The Lonely Walk

4

December 5th 2007

I'm very tired.

Not much to say today, I apologise.

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June 10th 2004

Hermione found herself submerged under the scalding hot water, her bathtub filled to the full capacity, thoughts zooming around in her delicate mind, unanswered questions still dancing on the forefront, she wondered if she ever would discover the answers lying just past her grasp.

She was in the bathtub again as the meeting with the "spy" didn't go the way she presumed it would. However, Hermione did suppose that it answered one of her many questions.

She stood against the rock fence of a vacant memorial site, the stone carvings broken into smaller rocks, Hermione noticed a figure making its way over to her, with a slight nudge to herself she shoved herself off the fence, delicately fixing her skirt from where it rode up against the rock.

The figure was tall and surprisingly very muscular, he looked as though he was well-trained in that department- and then it hit her, like a truck.

It was him, the monster from the other night, standing right before her eyes was one of the deadliest Death Eaters in Voldemort's Army, but why would a trusted member of his ever find the need to help the order? The questions in her head swirled around for a moment before the sound of fingers snapping withdrew her from her curious mind.

"Hmm." he hummed, her head snapping forward to glance at the Death Eater standing before her.

"Not what I was expecting." the voice loomed around her, clearly hidden behind a voice changer charm.

"And what exactly were you expecting?"
She raised an eyebrow in his direction, seemingly unsure of what he expected from the order.

"Well, I didn't think they'd send someone so valuable to do their dirty work." he let out a barking laugh, the voice changer caused it to be deeper, making it sound like a growl.

Hermione was still confused about how he knew who she was, let alone how much she meant to the order She huffed without realising it, earning a tilt of the Death Eaters' head.

"I don't know what you're on about- listen. Do you have the information or not." she crossed her arms over her chest, and he trained his eyes to look down at her knee-high boots taking his time to fully scan her entire body. Hold on, did he just check her out? Hermione could have sworn she was dreaming it.

"Hmm," he hummed again then began to circle her, moving slowly around her as though he was trying to take in every fibre of her being. As if the look just before this wasn't enough for him?

Hermione felt as though her time was completely being wasted by this bloody idiot, still, curiosity burned through her veins and made it hard to not wanna learn more about the Death Eater circling her like she was his prey.

"I wasn't told that this would take all day, but it seems as though you need to inspect me thoroughly." squeezing her arms further into her chest before letting out a harsh sigh, dropping her hands to her hips, standing up taller to hopefully show more dominance.

"You are a feisty one, aren't ya?" she could tell he was close before but she didn't know how close until he bent down and whispered in her ear.

Hermione could hear a low chuckle from behind her, the voice changer made it distorted. He finally made his way back around to the front of her, the Death Eater reached into his robes to pull out a finely sealed envelope, it was beautifully wrapped in twine and stamped with black and green wax.

"This is all the information I can provide for the next two weeks as I will be scheduled to take off for a week." he straightened his robes, leaning in a bit closer than Hermione would've liked.

"I hope to see you again, Granger." as those words rolled out from his mouth, he was gone.

A wordless apparition is the only thing she could assume was used, with how quickly he was gone- did he say, Granger?

She shook her head again thinking it was just a play on her imagination.

She forced herself up as the water rushed off her, now sitting in the tub patting her sore eyes with a towel, she's got to remember to not open them too much while immersed in water. After a while of just sitting with her legs sandwiched to her chest, the water got cold and the thoughts died down for the night, she got out wrapping the red towel snugly around her body.

Casting a quick-drying spell, endlessly favoured that spell as she found herself always taking a bath and her hair is quite the bird's nest, Hermione slipped into a pair of black silk shorts and a white tank top that showed off her perky tits.

"bloody bird's nest." cursing at her hair has become a daily recurrence for her, it was either too frizzy or not frizzy enough.

Her tired hands fell to the side of her as she became more irritated at the mess she calls hair, frustrated, she grabbed a hair tie from her drawer and lazily pulled her matted hair into a bun, strands of loose hair falling from where she sloppily threw it up, she just didn't care.

August 1st 2004

Kingsley prepared an attack on one of the Army-based camps, apparently from the information the spy had given us, we now have the plans for Voldemort's next attack and coordinates to a base of Death Eaters who are seeking out Order members to take in for "questioning", that just meant torture and or death.

Hermione has been meeting with the "spy" for almost two months now, it's been very aggravating, to say the least.

It was said that the attack was going to happen on tomorrow's date, which meant she wouldn't have any more information until the day after since their "spy" wasn't able to meet again until he was back from wherever he fucked off too. Hopefully what he provided was enough to not get everyone killed, or worse, kidnapped and tortured.

Hermione was also informed that she was going to be needed in the field, apparently last week Hannah Abbott was injured badly at the hands of some new curse, the spy couldn't give us the information on how to reverse the curse and or prevent it yet.

She laid out her uniform, a jet-black long-sleeved shirt that had built-in padding, the thumb holes were Hermione's favourite part about them, jet-black cargo pants that hugged her waistline with a black belt lined with gold, pockets stretching all over the pants for her vials of healing potions, daggers and other smaller weapons, she kicked her lighter pair of combat boots over to where her clothes were laid out.

She flicked her wand towards her bed, the covers rolling down, pillows fluffed and ready to be slept in and that's exactly what she did, slept.

A nightmare crept over her slowly, trying to fight it off as best as she could, to no avail, it swallowed her whole. She was with him, he stood there in complete darkness, and no words dared to be uttered.

Then, the voice bounced around the dark walls she was surrounded by, piercing her ears with great pain.

"The plan will commence."

"You will not falter"

"The second"

"The second"

"The second"

The words being spoken to her slowly became angry screams, she was rattled from her sleep and drenched in sweat that left her bed sheets also soaked.

Fuck.