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*Hermione's Point of View*
The sound pieced through my ears like lighting, electrifying every nerve in my body.
R—I—N—G—G—G—.
Eyes closed, open the mind; find the source.
R—I—N—G—G—G—.
Is it a human? Vampire? Listen, breathe, and relax; find the energy. Feel the magic.
R—I—N—G—G—G—. R—I—N—G—G—G—. R—I—N—G—G—G—.
R—I—N—G—G—G—.
R—I—N—G—G—G—.
R—I—N—G—G—G—.
R—I—N—G—G—G—.
R—I—N—G—G—G—.
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My eyes snapped open, dismissing the stream of ringing overfilling my ears. I took off towards the window, completely disregarding my crutches. I make it a personal goal to always be correct in any situation. Whether the circumstances are favorable or not, I want my answer to be exact. Tonight and tonight only, please let my theory be incorrect. I am praying that I am absolutely wrong.
Sometimes I truly do hate being right all the time.
The air is crisp, so frigid that each intake stabs at the warmth in my chest. My vision followed a wave of ice as it crawled along the glass. Goosebumps covered my exposed skin sending shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes, taking in the situation. Maybe this is a dream, maybe if I just keep my eyes closed for a moment longer I will awake from this nightmare.
"Hermione what's wrong?" Mr. Black's voice seems so faint in comparison to the ringing that overwhelmed my ears just a few moments ago. Open your eyes, assess the situation at hand, and deal with it. Easy enough right? I have been through worse. I have fought Death Eaters, vampires, Death Eaters who have been turned into vampires. So a very large wave of dementors should be easy to take care of right?
Another day in the life of Hermione Granger.
"We need to leave now. There is a garage right? With cars? We need to get out of here immediately." I did not wait for Mr. Black and Bella to respond; I grabbed my bag and with two swift waves of my wand the abomination that has been attached to my leg disappeared and replaced with my missing shoe. The only benefit of an extreme situation, where adrenaline is at its max, is how the brain can ignore any pain. My leg is still clearly broken but thanks to the pure adrenaline pumping through my veins I do not feel a single thing. My only clear thought is get to a car and hopefully by then I will have figured out my next step of action.
I blocked out Mr. Black and Bella's panic voices as we crashed down the stairs to the garage. Now I know that the Cullen's have a decent amount of income; how they dress and present themselves is enough to assume that they have money to spare. But a yellow Porsche? Seriously? No time to be picky; the wheels in my head are spinning so fast I am waiting for smoke to start pouring out of my ears. I need to focus; what is the best option for escaping and eliminating the dementors at the same time?
"Brilliant! Mr. Black pop open the hood please. Quickly, quickly." Thankfully Mr. Black did as he was told and opened the hood of the Porsche. I took a moment to scan the complex machine before me; trying to recall what Mr. Weasley had once told me. I moved swiftly; muttering spells and weaving magic into the engine. How I finished so fast is beyond me. I slammed the hood closed and jumped into the driver's seat. Please; if there is any shreds of hope left in this world let this work.
Please help me make this car fly.
"Hurry and get in!" I didn't need to say it twice as Bella crawled into the backseat and Mr. Black taking the passenger seat. My luck seemed to keep growing as I found the car's keys in the cup holder.
"Can you drive? I thought you said you flew on brooms? Maybe I should drive? But wait, wait; the garage door! I need to go open it!" Mr. Black went to open his door, but I already threw the car in reverse and with a quick glance in the rear view mirror and a little spell I opened the garage door and took off. I whipped out into the driveway and somehow managed to turn the car in mid spin while throwing it into drive and pushing the pedal to the floor. We took off down the long drive and abruptly skid onto the main road.
Bella is silent in the back seat; finally securing on her seatbelt. Mr. Black has a death grip on the sides of the door. The air is still cold, filled with bitterness and sorrow. The sky is growing dark with floating shadows blocking out the light of the moon. I need to find where the pack is the thickest. I have to make sure they do not go anywhere near the town. I have a dreadful feeling that someone has sent them here; sent them here thinking it will disrupt my mission or maybe even potentially take my soul.
