I'm sorry I didn't post anything up on Christmas day as promised. Here's what happened…the new laptop I got on Christmas has absolutely no writing programs on it whatsoever, and I can't get onto my old laptop because the chargers broken and my brother threw it away. I've been waiting on my uncle's friend who offered to download a Microsoft word program onto my new laptop, and I was unable to get to any of my stories because something's wrong with the my flashdrive key thingy, so I'm still waiting for my payment so I can buy a new charger, and I'm still waiting for my uncle's friend… These past days, I've only able to do new things on my brothers laptop, which only has "text edit" so I have to then upload it as a DocX then copy it onto my mom's laptop when she's sleeping, and start a new document. It's extremely complicated, and I'm trying to keep my patience, but I couldn't hold it in anymore. I googled what to do… and I downloaded Microsoft Word Starter 10 and some converter thing, and somehow managed to get my key thing to work, and transfer my stories to the new laptop, which is now even more complicated than before.
So slowly, I'm fixing up all of the stories since converting it changed it in simple ways, and editing all my stories at the same time. So if you notice, I've fixed all the grammar mistakes and just mistakes in general in past chapters of nearly every story. I can't do all the stories in one day, because this is taking forever, so please be patient if you read more than just one. Hopefully they should all be fixed, and have new chapters by next week! It is taking a while though because after so many chapters I get lazy, and end up doing a one-shot… so if you notice… I have about 3-4 new one-shots(:
Well here's the chapter you've all been waiting for(:
Training
Once again the vampires were all neatly dressed in designer clothing, while the pack was shirtless. Dressed in long jeans and a long sleeved shirt, Bella sat on the hood of Emmet's jeep. Ron and Harry both wore long jeans as well, with a tank top while Draco followed the pack. It was difficult for Wynter to keep her eyes off him. Such pale white skin tightened with a hard body; deep creases where his eight-pack was, with a patch of pale blonde fur leading deep into his low sagging black jean shorts. She could see the faint lines of his own scars deep on his back. Ginny was dressed in simple shorts that reached between her thighs and knees with a tank top, while Hermione wore long jeans and a short sleeved shirt. Dressed in a short blue jeaned jumper that reached only her thighs, Wynter wore only a black sports bra under it. With her hair tied back into a bun, she flew Jasper far into the tree.
"We don't know how many Death Eaters they have," she shouted at everyone. "From our records, we know that seventy-one have been killed in the war, twenty-three have been pushed through the veil by Kingsley, and forty-nine are in Azkaban. We have two on our side, and according to both Snape and Malfoy – we're missing ninety-two. Now we don't know for sure if they're all in the new army, or only some. Or if they recruited any new ones."
"Once it was known that Severus and I joined the Order, we stopped getting their calls," Draco stepped up. Sweat was glistening on his forehead, making his face flush with a glistening heat in an attractive way, causing Wynter to have to look away. "Of all the Death Eaters that we couldn't catch, only thirteen of them could master wandless magic, and from all of us, only Morris knows how."
Speaking up from where she was sitting next to Bella, Ginny raised her hand, "I know only a few minor spells without my wand, but we can't win a war by just stupefying everybody. It will help out because they're paralyzed for a bit, but we need more than just that."
"Sirius wrote back to me this morning," Wynter held a parchment in her hand. "The Order is preparing back in London. We have twenty-six of our own members waiting for our word on what to do. And those are just strictly members of the Order, not including ourselves or all our friends that our willing to help us. Out of those twenty-six, twelve of them can do wandless magic."
"Twelve?" Ron shook his head, "No, only ten can: Mum, Dad, Snape, McGonagall, Remus, Tonks, Sirius, Kingsley, Bill, and Charlie."
Shaking her own head, Wynter smiled as Hermione coughed. "Seamus and Neville came to me for help during sixth year. They can do it to."
"Oh," after muttering something that even the vampires close to him couldn't hear, Ron sighed, "Well that's not fair."
