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*Hermione's Point of View*

The fire was starting to dwindle, leaving bright embers that crackled and shot sparks into the black night sky. With each crack of the fire my mind was brought back into the past, back into that viscous fight.

Crack…

Lightning flashed through the air; so loud that it engulfed the screams and made the earth tremble.

Crack…

Green light poured out from wands held by heartless monsters. Laughing louder and louder as their victims cries grew with each passing second.

Crack…

A monster appeared before me, blocking out the light. All that can be seen is that mask; the mask of a killer, of a Death Eater.

Crack…

The smell of burning flesh. The iron aroma that only blood can produce.

Crack…Fear.

Crack…Pain.

Crack…Death.

Can I handle another war? Can I walk through fields littered with bodies and blood? The screams and cries that once filled my mind may soon become loud and clear again.

No.

I will not be weak. I will not give up. I fought in a war that made the record books, a battle that will forever be remembered and feared in the history of the magical world. I died in that war, I was shot down, I was beaten, I was tortured, and I was broken. But in the mist of the smoke and fire I became alive again, I refused to fall, I did not fail. I became bullet proof. I became titanium.

These people may think that they have fought in a war, and they are sadly mistaken. Even the Cullen's have not experience a war like a true wizard war. A war where there are no rules, no sympathy, no regret. I came to America to bring an end to the crusade that is still smothering England. A battle where the scars and stains are still lingering; tainted red with blood. I wanted to end this as quickly and swiftly as possible, so I decided to go against the wishes of the Order and traveled here alone. I cannot handle losing more people, more innocent lives. If I team up with these two sides, which are sworn enemies, everything will be at risk. When I finally became free I made one vow that no one would ever have to go through the same suffering that happened to me. As hard as it was I left home, went to fight these monsters alone; but in doing so I knew that the people I loved would be safe.

But reality can be a terrifying thing; for even I have to admit that I cannot protect everyone. Even if this mission was simple lives would still be lost. These people have a chance to back out and to not get involved, and I think it would be for the best if I keep this private and move on with my mission solo. Then once I am finished I would inform the Order and finally erase my existence here at Forks.

I can handle a war; I can handle the pain, the fear, the hurt. But what I cannot handle is more innocent blood on my hands. I just hope these people can take no as an answer.

"Thank you very much for allowing me to learn more about you and your history and I understand how important protecting your home is to you. But I have been thinking things over and I think it is best if I handle this situation solo. With the new information I have gathered I feel prepared and I am hoping to end this mission by the end of the week. I do not believe that it is necessary for me to contact my superiors for any reasons and to keep this meeting confidential. I can ensure you that what I have witnessed here tonight will never be revealed to any outsiders. As for the Cullen's I will also be turning down their invitation and will be advising them to lay low and to try to not get involved. I suggest that you do the same and that the best course of action for you to take is to protect yourselves is to stay close to home and try to not intervene. I cannot say this with enough stress that getting tangled in this situation can lead to something much worse. I cannot thank you enough for all your help and concern, but I do believe this is for the best." It felt like I held my breath through my whole explanation, but as I let out a shaky sigh it was finally done; and I didn't think I sounded too bad.

"Thank you for the meal it was wonderful. It has been a long time since I have had a home cooked meal. It was nice meeting you all and hopefully when this is all over we can meet again." I said rising from my seat. Even though I tried to sound as casual as possible I could not bring myself to meet their gazes. But this was for the best, hopefully someday they will understand.

"If that is what you think is best then we will respect your wishes. But I want you to know that if you ever need help you are always welcomed here." Sam said as I started to make my way to the woods. I paused only long enough to knowledge him and continued my way deep into the dark forest.

The second I reached the woods edge I could hear Mr. Black protesting in the background; this is the best thing to do; as hard as it was it must be done. Making my way through the trees I decided that the best thing I can do for me right now is find my portkey and make a surprise well needed visit to my best friend Ginny. So much has been happening that it is too much to try to write down; I need to talk someone, someone that understands. God damn-it I need to talk to Ginny. After the war Ginny and I made sure to keep in contact, and we sure did. We had lunch together almost every day, shared our deepest darkest secrets; and Ginny is one of the very few people that has a decent grasp on what truly happened to me during the war. I have come to consider Ginny almost a sister and when I left for this mission she was hurt the most. So I think I little visit will do us both some good. Now if only I can find where I hid that bloody portkey.

