The New Case: Part One

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"Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in our hearts." - Winnie the Pooh
(This quote kinda goes with this chapter. It will be subject to change in the future)

Hermione's POV
After a long day of work and replaying this morning's events in my head, I get home and just lie on the couch for awhile. Earlier I had asked Mrs. Weasley if I could pop by and grab some books I had left there along time ago, so I get off my wonderfully comfortable couch and disapperate to the Burrow.
When I arrive, I see that Harry and Ron are at the dining table discussing some matter.
"'Mione! Didn't know you were coming today." Ron said.
"Well I came to get some books I left here awhile back. What are you and Harry talking about?" I questioned.
"Um just our new case we got at work. It's not looking good so far." Harry replied.
"Oh, what happened." I curiously stated hoping to maybe help. I've always wanted to become an investigator if I wasn't a Healer.
"A wizard has killed three people in the wizarding community. All the victims were muggle-borns." Ron said hesitantly.
"We've been checking the deatheaters who are in Azkaban and cross checking them with any escapes." Harry explained.
"We haven't come up with anyone yet though." Ron said while eating some snack that came out of nowhere.
"Well I don't know how I can help but if you need something I'll try. You know where to find me but I need to get my things." I told them.
I go up stairs and grab my things. Once I'm sure I have everything, I apparate back home. I keep thinking of ways to help Ron and Harry, but I can't seem to come up with anything other then to wait and see if anymore information is found. Suddenly a certain blonde Slytherin pops into my head as I remember our conversation (or lack there of).
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Sorry this isn't a full update. I've just been swamped with school work and trying to get sleep. I'll try and update a full chapter soon but I hope this will suffice for now.

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