Chuckling, Draco waited a moment before continuing. "Now, just because I can't block out my mind doesn't mean the others can't. That's why the Dark Lord thought of me as weak, I was the only one who didn't know how to. I'm also the youngest. I don't know if they recruited anyone after the war, but I do know that everyone else were fathers' of my classmates. Aside from my aunt Bellatrix, Death Eaters are only males, but it doesn't mean that wives or girlfriends won't fight alongside them. Look at my mother with my father. I know that the vampires he trained are fed only human blood, so they will be stronger than you guys, since you're all vegetarians."
"Right there's where I come in then," Carlisle stood up. "I work at the hospital; I can bring home blood bags from the donors."
"No," Alice shook her head, "That will break our treaty with the pack."
"No it won't," Sam also shook his head, "You need to be strong enough to fight them."
"You don't need to feed off of human blood," Wynter assured them, "Just be strong enough to fend off it."
"What?"
"There will be lots of blood being shed throughout this war. This isn't like the war you had this summer when Victoria came for Bella. This war is mostly humans; blood will shed, and you are vampires. It's their weakest point. During the final battle, once people began to drop, they started caring about feeding more than they cared about following orders."
"Wynter, no-"
Alice's vision came too late, and Wynter's wrist was already sliced open. She held it out in the air. Jasper's eyes were the first to turn black while he lunged in the air for her. Emmet tried to control his hunger, but after a while, he fell weak as well. Seeing her husband lose all his self-control, Rosalie attacked as well. "I'm going to be spilling my blood a lot without warning, you need to learn to control your urges, or you'll be killed in the war," Wynter said, flying the three who attacked her, into the trees with her wand.
"You can't just do stuff like that," Draco shouted. The anger thickened his voice, as he ran to her side. Grabbing her wrist in his hands, he used his wand to heal her. "Gradually work up to it."
"We don't have time to gradually work up to it," bitterly pulling her wrist away from him, she turned to Jasper who looked embarrassed, "I know you're the strongest in battle, but you're the weakest one when it comes to bloodlust. You didn't even try to fight the urge. We need to work on that."
"Sorry about that," he nodded his head. "I almost killed Bella on her birthday because of that last year to."
"So aside from Morris trying to kill herself," they could still hear the rage in Draco's voice, "They have mixtures of wolves. They have the slaves to the moon, and they have shape-shifters. Whereas you guys hunt bears and vampires, they feed off humans, and other wolves."
"We eat rival wolves," Sam nodded his head, "It makes us stronger. If an enemy wolf were to die in this war, we'll feed off them, and grow stronger during the battle."
"I killed Greyback," Hermione reminded them, "But they have hundreds more just like him. They're strong in their own sense; trapped between wolf and human. They're stuck with the strength and agilities of a wolf, but also some features of a furry human. They are neither slave to the moon, nor shape-shifters. They're as deadly as either, but stronger than both. A simple bite can turn you, and their nails are filled with a poison."
"Aside from you guys, we only have Remus," Harry also reminded them. "We don't have that much to train you guys with when it comes to them."
"I can," Draco spoke up. They noticed that when it came to this battle, he was the one taking over as the leader. And they allowed him to. "I was there when Greyback would train. They didn't think much of me because they were so sure that Morris would've killed me already. I know that as a reward for being good, the Dark Lord would often feed him a Death Eater as a prize. He fed off human flesh, and I know his soldiers did as well. It's what made them stronger."
"We'll figure something out," Sam nodded his head. "We're considered vegetarians to our kind as well, by not eating human flesh, but we'll work with you to beat them with everything else."
Nodding her head, Hermione stepped up now. "They go to kill the spares first, as we learned with Cedric. Spares are the ones that have nothing to do with what they want, and my cousin would be a spare to them. Not only does she have nothing to do with this war, but she can't defend herself either, and since I know her so well, we're gonna have to force her into-"
"I have to be a vampire within a week," Bella shook her head, interrupting before her cousin could finish her sentence. "Or else the Volturi will kill me. So unless this war's going to be before then, I'll be a newborn."
"Which means even more that we need her out of Forks by the time they get here," Hermione continued. "Alice, you're sure that we can't kill the Volturi?"
Alice nodded her head, "Bella was meant to be one of us. And she can fight. I've seen her as a newborn. She doesn't crave blood the way most newborns do. She'll be powerful on our side."
"Then turn me now."