"So you can drive? That's good, but we aren't in England." Mr. Black's voice brought my mind back down and back into the car. I have been driving extremely fast and apparently on the incorrect side of the road. I swerved into the other lane; thank goodness there is no one else present on the road tonight.
"What's happening?" Bella's voice cracked as she leaned forward; trying to look out the windshield.
"We are trying to avoid..." Suddenly a dementor dove right in front of the car. Quickly I swerved and accelerated, going well over the recommended speed limit. "That…That is what we are trying to avoid at the moment."
The dementor's are slowly starting to close in on the car and with each swift dive the air turned to pure ice and every ounce of happiness evaporated from the area. I continued down the curvy road trying to stay clear of any rouge dementor's while also trying to keep control of the car.
"I…I can't be here…it's too cold…I want to go home…or maybe somewhere else…I don't know anymore…I…I…feel…like crap." Bella somehow managed to curl up in a little ball in the backseat. The effects of the dementor's are taking a toll on her. Mr. Black is now absolutely dead silent; his silence is so intense it's actually quite frightening. I need to make a move now; if we wait any longer I too might give into the darkness.
"Mr. Black can you please reach in my bag and pull out a few things" He did not response but instead moved like a robot and started to fumble through my little bag.
"Alight I need you to pull out any candy you can find as well as my ruger. Oh and if you see my heckler can you grab that as well please." Good thing I always keep a secret stash of chocolates in my bag; not because I might get attacked by dementor's but because I do love a good sweet once in a while.
"Wait, what?" Mr. Black finally spoke. Just hearing his voice made me feel a little better and not so alone in this somewhat filled car.
"My handgun, shotgun, and yes candy…please." Nothing, he is just sitting there staring at me. I peeled my eyes off the road; apparently this is too much to ask. After a minute of searching through my bag I found my shotgun, then my handgun; and finally a handful of chocolates.
"Eat this now; both of you." I threw some chocolates into Mr. Blacks lap and then heaved some over into the back seat for Bella. All I need to do is find my ammo and then hopefully my plan will work.
I can only see so far into the distance since the car headlights is the only light piecing through the darkness. I only have one shot, one chance to see my opening and make my move. I pushed down on the peddle accelerating up the increasing incline. On the passenger side of the road is a solid wall of rock while on my side is a sheer drop off. A sharp right turn is just coming into view; this is my chance. I need to go faster, I have to time this out perfectly; it's all in the wrist.
"Alright everyone hold on! WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!"
Author Weasley's directions for flying cars. If you ever have to start a flying car in mid-fall first turn the engine off. Second, repeat the final part of incantation; and then finally start the car again and put into first gear. The car will level out and start flying; should start flying again.
First part of my plan worked surprisingly well, I managed to hop the car over the guardrail and right off the cliff. I turned the car off and repeated the last part of the spell; but the water's surface is coming into view fast and the car seems to be stalling. How do you fix a stalling car? I may be the smartest witch of my age but I am still a girl, cars are not my forte.
"Mr. Black the car is stalling what do I do?" My voice is dripping with pure panic, no one is answering me. Think, think, what does a car need to run? What is inside a car? Fuel, gears, cables, battery…
Battery! A good shock spell should zap this car back to life! With one spell I shot a bolt of life back into the car; seeing the water's surface coming faster and faster I pushed the peddle to the floor and threw it in drive. With a big splash the car took off like a rocket, bobbing and skimming on the surface of the ocean. It's time to take matters into my own hands, as I steered straight into the tick of the wave of dementor's.
"Bella, Mr. Black. I am going to engage in battle very soon. If I need you to do something please just do as I say. Alright? This should not take too long." Again it is as if I am speaking to myself, but there is no time to wait for them. I am literally driving into the deep end.
Breathe, focus, and remember a happier time. Easier said than done. I closed my eyes; picturing the place my family and I used to go to. The calm of the creek, the shade and protection of the giant trees; and most of all, the sweet smell of the earthy grass. I remember the first time my parents brought me to that sacred place. I remember when I brought Harry there to seek safety and shelter. I hope that someday I could bring Jacob there; I think he would like it just as much as I do. Rolling down the window I spun the wheel; taking aim at the ever growing dark mass.
The battle has begun.
To Be Continued...