It has to be almost midnight and I have still not found the portkey. For the life of me I cannot remember exactly where I had put it and these woods have gotten me going around in circles. Right then I think I remembered where it is I pop over and realize it's not there. Everything looks the same and the darkening sky is not helping. Throwing my hands into the air I finally gave into defeat; after two hours of searching I decided to head back to my new campsite and wait for morning to go find my portkey. I am only wasting time and energy searching for something I clearly have misplaced. You would think after all my travels I would be able to remember where a simple portkey is? But I am only human and right now I am too tired to even think about how much of an idiot I am for losing the bloody thing.

Closing my eyes I started to envision my new home and a faint pull started to wash over me; yet out of nowhere I was abruptly torn back to my present location and thrown hard into the forest floor. Grabbing my wand I rolled over trying to determine which direction my attacker was coming from. I strained my ears for anything, a snap of a twig, the movement of leaves; nothing. Gradually taking my fighting stance I scanned the area; unable to see anything I decided to try to apparate one more time back to my campsite. However I didn't even get a chance to close my eyes and before I could register anything I was looking up at the cloudy night sky with the wind knocked out of me.

This is indeed the work of a vampire, whether it was a Death Eater or not is still undetermined. I still had a tight grip on my wand, should I stay and fight? Or make a run for it? Yet once again my thoughts were interrupted as my body made contact with what I could only guess was a rather big rock and little lights started to flash before my eyes. I couldn't concentrate long enough to see my campsite; I couldn't concentrate on anything really but the sickening pain that pulsed from head to toe.

"This is like a cat playing with her dinner! This is so much fun! Are you having fun my little mouse?" It was a girl talking; all the reports stated that the escaped Death Eaters were males. Should I be relieved with this information, or should I be worried? Right now all I care about is trying to focus my scrambled brain on my campsite; but the pain is not helping.

"Yum you smell really good do you know that? I've only had about five people's worth of blood and by far you smell the best. Like perfectly cooked prime rib." She sneered from what I could gather is directly in front of me. I still wasn't able to clearly concentrate on anything and a warm trickle started to slide down the back of my neck. I am bleeding and I could only pray that the haze surrounding my vision will clear soon or I am going to be this vampire's dinner.

"Oooohh this is just like the movies! So any last words? This is so much fun! I want to have some more fun like this, but I can't stand it anymore! You smell too damn good!" I think she has gone completely mad with thirst, and she is thirsty for my blood. I willed myself to focus on anything, anywhere, one last attempt to make it back to the safely of my campsite. But it was no use, I will have to stick it out and battle this crazy vampire lady head on.

Taking in a few shaky breaths I calmed myself, for I have literally a split second to react when she attacks. She lunged at me and in that second I sent out a stream of fire right at her face. She was hit head on, however to my misfortune she continued to come after me. I tried to avoid her and jumped off to the side. I landed hard but quickly rolled over just in time for the vampire to try again to leap on top of me again. I sent another continual blast of fire at her, hoping it would make her retreat.

It became the fight between vampire and fire. Streams of fire were directly hitting her, but she kept pushing forward. She had me pinned to the ground and the only thing separating her from me is the fierce flames. I could feel my hands start to burn but if I letup my attack I will surely be dead. She was getting closer and closer until suddenly I felt her diamond hot fingers wrap around my shoulders and start to puncture my skin. Her burning hands were scorching my shoulders to the point where I started to worry that my cloths may set fire as well. As she was being consumed by my ring of fire, so was I. Everything around me seemed smoldering hot and honestly I don't know how much more I can take? The overwhelming clouds of smoke, the smell of burning flesh, and pure pain was too much to handle; and the only thing I could concentrate on is sending out my fiery attack.

My spell was growing weaker and weaker with every minute that ticked by. But it was anyone's guess on who would be the last one standing, and it was becoming more and more obvious that it was going to be the vampire that is going to win. Nevertheless I have to try, I have to try and live. I survived much worse to be killed by this maniac vampire woman. I sent out my last big burst of energy that turned my stream of fire into an explosion.

The eruption was powerful enough to send the vampire backwards and in that split second something very big smashed her from the side, knocking her a good distance away. Suddenly there were many of this big creatures emerging from the dark woods; the ground vibrating as if it was a stampede of horses, but they were not horses.

I stumbled to my feet, trying to regain my composure and taking aim at one of the giant bear like looking creatures. As my vision became sharper I realized that these things were not giant bears, but oversized wolves; and these massive wolves all had their backs to me and were undoubtedly creating a wall between me and the vampire. My knees are shaking uncontrollably, but I forced myself to stay focused and stay on guard. I imagine that the wolves can take down a vampire, but a vampire that's on fire is another issue. To make my life even more difficult the damp brush around the area was starting to catch fire as well. I quickly took a moment to extinguish the fire while the wolves continued to surround the vampire. Through the darkness and smoke I could see one noticeably larger wolf crotch down and with one swift action the wolf literally took off the vampires head.

