The Best of the Best

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Chapter one: What Happened Back Then

"Hermione, we need to talk. " Harry Potter, the boy who lived, stated seriously.

"Sure Harry, what's up?" The brunette asked turning away from the other giggling girls. Today was their graduation day and everyone was celebrating in good spirits . Especially after the downfall of Lord Voldemort only two months prior.

"Come with me." He ordered softly, taking her hand and leading her to the lake where Ron was waiting. The air was only a shade cooler at the waters edge.

"What's going on?" Hermione asked, playing with the hem of her blue dress. Something bad was about to happen, she could feel it and that feeling made her nervous.

"Today is our graduation day and it's time we move on with our lives." Ron stated with an indifferent look on his face. Hermione felt her heart stop.

"Yeah..." She was looking for him to say something more. She was looking for his to explain his words and to drive away the dread that had filled her stomach.

"Look Hermione, what Ron is trying to say is we aren't going to be in school anymore and it's time we took our different paths." Hermione didn't answer them but simply stared at them with a look of pure confusion on her face.

"Damn it, Hermione we don't want anything to do with you! We used you for school work and that's all!" Ron screamed.

The witch didn't want his words to be true. She didn't want to believe them, but how could she not believe them when she held the very fear for as long as she could remember.

Silently she turned and walked away, defeated. What she would have saw, had she been brave enough to turn around, would have been two broken boys. Boys wearing heartbroken expressions, matching her own.

3 YEARS LATER

"Mr. Malfoy, you have been found guilty of the murder of one hundred and thirty three muggles as well as sixty five witches and wizards. You have also been found guilty of association with the Dark Lord, bribery, using barbaric torture devices and funding several illegal trading circles. Let's face matters, the list goes on for quite a while and you are facing the death sentence."

"Why my dear, you do go straight to the point." The blonde, aristocratic, Lucius Malfoy, studied the red haired women before him. Only moments ago this same women had entered the interrogation room of Azkaban prison. The woman was wearing a pair of low rise muggle jeans, a red tank top with a floor length leather jacket, a pair of black heels and a pair of sunglasses resting in her auburn colored hair. "And what, may I ask, is such a beautiful women's name?"

"Stop with the flattery Malfoy and listen to what I have to say. That is, if you value your life." She replied with a dangerous, superior edge to her voice. "As I said, you are facing death," she continued, sitting down opposite from the prisoner. "I'm offering you a deal, give me the locations of Voldemort's old bases and the locations of other rouge Death Eaters."

"You're a brave women my dear, to say the Dark Lords name." He purred, had she been any other she would have been attracted or repulsed by this man. She just stared at him with a knowing smirk.

"And you are a fool for not co-operating. I'm giving you one last chance, we are talking about the difference between death and life in Azkaban."

"She's our best if anyone can make Malfoy crack it is her." One of the two men behind the one way mirror explained, watching the scene.

"I don't know George, a lot of people have tried to get information out of him." The elderly wizard stated turning away from the glass. This was the seventh time he had watched this man be interrogated. He had actually tried talking to the man himself, he too had fail to gain the information they needed.

"I know Albus, but she is the best of the best." The middle aged man answered, he too turned away from the mirror.

"I wish I could believe you George. But, even Mr. Potter couldn't get any information from him."

"With all due respect, you know who I am and you know who I work with. That girl is the best I've ever seen." George spoke with a harsh tone that his companion had never heard directed at him before.

"Mr. Franklin," the pair turned to the women who now stood in the doorway. She slid a small notebook onto the table. "I really must be going, I have important business to attend to but all of the needed information is in there." Her eyes stayed on her boss, she was uninterested in the older man.

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow at three o'clock in the debriefing room for a meeting."

"Alright, have a good day Mr. Franklin, Headmaster Dumbledore." The two men watched as the twenty one year old women left. Glancing back towards the mirror they saw something that no man would ever thing possible, Lucius Malfoy, crying."

"That Albus, is why she is the best of the best."