UPDATE! Hello everyone! Im terribly sorry for the lack of updates within the recent months truly I am, Life just sort of took control and decided to kick my ass. Now let me just say it really feels good to be writing again well...much more then i had in recent months. In my last update i told you all about my grandmothers condition, and well her declination is slow she's become much less mobile then she had been, its become harder for her to walk and move around and Ive spent many late nights watching over her because of her tendency to want to get out of bed in the middle of the night. In the middle of working, and helping my grandma i somehow managed to get enter into a fandom of a show I hadn't watched in a while. I don't know if any of you watched, or heard of a show called The100 but let me just say…after catching up to the current season..well it fucked me up quite a bit. I wont go into details of what happened, because it was quite triggering for a lot of people as I've come to find out…and I can honestly say that I'm still heartbroken over what happened. (I'd like to take this moment to give a shout out to any who are part of the Kru and to any who are still broken over whats happened and been done Ste yu Kru, Our gonplei ste nou oden)

Honestly everyone all i can say is that with grandma and the broken heartedness i felt from watching the100 the will to write was just…I just couldn't do it. When i found the time to write especially after what happened in the show maybe a few words at a time or nothing at all, because where we are in The Martyr..well certain characters are hurting…and i feel for the characters all of them. i feel for the characters on the show, those hurt by what happened, and when i had those moments to just look at my grandma and take in this wonderful woman, my mind went all cynical because i had that little voice in the back of my head telling me..one day she's not even going to remember who I am…one day she's going to be where grandpa was last year..one day I'm going to wake up and not find her there, getting to spend another day with each other and letting her know everything is ok because now its my turn to take care of her…. i know depressing, and with it having been a year since the deaths of my Grandpa, Uncle, and cousins all around the same time with everything else and a few other things going on in my life...didn't help me either…I was literally in an emotional hole and i had felt like a robot just going through the motions with each new day because i was afraid to feel…i didn't want to hurt anymore. Now i know some of you reached out to me and let me know you're there if i ever needed someone to talk to and i am grateful for you reaching out to me, but knowing myself i just closed off.

This is going to sound absolutely cheesy but no joke what got me out of my hole was after knocking myself silly (I ran into my closet door…i know not my finest moment) a song from my phone came on that i forgot i had started playing and the lyrics spoke to me more in that moment and i broke down while in the middle of my dizzy emotional break down my dog found me in and i started laughing while crying i realized everything was going to be ok despite what was happening and what i knew would happen, that i couldnt stay down and the only way to get through was to move forward. and then i started laughing even harder at the irony because in that moment i understood the meaning of a martyr or well at least one definition of the word. strange how things work isn't it? Anyways i just needed to get that off my chest, after several attempts to get back in the groove of things I now have updates for you lovely readers, now i don't know if they're up to par with the story(s) but I'll let you all decide on that.

I know i usually give individual responses to your reviews but i'm a bit excited to post after as well as it being super late and i need to get in at least 3 hours of sleep to take on the day but i want you all to know that i do enjoy what you all have to say it puts a smile on my face and lets me know im doing a good job with things, truly your words make me happy. Your constructive criticism is appreciated as well, it helps me grow as a writer so don't be afraid to tell me where you think i could have done better.Please excuse any and all mistakes, typos, word changes, autocorrections etc. i literally just skimmed through everything. Ok you've all waited enough seriously but as always everyone please,

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The ride home was quiet and Hermione felt herself grow restless and anxious the closer they came. They had just left the burning building as if her father and favorite cousin were simply waiting at home for them. She would glance at her mother every so often only to find the older woman in deep thought.

Jess sat quietly staring at her and Hermione felt a little off as the young Vajirian watched her as if searching for something. The carriage came to an abrupt halt as the three (awake) heard the horses whinny. Jess quit her apparent staring and moved closer to Amelia who pulled her close. Jess began growling quietly and both Grangers stay quiet as Amelia tried to hush the young girl.

They could hear the carriage driver speaking before he suddenly went silent. Slowly Hermione began pulling her dress up so as to pull her wand from its holster at her calf. Seeing this Amelia shook her head no, but the magi brought a finger to her lips. The sound of boots walking along the cobblestone toward the carriage door was heard and the witch aimed ready to defend her family…

The door swung opened and Hermione cast a quick but silent stunner sending whoever flying back. However she had not expected the sound of boisterous laughter to be heard as well as hear her mother breath a sigh of relief.

