Hermione walked around downtown Miami, looking at the sites as the day got hotter. She huffed, blowing out her cheeks as the wind lightly blew her hair around. She was lost, Hermione Granger was confused and lost in the big city and she couldn't find her uncle. She had gotten word that her uncle was in miami, she was no idea what for, but she was here, looking for him.
Needing his help.
Hermione groaned when she felt a push, someone forcing her into the alley between the buildings, hand over her mouth. "Don't scream." She blinked a few times, adjusting, it was her Uncle Sam. "What the hell are you doing here Hermione?" He let go of her mouth, stepping away.
"Trying to find you Uncle Sam, I need help." Hermione sighed, she has been searching for her Uncle for weeks and she was glad hat she found him.
"What kind of help?" She turned to see another man, younger then her Uncle standing a few feet away, black sunglasses over his eyes.
"Hermione Granger meet Michael Westen. Michael, this is my niece Hermione, from England."
"We've met." Both Hermione and Michael stated.