Dramione: The Kill Task

2 ✧ The Researcher

[Hermione]

18/07/97

I struggle with my luggage through the door of 12 Grimmauld Place. Finally the door slams shut behind me. I drop my two trunks and take a deep breath. Home sweet home I guess.

"Hermione!" Tonks, with now purple hair, exits the dining room and in her rush trips on the umbrella stand adding yet another dent. "I didn't know you were coming," Tonks says paired with a hug. 

"Surprise then," I say pulling out of the hug. "Who all is here?"

"Well you know this place, it's always changing. At the moment Sirius, Moody, Kingsley, Remus and I are here, but only Sirius, Mundungus, and Moody are living here. There always seems to be someone else crashing on the couch though. Someone, mostly referring to me and Remus." I feel my face genuinely light up in the presence of Tonks. She's always full of this energy that just has its way of making me smile.

"Care for someone to crash your couch crashing," I joke.

"I need another witch in this house. All these wizards, I'm about to be driven insane."

"Sounds like I'm here just in time."

The door swings open hitting me hard. Cursing under my breath I rub where the handle hit my ribs. I'm definitely going to have a bruise there. I look over as the abuser squeezes through the door. 

"Bloody hell. Who stands in the entran- Hermione! What are you doing here? I thought you were spending your summer with your parents," Ron knocks my trunk out of the way with the door and gives me a big hug.

"Let the rest of us in Ron," I hear Mrs.Weasley scold.

"Right, umm." He picks up my trunk blocking the entrance and carries it into the house. I grab the other one and follow trailed by Tonks. 

Soon Mr. and Mrs.Weasley managed to stuff themselves all into the tiny entrance way, but that didn't last long as Mrs.Weasley quickly made her way over.

"Hermione dear, we weren't expecting you to be here," I'm pulled into my third hug of the past five minutes by Mrs.Weasley. 

"Hello Hermione. Great to see you," Arthur gives me a fatherly one armed hug. 

"Nice to see you too Mr. Weasley."

"You two go catch up upstairs. I'll call you when it's time for dinner," Mrs.Weasley says.

"Can't we sit in just this once?" Ron whines. Sit in on what? We're allowed in order meetings if we want. We decided that two years ago now.

"I'll stop bringing you if you keep complaining. You know the answer; absolutely not, you're much too young." Mrs.Weasley says sharply. 

The door opens but we're shooed upstairs by an annoyed Mrs.Weasley before I get a chance to glance at who it is. Ron leads the way to my old room carrying both my trunks. 

"What was that about?" I ask while sitting down on my bed.

"They started a secret, not-so-secret council over sixth year and forgot to invite us. It's like the bloody summer before fifth year all over again. They're treating us like children again."

"Moody knows that we need information if we want to find Horcruxes."

"Apparently they talk about things that don't bloody concern us in that matter. The less we know the better because we could be captured, but I've managed to listen in on a few meetings and they bring us up every two bloody seconds."

"Who all is in it."

"Who you'd expect. Moody, Kingsley, Sirius, Remus, Tonks, Mom, Dad, and McGonagall."