"Roderick you old fool…what if that had been a lethal spell" Amelia chastised but could not hold back the smiled that began to creep across her lips.

"Bah! the boy should be so lucky." Came the quick reply.

"The fact that he's your assistant shows me just how much luck is on his side."

"You wound me dear…has life as a house wife softened you up? Get out here and say it to my face." Amelia chuckled gathering Jess in her arms pausing as she found the confused but curious look on her daughters face. "He's an old friend dear…come we will be safe with him." Hermione only nodded silently as she tried not to step on her unconscious cousins strewn across the carriage floor. A gust of cool air hit her shoulders sending a shiver up her spine and Hermione looked back to the carriage to find a familiar looking cloak on the seat. It was the one Skyler had draped over her during their walk, she hadn't remembered taking it off nor of it catching any of the flames. Which was a little odd considering what the Knight had told of them. Still she was cold and the cloak had kept her warm so the Magi donned it humming in relief of the instant warmth it held…she must have it charmed to keep it in this great of condition…

"Well now so this is her?" At the sound of the question Hermione turned with a quirked brow to find what she no doubt would be the very sight of a mad scientist. Then again with the dark stains covering his clothes and face, Hermione figured he was more an inventor of sorts. The man's hair greying to white stuck up and wild going every which way. His words then settled in her mind and the magi asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"Don't pay him any mind Hermione. Roderick is an old friend of your father and I. It's been years since we last seen him and our last letter to him told of how you just enrolled into Hogwarts"

"She's a beauty Lia, just like her mother. Her father must have a hell of a time fending off potential suitors." At the mention of her father Hermione deflated just a bit.

"Speaking of where is the dirt digger?"

"It's just us and my nephews." Amelia sighed, "It's just as I thought it would be…John and my nephew's wife…I don't know whether they live or not."

"Hold on what do you mean it's just as you thought?" Hermione cut in eyeing her mother and Roderick's assistant who had recovered from the stunner she sent.

"Come on girly I can see your mother and father haven't told you much of their past then."

"No and it was a mistake…"

~x~

They continued the carriage back home as fast as they could Amelia only telling her daughter to pack what she needed and that was all. They were to leave tonight with Professor Roderick Thorenton IV or Rick for short. Hermione wanted to question but did not fight her mother on this and within a matter of minutes had her things packed. Her mother did not take long as she packed very little though Hermione took note of a large trunk she'd only ever seen once in her childhood.

She did not say much either when Roderick lead them out through the back while they wove through the back alleyways to find another carriage waiting for them. Looking out the window the magi saw that they were approaching the docks, "We're leaving?!" She asked incredulously.

"Yes-"

"We can't just leave Father and Aaron! What if they're still alive and how will it look to being caring two unconscious men dressed as they are considering what's happened tonight!?"

"Listen to me darling. And listen carefully" Amelia's voice grew stern almost cold and Hermione kept herself from flinching at the lack of usual warmth heard from her mother, "What happened tonight was no accident…what your cousins found is bigger then you could ever hope to imagine, and there are people out there willing to do anything to get their hands on Jess. Even if it means war."

She knew her mother was right, after all it was only last year she had become a war hero and the means Voldemort took to secure the elder wand of lore was pretty drastic. She looked to her cousins who as it were still unconscious, this new carriage was charmed for more occupants and allowed for the young men more room as they slept. Hermione felt the familiar churning in her gut that she had when the war with Voldemort went on. Not liking this one bit, her father and cousin were gods know where. But they had no choice if the ruling governments were after Jess then she had to find out why and how not only her father (because his knowledge of her race was vast) but her mother as well were involved…especially how her mother was involved.

