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Leveraging Hermione	By : MariaTeresaQuintanar Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 4593 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hello one and all. Thanks again for your reviews. They have made posting this well worth it. Just a quick heads up-- Since tomorrow is my birthday, I'll be taking the next week off. Just wanted you all to know what was going on. Read, Review, ENJOY!
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Chapter Eight

            The phone call came at four in the morning. She reached out and grabbed her cellphone.
            “Yes?” she answered, sounding more awake than she felt.
            “We have a sighting,” Harry told her briskly. “Suit up.”
            “Give me five.” She hung up the phone and got out of the bed, never noticing that Eliot was watching her get ready with quick efficient movements.
            It was two and a half minutes later that she was already pulling on her boots when he spoke. “One of these days you got to tell me the story behind all of your scars.”
            She looked over to him and nodded. “I’ll do that. The same goes for you.”
            He nodded to this. Once she got her boots on, she went over to him and pressed a kiss to his mouth only to be pulled back into the bed and into a hotter, hungrier kiss than she had intended to give him.
            A moment later, she was back up again and straightening out her clothing and muttering to herself she should have said thirty minutes. This only got a deep husky chuckle from the man in the bed.
            It wasn’t until she was at the door that he called out, “Keep safe.”
            She nodded. “Help yourself to anything in the house. The pantry is full and my guest room is suited up to be a gym.”
            “Thanks.”
            With one last smile, she waved and went on her way.
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            They hadn’t found Dolohov, but what they found was so much worse. He had killed a non-magical husband and wife. It had been a massacre. There was no other way to put it.
            “Like lambs to slaughter,” Harry muttered, looking down at the body of the wife. “Why would he kill them?” He turned to Hermione who was studying the husband who was twenty feet away. “This doesn’t make sense!”
            “Logically speaking none of what he does makes sense. Which, by and by, is what makes him the pain he is to capture,” she replied, turning to look over to him. “We need to look over this house thoroughly and see if they’re here.”
            “Who?” he asked, looking puzzled.
            She grabbed a framed picture from the mantle place, handing it over to him. “Their children, Harry. We need to find them.”
            “Oh Merlin,” he breathed, looking at the two smiling faces of a boy and girl, both blond, cherub faced cuties. “No.”
            She squeezed his shoulder and went on her way to do what needed to be done. It had been when she was looking under one of the beds that she heard it. A noise coming from the closet. Going over to it slowly, she opened the door and had soon had to cover her ears to prevent from being deafened by the pair of screams coming from within it.
            “Stop!” she snapped. “I’m not going to hurt you!”
            They settled down into sniffling and sobbing, as they held each other and looking at her fearfully. She motioned for them to come out and soon found herself tackled to the floor with two small children hugging her for dear life. Hermione ended up rocking and rubbing their backs, as she was cooing nonsense to them. But despite that she never said that it was going to be alright, never that. Chances were that life would never be the same now for these two darlings and saying any different would be a lie.
            That was how Harry found them. “Are they okay?”
            “No,” she said to him. “They’re traumatized.”
            “We need…”
            “I know,” she said, her voice never raising above the soothing tones she had used before as to not alarm the children. “But we need to calm them down first.”
            Between Harry and Hermione they were able to calm them down enough to question them. It had been their mother that had hidden them in that particular closet. It was deep and filled with enough clothing to keep them both well hidden, Hermione reasoned. But when asked if they had seen or heard anything, both shook their heads.
            The children were taken into F.B.I. custody even as Hermione went looking through the man’s office. Mr. Jake Sanford was the proprietor of several big dance clubs in the Boston area. She hadn’t any idea what kind they were or even if they were popular, but judging by the spread sheets, they were holding their own. And in the current economy that meant something.
            Harry had been the one to go through the wife’s paperwork for all the good that did. She was a house wife with a monthly budget and did little by way of socializing. Play dates and Mommy and me were the order of the day. There was a reminder on a sticky note to buy cupcakes for the next play date, because it was Duncan’s birthday. It broke Harry’s heart a bit to see as much, but pushed it aside to look through more paperwork.
            “Found anything yet?” Hermione asked, as she came over to where he was at a small desk in the kitchen.
            “Not much,” he admitted. “You?”
            “The man had a business partner,” she told him. “A Russian.” She handed him one of the papers she found.
            “But is it our Russian?” He took the paper from her. “Ivan Palych.”
            “That is the question of the hour, isn’t it?” she asked him. “Trouble is that I came across not just one Russian, but the proverbial boat load.” She then handed him a stack of papers. “I have a very bad feeling that Dolohov may have extended his services to the Russian Mafia.”
            “Damn,” Harry breathed. “What a mess that would turn out to be.”
            “But I wouldn’t put it past him. It would explain why we haven’t gotten far in finding Dolohov, as he had the help hiding from us. And he would get to do what he does best—kill without qualm or thought and, better yet, get paid very well for it.”
            “Why couldn’t this be easier?” he asked, sounding tired.
            “If it were, we wouldn’t have this job,” she told him, not for the first time. “Percy Weasley or some other Ministry suck up would have grabbed it up when they had the chance and we would have been stuck in the bowels of the Ministry.”
            Laughing he said, “Speak for yourself. I’d still be in the field.”
            By the time they got out of the house, the sun was coming up and she felt as if the day of rest had already been used up. She was making her way over to where she could apperate when she saw him. Nate was at the yellow tape, looking straight at her. He shook the coffee in his hand, as if it were a treat to a pet. Smiling to herself, she went over and held the tape up for him to go under and join her.
            “Mr. Ford, what an unexpected treat,” she said, as he handed her the coffee in a metal travel mug. “To what do I owe this visit?”
            “Please call me Nate,” he told her. “All my friends do.” He paused. “We are friends, aren’t we?”
            “I certainly hope so.” She sipped on the coffee and let out a hum of pleasure. “This is perfect. Thank you.”
            “You are welcome,” he told her, as he looked over to see the two bodies being taken out of the house behind her. “How many dead?”
            “Two,” she told him. “The children were hidden in a closet and managed to stay safe.”
            Clearing his throat, he muttered, “Good.”
            “Now what do you want, Nate?” she asked, making him grin.
            “It’s not what you can do for me, but what I can do for you,” he corrected. “I found Dolohov.”
TBC...
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