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Hermione twiddled her fingers impatiently around the handle of her briefcase. She felt quite claustrophobic in the quaint elevator that consisted of at least four or five other people.

"So, what mission do you think Kingsley will assign you to next?" Harry leaned over, whispering to her. They had just left from the cafeteria on their lunch breaks.

"Who knows. That last one in Moscow caused quite the controversy, mutant drabbles and all." She commented.

The doors opened as an automated message told them which floor they were on. The two friends stepped out and into the atrium, among a much larger group of people. Even though the war ended three years before, the Ministry was still trying to get back up on it's feet. Kingsley, being the newly appointed Minister.

Harry and Hermione started working for the Ministry as soon as they got the chance, not needing any sort of interview or applications considering their two of them had a hard time making new friends, thanks to their new celebrity identities. They became total heroes, stars. Hermione would occasionally have random strangers ask for autographs and would take pictures of her. One so much as to even follow her home.

Ron on the other hand, was planning to get married to Lavender Brown, with whom he had already had two kids. He was constantly in between jobs and occasionally asked for financial assistance from Harry and Hermione, some of the richest people at the time for their participation in the war and high pay.

Harry had fulfilled his dream to become an auror, constantly on the chase for escaped Death Eaters and other convicts. Hermione became a secret agent working under the ministry, using her sharp knowledge, battle tactics and quick wit.

"I guess I can walk with you up to Kingsley's office, it's along the way to the Auror's Department." Harry told her.

"Okay, that'd be great. Oh, I've been meaning to ask, how did that big chase go last weekend? I read about it in the daily prophet."

"Very well, actually. I managed to catch all except one, and he ended up being caught a day or so later anyway."

"That's great Harry, but here's my stop." She stopped by the corridor that lead up to Kingsley's office.

"I'll see you around then." He waved, turning and walking away to his destination.

"Say hello to Ginny for me!" She called out, shaking her head with a smile before continuing up the steps, stopping at the Minister's office. It was one big sitting room, wasted space with only a few chairs and two secretaries.

Hermione approached one of the secretaries, "Hermione Granger to see Kingsley Shacklebolt, agent 136582."

The woman typed something into her computer, "Identification card, please."

Hermione sighed and dug the card out of her purse pocket and showed it to the lady at the desk. The secretary picked up the phone, pushed a few numbers, "Miss Granger is here to see you," She looked up at Hermione, "Ahuh." The lady nodded for Hermione to go into his office.

Hermione knocked on the door and waited for a response before entering.

"Ah, Hermione, I wondered when you'd be arriving, terribly late you know." He tapped his watch.

"Sir, I'm ten minutes early." She smiled as he double checked his watch,"Maybe you should get that looked at."

"So it seems. Anyway, how've you been?" He leaned back in his chair as if talking to an old friend.

"I've been better." She sighed, setting her briefcase on the ground and taking a seat in one of the swivel chairs.

"How so? What's troubling you?" His eyebrows crossed.

"Well, you remember Ron. He's a good guy and all, but sometimes-sometimes I can't help but worry, you know?" She explained, "He and Lavender are planning a wedding when they are barely stable enough to pay utility bills. I feel he's been, well, taking advantage of Harry and I's generosity lately and wonder if he would be able to make it on his own."

"I'm sure with time, he will come to realize the diversity of his situation, and reach an epiphany. We all do at some point, some sooner than others." He mumbled, pulling out a muggle bag of pretzels and taking one. He held out the back to her, offering one but she just smiled and waved her hand dismissively.

"So, I have a new mission for you."

"Yes?" She asked, watching him as he dug through a file cabinet and returned with a file.

"A few profits have uncovered a possible apocalypse, due to upcoming chemical warfare." He set the file down on the desk, sliding it over to her.

She lifted it up off the desk, looking at him once more before opening it and studying it's contents.

"We want you to go back in time, and put a stop to the influential sciences that lead to today's chemical warfare. Does this make sense?"

She nodded quickly, not tearing away from the pages with intriguing information.

"If you don't mind, we will be pairing you with the local detective, Sherlock Holmes. He's very skilled in this area, knows the people and the town, and has collected a very successful reputation." He explained.

"You mean to say, he is of that time?" She asked, tilting her head slightly.

"Late eighteen hundreds, I can't remember from the top of my head exactly." He took another pretzel from the bag, waving it around as he spoke.

"When will I be leaving?" She asked.

"Tomorrow morning, it doesn't matter when exactly. If you find out any further information or need more, feel free to just apparate back and forth. I just ask that you keep as low of a profile amongst muggles as you can, please."

"I will." She said with a smile, grabbing her briefcase and putting the file folder inside. Hermione stood and waved before leaving.

[AUTHORS NOTE]: My first published fanfic, woohoo! So I know it's a one-shot, but- If I get enough requests I can continue the story. Also, I already have a plot in mind, as you read, so it shouldn't take very long at all for me to update. I appreciate the read! (another chapter coming soon)