To Readers: Very important: UPDATED- Sorry about this, but I've made some changes. The initial plot was going on for too long. The original plan was for them to go to a border town at the US-Mexico border, but now I've changed that to the Patagonian Desert to move things up more quickly.

To all my readers: I am SO, SO, SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING FOR A LONG TIME! I HAD NO IDEA HOW TO PROCEED WITH THIS ONE! IT WAS TRICKY! BUT NOW I DO! I'LL TRY TO UPDATE MORE OFTEN AND I'M DEFINITELY FINISHING THE STORY! So… PLEASE FORGIVE ME!

To Emrys myrdin: Le film est sorti plus tôt dans l'endroit où je vis. Et à vous aussi, je suis tellement, tellement désolé pour la mise à jour tardive!

This Chapter: Adsila has a plan to break out. The mysterious enchantress reveals more about her plans and why she wants the Cullens, the Volturi and the governing magical bodies to pay along with the No-Majes/Muggles.

No, you don't need me to tell you that I don't own Twilight. Or Harry Potter. Or Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.

Angela stared up at Keme up ahead.

"I don't blame him, but he seems…" Embry trailed off. "I don't know what to say."

Angela shrugged. "The family's been through some hard times," she said. "He doesn't want anything else to happen to them again."

She looked at them. "We're getting close" She admitted. "New Orleans is… Not always the safest place for even accomplished witches and wizards."

"Voodoo," Quil muttered. "And zombies and those Inferi things, right?" Embry asked.

"Right." Angela nodded. "And in the Louisiana Bayou… There are monsters there, just don't risk it." She shuddered.

"Great." Embry muttered. "Good to know."

Adsila moaned. Boy, she hated this.

As a member of the DOMASIA (The Department of Magical and Secret Intelligence of America) she had been trained to resist and react under extreme circumstances, including capture- and torture.

Damn, but it sucked.

But now she had a plan.

She found out what she needed to anyway- the man didn't have a damn clue- except an anonymous tip-off.

Oh, and to add to her humiliation? Yesterday he brought a camera crew. That's right, they filmed her. They said she was a witch, captured by the 'insidious head of an evil organisation, aimed to promote dark magic and the evil occult worldwide through the worship of Satan'. Oh, boy.

And she heard snippets of them arguing. They didn't think that she could hear them, 'passed out' as she was. But she heard them. She heard that an anonymous tip-off was leading them… Somewhere.

Somewhere where they would film the sequence. Her torturer told them that the head of the Second Salemers- whoever that person is- was ordering them to go to South America.

South America? What was in South America?

Whatever it was, it was big, and clearly, not something to be ignored. She needed to notify MACUSA, and the various Ministries and Councils of Magic- heck, the ICW if needs be!

And she knew how. She had built up her power. And prepared a shield charm while that jerk was asleep. And then, she had secretly sent (using an old magical Cherokee technique) to transfer a bit of power into flame. Well, in this case they had gas lighting, but it could be transferred and used to fuel a fire.

Right. She thought. It was time to get to it.

She needed to leave. Fast.

Adsila Sizemore Quintana was silent, deep in thought for a long time.

She had been with someone.

Someone who professed to know the future.

But damn. Crystal balls are such… Such…

She grimaced and drank her tea.

Nope, tea leaves would not work either.

She always preferred wands. She loved them. The science of it, the intriguing intricacies, the sheer, enchanting power of it… That made sense. That was beyond exciting and required intelligence, awareness and skill. She had been so passionate about wandlore, she treated it religiously even. Her deep devotion and passionate love for the art had attracted the attention of Garrick Ollivander in Britain and he had invited her for tea, and dinner, whereupon they had discussed at great lengths, the wand market in America and the cores, woods and combinations there, and their properties, as well as the ones in Britain. She had brought samples of wand woods and cores native to the United States. Garrick Ollivander had examined them, but he had grimaced when she explained to him who the four major wandmakers were in the US and what they made their wands out of. Violeta Beauvais only made wands out of swamp mayhaw wood and Rougarou hair. Johannes Jonker experimented with several different wand cores before settling only with Wampus cat hair. Likewise, Thiago Quintana had only one core, whatever that was (she suspected that it was White River Monster spine) and Shikoba Wolfe had worked with Thunderbird tail feather as well.

"But they're all the same," Mr. Ollivander complained. "And they live so far apart, how will you Americans know which wand wood and wand core is more suited for you than the others?"