Chuckling, Edward shook his head. Walking over to his wife, he wrapped his arms around her. "Just be patient Bella. I promised you I would turn you, and I will."
"I just don't understand why it has to take this long," she grumbled.
Rolling his eyes at the pout that Bella was now sporting, Draco cleared his throat again. "A witch and a wizard can be fighting with two people, but if they were to turn their heads and see you hurting someone on their side, they can kill you with their wand if your back is to them. Seeing as how you don't have wands, it will be more difficult for you to duel with one of them."
"And the giants," Ron reminded them. "They have giants on their side. I owled Hagrid, asking if him and Madam Maxine can get the giants to stay out of this, but if they bring in the giants, Forks will never know what hit them. This entire town could become destroyed."
"Then we need to clear out Forks," Jasper said.
"It's not that simple," Ginny jumped off the jeep. "We can't just clear out an entire town."
"We can clear out all the giants though," Cedric said, speaking for the first time. When he saw everyone giving him a confused look, he chuckled. "A portkey – we can send them off to the forbidden forest."
"But then they'll kill the centaurs."
"We can have the centaurs waiting for them. Or send them off to the mountains or something."
"But how will we get all the giants to touch one portkey?" asked Draco.
Alice was grinning like a mad woman at this point. "Let Bella handle that. She'll need to be changed by then of course. All you need is a simple tiny rock. Make that the portkey, and leave them with Bella."
"Are you mad?" Ron started choking. "We're not leaving Bella with a bunch of giants. They're insane. Even if she is a vampire, it just isn't safe."
"Just trust me, Ron," Alice told him in a soothed voice. "She'll be fine. If you have a power when you're human, it travels with you when you become a vampire, enhancing it. I can see the future, Edward can read minds, Cedric can do wandless magic, and Jasper can alter your mood. Bella is powerful. She can do it."
No longer frowning, Bella perked up at Alice's words. "I get a power?"
"Yes."
"Cool. What is it? Can I fly? Do I get wings? Can I do magic too?" shrugging her shoulders at all the weird looks she was getting, Bella sat back on the hood. "I'm just curious. I mean, what's not possible anymore? All this talk of a war between witches, wizards, giants, wolves, and vampires, and you guys are telling me that you don't believe in people having wings?"
"Actually people do," Ginny announced. "Veela's have wings."
"Vee-" chuckling with a twitch of her lips, Bella laid her body down on the windshield now. "Of course people have wings. I knew it."
Jasper, who had been watching Wynter the entire time, found this to be the perfect opportunity to attack her. Edward, who read his brother's mind, nodded his head. Before they could even reach Wynter though, they were already levitating in the air. Realizing that the training has just begun, Jacob attacked Wynter as well. Within a second though, he was being held back by an invisible force field. And just like that, everyone was attacking everyone. Esme was in a wrestling position with Sam, while Quil and Embry took on Ginny. Harry was up against Emmet and Rosalie, while Carlisle, Alice, and Seth took on Draco. Hermione was in a duel between Cedric and Ron.
"Morris," Draco shouted from where he was holding off the two vampires and wolf. "You can't hold back."
Trapped beneath Jacob and Edward, Wynter was still holding Jasper off with her mind. Her wand was crushed between her back, and the grass. Jacob was trying to bite at her, while Edward was pinning her down. Jasper fought against the shield, but it was useless. "This is training, Malfoy," she shouted back. It was then, when Jacob realized she was playing with them. "If I don't hold back, I'll kill them."
"You have to use more strength on us," Edward jumped up. He heard it as well. Wynter's voice was a dead giveaway that they weren't even tiring her out. "If you go weak on us during training, we'll be killed in a heartbeat in the war. Attack us harder than you have been."
"Stupefy! Stupefy! Stupe – dammit Alice! Stop moving… stupefy!"
Sending Emmet flying with his wand while fending off Esme, Harry turned to his girlfriend who was becoming frustrated. "Stupefy!"
"I had her, Harry!" Ginny shouted in aggravation.
"Harry just proved a point," Draco announced, dodging a spear from Carlisle, and Seth. "Alice was so focused on watching only Ginny's future attacks, that Harry was able to paralyze her. Death Eaters won't be as kind as we're being."