It was over; the vampire laid motionless on the ground slowly burning away. I snuff out the remaining fire, but with all the mist and lingering smoke I could not help but stay on the defense. I could only assume these giant wolves are the same young men from the reserve; but I did not want to take any chances. I cautiously started to back my way into the safety of the forest; never taking my eyes off of the last spot where I saw the wolves. But it was getting extremely hard to see through all the smoke and it did not help that my head was spinning at the same time.

One step at a time I walked backwards as quietly as possible. How much control do they have when in their wolf form? Can they distinguish between people and vampires? I have no intention of attacking, but if I must then I will. Gradually through the smoke a pair of eyes emerged, followed by at least six other pairs. Soon all the wolves came into view and it was very daunting. They stood as tall as small horses, and clearly they were wolves; teeth, nails, and all. However there was something very human about them at the same time. It was their eyes, they were not the eyes of a true wolf. Still I had to be ready for anything, so with wand raised I continued to create some distance between us.

One step at a time; and I have to cough so badly that it hurts, but any sudden noise or movement could prove to be dangerous. The iron taste in my mouth is overwhelming as well as the burning smell in the air. I tried to swallow but my throat is raw; my knees will not stop trembling, and I can barely feel my upper arms. Up till now my mind was as clouded as the smoke around me, but finally it became clear enough for me to properly apparate back to my camp. Yet again just as I was about to close my eyes the wolves darted off, dispersing in all different directions. I instantly took cover, diving out of the way. Quickly I scrambled to my feet and took off; this was my chance to get away and I was not going to waste it again. I made a dash to the densest part of the woods, weaving myself in and out of the trees. Once I get enough distance between me and where the still burning vampire is I will try to apparate once again.

My body feels like it is on fire, but I have to ignore the pain; I have no time to be in pain. I need to concentrate and make it back to my shelter, I need to stay calm. The world around me is growing darker and darker with a new wave of approaching rain; which was just a drizzle, but the drizzle is now a heavy downpour; instantly soaking me to the bone. Rain has never felt as good as it does right now. It's soothing my burns and surprisingly calming my senses enough for me to finally fully visualize my campsite. With one last stride and a deep breathe I closed my eyes and….

BOOM!

Everything happened literally in a blink of an eye, but at the same time it all happened in slow motion. I finally apparated, however just before I disappeared I ran into something, and it wasn't just something; it was someone. Someone had stepped right out in front of me and I ran directly into them, taking the person along for the ride. Frantically I grabbed hold of whoever I ran into; if I let go during the transfer, well let's just say I do not want to relive that event again. It was so hard to hold onto the person; for whoever it was started to bash around. Apparition is not the most subtle form of transportation; it is actually quite rough and jarring. Especially when the person being apparated has no idea on the concept and what to do when being apparated. I couldn't land us properly and finally the spinning came to an abrupt halt and with a sickening crack we hit the ground hard; the wind being knocked right out of me.

I think my brain literally got scrambled. For at least five minutes my mind has been going in and out of focus. What in the world happened? Why am I lying face down in the now very wet ground? Why can I not feel one of my legs? What in Merlin's name is on top of me that is so bloody heavy?

It is all coming back to me now. First the fight with the creepy vampire and being saved by giant wolves that might actually be young men, then running through the woods and accidently apparating someone, and finally landing in my campsite. Yes that makes perfect since; what does not make since is who could I have possibly run into?

Twisting and wiggling to the best of my current abilities I managed to spot messy short black hair, tan skin; Merlin it is Mr. Black! It was Mr. Jacob Black that got in front of me; he was the one I apparated by accident, and he is presently the one lying on top of me. From the looks of it the transportation knocked him out; so I am in an enclosed area stuck under a man that weight's at least two hundred pounds. I need to get him off of me; I cannot breathe. He is very large and he is cutting of my air supply. I inched myself enough so I could get some air; but I am not waiting for him to come too.

"Mr. Black….Mr. Black?" I said as I freed one of my pinned arms and started to lightly pat him on the back; trying to wake him up.

"Mr. Black? MR. BLACK?" I am not lightly tapping anymore but more hitting. Is he alright? I can feel him breathing, but did he get hurt? Oh lord this cannot be happening.

"JACOB!"

Suddenly he bolted up right and I was released. In his sudden movement my suspicions about my leg came true; the second he removed his pressure an extremely sharp pain shot through my entire left leg. I almost let out a cry but kept it together, instead I rolled more onto my side; taking in deep shaky breaths.

