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Summary: Hermione Granger is nineteen years old and has graduated from Hogwarts. She and her best friends are members of the Order of the Phoenix. Hermione meets with a Deatheater spy to help bring about the downfall of Voldemort and his supporters. Thing go awry when The Spy kidnaps Hermione and the final battle draws closer...

Authors Note: Hey all! :) I hope that you enjoy my story and if you do please review or e-mail me to let me know! Oh and because I couldn't think of a better title I thought that the Perfect one would be Hermione Granger because this is a story about her after all!

Hermione Granger

Chapter 1

The cold breeze tickled the back of her neck. A shiver ran down the length of her spine and a feeling of unease settled around her. Though it was a warm summer's night, no lingering heat from the day survived in this dark alley. She pulled her light summer robe closer around her and hastened her step. She kept one hand in her pocket tightly holding her smooth wand, never letting it fall from her grasp. Though the alley was empty, save for her, she felt a presence behind her. Again she lengthened her stride hoping to reach the main street beyond, but the longer and quicker she walked the further away safety seemed.

She knew better than to walk down a dark alley by herself especially in these dark times. Nevertheless, often in a war people are forced to do things that they would otherwise not have done. As a member of the Order of the Phoenix, she had certain duties that needed to be fulfilled and certain tasks that needed to be completed.

Tonight she once again met with 'The Spy'. Who he was she did not know and it was this that disturbed her the most. He was a Death Eater she knew, and he was a very important one at that, otherwise he would not be privy to most of the information that he divulged to her. They had been meeting for months in obscure places for their meetings and she knew that there was always a certain amount of danger involved. However, this was the first time that she felt that she was being watched and the feeling unsettled her.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally made it to the safety of the bustling crowds of Diagon Alley. Hermione was surprised that there were so many people out. While the alley that she had been in was cold and dank, Diagon Alley was warm and open. Most wizards and witches no longer stayed out at night, though the daytime was proving to be just as dangerous. Lord Voldemort had risen at the end of her fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and in the following years, he had attempted many attacks on the wizarding world, though none had succeeded. At the end of her seventh year at Hogwarts, Voldemort had made himself known to all witches and wizards by killing the Minister of Magic, at that time, Cornelius Fudge as well as his entire family. The sight of the Dark Mark in the sky had been too much for most, and many wizarding families had fled the country looking for safety in places unknown.

Hermione, and her best friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley as well as many others had decided to stay and fight against the evil that Lord Voldemort was threatening against the world. Hermione looked down at her watch and gasped, the Order was to hold a meeting that night and she was to report what she had learned from The Spy. If she did not hurry, she would be late and Hermione Granger was late for nothing.


There were people everywhere, crowded around the large kitchen. Hermione looked around the room; there were some old faces, though so few were left. Many of the newer members were quite young, as was Hermione, who had joined as soon as she had graduated from Hogwarts. Ever present at the head of the table was her former headmaster Albus Dumbledore. He had aged so much over the last few years and the twinkle that used to reside in his eyes had all but disappeared.

"If there is nothing that anyone wishes to say in regards to what I have told you I will ask Miss Granger to come up and report on any new information that she has."

Hermione nodded from her place at the back of the room and threaded her way through the crowd to the front.

"Thank you Professor. Tonight I had a meeting with The Spy," as he would not give Hermione a name, not even a fake one, she had taken to calling him 'the spy' and those present knew to whom she was referring. "He was unusually restrained in what he had to tell me, but nevertheless he did pass on some important news." Hermione paused and tried to word her thoughts correctly. "There is a plan to kidnap a member of the Order." Hermione paused again, as there was a hum of chatter from the other members. Hermione waited patiently for them to finish before continuing. "He was unable to tell me who was to be kidnapped; he said that Voldemort was keeping the identity of the chosen person closely guarded. He seemed to believe that by kidnapping this person he would be able to bring about the downfall of Harry." Harry looked up at her with wide green eyes.

"Who Hermione?" Harry asked quietly. The rest of the room fell silent but Hermione did not notice.

"I wish that I could tell you Harry, but he didn't know." Hermione looked around the room before her eyes settled on her old potion's master from Hogwarts. "I was hoping that you might be able to shed some light on that, Professor Snape." Snape had a frown on his face as all faces turned to him.

"This is the first that I have heard of this Miss Granger, though I will keep my eyes and ears open for any news on the matter," Snape settled back in his chair, his frown deepened as he poured over his memories trying to think of any clues.

"Well I suppose the wisest thing that we could do is work out who the person might be and work from there," Hermione said quietly. Harry stood up and began to pace.

"Well that's easy; Ginny, Ron and you, Hermione." Hermione smiled at Harry and Ginny. The two had secretly wed as soon as Ginny had graduated from Hogwarts two months ago.

"No one knows that you and Ginny are together, outside of the Order that is," Hermione pointed out.