"This is being kind?" pulling out of his own battle, Quil shook his head. "I'm already out of breath, and I'm a wolf – it's hard for us to get out of breath."
"You need to come at us with the unforgivable curses," Emmet nodded his head, joining Quil. "If this is being kind, then we need to be prepared for what we're going to get into. So come at me, Draco. Use an unforgivable on me. Maybe because I'm a vampire, I'll become immune to it."
"Crucio!" Draco stood there watching with his jaw on the ground. The strong Emmet was now writhing around on the ground, immersed with pain, and screaming out in agony. Standing above him with her wand in her hand, was Hermione. "Emmet's right," her voice was harsh. She was no longer the bookworm Granger, but now the war hero Hermione. "We need to train for real."
The days followed in the same pattern. Billy was excited to learn that Hermione was the one his son imprinted on, and got used to seeing her at his house every morning and every night. Charlie was excited to see that Bella and Edward returned from their honeymoon 'early,' and glad that his niece got with Jacob, seeing as his daughter refused to. He was, however, depressed to see Bella move in with the Cullens, and Hermione sleeping at Jacob's every night. And to make matters worse, the Cullens just had to go, and take Wynter to. He had no idea what they were really doing.
Every morning they would meet back at the field. Draco would take the wolves, while Wynter would cut herself open. Rosalie and Emmet grew immune to her scent already, and Jasper could last one minute before attacking. One day though, Wynter decided to switch things up. Instead of cutting herself, she cut Draco open. Draco was pissed because he was working with the wolves when he felt the curse hit him, and sensed the vampire coming for him. When he demanded to know why she did it, Wynter simply shrugged her shoulders, and said she needed to make sure that Emmet and Rosalie was immune to the bloodlust, and not just her scent. It was a test, and they passed.
They would train from six in the morning, until five in the afternoon. Returning back to their places, everyone would train in secret. They were four days into the training when Wynter pulled another unexpected stunt. "Malfoy?"
Sitting at the desk in his borrowed room, Draco put down his muggle pen, and turned around. He was shocked to see Wynter standing in the doorway wearing a black colored strapless dress. "Yes?"
"Use an unforgivable on me."
"What?"
"Emmet's right," she told him. "We all need to be prepared. He can last thirteen minutes now before the pain kicks in, and Alice can last seven. Sam can go fifteen, and Jacob can hold it in for sixteen. The Death Eaters are going to come after us to though. We all need to be prepared."
"I'm not going to use the Cruciatus Curse on you Morris."
"You did before."
Draco sighed. His fingers pinched the bridge of his nose, and he sighed. "I was being forced to, Morris. And things are different now; I'm not like that anymore."
"I'm giving you permission, Malfoy! This war is because of me, and we all know it. I know it's the freaking elephant in the room, but it's me that they're coming here for. I need to be prepared. It hurts, you know. Your insides are on fire, and your bones are melting, and you can feel it. You can feel it as its happening to you. And then they add the whips, and it stings. Your insides are on fire, and your bones are melting, and you can feel it stinging you. Like a million bees all stinging you at once. And it bloody well hurts! And I want it to be numb. The vampires and the pack are numb to it now. And I want to be numb to it as well."
Among the Lashasa Palulu, there is no word for God. When speaking of divine things, they merely point at the sun. When they are indoors, they must do this with their feet, since they walk with their hands. If you have never seen a group of Lashasa Palulu praying indoors, with their toes pointed skyward, you have missed something. As Glory Hallelujah enters my anti-math class and smiles at me, I am tempted to spring onto my hands and point my feet skyward in a prayer of thanks, but I restrain myself.
Then we are sitting side by side, sharing the delicious secret of our Friday night date. I know she is thinking about it, even though she manages- no doubt through a huge effort of will- to give no outward sign that anything has taken place between us. She appears to be listening carefully to Mrs. Moonface, but she is, of course, thinking of what our life will be like together, henceforth.
I am also pretending to listen to Mrs. Moonface. I have long ago perfected the technique – invaluable in anti-math class – of not being noticed by being noticed. Let me explain. (pg.76)
"What are you reading?"
