Author's note:
Hello dear readers,
I'm sorry you had to wait so long for this update, but I had a bit of a struggle with the writing of the "book" I'm giving Hermione to read to give her some insight in her situation. I hope it's not too confusing ;-)
Leave me some reviews so I know what you guys think! And thanks for reading and following

Love,
Saphire.

At The Den(Charlie's pov)

"HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE US OF NOT CARING. HERMIONE IS LIKE A SISTER TO US, LIKE A DAUGHTER TO OUR MUM AND DAD. HOW DARE YOU. YOU WEREN'T EVEN HERE. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT HAPPENED. DON'T YOU COME IN HERE ACCUSING US OF SOMETHING LIKE THIS EVER AGAIN, OR DON'T BOTHER EVER RETURNING.

Please come back home so we can explain. Please."

It was Bill's voice booming from the howler, Bill's voice. He sounded like he was in tears when he was shouting this, his voice was so small. But he sounded so pleading in the end, asking me to come home again. Asking me for another chance to let them explain. So I sent an owl to Max explaining the situation, telling him I would be a little late today, to start the search without me.

Once I was finished I cleared my wards from the fireplace, took a hand of floo-powder and stepped back into the flames calling out "The Burrow" loud and clear. I fell out of the fireplace again, to be caught by Bill, right before falling face first into the floor.

"Okay. I don't really have much time. In Romania I have to go to work in about an hour and I really need to find Bast, She's my favorite dragon. And if Hermione is still there I will find her too. But you need to tell me what is going on. Please."

"Mum will cook us breakfast while we talk. To keep busy. You know how anxious she gets." Bill says, while we walk towards the kitchen. In the kitchen all my other family members sat quietly, staring in front of them.

"I'm sorry you guys, I'm just a little frustrated with everything that has been going on." I say to break the ice. I get a few faint laughs and several eyes turned on me. "But please, don't keep me in the dark any longer. I can't take it anymore."

"It's okay, son, apology accepted. We will tell you everything you need to know." My dad answered, still staring in the distance.

Bill and I take our usual seats at the dinner table and I wait for someone to start telling me what happened.

"During the final battle, she was attacked by Fenrir Greyback. He almost killed her, left her in a puddle of her own blood to die." Bill manages to choke out. After the first sentence his breathing intensifies, his blood starts to boil. I know he wants revenge on Greyback, for what he did to Hermione and Bill. He gets control over himself again and continues: "Fred found her and could bring her to St Mungo's just in time to save her, but of course lycantrophy can not be cured. When she found out she just ran off. And she was still injured. We thought she couldn't have gone far, but she's Hermione and if she doesn't want to be found, she isn't found. She covered her tracks meticulously, made a hopping-trail to throw off the aurors and travelled untraceable ever since. We lost her."

At his last words, Ginny softly starts to cry next to me and I put my arm around her shoulder. What can I do to make this better. "Well at least we now know that she has been in Romania a couple of days ago. If she's still there I don't know. But seeing as in it was a full moon, I guess she still will be. No worries, we will find her. By the way, did you try asking around the pharmacies if the ingredients for the wolfsbane potions were bought?"

"No, no we didn't, I will let Harry know immediately." Ron answered.

"Breakfast is ready, common dears, wash up quickly. I will have the table ready in a minute and than we will eat. Everyone has to get to work in a few." Mum said. There was a quick rush from everyone to wash their hands before dinner and when everyone sat down the food was being served. Eggs, bacon, beans in red sauce, sausages and toast. A proper breakfast.

In the homy cave(Hermione's pov)

Being in a dragon-heated cave, sleeping the day away, wasn't the life I had pictured myself living after I had finished Hogwarts, but it wasn't all bad either. At least I wasn't being chased by deatheaters or Voldemort himself. And my life with a dragon as a companion was pretty easy, no fights, no messes, no strings attached. But I also missed my friends, Harry and Ron, Ginny... Thinking of my friends takes me back to all the adventures we had together, all the happy and less happy memories. Reminds me that I will probably never see them again. I let out a soft sob.

Suddenly I feel Ariels head pushing into my body, asking for attention, as if she's asking if I'm okay. It makes me smile through my tears. I pet her snout and get out of my bed. No need to stay in bed all day. Maybe I should go get those books now.