She had scoffed. "My thoughts precisely."

Ollivander and Adsila Sizemore III had developed a firm friendship during which she had asked to work as his assistant- which he surprisingly agreed- and gathered woods and cores for him. In time she became his apprentice. She was determined to take wandmaking to a new level of refinement in America and so was Mr. Ollivander.

But the cores that British wizards used were different to those used by American ones. America didn't have unicorns or dragons or phoenixes. These were hard to find and not at all native. Importing them from abroad would be far too difficult, but her learning wandmaking in Britain when she planned to establish her craft in the United States, where different cores and occasionally woods were used. She had to test them out, travel and experiment herself.

And she did. It was some time before she met Thiago Quintana when she was viewing the White River Monster. He said he'd fancied her, but was far from happy that she was looking for White River Monster spines. He'd been gruff and she explained to him then that he should start working with a variety of cores, with which he firmly refused and insulted her. She had been offended. Their relationship was heated and prickly from the very beginning.

He thought she was a spoiled, snobbish, know-it-all brat from one of Wizarding America's wealthiest and most renowned families. She thought he was a stuck-up, bad-tempered, paranoid, jealous jerk who would not see reason.

She had complained to Mr. Ollivander about him during their contacts. She always thought he might be putting her down, doing everything he could to destroy her business before she even sold a wand. But that was not the truth, far from it. He'd kept silent. And from time to time, she could have sworn that while she was studying magical creatures and woods in Arkansas that he smiled at her direction with a soft look in his eye.

She also realised that he wasn't putting her down at all: apparently he was moving closer and closer. Becoming more approachable. Less cold and more civil, and then more and more polite. Trying to break the ice.

One day she had slipped and fallen into ice. A White River Monster was there. Not a pleasant encounter. But Thiago had saved her, subdued the monster, pulled her up from the ice and wrapped her in blankets, giving hr Pepper-Up potion and another tonic for shock and special tomato and chicken soup- his mother's recipe. They'd become friends, and quite close, often helping each other. And they had been in love.

Adsila III closed her eyes at all the memories.

They'd married. And boy, did Mr. Ollivander make a joke out of it. They had all bonded over talk of young love, relationships, family and wandlore.

Love doesn't always strike you down, she thought. It's not possession- it's not a one-way thing. She thought.

That's why she was so disturbed. The thought of the wolves' 'imprinting' way of securing mates… It sounded possessive. And Adsila- her namesake- had always been so fiercely independent.

It irked her, that concept- not that love could hit you hard and fast- she knew for some it was like that- but it could be one-sided and that it was a naturally-built thing to not merely seek out your soulmate, even though he or she could be unknowing and unaware of this, even too young to understand the concept of love itself. That a person could always pop up and act firstly like a big brother, then a best friend, then a romantic soulmate. It sounded like the imprinter was imposing him or herself upon the other person they felt attracted to. And how on earth could someone you see as a brother first ever end up being your mate for life?

Adsila III frowned and sipped her tea.

"She will survive," the seer said calmly. "And so will your nephew. They will not be crushed, I promise you."

Adsila Sizemore Quintana frowned. "There's something going on." She stated.

"All of this… There's something not right, isn't there?"

"No," the seer gave a sigh. "But… There are ways to solve the issue. If they work fast, that is."

"Is there anything I can do?" She pressed.

"Not yet," the seer replied calmly. "Not more than should be done."

She frowned. Seers were always so cryptic.

"You will know when the time comes. All you have to do is provide them with whatever it takes for them to stop this oncoming disaster."

"Very well, then." Adsila Sizemore Quintana sighed. "Very well."

The gas lamp burned bright as normal, eerily so in the darkness, but it emitted a faint hissing sound. It was almost time.

Adsila tried to hide a smile as her tormentor approached her.

"Given up, yet, devil's w***?" He taunted. "Have ya?" He raised the whip prepared to strike her again, bringing it down, only for him to fly backwards.

The gas lamp exploded.

The wood was dry and musty down in the cellar. Adsila had prepared a shield charm, and she would be unharmed. She simply waited while the whole house burst into flames.

Then she rose up, weakly but with strength. The bas**** had left some food on the table to taunt her, eating them all, while she starved. While it made her insides churn to eat something that he prepared for himself, she knew to survive she had no choice. Hunger overwhelmed her. She had shielded the table too.

Grabbing them and the bottle of water, she charged out of there.

It was a real pity she didn't have a wand.

