A/N- This is of course merely a collaboration of Ms. Rowlings/ Ms. Meyer's worlds with my own take on PostWarAU. Only the unrecognizable characters are mine, all other credit goes to the wonderful ladies who've created such lovely universes. Many thanks to them.
New Beginnings
Chapter 14
Luna's DA coin burned for the umpteenth time. She fidgeted with the amateur binds on her wrists, attaching her in a crouch to a tree, if only she could reach her wand... Her captors seemed to be making arrangements, fumbling with some heavy instruments in the back of the truck, and so paid her little attention. She knew it was now or never to make her escape. She felt around for the sharpest thing she could find, a rusty nail saved her life before, perhaps it was too much to ask for a second time.
Hermione would know what to do, Harry would find some way out of this, Neville would be able to get away, she knew. Luna strained against the ropes and felt them bite into her skin; she moved them against the bark of the tree, a cedar, trying to wear them. Her nails were not strong enough, they broke painfully in her frenzy. Luna felt around with her legs, she needed something. There was a chipped piece of rock lying a few feet to her right that looked sharp enough, if she could only reach it...
Luna stretched her body out toward it with all her might, she twisted and turned as silently as she could. Sweat burned her eyes and wetted her flushed face. She couldn't reach it.
...
Harry couldn't breathe. He'd searched the school, the surrounding forest, and most of Forks. Someone had put in a report with the local police and so now he was sitting in the police station, across from a short balding man asking asinine questions. He needed to be alone. He needed to do something. He couldn't breathe. A tall blonde man strode into the room and flashed him a small smile.
"Carlisle, how can I help you this evening?"
"I was actually looking for Mr. Potter here." The man said, radiating kindness. So this was Carlisle Cullen, head of the vampire coven, Harry thought to himself. "Bill, have you sent out any notices to La Push? perhaps they might be of some help." Carlisle advised.
"No, I hadn't yet. I'll do that right now." Bill heaved out of his chair and left the room.
"Hello Mr. Potter, I've come to assist in any way possible. My daughter, Rosalie, is searching the town as we speak."
"Alright, let's get out of here." Harry murmured. "I need some air." Carlisle followed silently as Harry hurriedly exited the building and walked over to the near forest. His hands were shaking slightly and he clasped them together tightly, refusing to let it show.