"Ariel, sweetie, I need you to stay here and guard our palace okay? Do you need anything before I leave? Are you hungry? I will be back before dark so we can go flying again. Don't worry. I love you okay?" After I patted her a little, I took my traveling cloak, my money and a vial of poly juice potion.

My plan was this: I would fly by broom to the nearest border and from there apparate into France to take a hair from some female and than into Diagon Alley. I would go straight to Flourish and Blotts and after that I would go to Knockturn Alley.

My plan worked exactly as I thought it would, great. In Flourish and Blotts they had everything on dragons, or at least everything a normal person would want to know, but I wanted to know more. I bought all the books they had. And that's why, afterwards I needed to go to Knockturn alley. They had everything on rare pieces of magic and such. I even found a book about blood-bonds there.

When I came out of the second shop,I walked back to Diagon alley. There I saw Harry exit the pharmacy with a face full of hope. Why had he gone to the pharmacy, was something wrong with him? Maybe I needed to contact them? No. I can not contact them, that will just keep them looking for me. They need to move on with their lives. I will just have to find out what is going on with him another way.

But first I needed to get home to my dragon. I could feel her getting anxious and alone. I had the feeling that she thought I wasn't coming back, that she thought I had left her there, trapped. So I hurried along to the apparationpoint. I first went into Germany, then to Finland and last then I apparated into Hungry, close by the border to fly the rest of the way to my dragon lair.

At The Burrow(Charlie's pov)

Breakfast was eaten in total silence. Everyone seemed hungry and afraid to break the silence. Not that the silence was comfortable at all, but it seemed like the right thing to do.

When breakfast was over, everyone seemed to relax and goodbyes were to be said. I needed to get back to work. I needed to go and concentrate on finding Bast and Hermione. I needed them both to be okay. I needed everything to work out.

So I hugged my family goodbye and stepped into the fireplace, called out for The Den as clear as possible and crashlanded in my own living room only seconds later. When I had caught my breathe and I had found the courage to stand up, I took my broom where I left it and went out of the door straight for the command centre.

In the command centre Max was just debriefing everyone on the plan for the day when I walked in. I stayed quiet while he explained the rest of the plan. It was easy. They would work in teams, stay in contact via patronus and all cover different areas of the land. In in the morning they would concentrate the most on the areas they checked yesterday, because they were checked in a hurry and they needed to be sure. In the afternoon they would expand their search-area with as much as they could.

"Okay People, let's do this, let's find our dear Bast before the end of the day." Max added as a last remark.

While he was giving his speech, I just sat there, feeling useless. In a minute we were going out flying, trying to find a dragon. I don't understand why we haven't found it yet. Unless it has been stolen, attacked or it just decided to fly off into the sunset. But I'm pretty sure that Bast wouldn't just go without a fight, so if she was stolen, we would know about it I guess. If she was attacked, where is the evidence? That leaves her escaping to be free, which sounds to crazy for words. Oh god, I hope she's all right. I hope she still remembers how to feed herself in the wild.

I was shaken out of my reverie by Max hitting me sympathetically on the shoulder. "I know what you are going through, mate. Don't worry, everything will be okay. We will find her safe and sound and we will bring her home."

"I hope you're right Max, I hope you're right."

In the Dragons Lair(Hermione's pov)

Once I entered my new home, I was overwhelmed by a heatwave. My suspicions were right, my little Ariel had gotten a little restless and had accidentally burnt my love-seat. No worries, because she seemed to calm down visibly when I was around.

Maybe going to Diagon Alley was a little too far for our newly formed bond. We didn't know or trust each other well enough to be away from each other longer than a couple of hours and a couple of miles. It would probably get better the longer we were together and the better we knew each other.

The day was still in full swing and before the night took us on another journey around the lake or somewhere else, I needed to take a good long nap, to catch up on some sleep. So I talked to Ariel for a little while, so make sure she was calm, made her lie down next to the bed and then went to sleep.

When I woke up a good couple of hours later, I was fully rested. My mind was blank and I was ready to absorb some new knowledge about dragons and blood-bonds. Ready to read about my new faith and ready to face the night to come.