But where was she? Startled, outside the ruined house, she looked around. She didn't bother stopping though, only looking in all directions, wary of another sneak-attack.

She was in New Orleans.

Adsila cursed and kept going.

"Heidi," the witch called out.

Heidi was waiting for her. "They're going to gather recruits," she murmured. She knew that this witch would make sure that no one would see or hear them.

"So they'll be scattered," she remarked. "I take it they're not just looking for them in Europe."

"No," Heidi frowned. "We're almost finished. But then how will we…?"

"Because right now, is not the time," her brows furrowed. "You want vengeance, so do I. You want the Volturi and the Cullens to pay? So do I. I also want MACUSA and the ministries and councils of magic to pay. And the Muggles." She stated. "The non-magicals. We will have vengeance Heidi, and they will know what it feels like- I promise you, they will," she said calmly. "But vengeance, as the Muggles in America say, is a dish best served cold. We can't act rashly or angrily. Not until the time comes. When the timing is right and the place- and it will come soon- the pain will be ten times more than what they would feel. Now is far from the right time."

Heidi nodded. "I understand."

"Keep searching for recruits," she suggested. "You want the Volturi to get all the help they need. Them and witnesses. The more the better."

She looked at her. "The Cullens are on the run. They're getting desperate, but they're scattered. We need them there too- it's worse than killing them before this is done. The agony, the betrayal… Oh, now they will know what it feels like." She said smoothly. "Right now they could be anywhere. We need them right where we want them."

"And how are we to accomplish that?" Heidi asked, bewildered.

"The Cullens know no loyalty other than to themselves, first and foremost," the witch replied. "And so… We have one of them."

"Who-" Heidi's eyes bugged. "The girl. Their daughter." Renesmee.

The enchantress smiled. "The NSPS received an anonymous tip-off too. Now, I have the Cullens' daughter. I also have a MACUSA wizard. And something which will no doubt lure the Volturi to Argentina when the time comes."

"Argentina." Heidi mused. "That's where it will happen?"

"At the biggest and most exciting event in all the magical world." She smiled. "Where not just witches and wizards but all manner of magical creatures will gather and congregate. The Muggles will have no choice but to accept the proof of it all, especially as the NSPS have grown in number." She loathed the fanatic American Non-magical society but they would have their uses. Because of them, their world will burn, their people will suffer and she would have vengeance upon the Muggle world, the ministries and councils of magic who were supposed to protect their people but instead hid them.

"They only grew because I allowed them to grow, Heidi," she remarked. "Most American Muggles- or No-Majes- would only scoff at their idiocy and 'superstition' if it weren't for me. I gave them the fuel to light their flames. But the fire would not merely consume the greedy, corrupt and traitorous governing bodies that betray their own people- but themselves. And now with that vulgar creature that is soon to enter the White House in Washington D.C as No-Maj president –he hates outsiders who are non-magical and merely new and remotely suspicious to this country- he will fan the flames into wildfire. If he hates non-magical outsiders who are different and are overly suspicious of them, I am sure he will feel more hatred towards everything remotely supernatural. The Muggles- or No-Maj electoral college have already elected him."

Heidi bowed her beautiful head.

"In the meantime, keep an eye on Jane and Alec, please?" She asked. "It would be a pity if they missed the party. Marcus too."

"What about the Obscurus?" Heidi asked.

She half-turned. "Grindelwald made a mistake in thinking he could ever control an Obscurus-possessed child. But I have no such ambition. They're too dangerous. You can't cure someone who's mentally and emotionally unstable. Someone who's been locked up, tortured and starved since early childhood, neglected and deprived of love and comfort. They suppressed their abilities, instead of learning how to control them- they tried to crush them." She said bluntly. "But their powers are tied to their emotions and you can't get rid of those: fear, terror anger, pain, hurt, love, desperation. A child feels all those. And thus their magic lashes out. It grows stronger and more powerful, but with a will of its own. You can't cure an Obscurus any more than you can eradicate someone's mental disease. You can't extract the parasite from the person. But you can give it a peaceful end." She said quietly. "I will regret it the most," she said softly. "Not being able to save that poor child. After all, I was a mother too." Heidi could see her face clearer now. "Until the Cullens, Volturi and Muggles were responsible for their deaths along with my husband and parents." She took a deep and shaky breath, turning towards Heidi. "And those of my brothers and sisters. Once I had a family. Like you. But the self-centred, obsessive, unconcerned and callous whims of these people destroyed them all. Now, only I remain. But I will make them pay. So must you. They were your family too. And I think you've sat still long enough."

