh simply stood there and
mouthed "thanks" as they walked out the front door.


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Robert stood at attention as he waited for further orders. He hoped it wasn't what he never
wanted to do, but with Him, one never knew. Suddenly, He turned to Robert and exclaimed,
"Don't you know anything?! It's 683-336! 948's are our female cadets. And it's
2*6*7, not 2*8*7. Oh, never mind. You'll never get it anyway. Where is she." He
was more interested in obtaining information then in punishing Robert, so he allowed him to ramble
on.

"Currently at her temporary 784, sir. Shall I dispatch a team?"

"Yes, unit E-3."

"Unit E-3, sir?" Unit E-3 was the best of the best, and were only deployed for special
operations. Robert didn't know why they were being deployed in a standard terror operation like
this, and he didn't dare open his mouth, except that the Code required confirmation when
deploying E-units.

"Are you deaf as well as dumb?! I said E-3, did I not?" Unfortunately the code said
nothing about how polite the confirmation had to be.

"Yes sir" he said in one breath, and disappeared.


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05:03 PM EST

Tool shed of Mr. and Mrs. Josh Goodman

"So you know where she is?"

"I know where she is right now. I'm not sure where she's staying, though."

"Well, could you tell us that?"

"I told you, she asked me to be her decoy since I'm an AMP officer, and thus my power
ratings are higher than most. She obviously doesn't want to be found, so how can I tell
you?"

"You know I can find out just by

searching your brain. Why not just tell us?"

"Because I know you won't."

Harry sighed. She was right, of course. Once Harry was convinced a person meant no harm, he
would never use the link to extract information against the person's will. It was comments like
that that had kept them here for the past ten minutes.

"Can I at least see her so that I can trace her?"

"And be able to pick her brain, too? Isn't one enough?" For some reason she was
extremely sensitive about that mind link. The only thing keeping Harry from blowing up at her was
his Auror training, which was why Ron had stopped talking a long time ago. He took a deep breath,
blowing out as slowly as his next statement came out.

"No, I'm not going to make a link because I trust her. I wasn't sure who I was
tracking before, hence the link. Since I know who Hermione is, no link. Ok?"

Sarah sighed, wondering why in the world Hermione had to come up with such an elaborate scheme
for so simple a task, but hey, that's what friends were for, wasn't it?

"Very well, follow me."

She led them out of the broom shed to the kitchen window, through which they could see Hermione
talking with Josh about the recent headlines and how his department was reacting to them.
Immediately Harry breathed a sigh a relief, let out a breath, and, pulling out his wand, cast the
tracking spell. This done, he turned to Ron and said,

"How about getting out of here before she comes back."

"Good idea" he responded. They both turned to Sarah, who was looking a little
uncomfortable at this point.

"Thank you very much" Ron started off, "We know what it meant for you to do this,
and you made the right decision. We'll just make sure she's ok during her stay here. We
won't intrude on her privacy, we promise."

She sighed and nodded.

"I guess I feel better knowing she's being watched. Just take care of her,
ok."

They both smiled, about to assure her that they would, when they heard the screen door slam.
They quickly ran back towards the shed, muttering invisibility spells under their breath.
Thankfully they reached it in time and, looking out the small square of light in the back of the
shed, saw Hermione about to leave the house.

"Ok, I'll see if I can drop by later. Tell Sarah I'm sorry I wasn't able to say
good-bye to her."

"Ok, will do. Good luck and have a nice vacation."

"Thanks. I'll try." With that, she spun around and disappeared.

At the same time, Harry felt a small tingle telling him that same fact. When he had designed the
spell he had realized that there might be times when he wouldn't want to pop out right next to
the person, but rather in a hiding place nearby, so he and a number of highly-trained friends had
built a tricky feature into it where you could see a layout of the area in your mind's eye and
pick a place to go. It took a lot out of a person, but it had been worth it. The basic design was
Harry's. He had always loved video games as a kid. Not so much playing them- as if Dudley ever
let him anyway- but watching them being played. The Dursley's had thought that his constant
staring was due to jealousy, but in reality it was fascination at how they worked. When he had
grown up and leaned the art of personal spell-making and casting*, he started designing extremely
graphical spells in nature.

