Alright everyone I am back! I am so sorry for the wait! But I really didn't want to rush these few chapters! But I am on a roll! So I hope you enjoy! Also as always I apologize now for any grammar and or spelling mistakes! ENJOY!

*Hermione's Point of View*

The smell of grass. Out of all the good that ever happened in my life; that small experience, the simplicity it holds, and the power it has granted me. When I was trapped, lost so deep in the darkness; the smell of grass was all I had. It was as if I was buried alive, and after months of clawing my way up and through the dirt; it was my first sign of hope. I have never been more relaxed and at peace, taking in a deep breath. I can almost smell the freshness; giving me a bust of joy and allowing me to send out another wave of bullets.

Months after months of research, experimentation, and a little bit of luck I was able to create the first weapon that can actually terminate a dementor. Since the creation of the dementor there have been no physical records containing any information on how to even go about destroying them. It took a good amount of time, but by combining the basic theory of how to resist and ward off a dementor attack and the efficient effect a gun with a metal bullet can have; I was able to produce the first working weapon. All in all it's a gun with a special bullet filled with a little bit of magic that's similar to the expecto patronum spell. The key to making the bullet work is by using the essence of that makes the user truly happy, then when operating the gun think of that specific happy thought. Over all the success rate has been remarkable. Yet the faint aroma of the fresh grass is slowly being overpowered by the smell of gunpowder, so much that it is overwhelming my thoughts and breaking my concentration. But I must keep going; I need to focus my mind. I cannot even determine if I am making any progress in decreasing the number of dementor's? It feels like each one I killed two more takes its place. I cannot keep this up forever; I must do something to put the odds in my favor. I have to win; at all costs I will protect these people.

Separating thoughts and feelings I can feel the numbness starting to take over. With each wave of the dementor's more and more of what little light I have in my heart and soul is being sucked right out of me. I promised myself I would never let go again, swore I would never walk down that dark path into hell. But how do you survive when you literally have the world against you? How do you live when every night someone is waiting for you to close your eyes and give into peaceful sleep? How do you defeat demons that not only haunt your mind but haunt every single person you ever cared for? How do you fight? How do you press on? How do you even think of waking up to a new day? I want to live. I want to see the sun again. I will protect my friends and love ones. I will fight. I will win. Even if it means sacrificing my own feelings, wishes, my happiness.

So I let go. Let go of humanity. Release the bonds of the world, the rules of society. Became the very demon that haunts my existence. Life and death. Good and bad.

I will survive.

*Jacob's Point of View*

Hermione? This can't be Hermione. When people meet Hermione for the first time they smile and wave; but when they turn away, turn their backs to her the truth comes out. They think she is cold, stern, rude, frightening; an emotionless girl with a porcelain face. Boy they are so wrong. The Hermione I know is so warm it's like standing next to the sun, her smile can light up a room, her kindness and patience to everyone is addicting. That is the Hermione I am in love with, the girl I will stand by forever.

That Hermione is gone.

Sitting next to me is a girl I do not know. Her face is expressionless, so calm it's unnerving. The shells from the bullets continue to fall in a steady flow as the mass of blackness slowly starts to dwindle. With perfect aim she fires each bullet loaded with a little bit of her magic and when they hit their mark the target vanishes in a puff of black smoke.

Just when I think she must be out of bullets she throws the guns down by my feet, smoke still slithering out of the barrel. Fumbling in her bag again she pulls out what looks a lot like a hand grenade and goes for the door handle.

"HERMIONE WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!" I grabbed her by the arm; has she gone crazy? Does she seriously think she is going to jump? "HERMIONE." She is still trying to open the door. I will not let her jump; I have no idea what good it will do, but whatever plan she must have we can think of something else. I have to snap her out of this; she seems to be in some kind of trance, but everything is moving so fast and she already has the car stopped and door wide open.

"HERMIONE!"

"It is alright, I will be fine; promise." A whisper in a storm, barely heard over the howling of the wind.

"Drive back to the Cullen's house and I will meet you there." How? How can she be so calm? This is seriously insane!

"Hermione, please there must be another way? I am not going to let you do this. I can't lose you again." I am literally on the verge of a breakdown. Every time I get close to her she slips right out of my hands. I am the one that's supposed to protect her. I am the one that should have to fight those things. How can this be happening again? Am I really that weak? Maybe, maybe I don't deserve to be her imprint.

"Thank you…" Her soft voice brought me back to reality and even behind her sunglasses I know she is looking me right in the eye. "Thank you Mr. Black so much. You are the only one that can seem to find me in the darkness. You have no idea how much that means to me." She found my hand and gave it a light squeeze.

She is free falling through the night sky heading straight into the center of the black vortex with such a velocity it was difficult to not lose sight of her. Suddenly she vanished into the depths of the darkness and a wave of panic swept over me. Whether it was a second that passed by or many minutes I do not know, she was falling so fast. The car is shaking but with a rush of wind and brilliant white explosion erupted from the center of the vortex and raced up towards the sky. I barely had time to swing the door close and punch on the gas. The light shattered into the sky sending out fireworks and sparks in all directions. Swerving through the chaos I tried to steer back to the Cullen's house. Please, please; make it back. You promised me you will be back. So I will be waiting.

To Be Continued...