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Warning: MA. Contains mature content (language, violence, and sexual content) and is intended for adult readers. SPOILERS! With references to both the Harry Potter and True Blood/Southern Vampire Mysteries (a.k.a. Sookie Stackhouse novels).

Chapter Thirty-Five

A few hours later Hermione crept out of the hotel room with all of her things in her beaded bag and met with Jason and Sookie, along with Bill in a travel coffin, in the hotel lobby. Not wanting to fly, Sookie had booked them an Anubis travel van. The witch knew Eric would be mad that she had left him, but Hermine was a little nervous about their relationship and found it getting serious daunting. Eric was… unapologetically vampire… in the best of terms she could think. She could handle his self-assured smugness, but it was his interactions with other humans that gave her a problem.

Travel from Dallas back to Bon Temps by ground was long, however she found the past time talking to Jason about their school days. It seemed that in terms of athletics, he would have more in common with Harry, but she still enjoyed the conversation, none the less.

Sookie, who had fallen asleep woken up with a start once they neared Bon Temps.

"What are you dreaming about?" Jason asked.

Sookie's voice was laced with guilt, "Bill."

Hermione grinned at her cousins, "I'm very happy we're not flying."

"This kind of reminds me of that bus ride back from all-state," Jason said as he looked out the van window. "Nothing looks exactly the way I left it. You know what I mean?"

"I've never been away before," Sookie told them. "Seems like something's different to me though."

"Yeah," Jason agreed.

Once they entered downtown Bon Temps, they heard the alarm going off at the fire station and graffiti and trash littered everywhere.

Hermione looked around in puzzlement, "What is going on?"

Jason sat up in his seat, "What the hell?"

People were acting strange as they ran in the streets and had a wild look to them, as if they hadn't bathed in weeks. Some of them were even naked or semi-naked. Suddenly a couple ran out into the street in front of the van, causing the windshield to break in the crash.

The Anubis driver turned in his seat, terrified, "They just ran right in front of me."

Everyone got out of the car to see if the man and woman were okay, but to the driver and cousin's surprise the two got up laughing. They turned to the cousins with completely solid black eyes.

"Hey, what the hell's wrong with your eyes?" Jason asked them.

Sookie turned to Hermione, "Have you ever seen that before?"

Hermione shook her head at the oddity, "No, I haven't."

"Let's go," the man said as he and the woman turned to walk away.

"Wait," Jason told them, "Wait, where are you going?"

"We gotta find Sam!" The woman said excitedly as she took off her shirt, displaying her red bra.

"It's almost time, man," the man told the cousins.

Fearing whatever else was going on and not wanting Eric in the crossfire, Hermione pulled out her phone and texted Eric, Look, I know you're Probably angry that I left.

She could almost hear the irritation in his words, I am.

Hermione frowned, Do not come to Bon Temps.

She was sure he was thinking she was avoiding him (that was why she had left, but it wasn't the reason in this case), Why?

Hermione sighed, Something is going on here. I will text you later. Just don't come here.

His answer was short, Fine. I will await your call.

The witch pocketed her phone as Sookie spoke up, "Let's get to Bill's house."

Hermione shook her head, "I'm going to Sam's to make sure he is okay."

Jason frowned, "Hermione-"

"I'll be fine," the witch told them. "I'll stop at Diagon Alley to get a new wand first."

~HG/EN~

When Hermione Apparated in front of Ollivanders she quickly went into the shop so she wouldn't be caught by reporter or fans of the Golden Trio.

"Hello again, Miss Granger," the weary voice of Garrick Ollivander surprised Hermione as she closed the door.

"Oh, Mr. Ollivander," Hermione greeted. "I'm here for-"

The old man nodded, "I know why you are here."

Hermione tilted her head, "Severus?"

"The young man did say you would be stopping by," the old man pulled out a box and put it on the counter. "He also told me that you know your family now."

Hermione nodded, "Yes, though I'm unsure as to how that would-"

"Open the box and take out the wand dear," the wise man bid.

