Hermione strode into her trunk with confidence and purpose, fully intending to prove herself. Yet, just an hour later, she was utterly spent, tapping out and begging for mercy. She could no longer stand, let alone walk.
Luckily, Ryan had dressed and cleaned her up before carrying her out, her body limp with exhaustion. However, the knowing smirks from the other girls made her face burn with embarrassment.
"Less than an hour, huh?" Luna teased with a cheeky grin.
"Sh-Shut up!" Hermione stammered, burying her face in Ryan's chest.
The girls giggled in amusement.
"Don't worry, you'll get better," Yue assured her, eyes twinkling with amusement. "But never think about trying to outlast him in stamina. You'll never win."
Hermione didn't even have the energy to question that. She'd ask later. Right now, all she wanted was to bask in the lingering warmth and satisfaction. With a contented sigh, she curled up against Ryan, letting the steady rhythm of his breathing lull her to sleep.
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Later, in the prefects' compartment, the meeting had already begun. The Head Boy and Head Girl were reviewing responsibilities for the year, but the focus quickly shifted to the new fifth-year prefects.
Ryan and Rachel, both newly appointed, were informed that their first duty would be escorting the first-years to the Ravenclaw common room after the Sorting. Surprisingly, Harry had also been chosen as a prefect for Gryffindor and had even been named Quidditch captain.
"Honestly, I wasn't expecting it," Harry admitted with a shrug.
"You'll do fine," Ryan reassured him, leaning back in his seat.
Hermione the Gryffindor female prefect for 5th year, still recovering, gave a tired but proud smile. "You deserve it, Harry. You've worked harder these past few years."
The meeting continued smoothly, going over patrol schedules and expectations, before finally dismissing the group.
I had to almost carry Hermione out as her legs were still rather wobbly.
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While the group traveled aboard the Hogwarts Express, Serenity moved like a shadow through the bustling streets of London. Clad in Ryan's legendary cloak of invisibility, she was practically undetectable, her presence masked even from the most skilled magical surveillance.
Her mission was simple—yet incredibly dangerous. Infiltrate the Ministry of Magic, locate the Department of Mysteries, and secure the time turners her master desired. She would do anything for her master after all, anything.
Reaching the designated phone booth, she stepped inside and carefully lifted the receiver. The moment her gloved fingers pressed the buttons, a cool, female voice echoed from the machine.
"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business."
Serenity's voice was a mere whisper, barely audible even to herself. "Serenity… here for artifact research."
There was a brief pause before the booth shuddered and began its descent underground. As it lowered, she kept her posture relaxed but ready, her senses heightened for any signs of danger.
The golden gates of the Ministry soon came into view, workers bustling in and out, unaware of the silent assassin slipping past them. With the cloak shielding her from sight and her natural ability to suppress her presence, she moved unnoticed, a ghost within the heart of the magical government.
She needed to act fast. The longer she stayed, the greater the risk. Her destination was deep within the Ministry—the Department of Mysteries, where time itself was studied and manipulated.
With silent steps, Serenity entered a nearby lift, slipping in just as a group of Ministry workers stepped inside. The lift shuddered, and a cool voice echoed.
"Level Nine: Department of Mysteries."
Perfect.
As the lift doors opened, she slipped out, careful to avoid brushing against anyone. The long, dimly lit corridor led to a black door that seemed to hum with magic.
This was it. The real challenge was about to begin.
Serenity moved like a wraith through the Department of Mysteries, her every step silent, her every breath controlled. The time-turners were stored within a glass cabinet, protected by wards that shimmered faintly under the dim light of enchanted torches.
She reached into her cloak and pulled out a small enchanted dagger—one of the many weapons Ryan had provided her. With a flick of her wrist, she traced intricate patterns in the air, disrupting the delicate balance of the warding spells. The moment they faltered, she slid open the cabinet and carefully retrieved the numerous time-turners.
"Mission complete."
But she wasn't done yet.
Ryan had given her this mission not only to retrieve the time-turners but also to deal with a few… inconveniences within the Ministry. And she knew exactly who to start with.
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Walden Macnair, a known sadist and former Death Eater, sat in his office on the fourth level, polishing a large executioner's axe. He had no idea that tonight, he was the prey.
Serenity glided into the room, the door clicking shut behind her. He barely had time to react before she was on him. One hand clamped over his mouth, silencing his attempt to scream, while her dagger slid smoothly across his throat.
Blood gushed out, splattering the polished wood of his desk. Macnair twitched for a moment, eyes bulging in terror, before he slumped forward, lifeless.
She wiped her blade clean and moved on.
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Dolores Umbridge was hunched over her desk in a pink office filled with decorative plates and pictures of kittens. The sight made Serenity's lip curl in disgust.
This woman was poison. Even in this timeline, she sought to oppress anyone who didn't fit her twisted ideals. Ryan had no love for her, and Serenity? She despised anyone Ryan hated.
Without a sound, she moved behind Umbridge's chair. The woman stiffened, sensing something amiss, but it was too late.
Serenity's arms snaked around her throat in a vice grip, cutting off her air. Umbridge's legs kicked wildly, knocking over her teacup, her pudgy hands clawing desperately at Serenity's arms.
A quick, brutal twist—snap.
Umbridge's body went limp, and Serenity let her corpse slump over the desk, her face landing in a plate of half-eaten biscuits.
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The moment Serenity vanished with the cabinet of time-turners, the Ministry's wards screamed to life. Alarms blared, and enchanted red lights flared across the hallways as the security enchantments detected the theft.
Ministry workers flooded into the corridors, wands drawn, but they had no idea where to look. After all, how could they fight what they couldn't see?
Serenity, still cloaked in invisibility, moved through the chaos with ease. But to ensure her escape, she left one final distraction—a series of magic bombs thrown into the enchanted windows, shattering them in bursts of magical explosions and smoke.
By the time the Aurors arrived, she was already gone, slipping unnoticed through the phone booth exit and vanishing into the night.
Her mission was a success.
And by the time the Ministry realized what had been stolen—and who had been eliminated—Serenity would be long gone, returning triumphantly to her master who would reward her greatly.
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