"OH MY GOD HERMIONE! Oh my god, oh my god, are you ok? What the hell happened? Everything happened so fast. I think I might be sick." Mr. Black started pacing back and forth looking actually quite pale. I decided to ignore him while I took a moment for myself; the cold wet grass feels so good.

"You were being attack by the vampire, we stepped in, and then I tried to stop you and, and…." Mr. Black became absolutely ridged; even I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck rise by his sudden change in manner. His eyes became fixated and as I followed his line of gaze we found a person walking just outside my second barrier. A low growl escaped his lips as his body started to shake. I can only guess that the person outside was a vampire and he might go into wolf mode at any moment.

"Mr. Black, Mr. Black it's alright. We are inside my barrier he can't get inside." But Mr. Black was not listening to me; his body started to bend, taking on more the appearance of a werewolf than a human. It was hard to see the vampire in the darkness but it appeared to be a younger male, dressed in everyday business attire. Just from his manner and outfit I could tell he was not a Death Eater, but the amount of normal vampires is increasing at an alarming rate; something that cannot be ignored.

Seeing Mr. Black transform would indeed be interesting; but right now I have no energy to deal with a vampire hunting wolf inside my campsite. Carefully I started to belly crawl my over to where Mr. Black was crouching and grabbed hold of the bottom of his shorts.

"Mr. Black! MR. BLACK! It's alright, it's alright! The vampire cannot get inside my barrier. We are safe, we are safe. Look, just look." I now have a hold of his leg; trying to get his attention. His body is trembling uncontrollably, but the second my hand made contact with his hot skin the shaking dimmed down and gradually he started to calm down as well. I was amazed; the vampire was able to smell my blood, but that did not concern me too much. My barrier is strong enough to keep him away, but once this is all over I will be intensifying my barrier just incase. Out of the darkness a dark blur crashed into the vampire, followed by other dark shapes. The vampire was too engulfed in finding the source of the smell and was caught off guard. The wolves destroyed the vampire in a matter of seconds. Mr. Black felled to his knees as I rolled over onto my back. We both looked out of breathe and honestly it feels like the wind was knocked out of me again.

"I'm sorry Hermione. Are you ok?" Mr. Black said crawling over to me.

"I'm fine, I am fine. Just give me a second please." I said as I felt around for my bag. Luckily my bag made the trip as well and I began to dig for my potions.

"Hermione you're bleeding and it looks like you got burned really bad. I need to take you to a hospital or at least to the Cullen's house." Right now what I need is my handy little broken bone potion fixer, Ferula. It tastes dreadful but it does the job. I wasn't paying attention to Mr. Black's frantic pleas; I was trying to contain my own panic as I slowly realized that I was out of healing potions. Nothing left for burns, cuts, broken bones, nothing; I was fresh out. How could I have run out so quickly? What did I do to use up all my supplies? I laid my head back down in defeat, I knew that sooner rather than later I was going to have to prepare more potions, but I thought I had something left. Mr. Black was still talking nonsense in the background and it is only intensifying the throbbing pain in the back of my head.

"Mr. Black I am fine, please do not worry yourself to death over me. Just a minor hiccup, that's all." I said attempting to pull myself up in a sitting position. The rain continued to come down in thick sheets as the night inched closer to daybreak. Mr. Black continued to fret until out of the mist a giant black wolf emerged and started to sniff around my barrier. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of some of the other wolves; they all were sniffing around trying to find Mr. Black and myself.

"Hey is it ok if I leave your barrier thing? The big black one there is Sam. This barrier won't allow us to communicate with each other." Mr. Black said as he made his way to the edge of my campsite.

"Sure. When I apparated you here it made it so you can enter and exit the area whenever you want, unless I change it. So go ahead. I am just going to take a moment here." I said as I laid back down on the soggy earth. I needed a second to register what had just occurred and what my next plan of action is going to be. Not to mention the rain feels so good and I am so tired. I did not mind at all laying in the pouring rain, not one bit. Mr. Black cautiously crept toward the edge of the barrier; you can tell he was somewhat nervous. Taking one last long look at me he literally jumped and landed outside the barrier. He snapped around, eyes scanning to where he last saw me; panic was clearly written all over his face. However after a moment it appeared that he calmed down and he followed Sam into the dark forest.

Closing my eyes I allowed the rain to wash over me, and at the same time washing away the remaining blood that covered most of my tattered body. I forced myself to not think about the damage that was done to my leg; instead I ignored the pain and started to determine what ingredients I needed and how long it will take to make fresh batches of potions. After a few minutes I realized I still had a very firm grip on my wand, I cannot believe it did not get snapped in half after the trip. I continued to make my mental to-do list as I slid my wand back in its usual place and attempted to wipe some of the dirt off my sunglasses. Before I knew it Mr. Black had returned, making a grand entrance by jumping back inside my campsite. I made no effort to move; instead I put my semi clean sunglasses back on and tilted my head to his direction. Outside my barrier I could only make out two people, which I can only assume are some of the members of his tribe.