Heidi nodded, not meeting her eyes. She was right.

It was time to make them pay. All of them.

Keme froze. "What was that?" He demanded.

Angela whipped out her wand along with him. "Get ready," she warned the wolves.

They crouched, ready to transform.

Just then something flew at them, but it wasn't a zombie or a rougarou. It wasn't even a No-Maj.

It was Adsila.

She gasped and fell to the ground.

"Adsila?" Keme gasped. Seth launched himself towards her, but she was bleeding.

"Have to get away," she mumbled. "They'll be… Searching. I set the house of fire."

"Come on." Keme lifted Adsila up. "We have to apparate to Aunt Adsila's."

"Alright Keme," Angela advised. "The four of you, hold on."

They held on and with an ear-splitting crack they disapparated.

"So no help," Emmett said glumly.

"None," Carlisle said gently. "Besides, we've asked them enough. Last time they were only meant for witnesses. Now we don't know what we're setting them up against."

"He's right." Esmé agreed.

"So what shall we do?" Jasper asked. "Go back to Forks?"

Bella agreed with that decision. "Nessie," she said warily. "But they'll definitely be there." She wanted to go home. She wanted to lie down, even though she couldn't sleep. To feel the warmth, the cosiness of four walls around her, the Cullen's big house with its pale white walls, decorated with art and antiques or her small, tasteful, pretty cottage with its sofa, Ottoman and medieval chair and its stocked bookcase. Nessie's nursery. Her bedroom. Smell the fragrance of her daughter's hair, feel the warmth of her little form in her arms.

She closed her eyes longing for home and a simple life.

"But we can't," she whispered. "We have to find Adsila. Get them to listen to us. We don't want war. Show them we're the good guys. That's the only way we'll be able to live our lives in peace."

Edward nodded, reluctantly. "She's right. Now where…"

Alice gasped. "New Orleans. No- wait. They're at a shop in…" She blinked.

Edward grabbed Bella's arm. "Let's go."

"Adsila." Keme set her down.

"Adsila." Seth gasped. "Angela, could you-" Keme began.

She cast a diagnosis spell.

"Broken ribs and ankles look twisted and broken too," her face was white. "Internal bleeding as well as external to the head. Skull appears fractured. She's suffering from blood-loss and malnutrition. Spinal injuries as well. Her injuries have not been attended to." She took a shaky breath.

"Accio Blood-Replenishing potion." She murmured, waving her wand. "Accio Nutrient potions." She summoned various other things. "Accio Dittany. Accio Pickled Murtlap." Those things zoomed at her.

"Give us some space." She ordered. "I'm going to put her to sleep now so I can perform emergency surgery." They nodded.

"Seth." Leah touched his arm and pulled him back while Angela worked on Adsila.

He was shaking, white and sweating, like mad. He looked sick. Like he wanted nothing more than to lurch forwards and scoop her up in his arms. But he obviously knew better. Angela looked like she knew what she was doing.

Keme looked pale and clammy as well. It was some time- who knew? A few hours at most- when Angela announced she had finished and could do no more. "Now she has to rest." Waving her wand, she levitated Adsila's motionless form so they would be able to carry her upstairs.

"Well, we found Adsila." Embry said glumly.

"And she's safe." Keme heaved out a sigh. "Now all we have to do is inform MACUSA."

"Inform MACUSA?" His aunt's voice sounded from behind him. She shook her head. "Good luck with getting them to listen."

Keme spun around. "Aunt Adsila." He stated.

"So she's safe?" His aunt asked sharply.

He nodded. "She's resting upstairs. Angela performed emergency surgery on her."

"Good." She looked enormously relieved. "We've had news."

"What news?" Quil looked puzzled.

"An Obscurus." She sounded grim. "It's been sighted. And it's heading south."

Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was supposed to be deserted right now. The masked witch sighed as she took in the beauty and magnificence of the granite castle. It's magnificence displayed in a grand combination of towers, curving bay windows, slanted roofs with dark-tiles, gabled dormer-windows and so much more. She could easily see the hall where the students would be sorted. And one of them would have a certain witch from Forks, Washington.

Memories of Hogwarts surfaced in her mind. It looked so much like home, both castles. So warm and cosy, despite the magnificence. But like Hogwarts, it could shape people's lives not only for the better, but for the worst.

