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*Jacob's point of view*

Why…

Why does this keep happening? What in the world is going on?

How…

How can I let this happen? How can I let her go again?

I have to trust her, I have to have faith that she will come back. I have to believe that she can survive. No, she will survive. I have to believe, I just have too.

I steered the car around heading back towards the Cullen's house. Hopefully that is where she will be or at least head to. My review mirror is filling with black smoke that is slowly slithering towards the dark sky. Wait a minute I am driving a flying car; I am flying through the sky just as if I was speeding down the highway. It is actually much easier than I thought it would be. Are you serious? Hermione might need my help; she could be in danger, injured, or…No, no, no! No negative thoughts; she will be ok. Just wait for me Hermione. Wait for me.

"Wow that was really strange? What the hell is going on?" I totally forgot that Bella is in the backseat. She got so quiet I thought she had passed out. Now that I think about it ever since we started to fly away from the weird black things I have been feeling a lot better. I guess I can't say that I'm not feeling happy, I mean I am as happy as I can get since I had to watch my imprint fall into a black void of darkness. But when we were flying around there it seriously felt like all the joy was being sucked right out of me. What kind of thing can literally suck the happiness out of someone? Is that even possible? That is a stupid question; we of all people shouldn't be surprised when weird stuff pops out of the blue. I am a teenager that can change into a wolf and Bella's fiancé is a vampire.

"So do you have any ideas on how to park?" Bella has a good point; I have no idea on how to land this sucker. From what I can tell all that Hermione did to even get this car to fly was talk to it. She didn't physically touch anything. So if I am right, which I really don't think I am, this should drive just like a regular car.

With a little trial and error I slowly guided the car towards a road. I might be a lucky man because that looks like the Cullen's driveway; I think? With a rough landing the car skidded to an abrupt halt right in front of the abandoned garage. Waiting for us is all the Cullen's; and Sam, Seth, and Leah are here too? What time is, morning? It is hard to tell because the sky is still darker than ever, like the sun refuses to come out and bring in the new day. They must have come back to a deserted house and freaked out. Edward sure is because before the car even came to a complete stop he was right at the back passenger door helping Bella out of the backseat.

"What in the world is going on?" Edward, never one to hold back from getting answers, could he at least give me a second to figure it out myself? Where is Hermione?

"Is Hermione here? Has anyone seen her?" She hasn't come back yet; she must still be back there.

"Jacob what happened?" I don't know if it is Carlisle's voice that brought me back from going to that dark hopeless spot that's hidden deep in your mind or his ice cold hand on my shoulder. But I need to focus I have to find her.

"We were attacked by these creepy flying monsters. Hermione was killing them but there were too many and she is still there. She must still be fighting them. She made us go back, I thought she would be here already; she promised me she would come back. I have to go, I have to go back and help her." I didn't wait for a response, I turned on my heels and in seconds I was running through the woods with such a speed that I even surprised myself.

I don't know how I knew where to go, I just knew. It was like I was following this invisible little white light; a light that is going to take me right to her. As my feet clawed into the icy earth I knew I was getting closer, the air is getting colder, the leaves and woodland is being incased in a thin layer of frost. I didn't notice at first but eventually everyone caught up with me and together we headed back to where Hermione should have landed.

I can smell it, it's faint but it's there. Hermione's scent is filling my nose and pushing me to run faster than I could ever imagine. It's getting stronger with each step I take. I'm almost there, almost there.

An open clearing, a field hidden in the deepest part of the woods; but the field is engulfed with a thick black smoke. I took a second to turn back to my old self and thankfully Seth brought along some spare clothes. Soon we all gathered at the edge of the black mist; this mysterious haze that is slinking around our feet, inching its way into our hearts. The air is so cold even I can feel its effects. It literally feels like I am standing in the middle of a blizzard wearing nothing but my swim trunks.

"What is this?" The only words I could muster. Hermione's scent is here, I can smell her. But it's faint, like it is being smothered out by the thick smoke.

