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New Moon recap-
Saturday, March 11th: Bella has a nightmare and wakes up to realize that Jacob is a werewolf. Charlie tells Bella that the wolves have attacked someone and that they are going to shoot the wolves. Bella goes to warn Jacob. Jacob explains that they killed Laurent but there is still another vampire around. Bella tells him about Victoria. Jacob explains a few aspects of being a wolf. Paul and Jacob get into a fight. Bella visits with the pack at Emily's house.
Sunday, March12th: Bella spends all day at La Push.
This chapter takes place on Monday, March 13th, the first day of Spring Break.
Deathly Hallows Recap:
Ron is discouraged, feeling that with the sword (of Gryffindor) now necessary as well, and out of reach, their quest is becoming hopeless. He argues with Harry and angrily departs claiming that Hermione had chosen Harry over himself when she decides to stay, leaving Harry and Hermione together.
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Jacob took a gargantuan bite out of his burger. I turned my head, the thought of eating sickening me. This was his third burger. He had already consumed two hot dogs and two liters of soda. I lost my appetite just watching him.
"Aw, Bells. You're going to whither away if you don't eat. Here, have some fries." He pushed his plate to me and I pushed it back at him.
"No, thank you. I won't be able to eat for a week."
"Complaining again? I'm adding a year. What does that make you? Forty-three?"
"I thought we decided I'm thirty five and just got my first gray hair?"
"And you got a cat. A first of many."
I nudged him, but he barely registered it. "Cats. You aren't fond of those."
"Hey, no werewolf jokes. They get old after a while. Speaking of old, is that a wrinkle?"
My hands flew to my face, feeling around my eyes. "Holy crow!"
"More like crow's feet." Jacob chuckled.
"I've heard enough from you." I picked up his plate and took it to the small kitchen in the Black's home. Jacob finished his burger off and came behind me while I washed his dish. I set his plate down and turned around.
"What are we doing today?" I asked, moving around him to sit at the dining room table. He sat next to me.
"I was thinking we could go for a walk on the beach. Then we could watch the sunset and frolic in rose petals."
"Jake," I groaned. Sometimes I didn't know if he was serious or not.
"Bella. C'mon. The beach will be fun."
"We go there once a week. I know how the beach is."
"The more the merrier."
"That saying doesn't apply to this."
"We're going. Get up. You need sun, O Pale One." He stood up and grabbed my arm, pulling me up from my chair.
It was a five minute walk to the beach from his house. The Quileute reservation was small and I was grateful. The sun didn't warm us up, but it still felt nice to look at as it reflected off of blue and green sea glass on the beach. My feet crunched on the colorful pebbles when I walked over them. Jacob kept close to me, never a foot apart. I still was surprised every time I looked at him at the shock of his short hair. He was still beautiful without the long, onyx hair brushing past his shoulders.
We found our driftwood bench and took a seat, listening to birds cry and waves crash. It was peaceful. I could have lived like that without complaint. Jacob picked up stones and threw them across the beach, making dashes in the sand when they skid.
A sharp sound of whipping air snapped us out of solitude. We looked up, past the jagged rocks naturally placed on the beach to a thousand feet away where a girl scrambled to get up from the sand. She wiped herself off, not noticing us. Where did she come from? She showed up on the beach out of nowhere. I posed to get up, but Jacob held me down on the bench.
"Wait," he whispered though there was no way the girl could hear us from so far away unless she was a vampire. "It's not the redhead."
"Jake, I don't think she's a vampire. I think she's just lost."
"We aren't going to play Little Red Riding Hood. I'm not the big bad wolf, going to talk to the lost little girl."
The girl took in her surroundings, turning to see the beach, the rocks, and eventually us. We stilled and I tightened my grip on Jacob's arm, unaware that I was holding him before. She saw us and stared for a moment, then disappeared into thin air with another crack.
"What the hell?" Jacob shouted, reaching to grab onto his hair and finding nothing to pull.
I gaped at the spot where the girl should have been standing. It was empty, sand still settling from her departure.
"Bella, what just happened?"
I didn't respond immediately. I shook myself out of it. "I don't know." And I didn't know. I wished I did. Then I would had answers for him, but I had nothing.
"Dammit," he spat. "I need the pack. Bella, can you handle yourself?"
I stared at him. Of course I could. I was eighteen. "I'm fine."
"Go to my house. Straight there. No stops. I'll be there as soon as I can."
Where else would I go? I wanted to say. I nodded instead, and he took off running and stripping his clothes off. I headed back to him house, wondering what else the world had to offer besides werewolves and vampires.
Billy's house was empty as I expected when I got there. He was fishing with Charlie. We were down to only five months worth of fish and Charlie just wasn't having that. I flicked on the news on their tiny TV. It was depressing so I switched the channel to Food Network. People were going missing in Seattle and the authorities were having a hard time figuring out who could be murdering and kidnapping so much. I was glad Charlie had a small town job. Weight on his shoulders no doubt would assure a heart attack.
I watched an hour of an Italian cooking show, briefly thinking about mushroom ravioli, when the pack stumbled into the house with the girl attached to Sam's hands. I stood up from the couch, eyeing the girl with brown frizzy hair who was my age.
"Let go of me," she screeched with an accent. Sam loosened his grip, but still held on tight.
"Let her go. She's not leaving," Paul said with a laugh. Sam growled at him, reminding the pack that he was the alpha.
"Sam...," Jake trailed off. Sam let up on her and unattached himself.
I moved off the couch. "You can sit down," I told the girl. Her face was smudged with dirt and blood, and her hair was in a messy bun. She anxiously took a seat. Her boots tracked dirt on the outdated carpet when she walked over. I could tell she purposefully rubbed it in. "I'll talk to her." She seemed harmless.