"Hermione you can't lay there all day in the rain, you're going to catch a cold or something." Mr. Black said as he sat down next to me. I returned my gaze to the sky, why can't I stay here? I was in my campsite, that's good enough right?

"Me? How about you? You might catch a cold or something." I said trying to sound causal, but honestly it was getting rather chilly.

"Sorry that won't work on me! My body runs well over the normal temperature. Come on please! Let me take you to Carlisle. Unless you can fix your injuries by yourself? But I would feel a lot better if you went to the Cullen's; as much as I hate the idea. Carlisle is the best." He had me cornered and he didn't even know it. Yes, from what I heard, Dr. Cullen is the best; but I could do just as good of a job if I had my supplies fully stocked. Mr. Black caught on quickly that I was holding out on some important information.

"Do you have more of that healing stuff?" I could tell by the tone of his voice that he knew what my answer was going to be; and it was absolutely annoying. Maybe if I pretend I felled asleep he would leave me alone.

"Ok so it's time for a trip to the Cullen's house. Or would you rather go to a real hospital? And hey Seth and Leah are outside is it ok if they can come in? If not that's totally fine I understand." He asked rising to his feet; I guess my pretending to sleep attempt failed.

"Fine, fine." I said waving my hand at him; trying to show him that I did not care and all I really want is to be left alone right now. I made the necessary alterations to my barrier so that Mr. Black's friends could enter my site as well.

Again I made no effort to rise from my spot as I heard Mr. Black and the others enter my campsite. So as they made their way toward me I turned my head and politely waved. This must truly be a site to see but the rain is so nice and honestly I do not really care anymore on how I look; I look dreadful, plain and simple.

"Hermione I want you to meet Leah, Leah this is Hermione Granger." Mr. Black said as the three made their way over to me. Leah looks, not only miserable, but also absolutely mortified as she approached where I am lying on the ground. She is a beautiful young woman tall, tan, and surprisingly well built; short black hair and the same tattoo as the other men. Yet she seems like the type that prefers to give off a harsher appearance, but when she is alone her true happiness and beauty shines through.

But can she turn into a wolf as well? This was so fascinating and Seth is here too; can he turn? I cannot believe Seth is also capable of turning into a wolf, he seems so young. I tried to look nonchalant and cracked a smile.

"Hello there." I said stretching my hand out as far as possible hoping Leah will meet me half way. Thankfully she did and carefully grasped my hand, giving it a light shake. Why do all these people treat me as if I am made of glass?

"Hey there…..uummmm I think your leg is broken?" Leah said pointing toward my left leg. Mr. Black and Seth almost felled over from her statement. Right to the point, I think Leah and I will be good friends. I couldn't contain myself and let out a chuckle.

"How bad is it? I can't see from here?" I said letting my hand fall to my side. I knew it was bad; apparently it was worse than I thought.

"Well it's not too bad, just bent in a weird way." Seth said giving me a thumbs up and a bright smile. Mr. Black seemed paler and Leah almost smiled; even I had to admit this must be one hell of a site to see.

"Alright, alright we need to get you to the Cullen's house. Question is what is the best way to get you there?" Mr. Black said, which is actually a very good question. I am in no condition to be apparating, and my campsite appears to be farther away from the Cullen's home than my first site was. This has turned into a very interesting situation indeed.

They only gave me one option; it was three against one and no matter how many key points and facts I dished out; I was out numbered. This is why working solo has its benefits; I got the last say no matter what, but now apparently my opinion means nothing. So here I am awkwardly being carried through the woods in the pouring rain by Mr. Black; followed by Seth and Leah, not to mention most likely the other members are following deep in the woods. Mr. Black somehow was able to carry me by holding most of my weight in one arm while his free hand supported my broken leg. As we traveled through the woods I could not resist the urge to snuggle myself into Mr. Blacks chest. Yes at first it was extremely embarrassing to be carried by a half-naked hot young man, and it was even more difficult to control the blush surging over my cheeks. However as the nights events started to take its toll on me, the warmth of Mr. Black was so inviting I had to fight to keep my eyes open. Honestly I do not care anymore, I am tired, sore, wet, and when do I ever get carried around by a hot guy? Never! Ron never carried me not once, if anything I had to carry him.

