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Entering Planet Earth

Excerpts from the Daily Prophet:

MIA: Hermione Granger

She was last seen in The Battle of Hogwarts wearing standard black robes with an unidentified Death Eater. Despite the capture of all Marked Death Eaters (All Marked Death eaters were at the Battle of Hogwarts), Granger has not been found. Anybody with information on her location should contact the Auror Office, the Weasleys, or Harry Potter.

Wedding Announcements:

Harry Potter to Ginerva Weasley

Ronald Weasley to Lavender Brown

Fifteen Years Later

Dear Diary,

I ran into a tall blond man yesterday. He bumped into me as I was walking to work. He was rather attractive in a pale way. He looked surprised to see me; I think he knows who I am. This could be the solution Henry and I have been looking for ever since we discovered that I had amnesia. Anyway, hopefully he'll come by soon, so I can ask him who I was before I met Drew.

Love,

Rebecca

One Hour Later

Harry's P.O.V.

I was sitting in my office, staring out the fake window. The Head Auror Office has a divine view. Draco Malfoy burst in unexpectedly, with Ron following.

"Draco, Ron," I greeted them. Draco, Ron, and I grew to be friends while we were in Auror training. After we completed training, we moved into an apartment together, because new Aurors aren't paid as well as we had hoped. The Weasley's have never had enough money, and Draco had been disowned by Lucius when we became friends. My own fortune would have dwindled away quickly, if I had chosen to live alone. "Draco, why are you here? Today is your day off."

"I saw," he said, pausing for a dramatic effect,"Hermione Granger."

"What?" asked Ron and I together. Ron had loved Hermione at the time of her disappearance, but after five years with no news of her whereabouts, he moved on. He's now happily married to Lavender, with twins on the way.

"She didn't recognize me," said Draco. "I don't look that different, do I?"

"Draco, you haven't changed a bit." exclaimed Ron. Fifteen years sat lightly on Draco, and he looked the same as he did at Hogwarts. However, he was far more mature now.

"Where did you see her?" I asked. Hermione was like a sister to Ginny and me.

"In a Muggle town," he said. "I don't know its name, but my mum has a house on the outskirts. I was going to the grocery store to buy Mum more tea bags when I ran into her."

"Draco, I'm putting you on an active field assignment," I said. "You are to watch Hermione Granger and discover why she suddenly left. Ron, you'll be helping him, but this is your assignment Draco. Off the record, by the way."

"Very well, Harry," said Draco. "My mother's health is poor, so I'll be taking an extended leave to take care of her. Ron, you don't mind visiting me while my mum's at St. Mungo's getting her check ups? I'll die of boredom without decent society."

"Of course," he replied.

"If you'll excuse me Harry, I'll be off," he told me.

"Feel free to visit," I said. We'd practiced this act many times when we didn't want the Daily Prophet to figure out what we were up to in the Auror Headquarters. "I'll make a statement to the Daily Prophet about your reasons for leaving us. The Minister will be informed of the real reason." Minister Kingsley was the one who taught me how to disguise the truth under a layer of distracters.

One hour later

Draco's P.O.V.

"Mum," I said, "I cleared my absence with Harry. He said family comes first, and you are all the family I've got left."

"Draco, you are so sweet," said my mother from her bed. When Father died, her heart broke. Ever since then, she's grown weaker and weaker. She tells me often that I'm the only reason she's still alive. "It's kind of Potter to let you leave to take care of me." I didn't tell her that I'm on a mission to discover Hermione Granger's fate.

"Do you need anything?" I asked. I knew that she had unlimited errands that needed running because the House Elves can't leave the house and go out into the Muggle world.

"Apples, dear," she smiled at me endearingly. I smiled back at her, promised to return quickly, and left the room. I wandered to the store, keeping my eyes peeled for a certain bushy haired brunette. I caught sight of her in the Starbucks by the store. I walked in casually and ordered a drink. As luck would have it, the only seat available was by her. She recognized me as I sat down.