"Hermione?" Our eyes all darted over towards the outskirts of the black mist. It was Rosalie that saw her first; leaning up against a tree. My heart skipped a beat. Finally, I found…Wait; something is not right. We all slowly approached the girl sitting quietly beneath the bare tree. Huddled under a blanket holding a book; she looked up at us, neatly folded the corner of the page, and closed the book. It is Hermione, but not the Hermione we know. No sunglasses, no scars, a young girl that looks as if she has seen too much; exhausted from holding up the weight of the world. Her brown tired eyes locked onto me and I can hardly breathe. A weak smile played across her lips, as she released a long sigh.

"Hello, you all must be looking for me. Actually to be correct you are looking for the real Hermione Granger." She gently placed the book down beside her, setting her gaze off into the depths of the black fog.

"Yes. We are looking for Hermione Granger. Is that you?" Carlisle was the first to make a move; crouching down so they are eye to eye.

"Well technically yes and technically no. How can I explain this easily? Unfortunately there is not really a simple way to explain all this. To be very honest I cannot even begin to comprehend this situation myself. Something happened. Something I could not control and now everything is distorted, scrambled, misplaced." Her eyes scanned the dark mist; her voice filled with sorrow and fear.

"So who are you?" It was Rosalie who stepped in this time. Rosalie, like me, is the only other person that actually got close to Hermione and even though she hides it well I know this must be breaking her heart too.

"I am Hermione Granger; however I am only a memory, a memory from a different time. A memory from when we were on the run, in the thick of the greatest wizard war the world will ever come to know. I fought alongside two of the strongest, most brilliant, brave, irresponsible, and reckless wizards; as well as my very best friends. Harry Potter, the boy who lived; the one destined to destroy "he who must not be named", Lord Voldemort. Then there is Ronald Weasley. Ron, who might not be the brightest bulb in the bunch; but has a heart of a lion and who will do anything to protect the ones he loves. Together we traveled through England looking for the keys to destroying Voldemort. This spot reminded me an area where we rested for a while; a place where my parents once took me too. Somehow I feel at peace here, safe."

"Harry Potter! Ronald Weasley! You get back here!"

"Quick run mate before she reports us to professor McGonagall!"

"Sounds like things are progressing faster than I anticipated. Here take this please." Her hand disappeared under her little blanket and with a light tug she pulled out that all too familiar stick which now we all know is her wand. "Please. Please give this to the real me." She grasped it in her little hand and extended it out for one of us to take. Everyone's eyes are glued onto me, I should be the one to take her wand and protect it. However there is something holding me back.

I have proven to myself that I can stay in control. Meeting my imprint wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. In fact it has been a constant battle every day. I can't even keep count anymore the times she has slipped through my fingers, or the hours I have sat by her side while she was hurt. Somehow I was able to keep the inner wolf in check. I don't think I can keep it in any longer. I do not trust myself to not lose control; I have a sickening feeling that when I finally do find Hermione I won't be able to keep my emotions at bay. At first I thought I was not worthy of being with such a wonderful girl but somehow I just knew what she would say to me if she was standing here right now. She would say, be smart and think things through and that it is alright if you cannot do something; just ask for help. If only she would use her own advice. Always thinking of others before herself. Right now she is the most important thing in the world to me and if that means I need to ask help from others in order to help her I will. Who cares about pride, honor; all I care about is her.

"I can't take it. I don't trust myself to keep it together." That was the hardest thing I've ever had to admit out loud, but it is for the best. I locked eyes onto Rosalie. If anyone was going to hold onto Hermione's wand I want it to be her. Rosalie nodded and gently accepted the gift.

"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little mudblood."

Everyone turned, staring into the thick black smoke for the source of the new voice. However when we looked back to the spot where Hermione's memory was sitting she was gone. All that remained is a cloud of black smoke, gradually evaporating away.

"Well; shall we go and return that to Miss. Granger?" Carlisle said as he paused by my side. So together we all started to make our way into the black mist.

"Make sure to stay together, we don't know if Hermione is alone in here." I can hear Sam but it is getting harder to see clearly through the smoke. We managed to stay pretty close as time seemed to stop; everything seems to be getting darker and darker as we got deeper into the cloud of smoke.

…

"Who were you trying to curse?"

"Malfoy he called Hermione a…a…well I don't know what it means?"