*I know it's against etiquette to put a note in the middle of a story, but I have to make an
exception her. Personal Spell Design is my own little invention so that Harry can use spells that
shouldn't exist. Essentially, each individual witch or wizard, if powerful enough, can create
their own spell and incantations, but only that wizard can use them. The reason for this is that
the spell exists only in their mind, so only that mind can cast the spell. Multiple people may
create the same spell, however, and each would have the ability to use it. And now back to your
regular reading...

His tracking spell was no exception. It had the ability to see the person as a dot on a map,
Marauder style. That wasn't so surprising, considering that the last remaining Marauder had
helped him build it. Remus had spent a lot of time explaining how the map had worked, something
which Harry was very thankful for. This was one of favorite spells, and he used it quite often.

He now checked it to see where Hermione was now, and was surprised to see her in a small house
in a rural area. After thinking about it for a little, however, he realized that that sort of
lifestyle might actually suit her, and he might consider it if they ever... 'Hey! Where did
*that* thought come from?' Pushing it out of his mind he told Ron where she was, eliciting
raised eyebrows from him. Holding onto Ron's hand, he then performed an assist-apparation and
transported both of them to a safe street corner close by where they could see but not be seen.


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8:08 PM

3.6 meters away from where Harry and Ron are standing

Unit E-3 stood at a street corner where they could see the target area without being seen by the
target. The attack was slated for twenty-four hours, and since the witch in question was known to
be extremely cautious and, well, good, the attack had to be planned very precisely. Surveying the
layout of the house would take about that long and they wanted to get started. They were extremely
tempted when they had seen her going for a walk earlier, but protocol dictated that they carry out
the mission appropriately. Later they saw her re-enter her residence and retire for the night.

Invisibility boosters were activated, tents set up, and planning began.


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When they saw Hermione come home from her walk, Harry knew something was wrong, but Ron finally
convinced Harry that there was nothing they could do and that they might as well go home and wait.
Both of them feeling much better, they spun around and went home.


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**A/N: So, the plot thickens and andreneline starts pumping (well, not really). Remember, this
is rated G, so don't be so scared. The problem is that I realized school's coming to a
close and there's no way I'll be able to write this in college, so I have to start wrapping
it up. At this point, I'm guessing ten chapters, but that's still up in the air. I hope you
were happy with this chapter, please tell me. Thanks guys.**

**Oh, and before I go, here are the codes translated. From now on they're all going to be
in the end-of-story note, and I'll make sure not to write any spoilers before them. There may
be some after, so be careful!**

**Basically, it's all based on a phone. For example,**

**"6" = '****m****','n', or 'o',**

**"8" = 't','****u****', or 'v',**

**"3" = '****d****','e', or 'f',**

**so 683 = mud, obviously a rude hint towards Muggle-Born.**

**336 = FEM, or female, telling which kind of muggle born.**

**948 = WIT, or Women In Training, their female recruit system,**

**267 = AMP, the American Magic Patrol first introduced last chapter. In this context, however,
he means** **B****MP, or** **British** **Magic Patrol, which, of course, doesn't
exist, but Robert doesn't know that.**

**784 = QTH, or the term used by amateur radio operators (like me) to speak about a location.
For example, "I'm reaching my home QTH, I'll talk to you later."**

**One last thing, I know people are going to ask this, so I'll say it now. The disillusion
charm, though quick, is not fool-proof for a stationary person who's trying to hide from
someone like Hermione, so a more complicated one was necessary.**

**Thanks for reading everyone! See you next time!**

**- CleanFics, gl1346**

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**A/N:**

**OMGosh, I am** **sooo** **sorry. Ok, I sounded like a girl there (no offense), so
let's try again. I'm really sorry for the delay, but our cultural education system has
created the Devil Incarnate, a.k.a Finals, along with his demons, studying. Anyway, I had
absolutely** **no** **time whatsoever to write, although that probably had less to do with
studying and more to do with the fact that I was making a movie during my spare time (autographs
later :) ). So here's #7, sorry it's so short. I realized I don't have much plot left,
and I wanted next chapter to have all of the, well... don't want to give it away, now, do I?
Anyway, we'll see how many more there are, as we are drawing to a close (aww...).
Enjoy!**

Harry Potter and all related people and items are copyrighted and registered trademarked to J.K.
Rowling and Warner Brothers. I get absolutely no fiscal benefit from this story, though I do get
emotional benefit from other people's enjoyment of it. c.148


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Confused: Chapter 7 by CleanFics (gl1346)

**Day 2; 7:25 AM GMT**

Harry woke up, looked at the clock, and jumped up. For the first time in his career he'd
overslept. He turned around to find a note from Ron on the night table.