Straightening herself up Hermione pulled the hood of the warm cloak up, "Fine but I want answers. I want to know why this involves us more so then any of other archeologists." With that she opened the door and allowed Rick's assistant a boy named Jax to lead her to their apparent ship…

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With a groan Jonathan woke with a throbbing head, feeling the crack of dried blood that had apparently run down the side of his face. He flinched from the brightness of light and closed his eyes before deciding he had to face the blaring brightness. His vision blurred at first before clearing and the former archeologists was able to focus on his surroundings shortly after, finding himself to be in some sort of dingy room. A metal table in the middle; two chairs; as well as; a shower head along with a drain in the corner a toilet about a foot away next to it. As he sat up finding a sink and mirror by the door, it didn't take much more for him to figure out that he was being held as a prisoner. His gazed continually searched the room finding that there were no doors and no windows.

Slowly, groggily, he stood from the cot he was sprawled on as he listened intently. The room was quiet save for a soft hum of working gears that clearly changed pattern every so often, looking to his wrist watch he found the changing click happened every ten minutes. As he continued to study his surroundings John could clearly make out the sound of echoing footsteps above him. He couldn't however distinguish just how far above they were even as they drew closer.

He then heard a loud whine of a heavy metal door opening as well as several clinking and the room he was in seemed to be moving up. When it stopped he heard voices, not distinguishable but understandable, they became clear however when a large metal tile of the ceiling opened and a retractable set of stairs fell forward, John moved to see where it lead and his face hardened, "Good evening Professor…I hope you don't mind…but there are a few things we need to discuss you and I."

~x~

Hermione sighed as she leaned on the railing over looking the large expanse of water. It had been three days since they left port, three days since seeing or hearing from her father and cousin. When Tate and Alfred had finally awaken from their unconscious state Tate was a bit hysterical as he knew nothing of what happened to his wife. He had no idea if she was alive and if she was ok or not. It had taken him most of the first day to calm him down and reassure things would be ok. Alfred though just as worried for Aaron was more or less worried of the man who was his father, and had cursed the find they made if only just because of what it's caused, but was more then happy for having found Jess. As for Amelia, Hermione wasn't really sure what to feel towards her mother at the moment. But what she was sure about, that what she felt towards the older woman at least for now was anger and hurt…

That night when setting sail Amelia had given some light into her past, turns out Hermione's mother was one of the foremost advancing geneticists in her day and was still highly regarded as such despite her current occupation now. The older woman's specialist more or less was biotechnology. Amelia admitted she did things she wasn't proud of but left genetics as she could no longer deal with things she had been working so hard on before, what that was exactly Hermione was not too sure as Amelia didn't go into great detail. It's not like she needed to know details, everyone heard the stories and with each new telling things usually got worse but it didn't take a genius for all to know that the ruling governments had some sort of race going on between them to create or try to duplicate the warrior race that are known as the Vajiri. They had been the original Knights and it was only until just before the Great War did they seem to split between themselves at least that's what history has recorded. Though the two factions of Knights seemed to have been at each other's throats long before that…

With another sigh Hermione looked up to the sky, it was a lovely day really but she could not enjoy it as her thoughts were fret with worry. Her gaze trailed the slowly moving clouds until spotting something off in the distance, it looked like a rather large rounded bird. There was another, not far from it actually it looked to a small flock of six of these strange birds, and then realization hit. Those were airships…

Turning quickly Hermione ran to the captains quarters where she knew she'd find her mother and cousins planning what they should do now that they had to keep hidden. Bursting through the door the sudden abruptness caused the three men to jump and aim their weapons at her, "Hermione-"

"Airships"

"Do you know what kind?" The witch shook her head at Rick's question, "It isn't the Federation technically they've no jurisdiction in the Americas."

"Why the bloody hell not? The place is crawling with their agents and officials." Alfred asked walking out to see for himself.

"Because technically the Federation is allied with the Empire. Any new land discovered on any of the Terra's in their territories will remain just that, territories under the protection by both governments. But because of the Cold War and those territories are still considered unclaimed land until the people have voted, those territories are neutral ground."

"That doesn't help us now does it." Tate gruffed out looking up to the airships.

"It's about to get a little worse look." Alfred pointed out ahead of them, "Those are legionnaire ships.." Amelia said quietly.

Rick was shouting orders to ready the ship for a fight before Hermione took notice of something the others had not, "Wait! Look!" Just as she pointed ahead several minutes passed by and the only thing that happened were the airships rotating in form.

"They're just…sitting there."

"What do you think they're waiting for?"