Suddenly four figures molded out of a mass of smoke. One was a very large man, with a long black beard sitting across three other smaller people. Two out of the three were young boys, one with glasses and the other with fire red hair; the third was a young girl with long fizzy brown hair. The three all wore matching long black robes with red and gold embroidering. Clearly the girl is a younger version of Hermione and the other two boys must be the ones she was talking about before, Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley.

"He called me a mudblood."

"He did not!?"

"What's a mudblood?"

"It means dirty blood. Mudblood is a really fowl name for someone who is muggle born; someone with non-magical parents, someone like me. It's not a term one usually hears in civilized conversation."

Gone, with the same ease as they appeared the four figures disappeared; replaced with more haunting smoke.

…

"Mysterious thing time. Powerful; and when meddled with dangerous…You know the laws Miss. Granger. You must not be seen, and you will do what I feel to return before this last chime. If not the consequences are too ghastly to discuss…Three turns should do it I think…Good Luck…"

Another voice materialized out of the darkness. This voice though we have heard before, it belongs to the same man that helped us out earlier. I believe his name was Albus Dumbledore?

"Are we inside Hermione's mind?" Esme's words brought us all back to reality, are we in her mind? I can feel the ground underneath my feet, I can smell the aroma of the woods; can we really be in different world?

All of a sudden it is like the black fog is coming to life as numerous personalities started to weave themselves in and out of the smoke. The smoke swiftly swirled together creating what I can only imagine are more memories of Hermione's past.

A young girl in a long flowing pink dress gracefully dancing along with a young man wearing a red cloak, together they glided in and out of the mist.

…

"I'M NOT AN OWL!"

…

A sea of blurry individuals all holding up wands with illuminated tips hovered close to us, all our eyes gazed down at a lifeless form, the body of Albus Dumbledore. Little by little the lights faded away along with the dwindling souls.

…

Sitting on a couch a man and woman appeared; calmly enjoying a cup of tea. They do not notice the girl approaching from behind; reluctantly aiming her wand.

"Obliviate."

Extinguished, just like the light in the couples kind eyes, they drained away returning to the smoke in which they came from. Yet the girl did not depart, instead she walked a short distance away and a small box appeared in her hands. She knelt down and calmly dug a hole into the icy ground where she then placed the box down into the depths of the earth, covering the contents with fresh soil.

A gust of frigid wind blew by us taking Hermione's memory with it.

…

The smoke is taking on a whole new form engulfing the field which is now looking more and more like the inside of a giant building created out of marble. People are rushing around, however through the crowds three people came bursting through. First a boy with dark hair, round glasses, and a lightning bolt shaped scar placed on his forehead. Second a girl wearing business attire and a very familiar bag, her brown curly hair flowing in the wind. Third is another boy with red hair, who is getting dangerously close to being caught by their pursuer. A large fireplace appeared and all four jumped inside.

A whirlwind of people clashing, pulling, twisting, and distorting; the area around them also bent and twitched until the three landed right in front of us.

Blood, confusion, fear. Hermione is trying to conceal the panic in her voice while the boy with glasses is riffling through her bag looking for something; the redhead is lying on the ground, his arm barely attached to the rest of his body. Hermione delicately dropped a mysterious liquid into the boys wound and within seconds the cut healed and their images faded away into the smoke.

…

"Please, please take the horcruxes off…

Stop..STOP!…

Ron…

Ron…That's nothing…

Ron!

Ron! Where are you going?

Come back!...

Ron!

RON! PLEASE!

Please stay…"

Hermione's voice echoed in my ears as well as my heart.

…

Quiet. Everything became very quiet. Silently we watched as Hermione and the boy with the lightning bolt scar appear and disappear out of the thick smoke. From one direction they would be walking side by side, using every ounce of strength they had left to keep going; to put one foot in front of the other. Once they vanished into the wall of smoke they reappeared again this time running, running as if their life depended on it. Just like before as soon as they came they were gone and this went on and on until Hermione slowly came to a stop in front a newly formed tree. Releasing a deep sigh she tugged off a scarf wrapped closely around her neck and without a word she tied the scarf around the tree. The dark hair boy is waiting off in the distance for her to finish and with one final look back Hermione joined the boy and together they vanished into the dark smoke.

…

"Christmas morning I was sleeping in this little pub, keeping away from some snatchers, and I heard it…

A voice; your voice Hermione, coming out of it…

My name, just my name; like a whisper.