"So it makes sense to think that it would be you, Hermione or you, Ron." Ginny pointed out. Ron, who was keeping unusually quiet, just nodded and began to look a little pale.

Snape stood up from his seat and began to pace back and forth; deep in thought, his actions mirrored Harry's. Finally he spoke.

"This could be a case of history repeating itself." He said. Harry just looked at him confused.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked finally, when it didn't look like Snape would volunteer the information.

"Most of the newly acquired Death Eaters are people that you went to Hogwarts with. Now tell me one instance at Hogwarts that took the thing that you would miss the most," Hermione instantly saw what Snape meant and looked directly at Ron. Harry who was a couple of steps behind Hermione finally caught on and looked at Ron as well.

"Well that can't be good." Ron finally said. Mrs. Weasley gasped, her face lost its colour and she walked over to her youngest son and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Ron you're on holidays from work at the moment aren't you?" Mr. Weasley asked. Ron worked at the ministry as an Auror in training.

"Yeah," said Ron.

"Good," said Harry, "you can stay here then."

Number 12 Grimmauld place was still the headquarters of the Order. It was also one of the safest places on the Earth, except for perhaps Hogwarts, and it was this that made it the ideal place for Ron to stay.

"Hermione, when do you meet The Spy again?" Ron asked.

"In one week. He wasn't sure when the kidnapping was going to take place but he did say that he should have more information for me by then."

After this, plans were made for Ron's stay and Dumbledore concluded the meeting. Everyone Apparated away until Harry, Ginny, Ron, Hermione and Remus Lupin were the only ones left at the Black Manor.

Hermione looked over at her old professor and took note of the bags under his eyes. Remus was no longer poor, as Sirius had provided as much for him in his will as has he had for Harry. They both now resided at the Manor.

"You don't look so good Remus." Hermione said quietly. The mood surrounding the kitchen was a somber one and Hermione felt that it was appropriate to whisper.

"The last full moon took a fair bit out of me, I must say," Remus said wearily and they all lapsed into silence once again.

Hermione glanced around the room and smiled when her gaze fell upon the large clock that stood in the corner. Mrs. Weasley had given Harry the clock as a graduation present. The clock matched the one that resided in the kitchen of the burrow, however on this clock not only did it have every member of the Weasley family but also every member of the Order of the Phoenix. Hermione glanced down at the watch that she had strapped to her wrist.

"Well I must be off; I have to be up early for work tomorrow." Hermione stood as she said this and gathered up her cloak.

"Why don't you stay here tonight Mione?" Ginny asked her. Hermione just smiled and shook her head.

"I have too much work to do tonight, but thanks for the invitation." After hugging the three men and Ginny she left the warm kitchen with a loud crack, however instead of Apparating home as she told them she would, she appeared instead in a small park close to her home. She knew that at this time of night it would be deserted. She had taken to going on a walk before getting to bed each night. It helped to relax her as well as helped her to sort out her jumbled thoughts. She ran her hand wearily over her face and through her hair as she walked. She felt reasonably confident that it would be Ron who would be abducted. well it would be him that they would try to abduct anyway. However, Hermione kept one hand in her robes, securely around her wand, just to be safe. After about twenty minutes of silent walking Hermione felt the presence of eyes on her, just as she had in the Alley earlier that night. Hermione quickened her pace and changed her direction slightly so that she was heading directly for her home. A cold chill ran down her spine and Hermione decided that it would be safer to Apparate home, not really caring if a muggle saw her or not.

As soon as she appeared in her lounge room she knew that something was wrong. She couldn't pick what was off so she stood frozen to the spot, listening with every fiber of her being trying to pin point exactly what was wrong. She quickly and quietly eased her wand from her robes and began to cautiously creep from her spot in the lounge. Her home was a small one story, two bedroom building. First she checked her kitchen that led off from the lounge room, and while it was empty she noted that the pile of mail she had left of the bench that morning had been moved slightly. As always, she kept her things meticulously neat and orderly so she noticed the pile that had been knocked and lay skewed on the bench instantly.

She resumed her creeping search of her home. She tiptoed silently down the hall and stuck her head into the combined bathroom and toilet, not really expecting to find someone behind her shower curtain. She did the same and, as with the bathroom, she didn't find anyone hiding in her washing machine.

As she approached the first bedroom, which Hermione had converted into an office, she felt the tension in her neck and shoulders. She didn't want to blast in there, wand blazing, incase the intruder was in her bedroom. She needed the element of surprise. Thankfully, the door was open and after taking a deep breath she popped her head in and after a quick inspection found that the room was also empty.

Her bedroom door stood slightly ajar. Hermione poked her head around the doorjamb surveying her belongings, and everything looked in order. That was until her eyes landed on the bed. Sprawled over the cover was a wizard dressed in black robes. He was unconscious and the hood of his robe covered all of his face, except for the milky white of his chin was exposed. She instantly recognized him as the spy. All caution forgotten she ran to him and placed a hand on his arm only to pull it back instantly to find it covered in sticky red blood. Hermione gasped, and instantly set about removing his robes so that she could find the source of the blood.