She needed to speak with the Headmaster, Agilbert Fontaine. About Claire Young-Wanalosett and the witch who was out for revenge.

"You have to go to the Argentina, to the Patagonian Desert." Aunt Adsila said firmly. "The Cullens are being lured there. Whoever these people are, they have their daughter."

"They'll come for her." A voice stated. They all looked up. Adsila looked weary but alert. And far from pleased.

Her eyes narrowed as she regarded the wolves. "And I think you have some explaining to do."

"So how did you manage to lure that Dhampir child out of Forks?"

"With the Obscurial." She replied, calm as ever.

"Despite being half vampire, she has… Incredible sympathy. Of course she ended being drawn in. Curiosity killed the cat as the Muggles- sorry, No-Majes say." She sighed. "And Jacob Black is currently making his way, searching for her."

"They're in a mess." The dark-haired witch looked grim. Revenge was on the way.

"We're almost there." Her tone and expression darkened and hardened. "We're so very close. Closer than we've ever been. Years of oppression, un-caring and callous leaders, suffering in silence has led to this. Now we will have revenge."

"All of us." He agreed, sending the owl on its way. The Cullens might be all over the place, but there were some people who cared. And they bet they knew where they would be.

"So you Cullens are vampires who have a Dhampir daughter and shapeshifting humans that aren't wizards or No-Majes but call themselves werewolves even though you're not?" Adsila asked coldly.

They nodded. No one told her about the imprinting yet. They didn't know how to broach it to her and whether or not she would freak out.

Her eyes narrowed dangerously. "And all that just happened?"

"It did." They all agreed, including Keme and Angela.

Adsila IV sighed. "Keme you should get back home, the children-"

"Are fine. I've checked up on them and Eduda and Elisi are with them and our House-Elf." He stated.

"Well, in that case, we'd better warn MACUSA." Adsila said shortly. "The NSPS are heading to South America."

"South America?" Leah said, bewildered. "What's there?"

"I don't know- a lot of magical things." She said bluntly. "Creatures, plants, wizards and witches. Castelobruxo, the South American school in Brazil that takes everyone from South and Central America. Some of the most famous Quidditch teams in the world."

"Quidditch?" Quil asked, puzzled. "It's to wizards what soccer is to No-Majes- the most popular and widely-viewed and played sport in the world, though some people in the US prefer Quodpot." Adsila closed her eyes. "There's four balls and it's played on broomsticks. Tell you about it later." Angela muttered.

"Sounds pretty cool."

"Anyway," Adsila interrupted. "They're heading down south. I don't know what's going on, but I heard that the NSPS received an anonymous tip-off. That means that- whether or not whatever it is they're so eager to see is true- they're going to South America." She frowned. "Whatever it is… They won't even be able to get close. I researched Castelobruxo," Angela put in. "All the magical schools that have been registered, that is. It's an imposing square edifice of golden rock that looks like an ancient pre-European temple, but it's shrouded entirely in magic. If No-Majes set eyes on it- if they ever manage to make it to that part of the Amazon rainforest which is actually impossible, even with sophisticated mountain-climbing equipment, helicopters and planes- they wouldn't be able to see it." They all looked at her. "It looks like a ruin to No-Majes. They see it, it's a dangerous ruin with signs that tell that it's dangerous and could collapse any moment. Plus, it's guided by the Caipora. They're small, furry spirit-beings who are… Extraordinarily mischievous at best and a pain in the neck at most."

"So not Castelobruxo." Adsila stated. "Or Ilvermorny. As far as we know they don't know where the schools are. But…" Her face sunk into her hands.

"Adsila." Seth sounded worried. He moved over to her and touched her shoulder. Keme stiffened but said nothing.

"I'm fine." She said softly. "But it doesn't discount the fact that whatever it is they're looking for, there are plenty of magical things in South America. And whoever gave them a tip-off…" She paused. "I think it's a traitor."

After that horrifying thought, Adsila managed to convince them not to contact anybody to tell them of their location, likely also remembering what happened to Garrick Ollivander in Britain during the Second Wizarding War and not wanting the same thing to happen to her aunt.

She was in a soft bed with warm, clean sheets. She had eaten a filling- but not sickening- amount of hot chicken and tomato soup. She had had a bath. Her injuries were healing swiftly.

And yet something irked her.

Something was not right. She knew that there had to be a traitor. Something was very, very wrong.

And then something happened.