So I took it, clicked it, and this tiny ball of light appeared and I knew, sure enough, it floated toward me, the ball of light, right toward my chest and right through me; right here."

…

Our ears filled with the sound of explosions, blasts vibrating through the field. Without warning three people tore through the haze. Running, eyes filled with fear and pure panic; they raced by us. Hermione, in full sprint, looked back for a split second releasing a white blast that shattered against the ground; disrupting the men who are getting dangerously close to their targets. Chains flew out from the depths of the smoke wrapping its metal restraints around the red hair boy's body where he then crashed onto the ground. The boy with glasses continued to run, however the hunters are gaining on them. He stopped only to lock eyes with Hermione; she aimed her wand at the boy and yelled some unrecognizable words. He felled to the ground holding his face, the men quickly caught up to them and soon all three were dragged back into the darkness of the mist.

…

The smoke swirled around morphing into a giant room that resembles something like Dracula's living room, walls covered with old tapestries and armor suits standing guard. Clustered off to the side a few beings emerged, cladded in long black cloaks. Instantly my attention was torn away as I watched with horror two new spirits taking center stage. A woman appeared; wearing a black ragged dress, her black crazy hair flying in all directions, and clutched in her hand a short dagger. Pinned underneath her a young girl formed; her blown hair laid spread across the floor, her left arm exposed.

"How did you get it…How did you and your friends get it out of my vault?"

"I didn't take anything…I didn't take anything..."

"I don't believe it…"

Cries of pain.

"Who stole it?..."

Earsplitting shrieks.

"WHO STOLE IT?!"

Screams pierced through the air as the monster in disguise carved into the girl's tender skin. Hermione laid motionless on the floor, her bare arm shaking uncontrollably. Blood dripped down into small pools on the floor, the word mudblood freshly engraved into her flesh.

Hermione's memory slowly faded away. The only traces remain is the image of her being tortured; forever imprinted in my mind.

I don't know how much more of this I can take. Was this really what Hermione's past was like?

The smoke now took on a whole new form, transforming into the interior of a magnificent castle. Yet the beauty that once was the ancient castle is being ripped apart as a terrifying battle raged on. Lights flashing, blasts sounding, screams, cries, blood, pain, death. Children are fleeing from the grounds while vicious men shoot red lightning from their wands. Giant soldiers carved from rock fought against the enemy, protecting their home as it crumbled around them. The boy with glasses and the lightning bolt scar took off in one direction while Hermione and the red hair boy darted in another; each trying to avoid the onslaught of deadly attacks.

The battle scene before us faded as they entered a mysterious dungeon. A serpent engraved wall materialized along with a very large decaying body of a snake. The two teens hunched over a golden goblet, Hermione held a snake's fang in her hand as she then punctured the goblet releasing a tidal wave of water washing away the cursed golden cup. Hand in hand they braced themselves as they were dowsed with water, and hand in hand they looked into each other's eyes and kissed; and hand in hand the memory was washed away in a wave of smoke.

…

The battle resurfaced from the smoke. Dead bodies littered the ground, cries echoing from the ashes. Hermione and the boy with red hair are still fighting, still pressing forward. Back to back they send out various attacks until suddenly…

A rocket of black swirling smoke erupted from the abyss; shooting straight towards the sky until it abruptly dove down and before anyone could react it swallowed Hermione whole taking her away along with the memory.

…

"Stop fighting, it's useless…I said stop it traitor!...What number are you going to give this one?"

"Ah well, look who it is. One of the golden trio. This one deserves a special mark, don't you agree, mudblood? MUD for this one."

"You won't get away…"

A scream of pure agony echoed through the mist.

"Strip its belongs and lock it away. I will deal with it later."

…

Chains slinked out from the harsh earth as iron shackles clasped around her weak figure. Her clothes are tatter and tainted with blood. Barely able to hold herself up, she extended out her frail hand grasping for a patch of grass that is just out of her reach. Her fingers almost touched the green plant when a large black shoe came stomping down on her small hand. A sob escaped her lips as the man crushed her hand into the ground.

"Time to talk mudblood, or would you rather me force it out of you."

Tilting her head up she stared at the monster, her eyes filled with determination; without breaking her gaze she painfully wrenched her hand free.

