章節 76: Sneak Peek
Sneak Peek of one of my books. It will be published very soon. Let me know if you'd want to read it based if the first chapter.
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"Miss Granger. Let's see, we have intel that you were a leader in a private war of which we are allowed no details. Best friends with a Harry Potter, apparently the hero of the war. Top student at your boarding school all seven years you attended. Everything we are looking for," A voice drawled out.
Hermione kept her jaw locked and stared straight ahead. The room she was in was completely black save the bright bulb hanging over her head. She was sitting in a rusted metal chair, her wrists and ankles tied down. The sleeve of her tight fitting black tank top was broken and her leegings rip. Her high ponytail was frizzed and hair was falling out.
Dirt covered her body and smudged on her face. Her body gleamed with sweat. She wasn't going to give in, however. She wasn't weak like that.
A tall man in a black suit came forward holding a file in his hands. His hair was neatly combed to the side. He had on sunglasses to keep her from seeing his eyes, and a neatly trimmed beard beginning to grey.
"We could really use you here," He smiled kindly.
The man pulled up a chair and set it in front of Hermione. He sat down in it, resting his left ankle on his right knee. The file was placed in his lap as he watched Hermione.
"Who are you?" Hermione growled still not looking at him.
"Agent Phil Downard," The man stated taking off his sunglasses, folding them and putting them in his pocket. "I run this entire operation. Director of the National World Safety Agency, N.W.S. for short."
"And I assume 'we could really use you here' and 'you're just what we're looking for' implies you want me to work for you?" Hermione asked meeting his eyes with a bored expression.
"Correct," Phil said looking thoroughly impressed, "Your smarts combined with this war you have fought in will provide useful to us. Of course if you refuse we'll have to kill you so our secret doesn't get out."
Hermione let out a small chuckle, "I'm afraid to tell you that you wouldn't be able to kill me," she said sweetly to him.
The ropes around her wrists and ankles then disappeared completely. Hermione sighed and massaged her wrists, adjusting in the chair before looking back to Phil. His jaw was agape and eyes widened.
"Like I said before. You wouldn't be able to kill me. There's a reason no one knows of this war. And I will tell you of it, but only because my methods are not normal to muggles such as yourself," Hermione smirked.
"So you accept?" Phil asked.
"I accept. There's nothing for me in my world. The bookworm doesn't get to have the adventures after the evil is gone. I miss it," Hermione smiled, "I will join you."
"Great. Our main goal here is to take down operations that will cause damage to the world. Kill serial killers, and rid evil," Phil explained briefly.
"Perfect," Hermione nodded, "I will need a bit of training though. I'm only skilled in the art of wizardry. Yes, I am a witch. Yes, they exist. No, you can not tell anyone otherwise I will be forced to either kill you or erase your memories of me."
"Very well," Phil nodded masking his fear, "I need all your information so I can register you here. We've been desperate for someone like you. Smart yet pretty. You'll be able to easily infiltrate this particular gang we are trying to take down from the inside."
"Hermione Jean Granger. Age 19, born September 19th 1979," Hermione replied listing all vital information.
"So when does my training begin?" She asked.
"Right now," Phil nodded before leading Hermione into her new double life.
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