She arched an eyebrow and did as she was told. The wand felt the same as her previous wand, though it also felt different. In fact, it felt more in-tune with her inner magic. She felt sun and warmth full her and when she flicked it, the wand shone the brightest Lumos she had ever seen.

"What wand is this?" Hermione asked in amazement.

Ollivander smiled, "10 ¾ long, vine wood with a dragon heartstring core."

The witch arched an eyebrow in confusion, "This feels different than my previous wand."

"Indeed," the old wizard told her. "As you can see, the vine carving is green and it was also created with the wood from the Dimensional plane of Faerie."

"Bloody hell," Hermione murmured and gave him the money to pay for it. "Ta."

"You're very welcome," Garrick smiled as heroine left his shop.

~HG/EN~

When Hermione Apparated at Merlotte's it was in the middle of the night and in front of Sam and Andy.

"Where the fuck did you come from?" Andy demanded. "You weren't there and then you were."

"I'm a witch," she turned to Sam. "What is going on?"

Sam sighed, "It's a long fucking story." He gestured to his bar, "We have to get Arlene."

She nodded, "Alright, but then you're going to explain everything."

Once they got inside the bar they noticed it was dark and quiet. Andy held his flashlight up as he scanned the area. He picked up a bottle of liquor and took a swig.

"Is that really important right now?" She whispered to the police officer.

"Fuck yeah," Andy said as he continued to scan the room with light.

"Arlene?" Sam paused, "You here?"

"Empty," Andy replied. "Just like the sheriff's office."

"No," Sam told them.

Hermione brought up her wand, "Something isn't right."

"There's people here," Sam said softly. "I can smell them."

Andy shone his light on Sam in confusion.

Just then, they heard wood creaking. Sam put a hand up and motioned them to be quiet. They heard, in Hermione's opinion, creepy laughing.

"Arlene?" Sam called out.

"Sam?" Arlene walked out from the back. "Oh, thank you Sam, you came so fast. I know how much punctuality means to you."

Hermione still felt that something was wrong.

"She's not commenting on my wand," the witch muttered in a low voice.

Sam stepped forward, "Are you all right?"

"I am now," Arlene answered as she looked around then held up a knife. Hermione drew her wand on the red-head. "Because soon he'll be getting what's his."

People began to surround them, chanting. The three normal humans saw that the others had complete black eyes.

"Oh, shit," Sam said.

"Not this shit again," Andy frowned.

A man grabbed a hold of Sam, to which Hermione shot a Stinging Hex at him, causing him to let go of the Shifter. Soon, Hermione was overpowered as someone grabbed her from behind and someone else grabbed her friend. Andy shot his pistol in the air, hoping to scare the people off, but they all just screamed and laughed. Terry grabbed his cousin's arm and began shooting the liquor behind the bar.

"Hey," Arlene grimaced. "At least shoot the cheap liquor. Bottom shelf, bottom shelf."

Hermione looked around, "This is chaos!"

Terry kneed Andy and took his pistol.

"We call this move 'stress inoculation'," Terry told everyone then began shooting around the room; first a sign, then glass, then someone in the shoulder. "Fuck."

Hermione's face went pale, "Bloody Hell!"

Instead of freaking out, everyone, including the shot person, cackled in laughter.

The person holding her tried to grab a hold of her wand, but not wanting a repeat of what happened with Newlin, she whispered a Repelling Charm. The person's hand got burnt, causing them to give up on taking the wand. This gave Hermione the opportunity to pull herself free to punch them in the face. The distraction allowed Sam to get free himself and the Shifter grabbed Andy's arm. As they tried to make a getaway, Hermione could feel her phone buzzing in her pocket.

"Come on. Back door," Sam said and they headed in that direction.

"They're getting away!" Arlene shouted.

"Go get him!" Terry commanded.

They got cut off by people coming through the back way, so Sam turned them around. "Follow me!"

As she followed Sam through the kitchen service window, the buzzing cellphone in her pocket continued insistently. Hermione could guess who would be so adamant at a time like this.

"Not now Eric!" She shouted as if that would get him to stop calling.

When Andy jumped over the service window after Hermione he got caught by the legs and people jeered as they tried to pull him out.