I started by making myself and Ariel a snack. For Ariel it's pretty easy, just take the meat out of the enchanted freezer and throw it to her or lay it in front of her. For me it took a little more work, I needed to actually cook something. But I opted for warming up something out of a tin can, because I wasn't feeling all that creative. After I ate, I washed the dishes and then I fixed the burned sofa.

I took the first book that I could find and it was the book about blood-bonds. It started out easy, explaining what a blood-bond was and how it was to be formed.

Blood-bonds are exceptionally rare pieces of magic, because of the transference of magic between two beings. A blood-bond is the bond between two magical cores. It transfers magic from one being to the other to where it is most needed. A blood-bond can be formed between any magical creature and a witch/wizard or between two witches/wizards.

A bond can be formed during a full moon by sharing blood with another being. This however does not ensure that the bond is formed, the two parties involved must accept the bond to give it a proper chance of success and even then there is a chance that the magical cores of the two beings will reject each other. This does make sure that there are no accidental bonds formed.

After reading this I was flabbergasted. How was this possible? The two parties needed to accept it. I didn't, did I? Maybe Adin did. Oh god, what happened that night? I need to know. I'm bonded to a dragon. What is going to happen to me. I needed to read the rest of the book, see what else it said.

A blood-bond with a witch/wizard

If you have a blood-bond with an other human being, it means that you are bonded for life. The magical law states that you are from then on legally married.

A blood-bond will leave you with full control over your own thoughts, but with a better insight in the other persons feelings and thoughts in moments of need. You will feel each others distress and discomfort. In some rare cases of really powerful bonds, it is noted that the partners could hear each others thoughts.

A blood-bond with a magical creature

if you have a blood-bond with a magical creature, everything depends on the strength of the creature. Some bonds might even proof to be dangerous.

A common blood-bond is the bond between a phoenix and his or her master. This magical bird searches his master and when he finds the right one, he binds itself to it's master by forming a blood-bond. This bond only has benefits. There will be a slight psychic-connection, allowing the phoenix to appear ...

Merlin, this is not at all what I need to know. I started getting restless, and Ariel noticed. I needed to keep calm, before she burned our whole crib. In through the nose, out through the mouth. No biggie.

The search-party (Charlie's pov)

Getting on the broom and flying in the wind, covering all the same ground as we did yesterday, was just plain frustrating. I needed to get away, to expand the territory before it got to dark to see. I needed to find my two girls.

MY two girls? my TWO girls? what the hell is wrong with me. How the hell did this happen. I need to keep my emotions out of this one. I need to steer clear of all that is complicated right now, like Eileen, she was complicated.

"Max, I'm going to look a little further outside of the search area. I need to feel like I'm covering some ground, like I'm actually doing something. I'll see you at dinner." I shouted at Max above the souring wind right before I rushed off. I was quick to fly away, because I know that there was no way he would let me go.

So now I'm flying aimlessly in the direction of the sunset, hoping to find some clue, to find some proof of life. But that's not what I find, what I find is a wreckage, a scene out of a horror movie, a deathbed. It's a clearing, filled with broken branches, twigs, stones smeared with blood, puddles of dried blood on the grass, fallen trees, it looked horrific. Dragonscales, ripped out skin, hairs, more blood. Brrr.

I almost crashed my broom into the earth, franticly looking for traces of Hermione or the dragon, but finding neither. I sent a patronus to Max. And that was the last conscious thing I did until he showed up, I was in shock, shivering, breathing heavily, sobbing uncontrollable, covered in blood.

At the Dragons Lair( Hermione's pov)

When I got myself under control again, I started flipping pages until I read something about blood-bonds with dragons. And it was not good.

A blood-bond with a dragon is the most dangerous and unpredictable bonds known to man-kind. Because there are only a handful of people who have experienced such a bond, there isn't much known about this particular bond.

What we do know, is the following. A dragon can only bond with a person it trusts or of which it recognizes the soul. Being bonded to a dragon will give the person some extra abilities, depending on the species of dragon and the strength of the bond.

There are several other abilities that can be formed when the bonded are together for a long time, such as a manner of communication and a stronger connection.

In this bond the two parties involved will have a strong sense to each others emotions and will get uncomfortable with each others discomfort. This however can be very dangerous, considering you are dealing with a dragon.