I've been neglecting writing practically anything and everything lately since writer's block is a bitch. Hence the short chapter today.

Quil and Jared woke up quickly after Hermione's disappearance, purely because Paul whined and growled at them until they had no choice. He needed to know what they saw. He needed to have some clues to go on.

"She had a stick," Jared commented, rubbing his forehead and looking around at them all with a dazed expression. "She said some weird word and then bam, this red light came out of it and then the next thing I know, you're waking me up." Paul shook his head and stormed away, kicking at leaves and twigs on the ground. "What am I missing?"

"She's gone," Jacob answered eventually. "She fell over onto Cullen's territory and before Paul could persuade her back, she vanished."

"Vanished?" Quil asked in disbelief, his look of astonishment paired with his dazed look making him look high. "Like, teleporting?"

"We have no clue. She made this almighty crack sound and she's not there anymore. None of us can even smell her scent coming back onto this land - we couldn't even smell it get further into theirs." Sam said. "As far as we can tell, she's not here anymore."

"Have you spoken to Charlie? If anyone knows what's up with her, it'll be her Uncle."

"Paul, man, calm down!" Jacob shouted, following his friend as fast as he could so he could be heard and not left behind. "If you go into that place, shouting and raging, then you're more than likely going to get shot!"

"What do you suppose I do, Jake?" Paul exclaimed. "My imprint is missing. His niece is missing and for all we know, he could have all the secrets we need to find her. What if she's in trouble? What if she's hurt and unable to vanish herself back over here?"

"Then we'll find her," Jacob reassured. "We just have to be calm."

"Calm?" Paul asked, slowing down as he thought it over.

"Yeah, calm. Calm as in, let's not go bursting into an armed man's house, raving about how his only niece just disappeared when on your watch."

"Sam, honey, what's going on?" Emily asked, standing on the porch of their house. She was wrapped in a dressing gown and looked extremely tired which meant that she hadn't slept despite telling her to.

"Hermione's gone," he told her gently once everyone had left. "She disappeared into thin air like magic."

"Is that possible?" she questioned.

"In theory, is any of this possible? In reality, it's the most likely story out there."

"She doesn't look like a witch."

"Do we even know what witches look like? Are they green skinned and hooked noses with warts? Are they even real?"

For the whole car journey to the Swan's house, Paul had been relatively calm. Of course, his knee jittered and he chewed his thumb nails but he was panicking majorly. Until he saw Hermione's bike in the driveway and registered that hey, she really did disappear into thin air and not on her vehicle.

"I need to tell Billy," Charlie commented with a sigh once Paul and Hermione's friends had left. Jacob was a bit disorientated with how they'd disappeared into a fireplace but he wasn't one to judge when he turned into a massive wolf.

"No need, I can do it for you," Jacob offered, smiling to hide his worry about his curly haired best friend. "I'm heading home anyway."

"Well, if you don't mind."

Billy was still awake when Jacob returned home, it should've surprised him but it didn't since he often stayed up when Pack matters kept him out. He'd never admit it but Jacob could tell he was worried.

"Hermione's missing," Jacob offered as a greeting without any of the tact he normally possessed when breaking bad news. Though he hadn't had to break much bad news before.

"What?" Billy gasped, wheeling his chair to face his son fully. When he saw how pale Billy's face had gone, Jacob winced.

"She's been located somewhere and Paul's gone with them to get her but they didn't say where she was so in theory she's missing." Billy didn't say anything and wheeled over to his only son, putting a comforting hand on his forearm.

"How's Paul taking it?"

"As well as anyone possibly could when their soul mate disappears before their eyes and then they have to go to her by going through a fireplace." Billy nods understandingly and Jacob frowns at the lack of shock on his face. "You knew?" Billy didn't answer but Jacob could see the guilty look flash over his face quickly. "I can't believe you fucking knew that she was different!"

"Now, don't shout at me! I promised that I wouldn't be the one to tell anyone. I'm not even meant to know!"

"What do you mean 'you're not meant to know'? What aren't you meant to know?"

"I only found out because I was there when she told everyone but you're not getting it out of me. It tore her up inside not being able to tell you but as kids, anything awesome or different wasn't going to last a secret. She'll tell you herself and you'll accept that."

Jacob stared at his Dad for a few moments before storming into his bedroom and slamming his door. He was supposed to call everyone and let them know what was going on but fuck them. He was too pissed off to say anything politely.

Hermione woke up slowly, her body stretching beneath a thin blanket that had been placed over her during the night. She wasn't in a tent and she didn't feel a warm body next to her which meant last night hadn't been a dream and she really had freaked out. Great.

A warm hand stroked the curls off her face and her eyes blinked open in surprise, quickly adjusting to the darkness in the room and focusing in on Paul's face. She sat abruptly, the blanket falling around her hips and she only felt slightly comforted at his soft smile.

"Hey," he greeted.

"Hi," she replied tentatively and he smiled, chuckling at her discomfort.

"Is there something you want to tell me, sweet one?" She gulped and he moved from his chair so he was sat next to her. He took one of her hands into his and stroked his thumb across the back of her hand in a soothing gesture. "Your friend Harry tells me that you were worried about how I'd react. I seem to think that you forget I turn into a wolf."

"What else did Harry tell you?"

"Only that you were his best friend and if I did anything to hurt you then he'd come and castrate me. As if I could." Paul rolled his eyes. "He also mentioned that you were very lucky not to kill or seriously maim yourself by travelling as far as you did."

"He just worries."

"As he should," Paul defended, glaring at his girlfriend. "I don't know why you did what you did and I don't know how you did it but if it put you in danger, then you shouldn't have done it."

"Well I didn't know I was that far away at the time," Hermione informed him, kicking her legs free from the blankets so she could sit beside him properly. She looked at their joined hands. "I have PTSD."

"PTSD? What, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder?" She nodded. "How? You're eighteen!"

"War doesn't care about how old you are."

"War? Hermione, I think you need to start from the beginning."

Yes I'm stopping here, I generally want/need to know if you want me to write where she tells him about her past or to just skip over that. Please, let me know! Alsooooo, we're nearly at 300 reviews! WOOO!