It must be late morning when we finally arrived at the Cullen's house. We traveled slowly mainly because Mr. Black didn't want to cause any more damage to my broken leg. One of the other members of the pack had run off ahead of us to warm Dr. Cullen of our arrival. So as we made our way up the long narrow driveway Dr. Cullen and Rosalie were already outside waiting for us.

"Good morning, looks like you had an eventful night." Dr. Cullen said as we approached their house.

"Yes, it was a splendid evening." Is he serious? Eventful night? More like a bloody hell fest if you ask me.

"Well if it is alright Miss. Granger I am going to have Rosalie fix you up while I have a word with Sam and Jacob." Dr. Cullen said. I didn't even see Sam emerging out of the woods; I took a quick peak over Mr. Blacks shoulder and I could just make out all the pack members standing at the forest edge.

I did not get a chance to agree as Mr. Black literally passed me off to Rosalie. Rosalie, carrying me in a similar fashion as Mr. Black, carefully took me into their beautiful home. Making our way through the massive house I could not help but wonder where the other residents of this house were. Even though I have been in this house when I was injured and bleeding that doesn't mean I can let my guard down now. I am outnumbered and in a weaken state; if anyone loses control I will be dead. I wasn't really paying attention to where Rosalie was taking; which was very big mistake on my part, because before I knew it she had taken me upstairs and into one of the grandest bathrooms I have ever seen. It was hard to tell whether this bathroom had ever been used before because it is literally spotless. Giant oversized tub, mirrors, sink, towels, and painted in all white and cream colors. Rosalie carefully set me down on the toilet and started to fill the tub with hot water.

"I think the best way to go about this is to clean you up first. You are really cold and I don't want you to go into hyperthermia." Rosalie said as she pulled out towels and a long white bathrobe.

"But first we need to get those wet clothes off you; do you want to do it or do you think you're going to need help?" Rosalie asked placing the bathrobe on the tubs edge where I could reach it. Personally a little help getting underdressed would be nice since my body seemed to be numb from the cold; however something was holding me back. I hate to admit it but I am self-conscious of my body and the state it is in; beaten, scarred, dirty, not to mention right now I am extremely skinny so I look frail. All in all it made me feel weak, as if I needed to be taken care of and I despise that feeling. I hate not being able to take care of myself and here I am for the third time getting help by these kind people. I do not want to be rude or unthankful for all their help and kindness; but I cannot, no, I will not be seen as weak. I put these cloths on I can take them off myself.

"Thank you for the offer but I think I can manage it from here." I said trying to control the visible shaking of my cold limbs.

"Alright, when you are finished undressing give me a shout and I will come back in ok?" Rosalie said as she started to silently exit the room.

"That's alright I can wash up myself, but thank you." I said before Rosalie left, she turned around, giving me a warm and understanding smile.

"I know you can; but I think once that hot water hits you it might not be as easy as you think. I know it might seem odd but please let me help you. I promise I won't bite." Rosalie said as she flashed me with her brilliant smile. I couldn't help but smile as well, if I turn her down now I really would be inconsiderate. Besides who am I to argue with a vampire that's about to help me when I am injured?

Rosalie left me alone in their beautiful bathroom and for the first time in a long time I felt a little lost. It has been too long since I have been in a real bathroom, and I just felt out of place. Everything is so clean and neat, I stuck out like a sore thumb. But I didn't want to keep Rosalie waiting forever, so as carefully as possible I started to take off my wet clothes. It took me a little while to take off my pants; maybe doing this alone was a bad idea, but after some effort and pain I managed to get all my clothes off. I cuddled deep into the warm bathrobe; the cold air stabbed through my tender skin like daggers making it almost difficult to breathe. My shoulders were raw under the softness of the fabric, but it was warming me up so I bit through the pain. I took a moment to prepare myself and just as I was about to call for Rosalie there was a light knock on the door.

"Come in." I figured it was Rosalie who knocked; she slowly entered the bathroom and made her way over to the tub. She checked the temperature of the water and grabbed a few extra towels before she turned to me.

"So you ready? I hate to say it's going to hurt at first but then it's going to feel really good." Rosalie said helping me stand up. Rosalie could have easily just picked me right up and placed me in the tub, but instead she allowed me to go in at my passé and with a little juggling I slide off my robe and submerged myself into the deep tub. She was absolutely right it did hurt, it hurt a lot. The hot water intensified my burns to a point where I thought I might cry. Rosalie, seeing the apparent pain I was in, left me in a blink of an eye and before I knew it she was back with a very large bucket.