"How did you do that?" She knew what I meant. I could see the panic in her eyes. She didn't answer. I sighed and took a seat beside her. "Can you at least tell me your name?"
She set her jaw defiantly, then she sighed. "Hermione."
"I've never heard that name before."
"I wouldn't have expected you to."
"Are you going to tell me how you did that?"
"I can't."
"I know you aren't human. Tell me."
"Are you human?" she asked, fidgeting. I didn't answer. I wanted to hold power over her.
I leaned towards her so my face was inches from hers. "Tell me what you are."
She smiled at me widely with perfect with. The sound of lightening erupted throughout the house and Hermione was gone. Again.
"Shit," Sam cursed. "Jared, Embry, search the rez. Paul and I will get Forks. Jacob, stay here with Bella. She's caused enough trouble." The pack filed out of the house, listening to their leader's orders.
Jake shot me a sympathetic look. I shrugged Sam off. He was mad, and I had more important things to worry about.
"I'm leaving. Take care of Bella. I'll be back soon." Sam left and the door slammed behind him.
"This is a crazy day," Jake commented.
I nodded, thinking about other things. Things like how she could disappear in a snap without any notice.
"I need a nap. Scoot over, Bells." I moved for him to the other side of the couch and he stretched out, his feet hanging all over me.
"Gee, thanks."
"Do they smell?" He put his feet near my face. I giggled, slapping the rubber bottoms of his shoes away.
"Are you worried about the girl?"
"She's difficult."
"I'm scared. I don't know what she is. What if she tries to take me with her the next time she appears and leaves? What if she takes me to Victoria?"
Jacob sat up, putting his arm around my neck. I leaned into him and rested my head on his shoulder. "That can't happen. She's just a girl."
"Not just." I breathed in his scent. Woodsy and warm, spicy like cinnamon.
The loud noise came again like a tree branch breaking off its trunk. It was quicker this time, more abrupt. I huddled closed to Jacob which was a bad idea. He was shaking and pulsing when Hermione revealed herself. He could have exploded into a wolf while I held onto him.
"Sorry about that," Hermione said to us. Jacob cooled down a bit, studying the girl. "I had to get them away somehow. Besides, the less dangerous it is for me with less of you I figure."
"You need to stop doing that," I commanded her.
"I've scared the shifter." She smiled at Jacob.
"I'm not scared. I'm pissed. You want to hurt her. I'm not letting that happen." He grasped me tighter so she couldn't pull me away from him.
"I don't want her. I need help."
"Help with what?" I asked her before Jake could say something to ruin what could come next.
"The war. More people are panicking and unless Harry can stop him, then it's over. For all of us."
"Who? What war?"
"I can't say who. The wizarding war, of course." Hermione was confused. Was I supposed to know this? I thought only wolves and cold ones existed, not magical beings. I supposed Jake was magical, and the vampires were from a dark twisted fairy tale.
"Wizards?" Jake guffawed.
She looked down and reached into her trench coat pocket and found what she was looking for. She took out a stick, long and carved, and pointed it at Jacob. She flicked it, murmuring words I couldn't understand, and Jacob was paralyzed with his limbs straight and pressed against his sides. She was holding a wand.
"I don't lie. That's for people who aren't imaginative enough to enjoy the real world. Well, whatever is our world."
I removed myself from Jake who was still frozen. I didn't know what to do. Should I scream? He didn't look dead. He just looked perpetually happy in that state. "What did you do to him?"
"I Bound him. I will reverse the spell after we talk."
She sat beside me again on the couch. I listened carefully to her words, taking in a new world I never heard of before. "The Death Eaters have infiltrated the Ministry—our government—and our schools. The Order, the good guys as you say, is trying their best but it's hard without Harry. He's looking for the horcuxes to stop this disaster. I left him alone in panic. Ron's left him too. I'm a bad friend."
"I'm sure you're not. You left to protect yourself."
"I left to run away. I couldn't handle traveling and looking pointlessly. I'm supposed to know everything and I can't find a single horcrux!" She had already explained to me what horcruxes were. She had already explained all I needed to know. I glanced nervously at the door in case Sam busted in and caught us talking and Jake frozen.
"But why did you come here?"
"I found this book." She reached to her side and opened her pouch. Her whole hand sunk into it like the small bag was extended to where anything could fit in it. She gave me a half-smile. The removed her hand from her bag, showing me a blue familiar book. Jacob and I read it once together on a rainy day. It told myths and legends of the Quileute people.
"Where did you get that?"
"The restricted section last year." I gave her a blank face. "The library," she offered. "I read it and found the myths interesting. I always wanted to see if they were real after I finished school, but I haven't gotten to do that yet. I came here for refuge. It was the first place I could think of."
"I guess you know now about the myths."
"They are very real."
"You saw them as wolves?"
"I didn't know animagi could get so big! I accidentally dropped my wand and ran from them. I couldn't think or disapparate. They caught me off guard."
"Then they caught you."
"Yes."
"And you're here because of what exactly?"
She didn't answer me. I waited for words to come, but nothing ever did. Eventually, she spoke with her wand in hand again, pointing it in Jake's direction. "Rennervate."
He woke from his stillness, jaw slack. "What-," he spluttered.
"I need to be on my way," Hermione interrupted Jacob. "I need to find an inn. I will see you again, I hope. Even you," she nodded to Jake. She braced herself to leave, disapparate as she called it, then stilled like she was remembering something. Her wand turned in her hand, moving upward towards me. I didn't flinch. She sucked in a breath of air and recited a word with pain and passion. "Obliviate."