Hermione jumped at the feel of a hand on her shoulder, sighing in relief finding it was only her mother, "Here darling put these on"

"Wha-why? And why do you have grease and oil on your-" and then realization dawned on her. That blockade of ships is a check point, after all they hadn't returned home so it would look suspicious on their part to leave Britain the very night their Gala went up in flames. "Change and make sure Jess is hidden somewhere safe…They can not find her. When you're done stay with Jax."

Hermione did as she was told as quickly as possible though it was a little hard to get Jess to sit in one spot as the little girl seemed to love the ocean and didn't want to go below deck.(she wished she had Harry's invisiblity cloak right about now) When finally able to get Jess to settle down for a bit the magi ran back up to join Jax only to find everyone silent as the ship neared the blockade.

"This is Captain Conway the Empire." A voice said clearly over a loud speaker.

"Good Afternoon Captain, May I ask why you and your ships have halted my crew and I in our task of heading home?" Rick replied with his own loud speaker and The crew yelled in agreement.

"We seek permission to search your vessel for several suspects in relation to the Bombing of the Magisters Museum nights ago."

Rick paused looking to Amelia who had finished wiping more oil and grease on her clothes. "As you wish captain." Rick turned signaling for Jax to steer the ship and stopping it next to the foremost ship. The Legionnaire soldiers stood at attention along with their captain waiting until the plank that allowed them to cross from one ship to the other was settle..however none of the soldiers moved until a woman dressed much like her male counter parts walked towards the plank back ramrod straight, hands clasped behind her back, hair pulled back into a tight bun with a stoic look upon her face. Her steps were heard with every connection of her boots." I would like to ask who is the Captain of this vessel."

"That would be me" Rick answered walking to the woman. Her uniform was adorned with more gold trimming and he figured her rank was higher then that of captain.

"Your name."

"Roderick Thorenton IV" the woman's eyes flashed recognition at the name but said nothing else of it, with a quick nod answered,"Captain Roderick I am Commodore Elston, we only wish a routine-"

Rick shook his cutting off the commodore's words,"No you're not. If this was a routine check there would be no need for someone of your rank here. Tell me Commodore who are these people you and the imperialist seem to be searching for?"

"The formerly renown geneticist Amelia Granger nee Reed. As well as her nephews Alfred and Tate Reed." Commodore Elston answered looking around at the surrounding crew her eyes landing on Hermione."You…you look awfully familiar? Have I seen you before?"

Hermione straightened but kept from looking to her mother who stiffened a bit. "I don't think that you have. This is the first we met commodore, though I would suggest you hurry in your search. We are weary from our own journeys and wish to return to loved ones at our next stop."

The older woman quirked a brow at the magi, "Have a sweetheart waiting have you?"

"If I did that wouldn't be any of your business."

The Legionnaire officer nodded slightly before signaling to her own to search Rick's ship. It was all Hermione could do to keep from glancing to the entrance that lead below deck. She hoped Jess was safe where she was hidden and that the young girl didn't let her curiosity get the better of her.

Fifteen minutes passed before the searching of the vessel was over and Commodore Elston called back her men and women before turning to Rick. "The suspects we're looking for are 2 males 3 female. One of which is a little girl."

"Might I inquire the reason for your suspicions?"

"As mentioned before we believed them to be involved with the destruction of the Magistrates gala not but days ago. The renown and highly esteem professor and former archeologist Jonathan Granger is missing as are his wife and daughters. They were last seen leaving the gala with 2 unconscious males believed to be Tate and Alfred Reed, the two archeologists said to have brought in the most recent of finds."

"And you wouldn't happen to have a picture of them by chance? Or a description of what they look like?"

The captain gave a pursed smile before answering,"You are free to be on your way captain Roderick. Your vessel is clear." With that she turned heading back to her own ship, her men following suit. When he was sure the ship was free of military personnel Rick ordered the ship to stay its course and to sail ahead as quickly as possible. It was only when they were far enough did Hermione watch as Rick called toward Jax and whisper something in his ear. The boy then scurried off below deck, "How long do you suppose they'll track us?" Amelia asked once the ship was on its way again. About twenty minutes had passed and Jax had yet to return. Though little Jess had come scurrying up and clung to her legs desperately.

"Just long enough to see whether or not we're carrying the fugitives they're searching for." Rick answers before grinning at the woman.