"Shhheesshhh ssshhheeeesshh, its ok, its ok, I know it hurts. I didn't know you were burned that badly. Just take deep breaths." Rosalie said as she soaked one of the towels in the bucket and then placed it on my shoulders. Was I holding my breath? I didn't realize it until she said it, but it did hurt; a lot more than I thought it was. However once the cool wet towels touched my burned shoulders I felt instant relief from the pain. The warm water is defrosting my aching bones while the cold towels cooled down my scorched shoulders. Rosalie continued to change the towels on my burns for god knows how long; at first I felt bad but as the pain eased away I could not help but close my eyes and allow myself to relax.

Suddenly I was brought back to reality when I felt myself being brought up in a more siting position. I managed to slide down in the tub and not only did Rosalie change the cold towels on my burns but also kept my head and shoulders above the water. Realizing I needed to snap out of my daze I tried to sit myself up but Rosalie gently helped me making sure to keep the cold towels secured in their place.

"Do you want to wash your face, I am going to try to clean the burns and cuts on your shoulders and back if that's alright." Rosalie said as she handed me a washcloth. Rosalie quietly went to work cleaning my injuries; it hurt here and there, but overall she was really good. She worked quickly and carefully causing as little discomfort to me as possible. I totally forgot that I still had my sunglasses on, so I took them off and placed on the tubs edge. I washed away the remaining blood and dirt that was on my face, and a small part of me wished I could wash away the memories as well. Before I knew it Rosalie was finished and honestly I could have stayed in that bathtub all day. But all good things must come to an end as Rosalie helped me out of the tub and patted me down with big white puffy towels. A shot of sadness and regret blasted its way through my heart, burying itself deep into my soul.

My mind was brought back to a simpler time, to a place where there was happiness and love. I remember coming home from school; welcomed by the smell of freshly baked cookies and hot tea. My mother would try to make cookies that weren't bad for your teeth, however once in a while she would give up and make the good old fashion rot your teeth kind. My father would be in the living room reading the morning paper, still trying to decipher the cross word puzzle. But every night when I was a little girl my mother would prepare a hot bath for me with lots of bubbles; she would sit on the edge of the tub and try to tame my frizzy curls. Once I was all pruned and clean she would wrap me in a big towel and take in my sent. She always said; you smell like Hermione. I guess I had a particular smell that not even soap or perfume could conceal. But like I said before, all good things must come to an end and no matter how many times someone can warm my heart it always seems to become frozen again.

Rosalie noticed my silence or maybe it was the glossiness in my eyes I do not know, but she wrapped her arms around me in a comforting hug.

"I bet your mother and father are so proud of you right now." Rosalie whispered, lightly rubbing my back. It was a good thing she couldn't see my face because I finally couldn't hold in my tears anymore. Tears were pouring from my eyes like the rain falling outside. A quiet sob escaped as my once strong emotional barrier was broken and I continued to cry into Rosalie's beautiful hair.

After taking a moment to collect myself and secured my sunglasses back on Rosalie bandaged up my wounds, applied a heavy amount of burn cream, and helped me get dressed in some extra cloths that belonged to Alice.

"Here these might be a little big but at least they are comfortable." Rosalie said as she assisted me out into the hallway. They were a little big, but did she say these were extra? I was given a t-shirt, hoodie sweatshirt, and sweatpants that look like they cost more than my entire wardrobe put together. However they were indeed comfortable.

"Is it alright if I wear these? I mean I got the shirt covered in cream?" I said trying to pull on the neck of the sweatshirt so that it would not rest in the cream that covered my shoulders.

"Absolutely! I have like ten pairs of sweats so don't worry about it Hermione." Alice chirp as she bounced up the stairs toward us. Alice glowed with a radiance that reminded me of the sun and with a personality that matched.

"Perfect timing! Do you think you can help me with something?" Rosalie asked a she led me into most likely the most breathtaking bedroom I have ever seen. Alice followed behind us and together they helped me up on the king of all beds. The room is so calming; it reminded me of the ocean because the walls are all painted a light pale blue with light yellow and white accents. The bed is covered with a big white comforter and dozens of white, blue, and yellow pillows. The bed is so soft and comfortable I thought I was lying on a cloud in heaven.

"Alright Hermione there is one last thing that has to be done, and that's fixing your leg. You seem like the type that prefers things done quickly, right?" Rosalie said as she eyed Alice who also moved more toward the end of the bed. I have to agree, quick is always better but what did she have in mind?

"Yes, quicker is better; but what do you have to do?" I couldn't conceal the panic that crept into my voice. I grabbed hold of anything I could get my hands on; I had a horrid feeling that whatever she was going to do is going to hurt.

"I have to reposition the bone in your leg, alright. I'm going to do it on the count of three; ready? One." Rosalie said as she started to pull my left pant leg up, exposing the bruised skin.