"Kick, hard!" Sam shouted at Andy as he and Hermione attempted to pull Andy into the kitchen by his shoulders.

When Hermione heard someone shout "Cut his feet off!" the witch pulled even harder, worried that they would actually do it.

"Freaks!" Andy exclaimed and he kicked himself free.

Once Sam and Hermione helped Andy, Sam led them to the walk-in cooler.

"Damn it, this door doesn't lock from the inside," Sam said as the crazy townspeople banged on the door from the kitchen. He found an ice pick and jammed the door handle, "Okay, that'll do it."

Hermione waved her wand and warded the door, "That will work better."

The three in the cooler then heard the crowd begin to chant.

Andy took a swig from his drink (somehow through all of that he had kept a hold of the bottle) and turned to Hermione, "What are they chanting?"

Hermione glared at him, "I have no idea! Just because I'm a witch doesn't mean I know what the fuck is happening!"

They then heard Terry whistle, "Hold up a sec! We have our EPW right where we want him. And there ain't no place for him to go."

The voice of Jane Bodehouse floated from the door, "And what does that mean?"

"It means we have secured the target," Terry told the crowd. "Mission accomplished. Bodehouse. Go call Maryann and tell her she can come pick him up."

Hermione turned to Sam, "Maryann? Tara's friend? Why does she want you?"

"For a human sacrifice," the Shifter replied to the witch.

Her eyes widened, "Bloody hell."

Andy frowned, "We are fucked."

Sam turned to the police officer, "We're still alive."

"For now," Andy said with negativity. "What are we going to do? Are we gonna have to kill them all?"

Hermione frowned, "No!"

Sam agreed with Hermione, "Yeah, these are our friends and neighbors."

Andy nodded, "And cousins."

Hermione began to pace, trying to think of a plan, "Right."

"We can't kill them," Sam replied as he crossed his arms.

"We are fucked!" Andy took a sig from his liquor bottle.

Sam nodded, "Yes we are."

Maybe she could use magic to get them out of the bar? "Even with magic, there's too many people."

They then heard partying coming from the main room.

Andy began passing the bottle around; first to Sam, who took a swig, "Aren't you glad I didn't quit drinking? This could save our lives."

When Sam went to give the bottle to Hermione, she declined and cast a Warming Charm on the three of them, "Alcohol may make you feel warm, but it actually cools the body down. Blood vessels expand, creating a greater volume of blood to be brought to your skin's surface, where the heat of the blood is dissipated to the surrounding air." They looked at her blankly, "Sorry, I'm a know-it-all."

Sam smiled, "There's nothing wrong with being smart."

Andy nodded, "You should go on Jeopardy."

She blinked, "Uh… right…"

"If I'd let this town when I wanted to," Sam gave the bottle back to Andy. "Nobody would be in this situation."

"Don't beat yourself up, Sam," Andy told him. "You been real good to this town. Even if you are a sometimes-nudist."

For the first time during this whole ordeal Hermione laughed, "What!?"

"Don't ask…" Sam's face turned serious. "What if Terry had shot that guy in the head instead of the shoulder? People are gonna start dying soon."

Andy frowned, "People are already dying. Nancy Levoir, Daphne… Hell, I never even knew her last name."

"Landry. Daphne Landry," Sam went to stand next to Hermione. "If that was even her real name."

Hermione tilted her head in empathy, "You were close?"

Andy consoled, "I'm sorry."

"Thanks," Sam then gave Hermione a meaningful look. "She was like me."

Hermione nodded in understanding, "Oh."

Andy stood up and stood next to Sam, "When I was growing up, I had a nanny. Her name was Annie." He gave his bottle to Sam and the Shifter took a drink, "Annie the nanny. She used to say to me that in the country of the blind, the one-eyed man was king. I think she told me that because she thought I was one of the blind. But you both, you got the burden of being the one-eyed man. I envy that."

Sam nodded, then looked to Andy, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Andy got back his bottle and took a drink, "I don't either."

Hermione stared at the drunken man in confusion, "…. Okay…."