"Get up mudblood."

He loomed over her, his eyes glistening from behind his silver mask; wand in hand.

Trying to conceal the visible trembling of her limbs she stood up, never breaking her eye contact. The chains clattered as she steadied herself, standing now face to face with her captor.

"Now tell me where Harry Potter is, tell me everything you know and maybe I will go easy on you."

She didn't move; the only visible change is the intensity in her eyes.

"I said tell me what you know! Where is Harry Potter?"

Without warning the back of his hand made contact against her face; the blow just about sent her crashing to the floor. Yet with quivering breathes she regained her composure and return her gaze back to the monster standing before her.

"I see how it is going to be. Fine then. If you won't talk I will make you…

Crucio…"

Her eyes betrayed her as shock and pain overtook the features on her face. He flew out his wand sending out a green string of light that hit Hermione dead on. She collapsed to the ground shaking and twisting; trying to ease the impact of the attack. By some extraordinary means she somehow kept her composure; refusing to show the extreme pain she is in. Realizing that his attack has not been affecting her he intensified the onslaught which instantly crumbled her strong exterior. It only took a moment for her to release a shrilling scream, pure pain engulfing her soul.

Finally alone Hermione released a silent sob, tears cascading down her cheeks. Her memory gradually weakened until she was replaced with a spinning spiral of smoke.

Stop. Please, please just make it stop. I can't keep watching. If I have to see her get hurt one more time, I don't know what will happen. The wolf is killing to come out; he is clawing against the inside of my chest, his teeth gnawing on my heart. He wants revenge, he wants to burst out and kill every one of those bastards that hurt my imprint. To be honest I want to release him. If I let him free I vow to kill them all.

Hermione.

My most cherished memory is filling my mind. Her golden brown hair curling around her face, her blushing cheeks, her warm smile, and her silver sunglasses reflecting the dumb look spread across my face as I laid on the floor. The sound of her laugh, I will never forget that sound. It is seriously the best laugh in the entire world, its intoxicating.

I can do this; I have too. I made a promise to myself that I will be the one to make her laugh, and I will keep my promise no matter what. I can't give in to the darkness, I need to focus on the light; and that light is Hermione. All I want in this world is to make her happy and I will do that no matter what the cost, even at the cost of my own happiness.

The smoke is changing again; most likely bring on another set of memories. I am ready to do this; I have to see this through. No matter what I will not break my promise.

Hunched off to the side a frail girl emerged from the lingering mist. She seems lifeless, her eyes vacant of any light. Her clothes are unrecognizable as her brown hair laid dead around her face. The shackles hanging from her brittle limbs hardly fit her anymore. She is empty, voided of the once strong personality that used to shine as bright as the sun. Hermione is gone; all hope has vanished; she is finally broken.

Smoke stirred around her as she slowly rose from the ground, leaving the hollow girl behind. New life illuminated her dull eyes as she forced every ounce of her being to move forward, fighting against the metal that is pinning her down. Energy and determination is somehow radiating from her weak body, ready to face whatever may lie ahead. Hermione glanced back at the unmoving girl, her gaze overflowing with intensity and an unwavering hope. Without warning she became guarded, her eyes locking on us. Cautiously she let down her defenses and in doing so allowed her mind to wander.

"Alright, alright I think I may have finally figured it out. I finally understand what they are doing...Yes…They are stalling!...That is it!…They must be stalling…Why would they keep us here?...Keep me here?…Harry won, the battle it is over…YOUR DARK LORD IS DEAD NOW LET ME OUT OR JUST KILL ME ALREADY...Just kill me already…"

"If I was to add some of the essence of a memory that makes the user happy I may be able to create a weapon that can kill a dementor!...I know it sounds absolutely mad but it could actually work...A bullet filled with the patronus charm and the essence of what makes the person happy, it could work! It may actually work…"

"They are coming for me you just wait…I believe in Harry and Ron…They would not leave me behind…Someone is going to save me…Someone is coming…I have to find a way to let them know where I am…UUGGHHH THIS IS SO FUSTRATING!..."

"I did it!I did it! I did it! I DID IT! Finally, finally, finally, I mastered it. I am amazing, I amaze myself..."