"Hi, I'm Rebecca Masley," she said. There was a ring on a very significant finger

"Draco Malfoy," I said. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm here to taking care of my mother, and I don't know anybody." A dark haired Muggle walked over.

"Becca, here's your drink," he said. I noticed that the golden ring on his finger matched the one on hers.

"Drew, this is Draco Malfoy," she said, smiling at the man. "He's just moved in with his mother, who is very ill. Draco, this is my husband, Drew Masley."

"It's nice to meet you, Draco. Perhaps I could convince you to join us for lunch," he said.

"I would love to, but I have to deliver these apples to my mother. After all, an apple a day keeps the doctor away," I said. The couple laughed. I recognized Drew from somewhere. "However, after that, I'm free to eat."

"Do you see that Italian restaurant across the street?" asked Hermione or Rebecca, as she called herself. "We'll meet you there at twelve?"

"See you soon then," I said. With that I left. I turned into a conveniently located alley and apparated to Mother's house. I called a House Elf. "Parsley, take these up to Mother." Then I headed to the fireplace and flooed to Harry's office.

"Harry," I asked. "Could you do a background check on a Drew Masley?" Harry nodded and asked me a few questions before I slipped out of the flames.

Harry's P.O.V.

I leaned my head out of my door and called Ron into my office.

"Ron, I need you to do a background check on Drew Masley. It has to do with Hermione."

"Yeah, I'll do it. Did Draco tell you who he is?"

"Hermione's husband," I said. Ron's mouth dropped open and he did a very good impression of a fish. He shook his head rapidly, the way he does whenever he's having a hard time absorbing information, and left my office. I cast a Silencing Charm on my office and flooed Ginny.

"Ginny? Are you there?"

"Harry, you weren't supposed to floo until later. I just got back from dropping James off at the Longbottom's." Ginny said as she walked into the kitchen. After all these years, she's still beautiful. She's still the same optimistic red-head I met at the Burrow, except more mature.

"It's about Hermione," I said. "We've, and by we I mean Draco, found her." Ginny squealed.

"I told you so. When can I see her?"

"Actually, you can't see her until we find out why she disappeared. Draco's unofficially on the case." Ginny's spirits dampened, and her smile fell into a slight frown.

"Alright, you'll tell me more later?" she asked. I nodded. "I love you."

"I love you too, Gin," I said. Within a few seconds, I was sitting in my no longer charmed office staring at the door. Ron walked in without knocking again.

"Mate, I ran a search on the computer for Drew Masley. He's not on there," he said. Ron looked unusually concerned.

"Could he be a Muggle?" I asked.

"He could be, but I would have to ask our source at the Muggle's Ministry," replied Ron.

"I'll talk to Kingsley."

"About what?" came Kingsley's deep voice from the door. "You sent me a memo a few hours ago, scheduling a meeting."

"Oh yes, I did. Come on in." Kingsley gave Ron a pointed look, before both men turned to me, wordlessly asking the same question. "I think this situation would be explained better if you would stay, Ron. Have a seat."

"What situation, Harry?" asked Kingsley.

"We've found Hermione Granger," I said. "To be more specific, Draco Malfoy found Hermione Granger." In between Ron and myself, we told Kingsley everything we knew.

"But, we can't find Drew Masley anywhere," ended Ron. "I even ran an anagram search on it, the closest thing I came to as a name was Lars Wemdey." Kingsley and I burst out laughing.

"Ron, you do realize that Drew maybe be short for Andrew," I suggested. Ron's eyes widened before he ran out of the room. Kingsley smiled at me.

"Lars Wemdey?" he asked. We shared another laugh at Ron's expense. Ron burst through the door, looking extremely perplexed.

"It comes out to be Armand," Ron said, unable to say the last word.

"Spit it out, Ron," I said.

"Armand Weasley," he said. We looked over at Kingsley. Kingsley paled.

"I have to go; I have a very important meeting scheduled with the, umm, with the director of St. Mungo's," lied Kingsley. "You two should inform your field agents about this." Kingsley ran out of my office in an undignified manner.