She fell asleep- but not before she set up dream-catchers. These were special types. Not to ward off nightmares and catch good dreams, but things that she had to be aware of. A magical Native American spell had been cast on them.

And she dreamt.

She dreamt of a mass of something. Like black fog, but it wasn't. It was unstable, dark magic. Chaotic and powerful. It was destroying everything.

She dreamed of a massive russet-furred wolf and a wizard in MACUSA robes and a girl who looked like Edward Cullen. Renesmee. The Dhampir daughter.

And a desert ... A desert with magical parts embedded within it but the No-Majes were unaware of that as usual. They only saw a great expanse of sand and dust.

And someone… Turning. Her face smiling in a sinister way. With dark hair and eyes, and pale skin.

That was before she woke up.

And she looked down to see the Cullens had had arrived.

To say that Adsila was pleased to see them would be a blunt lie. Her aunt and namesake wasn't pleased either, any more than the wolves but they let them in nonetheless, before anyone could notice.

Everything had been explained to Adsila IV- and III- but it didn't make them any happier.

Nevertheless, they were also suffering for things, and they- after realising that they also had a common enemy- told the Cullens everything that had happened.

"Someone did betray us." Edward said. He told her about the witch.

Her eyes bugged. She remembered the witch in her dream now.

"That's her," Edward whispered, seeing her thoughts.

"But why would she do that?" Adsila IV hissed.

"I don't know," Esmé whispered. "None of us do."

"This has to be a trap," Adsila and Keme said at the same time.

"What choice do we have?" Bella burst out. Adsila's eyes narrowed.

"For one, you don't act without thinking." She said through gritted teeth. Bella immediately quietened.

"Hey, it wasn't Bella's-" Adsila turned her heated glare at Edward.

"Enough. Maybe another time." Aunt Adsila said firmly. "But not now. We all have bigger things to worry about. Is there any way you can inform the other members of your pack?"

Adsila scowled and Keme's face darkened. Seth winced at that. No, he definitely couldn't tell her now.

"The Floo network?" Angela suggested. "Or just a fire."

"What if they're checking the all the fires?" Adsila said suspiciously. "And they're being monitored?"

"It's a risk we have to take," Angela said determinedly.

Adsila frowned. "What date is this?"

"It's June 31st." Angela replied. "Why?"

Adsila swore in Cherokee and Narragansett Algonquian.

"Damn it." She cursed. "The summer break. I'm not sure if the students at Castelobruxo follow the same school year as Ilvermorny, but it's a good chance that some kids from Ilvermorny and their families will be vacationing in South America." She scowled. "Damn it. But they're luring the NSPS there. A huge number of them with camera crews."

"But that doesn't mean they'll find anything though," Keme said, doubtfully.

"I know." Adsila looked up at her brother. "But still…"

Alice froze. And then gasped.

"What?" Adsila said.

"She can see the future," Bella explained. "Alice? What is it? What do you see?" Edward pressed.

"The Volturi," Alice gasped. "They're coming… To South America."

"What?" The witches and wizards of the room sounded bewildered. Alice moaned.

"They heard about what happened to us," she wailed. "They're on the way. Now they have proof that we've endangered the whole vampire world. They're going to punish us."

"They're heading to Forks?" Emmett blurted. "Again?"

"Wait," Keme halted. "Who are the Volturi?"

Doctor and Mrs. Cullen hastily explained to them.

"Oh," Adsila closed her eyes. "Just when we thought things couldn't get any better," her brother growled.

"So they're heading to Forks?"

"No," Alice looked startled. "Right now… They're recruiting."

"Recruiting?" Bella looked alarmed.

"More members of the guard. More witnesses. That's before they head to America." She blinked.

A flash of visions made Alice see something. A crimson dress. Mahogany curls. The most beautiful face for a vampire.

"Heidi?" She sounded puzzled. What did Heidi have to do with this?

"Is she recruiting?" Jasper asked.

"I… I think so. I see them. Heidi and Demetri. Felix. Alec and Jane. Corrin, Chelsea, so many others. They're all over the continent. But they're not just in Europe. They've gone to Asia too. And Africa." Her eyes bugged. "Edward- they're getting three times the number they brought with them to Forks."

He groaned and covered his face with his hands. "And how are we supposed to keep Nessie and the others safe by that with MACUSA on our tails?"

"They-" Alice froze. "They're not heading north. They're… Going south." Keme and Adsila stared at her. "They're heading... To South America." She blinked.