*Hey Harry, didn't want to wake you. I told your boss what happened, and he was very
sympathetic. See you around* *J*

- *Ron.*

Harry smiled in spite of himself. *He* was his boss, so it was kind of an in-joke. At any
rate, now wasn't the time for jokes. He had to get to the office and quickly. Activating his
counter-spells to turn off all ministry security defenses, he apparated into his office.

“Anything happen while I was gone?” he asked his secretary.

“No, sir. Just the standard intelligence reports on your desk. I'll get you your
coffee.”

“Thank you.”

Harry went back to his desk to take a look at the reports. There were the standard updates on
the various neo-death eater groups, which he just scanned over, until a certain paragraph made him
double-back.

Name: *Unknown*

Location: *Newark, New Jersey, USA*

Main objective: *Standard NDE activity, with emphasis on foreigners*

Muggle Connection: *Most stay away, knowing of an unknown danger.*

Last known operation: *Upstate New York, Recon of unknown target*

Action being taken: *Standing by for further info*

Something struck him about that group. Although “unknown” groups crept up all the time, and the
term “Standing by for further info” usually meant nothing, he usually didn't think twice about
it. Most countries were responsible for their own wizards, and countries didn't get involved in
each others' affairs. But now, now something was different. Hermione was in trouble, and he was
going to do something about it.


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**Day 2, 12:45 PM EDT**

Hermione got up, got dressed, and went out to the park she had heard about in the flyer. Walking
around, she finally got a chance to think. What would happen if she asked and he said no?
Wouldn't that just destroy whatever they already had? But if he said yes, they'd be all
that better off. So what to do? She realized it was a gamble. She had no idea how he felt, and it
could either get better or a lot worse. Then was the issue of whether a girl was supposed to
propose at all. Wasn't that the boy's job? But in this case the boy obviously had no
intention of asking, so wasn't this an exceptional case? It was all too confusing. And as she
pondered her plight, she was so involved she didn't notice the pair of eyes following her from
the bushes.

After an afternoon of introspection, Hermione returned to her apartment. Opening the door and,
once again, collapsing on the bed, she tried, in her organized way, to sum up what she had just
thought of.

1. It was up to her.

2. She had to act quickly, before he started dating seriously.

3. She had to be ready to accept the consequences, even if it meant having to move out of the
house.

With this last thought in mind, she let the jet lag kick him, and dropped off.

As soon as they sensed the sleeping figure inside, the team sent to take her out jumped into
action. They set up a perimeter and prepared to infiltrate the area. Their scan for protective
shields proved positive, and they got to work dismantling them. It would take a while, but in only
a few short hours, the woman who had assisted in the termination of their Master would be gone.


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**Day 3, 2:00 AM GMT:**

Harry paced his office, back and forth. To act, or not to act, that was his question.
Technically he was breaking international regulations, but on the other hand, this was
*Hermione* they were talking about. Was it worth it to keep a few rules and lose the life of
his almost life-long best friend? He finally breathed a sigh of relief as Ron walked into his
office.

“What's up, mate? It must really be important for you to call me out this early”

“Oh, believe me, it is. I know you're going to think I'm being paranoid, but I think
Hermione's in real danger.”

“Does this have anything to do with yesterday?”

“Everything. I tracked her to the same location as a Neo-Death Eater group, and”

“You think they're after her?”

“Well, the evidence does seem to point towards it and…”

“Come on Harry. Just because some Neo group decides to check out a supposed Muggle doesn't
mean they're going to attack her.”

“You don't understand, I…”

“Harry, I hate to say it, but you're pushing to be the hero. In this case I don't
think…”

“Ron, you don't understand. I wasn't going to say anything, but…”

“Fine. What is it.” It was more of a statement than a question.

“You know that note I showed you?”

`Yeah. What about it?”

“Well, actually, there was something I didn't tell you.”

“What was it?” Ron was starting to get a little more worried now.

“That wasn't the only letter she wrote.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” and here Harry had to pause for breath. “That Hermione wrote a second letter.”


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**What did it say? What impact does that have on the danger Hermione's in? Next Chapter
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