They decided to spend some time in the restaurant and forget completely about the stinking letter kept in a zip lock in Hermione's bag and just ate like a couple, discussing meaningless things like the weather and the great places they had been in because they were sure a waiter at the corner had been staring at them all day, and besides, he was the only waiter that had served him and had a strange habit of asking questions like where they were from frequently and laughing when they answered.As if he were making small talk, but with more personal questions.And since he could be an occulemen, and they were muggles then (which meant they could not block him out), they couldn't talk in their heads either.
And Hermione was now sure the people from the dark side had hired many of their people to follow them, but what confused her was why they were at every place they went.In the hotel, in this restaurant? and possibly spying on them right now...
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Luckily, time passed by very quickly and soon they were on the plane, and soon after, in Germany.
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"Granger, I think we should contact Kingsley."
"But he clearly told us not to."
Hermione bit her lip in deep thought.She was internally panicking at their fate."Would you rather be found by them and be killed while Kingsley had no idea about us? I'm sure when he said that, he hadn't expected this."
Malfoy sighed, almost exhaustingly."Okay fine, but what can we possibly do? Kingsley can't do anything about them finding us."
"It's not even about us, it's that what we know and have gets to Kingsley as fast as possible."
Hermione and Malfoy then proceeded to check into their hotel, which thankfully, didn't seem fishy like the last one and decided that after they contacted Kingsley, they would check out the hideout the very next day as well as try to find out about the papers they found in France.
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"Kingsley?"
The spell Hermione had used wasn't ever heard of, so Malfoy assumed she had created it, but it sure worked.
After Hermione had done a spell se said she knew, Malfoy was surprised to see a water like looking portal through which they could clearly see Kingsley in his office.Hermione had originally remembered how video calls worked, and based the spell on that, but it never came in handy.But however, she was grateful today that she did.
"Huh?" Kingsley got up and walked towards the portal.
"Miss granger? Mister Malfoy? Is that you?""Yes minister."
Kingsley was quiet for a moment.
"Well, this is brilliant.I was worried about your well being.I'm sure you got the letter and have seen for yourself?" He questioned.
"Yes we got it." Malfoy replied again.
Kingsley stared at them with a grim expression. "I hope you have thought of your next actions?"
This time Malfoy was quiet and Hermione started, "Yes, we are now in Germany.We didn't acquire much in France other than the fact that we are almost so sure who the new dark lord is."
At this Kingsley's eyes widened. "Wh-Well that is amazing! I am so proud of both of you! How did you do so? And who is it?"
"It's bellatrix's daughter." Malfoy replied in a dead tone.
Silence as Kingsley looked at them, confused. "Who?"
"We know that Bellatrix had a daughter, whom she had hidden from the war and in the safety of Lucius Malfoy in the Manor, but after the war, she was taken away, possibly to train her to be the new lord, as some papers say that we found in the hideout, it can either be bellatrix or her daughter since she was second in command after the dark lord himself." Hermione informed him.
Her explanation was met with a moment of silence as Kingsley thought. "I see...so Bellatrix lestrange broke out of azkaban and is assumingly with her daughter I suppose?"
"That is the most obvious, but we don't have a clue of what we may do now.They know how we- well, in our disguises, look and we can't change ourselves because this is permanent for a month and some time now."
"Well, I suppose all you can do is find out all you can, check their hideouts and immediately tell me if anything happens.Your main task is to find where they are, and what they are planning to do.Rest and the capturing of them will be done by the ministry itself."
Both of them nodded.
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THE CONTRACT
FanfictionHermione Granger, the wise president of the Ministry of magic. Ah, that sounds a title fit for an intelligent woman like Hermione herself. Her career is all she can focus on, it's the reason she's living so passionately. But will this final contract...