"Err, Ron, none of our relatives are named Armand," I said.

"Well, actually, the twins were actually triplets," said Ron. "Armand died when I was really little. Dad was at work, Mum was feeding Ginny, who was two. She was sitting in the kitchen when Fred, George, and Armand decided to borrow Bill's broom." Ron's voice cracked. "Armand was even more daring than Fred and George, so he went first. None of us knew how to control brooms." Ron was crying now. "Percy saw what was happening from his bedroom window. He yelled at Armand to land. Armand didn't know how. He was trying to land when he fell. You've seen the fence on the far side of the back yard where nobody ever goes?" I nodded. "Armand landed right there, he was almost on the ground. He was smiling at us. Mum was carrying Ginny, she'd followed Percy out. She was yelling at him. He…" Ron couldn't control himself, he was sobbing at this point. I was about to call Lavender to come comfort him. "He fell. We never found his body. Dad said it was probably crushed to pieces on the rocks. Then, he put the fence up."

"Ron, I want you to take the rest of the day off," I said. "I can handle all the research. Seriously, go home. Use the floo." Ron smiled weakly at me, and grabbed some floo powder, then headed home. As soon as the fire was back to it's normal color, I flooed the twins.

"Fred, can you and George come to my office? It's important," I said.

"Right away, Head Auror," said Fred. I heard a pop.

"Are we late?" asked George.

"No," I said. "What I'm about to reveal is classified information, so you'll have to sign magically binding paper work." After they filled in the required forms, I dropped the first bomb. "We've found Hermione. She's married to Andrew Masley, which is an anagram for…"

"Armand Weasley, we know," interrupted the twins. "We made up false names when we were little."

"But we swore never to use them again," started Fred.

"After Armand died," finished George.

"Where are they?" they asked in sync.

Draco's P.O.V.

I was sitting in a nice little restaurant across from Rebecca and Drew. During the course of our conversation, I discovered that both were orphans. I knew that Hermione wasn't orphaned. She had told Harry and Ron that she had sent her parents off to Australia. As for Drew Masley, I didn't have that information yet. Hermione had lightened up considerably since her time at Hogwarts, and Drew was a very subdued version of the Weasley twins. We finished eating, and Drew and I split the bill. We exchanged goodbyes and phone numbers before I returned home to a short note from the Ministry.

"The Weasleys are coming."

I assumed it came from Harry and replied.

"Have them floo directly to my mum's house. There's a hotel nearby that they can stay at."

A few minutes later, the fire flashed green and Ron stumbled out.

"Why are all of you coming?" I asked.

"Drew Masley, or if you prefer Andrew Masley, is Armand Weasley," he said.

"Armand Weasley?" I asked. "I wasn't aware of an Armand Weasley."

"He died when we were young," Ron said. "Obviously, he survived the fall of the cliff."

"No, that's not possible," I stated. "A wizard, especially an Auror, can feel magic. I could feel Hermione's, but Drew, or Armand, didn't have any detectable amount."

Our conversation came to an end when the fire again turned green and the rest of the Weasley family came out. Harry came last.

"Where is the hotel?" Harry asked.

"Just down the street," I said. "Why the change of plans? I thought I was the only Auror assigned to this mission."

"We'll talk when we get to the hotel," he replied. I looked around the room. Molly Weasley wasn't there.

"Where's your mother?" I asked Ginny.

"She stayed to watch the kids," replied the feisty redhead. I nodded before leading them to the hotel. The Weasleys checked in and headed to their respective rooms. I waited in the lobby until Harry peered over the balcony and summoned me to the meeting.

"There's no way Drew Masley could possibly be Armand Weasley. He has no detectable magic," I said as soon as I walked in.

"Actually, that's why we thought Armand had died. He was practically a squib," said Fred.

"He couldn't even order a broom to fly," said George.

"I did it for him," finished Fred.

"Ok. So, Armand Weasley was a squib. How do we make absolutely certain it's Armand, and not a random Muggle?" I asked.

"We'll have to meet him," answered the twins.