"Why hasn't anyone come yet…Maybe...NO! NO, NO!...Do not let them get to you Hermione…They are wrong…Ron and Harry will come for me…Voldemort is dead…They are wrong…WRONG!..."

Her image never stopped moving, in true Hermione fashion she never stopped even for a second. Her mind is going a million miles a second, how she can even connect solid thoughts to words is amazing. In a whirl of smoke she swiftly sat herself on the ground as far away as she could from the other inhabitants of the small cell; the still motionless Hermione and constant moving and rambling Hermione.

The chains are so taut they are cutting into her tender skin. Her boney knees are drawn close to her chest, her head resting in her shaky hands. She swayed in her spot, rocking herself back and forth. Her back is facing us, from this angle you can really see the condition she is in; she is literally skin and bones. She is talking, whispering secrets, mumbling spells, and silently crying. Without warning her body would tremble, releasing a wave of emotion. As soon as it started it would end and she would return to her rhythmic rocking motion. Anger abruptly boiled up like lava as an onslaught of rage and vile escaped her dry lips. Then, just like before, she would calm herself; muttering words of comfort.

The three entities continued on, clearly trapped in their own little worlds yet confined in the same room. A loud sharp clank rang through the smoke as all three memories immediately stopped; frozen in pure terror. A gust of wind swept through the clearing sending the memories back into the mist. All that remains is the fragile girl sitting in the corner attempting to make herself look smaller as the silver masked man entered. It is the same masked man as before however he seems different. Everything about him screams desperation, his black cloak is frayed, his stature weaker since the last time we saw him, and his eyes are filled with revenge and desire. He staged over toward her; his hand disappeared inside his robe where he pulled out not his wand but a dagger. Stopping only a few steps away he stared down at her shivering form, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest.

"Looks like this is the end of the road mudblood. I have been waiting a long time for this."

In just a few long strides he closed the distance between them and lowed himself so that they are now face to face.

"Now I am going to say this one last time, tell me everything you know about Harry Potter."

He did not wait for a response, but instead dragged the knife down the side of her face, right over her right eye. Blood gushed out of the fresh wound, but he didn't stop there. Next he carved the knife across her cheek, releasing another wave of bright red blood.

A sinister laugh echoed out as he grasped Hermione by her neck pulling her to her feet. He pressed her against the newly formed stone wall, her toes barely touching the cold ground. His nails dug into her skin as his grip around her neck tightened.

"You… You vile little mudblood; unworthy of the magic flowing through your veins. You dare defy me?...You dare mock me?…I am going to end you…I will make the last moments of your life as physically and mentally painful as possible…Do you understand…DO YOU?..."

He smashed her body against the wall, her head making a sickening crack as it made contact against the harsh stone. Again he threw her body into the wall each time leaving more and more blood behind. One last time he flung her weak body, her head striking the wall with such a force her eyes shot open.

Everything came to an abrupt halt, the air filling with electricity and tension. Gradually her once brown eyes began to glow as a golden pattern weaved through her pupils. Within seconds her eyes blazed with the intensity of the sun; sending her attacker staggering backwards, dropping her to the floor. Trembling and wobbling Hermione stood up; slowly she raised her head, locking her lighting filled eyes on the monster. Blood dripped down the corner of her mouth, her body shaking uncontrollably; yet she stood tall, her eyes somehow are getting even brighter. The man is now cowering in the corner, fear in his eyes. Her lips silently moved and out of nowhere her wand appeared in her hand. My eyes darted over to Rosalie; Hermione's wand still grasped carefully in her hands.

An eruption of blinding white light exploded sending all of us flying off our feet. As our eyes readjusted and the ringing in our ears faded away we were all that remained. Hermione's memory is gone.

…

Everything is quiet again; the smoke becoming more tranquil, almost peaceful. Slightly a figure came into view, disrupting the once calm smoke. A young girl, looking as if she survived the apocalypse, trudged by us; a wand firmly grasped in her small hand. She stumbled over to a familiar spot where she allowed the exhaustion to take over and fell to her knees. Never letting go of her wand she clawed her fingers into the earth, flinging the dirt away until her nails scrapped across something hard. Using all of her remaining strength she lifted the box from the hole, clutching it close to her chest. Her shivering hands slowly opened the box, and carefully she pulled out a pair of silver sunglasses. At first she looked at the glasses as if they were from a different world, from a time she had long forgotten. Her face overflowed with a mixture of emotions, her breathing becoming ragged as a sob shuddered through her body.