As she took a hold of the hood to remove it, and finally see the face of her spy, a surprisingly strong hand grasped her arm and Hermione let out a gasp of fright.

"Don't," he muttered his voice weakly.

"But I have to, I need to see where you're hurt." Hermione said a little confused and a lot disappointed.

"Leave the hood on," he said and promptly lost consciousness again. While Hermione was more than a little disappointed she left his face covered as she removed the rest of his robes and tended to his many wounds. He had obviously been attacked, and by more than one person by the looks of it. He had many deep gashes, a few broken ribs and various other lacerations. She was thankful for the fully stocked medical cabinet that Dumbledore had insisted that each member of the Order keep. Without it she would have had to rely on her sketchy knowledge of muggle first aid, and that wouldn't be enough to help him.

After she had finished bathing and healing the final wound, Hermione glanced down at The Spy and could not help but admire the obvious strength that she saw in his muscles. Hermione sighed again and pulled a blanket over his prone form. She had left him wearing his boxer shorts; she didn't think that he would be happy waking up to find himself naked. In the moonlight that filtered in through her partially open curtains his white skin seemed to glow and look ethereal in the moonlight. It also made the dark mark on his left forearm stand out black against the pale skin.

Hermione levitated a chair close to his bedside and checked that the pitcher next to her bed was full of water. She sank wearily into the chair and watched him sleep, and she waited, hoping that he would move and that his hood would fall back and reveal to her who he was. She had promised him that she wouldn't look and now she was almost regretting making that promise. He obviously had his reasons for not wanting her to know who he was but that didn't make her any less curious.

She hadn't meant to fall asleep, but her eyelids became heavy and she only closed them for a moment to rest them. The next thing that she knew she was being shaken awake by the now conscious spy.

"Hermione, wake up," he said desperately, Hermione, it would seem, was quite a deep sleeper.

"What?" Hermione said groggily as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. His voice sounded different but Hermione didn't take any notice of that fact as she jerked fully awake. "You shouldn't be out of bed yet," Hermione said as she stood and placed a hand on his forearm with the intention of forcing him back into the bed. He brushed her hand off of his arm and he finished replacing all of his clothes.

"We're not safe here, we have to leave." He said frantically.

"What do you mean leave? You aren't well enough to leave," suddenly it dawned on Hermione; it was her that they were after. "Merlin's beard, it's me." He just nodded at her and grabbed a bag that he found in her closet and began to stuff some of her belongings into it. Hermione snatched her bag out of his hands, removed her wand from her pocket and gave it a wave. The bag began to pack itself with all of the things it would need for a trip away. With another flick of her wand, Crookshanks travel cage came flying out of her closet and landed on the floor as she quickly fetched Crookshanks from where he was sleeping at the foot of her bed. While trying to stuff him into his cage she received a long gash down her arm from a cleverly placed claw. However, she took no notice of it: while on the outside she appeared clam, on the inside her mind was frantically going a mile a minute.

"Where will I go?" She asked him when her mind finally settled on one thought, and the most pressing issue.

"With me," he said simply, his wand was drawn and he had his head out the door, looking down the hall listening incase anyone had gotten into the house.

"OK," she said and took a deep breath. She had never seen his face or been able to look into his eyes yet she trusted him completely, and as such would follow him wherever he would choose to lead her. He picked up her suitcase for her and instantly swayed, not steady on his feet.

They could hear the noise of someone walking down the hall, trying to be quiet but failing dismally. Hermione heard the noise of doors being opened and searched, all thoughts of quiet having escaped the thoughts of her would be captors. Hermione looked at The Spy with wide eyes, terror beginning to creep into her veins and she struggled to regain her composure.

"Can you Apparate?" She whispered to him as she took her bags from his hand; he couldn't carry himself let alone all of her belongings.

"We are going to have to...give me your hand." Hermione held her suitcase in one hand slung her backpack over her shoulder and linked hands with The Spy; he leaned down and picked up Crookshanks cage, closed his eyes and with a loud crack, they had disappeared.


Hey All, that was the first chapter, I hope that you liked it. I would love to give a big shout out to Trinka, who is as always my Beta reader, without her I would never have posted this story! :) So this one is for you Trinka!

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P.S. For all of those who are wondering I am Australian, so my spelling of certain words is different from those who come from America so no I'm not spelling it wrong, just different! Lol!

P.P.S. As a new thing I would like to show support to some stories that I think are great! So here are a couple that I recommend you read!

'Temporary Insanity' by arbitrary 'The Hijacking of Hermione Granger' by Plastraa

and last but not least...

'Only Time' by Rynne Lupin

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