"Why?" Keme demanded. He stared at his sister and his silent, brooding aunt and Angela.

"You said they're recruiting right now?" Alice nodded. "They're almost finished."

"Merlin's underwear," Adsila gasped. The wolves and the Cullens stared at her. Her eyes shot at Edward. "You said this witch set you free? Only to frame you? Someone in MACUSA tried to execute you?"

"Yeah, but she set us free again." Jasper stated. Rosalie frowned. "Where are you going with this?"

Edward gasped. "There is someone in MACUSA."

"Not just that," Adsila muttered. "So there's someone in MACUSA. And based on what I know, a number of really inappropriate incidents have led to more No-Majes joining the NSPS or Second Salemers. And I did hear they received a tip-off." She said darkly. "From an anonymous somebody. And not to mention, the Volturi are heading this way. And that No-Majes are currently having a tense time. They elected a president here in the United States that's not exactly… Well-loved by all."

"I'd say," Edward, Emmett, Jasper and Rosalie muttered.

"And everything's so tense… She framed you." Adsila gasped. "She wants a three-way war."

Their eyes shot up at her. "What?" Angela gasped.

"No-Maj, wizard and vampire." Keme breathed.

"That's why she framed you," Adsila whispered to the Cullens. "In order to start a three-way war. To lure the Volturi to the Americas. But to get MACUSA to treat you as runaway fugitives- which you admittedly are at this moment. Luring you to South America. And meanwhile getting the NSPS to go to South America too."

"But why?" Quil blurted. He sounded frustrated. "What's in South America?"

"The question is, why do they want everyone to attack now, and in South America?" Adsila got up and began pacing. Keme scowled.

"If these Volturi are recruiting… They're scattered all over the continents," Adsila began. "That's what you said." She nodded to Alice. "They're scattered. It's a bad time. They'll be all over the place."

Keme nodded. "Even for you immortals, this could take a long time." He agreed.

"And MACUSA is currently trying to find me and dealing with numerous crises. President Quahog once said- before I left- something to do with the ICW- the International Confederation of Wizards. Our UN." She frowned. "They're putting pressure on him to do something about the NSPS and reinforcing Rappaport's Law completely which would bring stricter measures to the witches and wizards in the United States. They'll be too busy to even stick their heads up for air even for a moment. The No-Majes are rioting about their president-elect, and the No-Maj White House are busy trying to secure a peaceful transition." She muttered. "This doesn't make any sense!" She exclaimed, frustrated.

"No," Keme agreed. "Only an idiot would attack right now." They both said.

"And whoever this witch is, she is clearly not an idiot," Adsila said frustrated.

"She wants the full attention. There's a reason the NSPS are bringing a camera crew to South America. A big one. And I bet they're getting a lot of people and they've infiltrated the White House too." The wolves and Cullens looked alarmed. "So a direction connection to the footage- whatever it is- they're planning to capture in South America and North America's media. But not now, surely. The media are too occupied about the orange buffoon about to go into the White House. And the Volturi are recruiting. So it can't be now." She said frustrated.

"So when?" Embry demanded.

"I don't know!" Adsila threw her hands into the air. "Whoever this is, she wants the full attention of the No-Maj World, the Wizarding World, and the Vampire one. She wants a war the size that would shame the First, Second and Global Wizarding Wars! Something to make the No-Maj World Wars look like a kids' food-fight! She wants an explosion, she wants people's attention-" her mind drifted to the- many- kids and their families heading to vacation in South America.

"She wants- Merlin's beard!" She gasped.

"What?" Keme demanded.

"The World Cup!" She gasped. "The Quidditch World Cup- it's in July, in Argentina!"

Once again, I am so, VERY, VERY SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING THIS IN A LONG TIME! I'M SO SORRY!

And I've changed the date to make it correspond with the Quidditch World Cup. It's 2014. Even in the first page it would have changed. As for the guy they talked about, technically he wasn't anywhere near being president-elect during this time, but to make things more tense within the No-Maj community in this 'verse, I admit he has. Besides, in Harry Potter and the Queen's Handbag, Harry, Ron and Hermione learn that it's the queen's eightieth birthday. The timing is wrong as the queen turned eighty in 2006 when the skit was made and Harry Ron and Hermione being students meant this was somewhere between 1993 and 1995. So the queen is older in that universe.

So hey, I'm in good company. Look up the skit, if you don't believe me.