Author's Note: If you followed me here from Amortentia, then welcome back! If you're new to my stories, welcome :). The Spy is inspired by Marvel, with a HP twist. I also haven't written a story in the first person in forever, so please give me feedback!

Thanks to Twilight PhoenixFyre for reading this over :).

The Spy

by somekindofwildgirl

Chapter 1

Saturday, April 8, 2000 4:15 pm

"Unspeakable 3, in my office now!"

Dropping my quill, I hurried out of my cubicle. It wasn't the tone that sent me running, although that would have made the rookies piss their pants. This was the excuse that I needed to get out of an engagement tonight. I wanted to seize the opportunity of a new assignment before my boss changed his mind and gave it to someone else. He was known to do that from time to time.

"Yes, sir?" I asked, stepping into the sparse office. No pictures, awards, nor personal touches were added the room. There was nothing to hint at the kind of man that my boss was. This was the ideal way to live. No one could gauge his weakness or manipulate him, because he did not give his opponents any material to use. The only thing out of place was the mess of files on his desk in an otherwise neat office.

"Take a seat," he said, tossing a file on his desk. "How have your assignments panned out so far?"

"All successful, sir."

The Head Unspeakable frowned. "And your sessions with the psychologist?"

"Ongoing, sir."

"And your medical exams?"

"I have been cleared for duty, sir."

The Head Unspeakable rummaged around the messy pile before grabbing another ivory file. "Perfect. I have a mission for you. It requires your specific skill set and it is a matter of national security."

I leaned in. This was exactly what I needed. The last few assignments that I received had been easy, too easy. I knew it was the psychologist's fault. She seemed to think I needed time to process, that I was not coping healthily. "What is the mission, sir?"

"Are you certain you are ready for an assignment of this caliber? This will require undercover work and there is no telling how long you will be away."

"I am, sir."

He smiled. "Perfect. I expect you here at oh-seven-hundred for the debrief."

The Head Unspeakable handed me the heavy folder, at least two inches thick of paper, and I returned to my cubicle. The others watched me warily, but did not approach me. Thankfully. I opened the beige file and started pouring over the documents.

The Death Eaters shall be reborn. The Dark Lord will rise again.

The words sent shivers down my spine and I was engrossed in the details of the mission. It would be difficult, but it was just what I needed to take my mind off everything.

The next time I glanced up, I was alone in the office. The sun had set hours ago. Grabbing my things, I left the office and flooed home.

The invitation was left on my desk.

Introducing the future Mr. & Mrs. Potter
Please join us for an engagement party
honoring Harry and Ginny
on Saturday, April 8 at 6 pm.

Sunday, April 9, 2000 6:58 am

"Unspeakable 3, take a seat. I will be your handler for this case. Now, contrary to what you were led to believe, this is not a solo mission. You will be infiltrating the radical group with Unspeakable 2."

I chose the seat closest to the door, with my back to the wall. It was an optimal position in case of an attack. I had a good visual of both the door and the windows. The other hooded figure - I assumed Unspeakable 2 - also sat in a similar position. I took a moment to assess him.

He was taller than me, probably 6'2. He was toned, but there was a hidden strength there. Unspeakable 2 was highly trained. It was obvious in the way he held himself, the way he moved, and the way he assessed me in a similar manner. My odds of winning a physical fight with him were 50/50. I would have to determine his magical ability at a further date.

"Are you two done inspecting each other, or should I leave the room?" our Handler said drily. We both straightened up at the chastisement. "Thank you. You will both be undercover, posing as a married couple. Edward and Lyra Harrington. Edward owns a company and they have recently expanded into London. You are both from old families that went abroad to Canada and word has spread about your arrival."

"What is the objective?" I asked.

"To take down this radical operation before they wreak havoc. It is a tentative time in our world. We need to protect this peace at all cost, while our society is healing."

"When do we start?" Unspeakable 2 asked. There was something familiar about his voice. I knew him. It wasn't uncommon. We were required to wear cloaks in the office. The fewer people that knew our identities, the better. If one of us was captured, we would not be able to divulge our colleagues.

Our handler gave us each a stack of documents. "You have one week of preparation before you begin. You will meet at the enclosed location in seven days at oh-three-hundred. You will have four hours to make sure your story is solid and then your mission begins. Any questions?"

We both shook our heads and were dismissed.

Sunday, April 9, 2000, 7:00 pm

Someone was in my apartment. Pulling out my wand, I scanned the area and pinpointed the intruder in the living room. I carefully made my way there, watching out for any sudden attacks. Most people would be terrified to find someone in their home, but I was thrilled. My adrenaline had kicked in sending my senses into overdrive. I was ready for a fight.

I rounded the corner and threw myself at the stranger, landing gracefully on my knees with him in a chokehold. "What are you doing here? What do you want?"

"Her-Hermione it-it's me-me. H-H-Harry," he managed to rasp out.

I recognized the jet-black hair and lightning bolt scar and immediately released my friend. "Shit, Harry. What the hell do you think you're doing? I could have killed you."

"I realize now that I was an idiot for surprising you, but I didn't know how else to reach you. You keep ignoring our owls. You missed my engagement party, Hermione," he said, rubbing his throat.

I ignored him. I knew I missed it. But it was easier this way, better for everyone involved if I didn't show up. I walked to the kitchen and got myself a glass of water. Harry followed me - it was like he couldn't get a hint - and I reluctantly poured a glass for him as well.

"Everyone missed you. Ginny ended up making Fleur her maid of honor since you refused the position. She hasn't said anything, but I know the wedding planning has stressed her out," Harry said as I rummaged around the kitchen for food. "My boss told me that I'm next in line for his job when he retires. Can you imagine it? Head Auror?"

I grabbed a can of tuna and started eating. I was starving, but I would have my full dinner later. If I had it now, Harry would invite himself and I would have to tolerate his presence longer. Even now he was droning on about something I could care less about.

As much as Harry claimed differently, I know that Ginny, Ron, and the others were relieved by my absence. It made things easier. They don't talk about it. The time that I went rogue during the war. To be honest, I barely remember it. All I know is that I was recalibrated. The Death Eaters somehow found a way to take Hermione Granger out and replace her with something else, someone else. One minute I was me, and the next, I wasn't.

Harry brought me back somehow. That part is fuzzy, but I have never been the same since my capture. Even though they try to ignore the truth, that I will never be the Hermione Granger they remember. I deal with their disappointment with every encounter.

Mrs. Weasley gives me a pitying look when she thinks that I am not looking. Harry and Ron try to joke around, but their laughter is always halted when they realize that I haven't joined in. They try to include me by sending me invitations to their major events. It is the way they try to ease their conscience. They can tell themselves that they tried and I was the one that refused to reach out.

My best friends were moving on with their lives, while I was clinging to the fringes of society, fighting off dangers they would never know had threatened them.

Hermione Granger died in the war and it was time the world got used to it.

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