AN: So, I'm back! I haven't actually updated for about half a year...*ahem* ANYWAYS, I'm back...with three new chapters. I have to type them all so calm down. We're coming to the end soon, folks. :) It's going to be a bumpy ride.

R&R lovelies. ;D

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Jacob and Rosalie descended the stairs in silence, neither having the heart to throw in a witty remark as the impending doom laid over them like a thick blanket of fog.

Fred and Blaise were talking quickly, having discussed the thing they'd need for the spell to work. They managed to find the exact item on Edward's clothing. It was a piece of hair. Bella's, to be exact. Bellatrix Jr's, to be even more exact.

Fred took out his wand and looked to Blaise. "Alright, we have everything figured out," Fred nodded decidedly.

"What are we doing?" Jacob asked, eager to be putting plans to action.

Blaise answered, "Rosalie and I are going to stay here and do the spell while you three go to Kentucky to find out what's wrong with Hermione."

Rosalie nodded while Fred gestured for Edward and Jacob to come to either side of him. As they did, Fred ordered both of them to hold his hand tightly. The enemies looked at each other before the two reluctantly grasped the offered hand. "Hold on tight," Fred instructed, and with a loud 'crack' they'd apparated to the Bluegrass state.

Rosalie looked to Blaise after they left and raised a brow. "Did you really need an empty house?" She asked him.

"It'll help with my concentration. I don't want to mess this up at all. The slightest distraction..." He shuddered a bit.

"Wonderful," Rosalie deadpanned. "Let's do it."

Blaise nodded, standing up and plucking a hair from the blonde before she could protest. "You're going to need to be laying down for this," he murmured, twisting the two strands of hair, he was now holding, until they resembled one.

She walked over to the couch and laid down, peering up at Blaise as he circled the couch, worry evident upon his Italian features. "I trust you." She had said it quietly, but being that there was only two of them, he heard her clearly.

"What?" Blaise asked, shocked. "Why?"

She wasn't entirely sure why she had even said it, so she shrugged. "We were told all about you and Draco, so we know about your pasts. You switched sides."

"That certainly doesn't mean you should trust me," Blaise frowned. "I've done things... Hell, if I was a supposed good guy I wouldn't even know this spell, Rosalie!"

"If you didn't know this spell then we'd have absolutely no way to save everyone and make this plan work. We've all done bad things, Blaise, and we all have to face our pasts eventually," Rosalie sighed.

Blaise didn't comment as he walked over to Hermione's trunk and rummaged through it before finally pulling out a small canteen with a yellow liquid inside of it. He pointed his wand at the mixture, murmuring a few words before he dropped in the wrapped hairs and swished it around before handing the mixture to Rosalie.

She grimaced, knowing she had to drink the strange concoction, and she pinched her nose before downing the oddity of a drink. She set the canteen on the floor as Blaise began to circle her.

He chanted words she didn't recognize in an odd language that sounded even more foreign than the usual European speakers she'd heard. He had pulled out his wand and was making wide, swirling movements above and around her.

She didn't say a word through all of this, knowing he needed intense concentration. Blaise finished chanting and he instructed her to close her eyes. She did so, and began to feel a sort of twitching in her face and body. She was beginning to change.

Edward and Jacob were both gasping for breath, falling on their knees when they finally landed in Kentucky. Fred merely raised a brow at the two of them.

"You bastard!" Jacob yelled. "You could've warned us about that!"

"Be lucky I told you that you needed to hold on," Fred muttered, taking out his wand and saying a few words that Jacob and Edward were sure was a spell. "I could've dropped your arses somewhere in Nebraska."

"Who put a stick up your ass?" Edward growled, standing up as Jacob did.

"I am just eager to figure out what Hermione has been doing to herself and why I didn't notice. I'm also a bit excited to rip off Bellatrix Jr's head. Maybe let Hermione crush her skull..." Fred mused.

Before either of the two could comment, Fred confirmed, "Hermione was definitely here." At an 'explain please' look from Edward, he continued. "I used a tracking spell." He pointed into the distance. "This way." Then he ran.

Jacob and Edward shared an eye roll before running off after the ginger. Their heads were still a bit dizzy from the new form of transportation.

"Hermione was in there," Fred pointed to a delapidated, old building. "That weird looking library."

They all ran inside, Fred groaned as he checked the time. "It's already 8:50! We have to hurry up!" The redhead murmured, shuffling through the destroyed books that had gone down with the building.

The three set to work immediately. "All of this are in latvian," Fred groaned. He quickly explained before he received another look from Edward. "It's a really powerful language that really powerful witches and wizards use in their spellwork. Just saying it is fine, you don't even need a wand sometimes."

Edward nodded.

"I found something!" Jacob cried, holding up a book, the cover reading, 'Būtnes No Nakts'. "This. It smells immensely like vampire if you ask me. Who knows? I am a werewolf though."

"Can you translate latvian?" Edward asked Fred, doubtfully. He made a mental to learn the language in the upcoming future.

"No," Fred sighed. Then he immediately lightened up. "But I wouldn't doubt that Blaise can!"

Fred grinned. "Grab the remaining books that aren't tarnished. Let's go." He held out both hands again and the two boys groaned as they apparated back to Forks, Washington.

They dropped the books upon arrival, quickly ordering an anxious Blaise to look through the one Jacob had picked up. Blaise informed them that the book was titled, 'Creatures of the Night' and searched hurriedly for vampires. His eyes filled with worry as they read each word, rapidly making him more and more concerned.

"'...savages. Only a Goldenrod, the state flower, can stop their bloodlusts. It only subdues them and usually ends up posioning them. If they only drink it for a year and have not had too many overdoses they will live on. Two flowers is enough to last a week.'"

He read the passage aloud.

"She has been posioning herself to control her bloodlust. She must've accidentally overdosed," Blaise shook his head. "She lied. She said she had this power... I can't believe we were stupid enough to believe her."

"She should'nt have been doing it in the first place, much less overdosing!" Fred said, indignant. "Why didn't she say something?"

"Fred, I doubt she'd tell anyone what was going on. You know Hermione has that whole 'No-damsel-in-distress-here' complex," Blaise sighed. "She didn't want anyone to worry about her."

"So," another voice asked from the doorway, "How are you going to help her?"

Fred looked up to address the person with the not-so-familiar voice and gaped. He was looking into the eyes of Bellatrix Jr.!

AN: Not bad, eh? Haven't been on for a while, but you got something to read now, huh? ;)

Well, R&R my lovelies. We shall see each other again quite soon. Most likely today!

HeartForSoul