"WAIT! Wait, someone please, please…" I gasped; holding out my hand for someone, anyone to grab hold of. I know it seems childish but I needed something to hold on to. I clasped my eyes closed and when I reopened them a cool hand slid into mine; it was Esme. I didn't even see or hear her enter the room, but she is here now; sitting on the edge of the bed holding my hand.

"Alright ready? One…."

SNAP.

Rosalie never said to two, apparently three was not an option. Right after she said one Alice grabbed hold of my waste and legs as Rosalie repositioned the bone. I was caught so off guard I couldn't help it; I let out one bloody hell of a scream, a scream that was filled with pure pain. Tears rolled down my cheeks as my knuckles started turning white from my death grip on Esme's hand. Esme started to rub my forehead, attempting to calm me down.

"It's alright Hermione; it's alright. It's all over. You did a wonderful job. Just take deep breaths, it's all over. Deep breaths." Esme said, still trying to calm me down. But I was done. I want out. I want to go back to my little campsite, cuddle in my little bed, and read one of my favorite books. I do not want to be here anymore; honestly all I want is to go home. I struggled to get up; to get the hell out, but Rosalie and Esme held me down.

"Hermione its fine, you're ok. I'm all finished. Just try to relax, ok? Alice hold her leg just like this. I will be right back." Rosalie breathed and with a whoosh she was gone. Alice did as she was told and took hold of my throbbing leg. Suddenly Rosalie was back in the room and before I could even think about getting up Rosalie had my left leg in a full cast.

I couldn't stop the tears, but with many deep shaky breaths I was able to calm myself down. I feel like an absolute idiot for getting so upset, but Merlin that hurt. I bet it hurt more than Harry's entire bone regrowth process. I allowed myself to sink back into the pillows and closed my eyes. I needed to focus on something, anything that would take my mind off the pain.

"I'm so sorry Hermione. Here I have some medication that will help relieve the pain ok." Rosalie said as she handed me a glass of water and two pills. I gladly accepted the offering and took down the entire glass of water in one gulp, pills included.

"It's alright… I think I should be the one to apologize yelling… But thank you for all your help." I coughed. I was still trying to control my breathing and I suddenly became very sleepy; whatever Rosalie gave me started to work faster than I thought.

"Don't you worry about a thing. Why don't you try to get some sleep, Ok? You have a minor concussion so I will have to come back in a wake you up once in a while, but try to get some rest." Rosalie replied giving my hand a light squeeze. Esme went around and closed the blinds and with the flick of the light switch I was left alone in a beautiful bedroom, with a full length cast on my leg, and knock out pills strong enough to take down a horse.

My mind started drifting in and out of focus; I absolutely dread the feeling sleeping pills can have on me so I tried my best to fight against the effects. But my grasp on reality started to slip through my fingers like sand and the room soon evaporated away. Time became irrelevant as the haze in my mind dissolve, leaving me standing in a place so picturesque it took my breath away. The light spilled through the leaves of the trees with vibrant colors, making everything looks so alive. The ground breathed with life covered with bright greens and flowers that seemed to all lean toward the sun.

I have never felt so at peace with myself. I dared to look up at the sky only to be blinded by the radiating sun. It was then I noticed I didn't have my sunglasses on so I tore my eyes away and try to re-adjust my vision; but my eyes focused on something off in the distance. Straining my eyes I tried to decipher who is standing in this untouched forest, but when I attempted to walk I was rooted in my spot. I concentrated with all my might on the far off figure; it was a young man with his back to me standing on the edge of a small hill with a peaceful brook babbling below. I want to walk up to him; I want to see his face with my own eyes. I want him to see me; I want him to see the girl behind the sunglasses, the girl behind the scars, the girl who has been standing behind the tall barbed wire fence alone waiting to be rescued.

I wished; I wished like I have never wished before for him to turn around, to look at the real me. The thick layers of ice around my heart melted away leaving me standing in an ocean of my own tears. I tried to scream, I struggled to gain his attention; but everything I did seemed in vain. I couldn't fight the tears that slid down my cheeks and before I knew it the water started to rise. I fought against the raging waves; I didn't want to lose sight of the young man. Yet as the water rapidly flooded around me it started to freeze, imprisoning me in an icy tomb. Just as I thought my heart, soul, and mind would be frozen forever a bright light blinded me; it was him. He turned around, the light shined behind him making it hard to see his face. But he looked at me, he looked straight into my soul and that was enough. That one look cracked the ice that engulfed my very being. I will be alright, even in the darkest of times there will always be light; and this young man is my light. The darkness finally completely overtook me, but I fought to keep hold of that one image.

To keep hold of the light.

To be Continued…

I PROMISE! The juiciness is coming and its coming hard!