Rain started to fall from the sky washing away the remains of Hermione's memory, as well as the tears streaming down my face.

A hush swept through the field as the once harsh black smoke peacefully hovered along the earth's edge. Rain continued to silently fall from the dark sky. Is it morning or night? Has any time pasted since we entered this black void or has life been going on; no one noticing that we are not present in the everyday routines? Would anyone notice that we are gone? Will anyone actually care if we suddenly vanished? Our souls forever cursed to walk through the darkness alone for eternity. Would anyone care if I disappeared? All this time I have only thought of the happiness of others; the members of the pack, my Dads wellbeing, Bella's happiness and future, and now Hermione. What about me? Does anyone worry about me, does anyone think of what I might want? I feel like there is a side of me that I have been ignoring, where I just keep pushing the feelings aside; the feeling of being left out. Why did I not notice this feeling before? The harshness and sadness of being forgotten and taken advantage of is really upsetting me. Maybe I should just go; no one really needs me anyways.

"Mr. Black…"

Hermione? My mind is racing as I scanned the group. No one else seems to have heard her.

"Mr. Black…Be careful…"

It is defiantly Hermione's voice; the sound filling my head and heart. Her words warmed my frozen heart, melting away the ice that somehow started to edge its way into my soul. I almost lost myself for a second there; I almost gave into the darkness, allowing all my negative emotions to get the better of me.

"Mr. Black?..."

She is calling out to me, she is reaching out to me and only me; she needs me. I do have a purpose in this world. I cannot believe I almost lost sight of my light, almost lost faith in myself, almost got lost in my own darkness.

A distant sound echoed through the smoke. The sound getting closer and closer; twigs breaking, the frosted leaves crushing against the ice covered ground. Everyone seemed to snap out of their trances; somehow we all got lost, lost deep in our own thoughts. The noise keeps coming and going, the source impossible to pinpoint. Right when I think I know where it is; it is gone, trapped somewhere in the mysterious smoke.

Out of literally nowhere Hermione burst through the smoke like a torpedo. At first she almost ran right by us until she slid to a halt just a few feet away. Completely out of breathe she scanned all of us, her eyes examining everything behind her silver sunglasses. Finally; finally after everything that has happened its Hermione, it's really her. It is finally over; she is actually here; standing right here in front of us. My heart basically stopped when I saw her. She is soaking wet, her hair is in disarray, and somehow she still takes my breath away.

"Thank goodness you have my wand. Quick give me my wand." Panic swept across Hermione's face as her eyes darting between the black smoke and Rosalie.

"Quick give me my wand; please…Give me my wand." Her voice is filled with desperation, her eyes glued to the wand.

"Jacob!...Jacob…Get me my wand…Please Jacob…Help me…" She is completely terrified, her hand reached out for the wand; for Hermione's wand. That is not Hermione. I knew from the second it said my first name that the girl standing in front of us is not the Hermione I know and love. Even after all that we have gone through it takes a lot for Hermione to call me by my first name. So who or what is this person and why does it want Hermione's wand? The imposter swayed in its spot, everything about it is pleading, literally begging for Rosalie to give it the wand; yet no one moved. Rosalie refused to release her grip on the wand.

"I said get me the wand…" The imposter's words are laced with annoyance and anger as her demeanor started to shift. Suddenly the girl took on a completely different appearance as its features became hasher almost downright evil. Its lips curled into a devilish grin releasing a sinister laugh; however the moment of amusement quickly ended as the girls face became filled with rage.

"GIVE ME…"

A shot pierced through the smoke; the sound ringing in the air. Everything happened in slow motion as the girls face gradually started to relax, a stream of black blood dripped from the corner of its mouth. Her eyes found me, the once ruthless creature returning back to the scared young girl. A wave of sadness washed over me as its knees gave way; she never broke her gaze, her body finally crumbled to the icy ground. I stared down at the lifeless form memorized by the black blood flowing from the open wound on the back of its head mixing with its golden brown hair. I finally tore my eyes away from the scene before me only to find…

Hermione.

To Be Continued…