The Lonely Walk

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December 12th 2007.

I'm told to not do so much writing today but who am I to listen?

I had a dream last night, it was god awful, I thought it was truly happening until someone had awoken me, I wonder if the screams or the constant jerking was the culprit in their sleep being disturbed.

the dream has unfortunately slipped my mind, what's the muggle saying? In one ear and out the other? think that's it.
however, if I do possibly remember then I'll attach some extra parchment to this one.

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June 1st 2004

All the remaining Death Eaters had either cowardly run off back to their horrid master, or were on the ground, crying violently, pleading for our mercy. unbelievable.

Still, she couldn't understand how no one else noticed the tall lanky man staring at everyone from the shadows was still there, lurking. Still wearing the mask that's possibly seen more death than anyone else here, still gripping their wand tightly between their hand, but more importantly and maybe the most frightening part, is the gaze of their eyes burning, almost contently, into Hermione for what felt like hours.
but why?

Although the masked Death Eater was soundly lurking in the shadows in front of her, almost waiting for her attack from the moment they matched each other's gaze, she didn't, didn't even move a muscle in their direction.

Hermione was whisked away from her thoughts when Lovegood's hand rested upon her shoulder, she didn't flinch, anyone else with the right mind would have jumped a little at the unknown grip that has fallen upon their shoulder, not Hermione, not for awhile now.

"we've cleared the lot, the rest are probably telling the dark lord about this mess, we must be going." Lovegood sighed at the sight around them, carnage.

luckily they didn't lose anyone, everyone here came back to the castle in one piece. However, Hermione's mind wasn't focused on her blood-soaked robes or the fact that everyone got home safely, no, her mind wandered as she aimlessly got undressed in her bathroom, letting the clothes hit the tiled floor before running a scalding hot bath, she always felt better after a bath.
Or a cup of tea.

Hermione found herself submerged, she usually did this when there was something heavily playing on her mind, being underwater for long periods helped her think, it was almost like she could think more clearly when being attacked with pressure from all angles while still feeling like she was floating peacefully.

Why was he there? Why didn't he attack the group? Especially when they were most vulnerable, thinking they won, letting their guards down, triumph written all over their smug faces. He could have easily taken us out in one blow, at least two of us with one spell, but he didn't, he just, watched.

One of the deadliest Death Eaters to ever rise in Voldemort's army, to climb rank as fast as they did, with the most kills on their back, watched, watched them kill his fellow army. It tormented Hermione with curiosity, it filled her head with so many questions that would go unanswered and she didn't like that, she loathed not knowing, she despised being left in the dark about things that danced around her curious mind, she hated it, she wouldn't stand for it.

But here she is, basically drowning herself in her bathtub, thinking endlessly about a Death Eater who she must've fought a hundred times before, wondering.
Was he scouting? Could he be trying to find recruits to join and volunteer their service to the Dark Lord? why would anyone? Why would any of the order or the resistance members ever pass themselves over to that wicked leader? No, that mustn't be the goal in his lurking, then, what is it?

June 3rd 2004

Kingsley had set up a meeting with the order members the day before, he informed all the wizards and witches that he had a meeting with the "spy". He then urged Hermione to be the one who goes and talks to them, for the "first meeting" even when she knew that wasn't the case at all, he hid this from everyone for far too long and it was slowly creeping up on him, he threw this task on Hermione, uproar happened that day, of course.

Her memory swam to the day prior.

"what do you mean!? how am I bloody untrained for this type of task?!" Harry spat, flinging his hands up like a child not getting what he wants.

Hermione thought the same thing, what a child. She rolled her eyes slumping back into her chair to watch the fight between Kingsley and Harry roll on for longer than needed.

"Harry. If the meeting ever went wrong and you were killed, our whole army would falter!" Kingsley tried his best to reason with Harry even when he knew it was not going to work.

Hermione winced at the words, she tried not to let anything hurt or affect her anymore, not after gin. She shook her head at the thought of her beloved friend, Hermione knew what Kingsley was saying was true, But it doesn't stop the hurt of being called "replaceable".

"Oh, So, We can give up Hermione?" Ron cut in, He almost looked, mad.

Harry scoffed at it almost immediately, Just the sound of Ron's voice probably set him off, He sat up straight before continuing "Yes, She is." He spat, glaring in Ron's direction. If looks could kill then surely Ron would drop dead from the daggers being sent his way.

Scoffs circulated the room as Tonks and Ron disagreed with the ridiculous things coming out of Harry's wicked mouth, Tonks opened her mouth to give some input but Remus shook his head lightly at her, Her mouth snapped shut almost immediately. Sodding pathetic.

"It is done!" An unusual voice spoke up for once, rumbling the room from the force of his yell, Moody had enough of the rambling going on.

Hermione stood up nodding in his direction, almost thanking him for pulling her out of her misery of having to listen to complete idiots bicker about something. Harry's daggers were now sent in her direction, slumping far into his chair as he crossed his arms, huffing at not being chosen for what Hermione could only describe as an ineffective plan to help them win an impossible war.

She slipped on her grey long-sleeve shirt that was very tight on her skin, it hugged her curves perfectly, and the sleeves stretched past her palms with a hole that she tucked her thumb into, it felt nice to wear tighter clothes, she felt more protected that way. It also made her tits look great, it hugged the curve of her breasts. She laughed at the thought before sliding on a skirt that reminded her of the ones she use to wear when she was attending Hogwarts as a student, rather than living in Hogwarts to hide from war.

She rolled the skirt up a bit higher, tucking it in on itself before sitting on her bed, she yanked the knee-high boots on and whipped her wand in a small flick causing the zippers to do themselves up. Slipping her robe on with another slight flick, a raven robe with gold lining, a beautiful thing.

Off she went to meet with their "mystery spy", Hemione knew that Kingsley definitely knew who it was but to no avail, he wouldn't budge no matter how many times she asked, Kingsley had only told her it was a man and that they wanted their identity hidden. Great, more unanswered questions.