"So, I was thinking-"

"That's always dangerous," Paul interrupted. He chuckled at Embry's huff of indignation before rolling over from where they were lounging on the grass so that he was on his side and could look at the younger wolf. "What's up?"

"Hermione has no idea where she got the wolf gene from." Paul hummed a sound of acknowledgement. "Neither do I."

Paul sat up abruptly, his eyes narrowed in on the other shifter.

"What are you trying to say?"

"What if we've got the same gene history? What if we're related?"

Paul was silent and stared at Embry. The emotions flickered across his face faster than Embry could catalogue. Contemplative, curiosity, sadness, pity.

"I'm onto something, aren't I?"

"You think that your parent, your mystery father, is the same man to have fathered Hermione?"

"Yeah," Embry said, looking down at his lap sheepishly. Paul was silent for a bit longer and Embry chuckled awkwardly. "You're right. It's stupid, it's-"

"Got to be true," Paul interjected. "It has to be. It makes sense."

"It does?" Embry puffed up his chest. "I mean, it does. Of course it does." His shoulders sagged and he looked back at his friend. "I'm still in the same position however. No idea who my dad is."

"Well, we can narrow it down now that you've imprinted. You aren't related to Jacob since you've imprinted on his sister."

"That doesn't really narrow it down," Embry pointed out.

"So we'll have to figure out how to narrow it down on our own."

"Jacob," Carlisle called, gaining the attention of the wolf, and the pack, and the coven and the human, and the witch. "May I speak to you in my office for a moment, please?"

"Sure thing, Doc."

Everyone watched with curiosity as their Alpha followed the vampire up the stairs into his study, shutting the door behind them as if it was going to make a difference.

"What do you need me for?"

"I have a note for you. That doesn't have ears."

"Already? I asked only yesterday."

"I have my own equipment, I don't need to take breaks, I'm also a vampire." Carlisle smiled gently as he handed over the note. Jacob exhaled. Carlisle couldn't tell if it was with relief or disappointment.

"Have you told anyone else about this?"

"I didn't think you wanted me to."

"No. No, not yet. Here, can you run this for me?" Jacob scrawled some words on the note before passing it over. "And I'll let one of them know what I asked for."

"I'm going to need-"

"I'll get it."

"I need some blood," Jacob told Embry as the two of them were patrolling.

"Oh my God!" Embry exclaimed. "I didn't think it was possible for the Cullens to rub off on you."

"Shut up," he groaned. "I had myself tested by Carlisle to see if I was a match for Hermione." Embry's silence was telling. "You've thought the same thing, haven't you?"

"I spoke to Paul about it. We're both genetic loose ends. Maybe we're linked."

"If you give some blood to Carlisle, we can see if you're related."

"But not who are DNA donor is," Embry finished with a disappointed sigh. "I'll do it though. For the both of us."

"I blame you," Fred snapped, frustrated.

"And I blame you," George returned. "Either way, we're here now."

"How can you tell?"

"Her wards are just ahead," George pointed out. "They aren't made to block us out or hide something, however, just preventative measures."

"Which means she's on the down low with violent enemies," Fred finished. "Eugh, why is our adoptive sister much more fun than our real one?"

"Don't let Ginny hear you say that, because then she'll show you the real meaning of fun." They were silent as they walked forwards and passed over the edge of the wards seamlessly. "But it's true."

"Aha!" he exclaimed, pointing at his one-eared twin. "I knew it."

"Do shut up Gred."

"No can do Forge."

Jacob and Embry eyed the two gingers as they walked onto their territory and noticed the unfamiliar clothing and the wands in their hands.

"The twins?" Embry asked. They matched the description Hermione had provided them, and even the image she'd showed them in their heads but they were also aware of how people can pretend to be someone in her world.

"Call for Hermione. We'll have her check."

Embry threw back his head and howled, startling the two wizards to a standstill. The rest of the Pack popped into the conversation and Hermione confirmed that it was them, but that she'd apparate to their location.

One loud crack later and she was by his side, running her fingers through his fur as she walked towards the pair.

"Boys," she greeted. "How mad is your Mother?"

"She thinks we're checking out a location in Seattle for a new shop," one twin offered. Embry couldn't see a difference to identify them, at his angle.

"And which one of you was it that I made out with under the mistletoe?" Both of the Twins smirked and Embry heard Paul's complaints and growls in his head.

"Me," they both piped up before spinning and staring at the other with wide eyes. "No way. You?" It impressed both Embry and Jacob that they could speak entirely in sync.

"Correct," she answered.

"Both of us?" one asked, and from his movement, Embry could see a gap where an ear should be. This one was George.

"When?" the other asked.

"Fifth year, at Grimmauld Place," she said, pointing to George. "And Sixth Year at the Burrow," she added, pointing to Fred.

"Hermione-"

"-Granger."

"You're incredible!" They both lunged forward and pressed a kiss at the same time, on either side of her cheek.

"Paul is a lucky lad," Fred added, before slinging his arm over her shoulders and moving to make her walk with him on the way towards the house.

"So, what've we got?" George asked, twirling his wand in circles.

They'd made it back to the Cullen's house and they'd been introduced to everyone, immediately mucking around with Quil and Emmett, flirted with Rosalie and Leah, shook hands solemnly with Jacob and hugged Paul. Seth and Jared were doing a rough and basic patrol.

"Human married to a vampire and pregnant, animal drinking vampires with no place to go and have to be escorted by myself, a rival Pack who used to be this Pack with only three wolves, this Pack who are currently homeless and a witch who is also a shifter."

Fred fell off his chair. George choked on his drink.

"It sounds busy when you word it like that," Jasper pointed out.

"I suppose fighting wolves and feeding vampires isn't that much of a chore," Fred commented from his position on the floor.

"But we're getting an explanation for your wolf status," George added.

"Naturally," Hermione shrugged.

"So, that's everything then," Fred said, dusting the seat of his trousers. "We can do this."

"Actually, I need your help with a spell."

George pinched the bridge of his nose.

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