Returning the animated penguin bookmark in its place, Hermione turned around. Smiling at the perfectly perfect boyfriend of hers, she put the book down on his bed. "A book I borrowed from Wynter the day we came to Forks. I try to read it to get my mind off the war."
"What is it about?" climbing into the bed, Jacob pulled her into his arms. Grinning as Hermione wrapped her arms around his bare chest, he inhaled her strawberry shampoo.
"I don't know," seeing him look down at her with a puzzling face, she laughed. "I'm seventy-six pages into it, and I have absolutely no idea what it's about. I love it though. The boy, who narrates the story, describes everything in his own mind. He has an anti-math class with his teacher who he calls, Mrs. Moonface. He's in love with a girl he nicknamed Glory Hallelujah, and he goes on to describe the most peculiar things. It reminds me of Wynter in a way."
Laughing at the idea of such a boy, Jacob began to absentmindedly run his fingers through Hermione's hair. "And how is that?"
"If only you knew Wynter before she shut down," her voice changed, and he could hear that she was thinking back to before. A small smile fell upon her lips, and Hermione sighed. "Even when we first noticed her, when she was all bloody and shocked to learn that she was Voldemort's niece, she would always skip down the halls. For someone who hated attention, she did the oddest of things. Until now, we still don't understand how we didn't notice her until then. I mean I lived in a room with her for five years, and had no idea she even existed. She was so peculiar, so odd; believing in things that don't exist, skipping down the halls, and humming to herself. Just like our friend Luna."
"Luna Lovegood?" Jacob remembered hearing her name, because they liked to call her Loony. Well at least, Ron, Harry, and even Draco, liked to call her Loony. He caught Cedric calling her the same thing as well a couple of times. "The girl who hunts Nargles, and those Hornsprout things or whatever it's called; that's who Wynter reminds you of?" he asked in disbelief. Wynter was always so quiet though.
"Wrackspurts," Hermione giggled, "And yes, that Luna; always wearing odd robes, radish earrings, and talking of things that isn't real. We didn't know who she was until fifth year either. But it's like once you do meet them, it's like you can't not notice them. And that's the Wynter that we all miss. When Malfoy first approached her, she was still… you know… herself. But ever since that night that Snape killed Dumbledore, she's just been…"
"Darker?"
"Exactly, she's always stuck in a dark depressed state. She tries to smile, and she tries to go back to her old self, but something always brings her right back. And when I read this book, I only laugh. This nameless and faceless boy reminds me of the old Wynter from before I began to fear her."
"You think she's going to lose it one of these days, and follow in Voldemort's steps," Jacob realized. He suspected Hermione's thoughts from that first night he imprinted on her, but now was different. Now, she was admitting it. Loudly.
"Is that wrong of me?"
Is it? Is it wrong to tell someone you believe in them every day, and train by their side, convincing them to fight the good fight then secretly fear that they'll snap and kill you? Is it wrong to fear your own friend? Is it wrong to have second thoughts about someone you trust turning around and killing you? "I think it's normal," he told her. "To have doubts, but I also think you should have more faith in her. When she goes back into her depression, or when she shuts down, you should talk to her. She knows you fear her. Show her that you don't want to. Show her that you want things to go back to how it used to be. Talk to her when you get the chance. Take a break from all this training, and spend a girl's day thing or something. I think it's easier to turn evil when your own friends turn away from you."
Everything was on fire. The outlet was sparking as the electricity mixed in with the flames. Just gritting her teeth sent a surge throughout her entire body. Her bones went from cracking to melting. Staring into his eyes, she saw the pain. She fought against it, but everything was burning. Flames were licking at the inside of her skin. Knives were skinning her alive, peeling at her skin as if she were an apple. He wanted to stop, but she wouldn't let him. Silent tears rolled down her eyes, and he pulled his wand away. Gasping for breath, she held onto her stomach. "Again," once she found her voice, she hissed out the order. "We're not done yet."
Disclaimer: The book that Hermione is reading is titled You Don't Know Me written by David Klass! It's the same book from the very first chapter, and it's an excerpt from page 76.
A/N: I hope you guys liked this chapter. Review please(: Happy Holidays!
