Author's note: Dear readers,
I know this is a short chapter, but I couldn't take it anymore.
The exams are killing me and I needed a way out for a second. I hope you still like it though.
The next chapter will be awesome, can't wait to write it and to put it on here, but it'll have to wait a little longer.

Read and review please ;-)

Love,
Saphire.

In the woods(Charlie's pov)

Max arrived an found me shaking uncontrollably on the forest floor. It must have been quite a sight. A story that would be told and retold later in the pub. But for now, it was the most horrific thing either of us had ever seen and ever lived.

He found me while I was nearly catatonic, nearly unconscious, crying and covered in blood that was not my own. I was sitting on the forest floor, rocking myself like a baby.

Max tried everything, but he knew that he had to get me out of there before the dark settled in completely, so he conjured a stretcher and levitated me on it and then flew me home. My broom was left at the spot where I was found and tomorrow that would be the place we would start to look.

When max dropped me off at The Den, he first put me in the shower and then waited until I was ready for bed, before he left. I knew he too was about to break down, but he wasn't about to let anybody see it. And he knew that I needed him to be strong, that I needed him to be my rock in this mess.

The night that followed, was one filled with horrific dreams of a fight between a werewolf and a dragon.

At the lair(Hermione's pov)

I was still flipping through some pages in my new books, without really absorbing any of the information that was on them when the darkness of the night took over the reign of the land. My dragon was starting to get anxious to fly again, and I too was eager to get that feeling of freedom again. And yes, I just called her MY dragon. Because technically, we can not be separated. Technically, she is mine and I am hers.

But right now we needed to get out. She was getting restless, I could feel it, so bad, that I was getting restless. I was anxious to get back on my dragon, anxious to fly again, to see the nightsky, to feel the wind in my hair. I was glad I could take a bath in the lake and watch the stars. And I knew Ariel was happy too, anxious to drink, to fly, to be free from this small lair we called home. Free to roam the night skies and do as she pleased.

After the sun fully set behind the mountains we finally left. And not a moment to soon. Ariel was almost breathing fire. And I had to keep talking and keep reassuring her we would go out in a minute. But when we finally did leave, the feeling was better than it was the night before!

It felt liberating. All the worries and sorrows blown away by the wind in my hair and all the stress fell off me like it was just a chain keeping me on the ground. It felt like this was what I was born to do. I was born to fly.

I looked across the night sky and looked at the moon. The moon was already half again. It would be only about 15 more days to the next transformation. I wasn't ready to face the next transformation yet. So instead I closed my eyes and enjoyed the flying a little.

At The Den (Charlie's pov)

A beautiful yet fiercely werewolf roamed the woods looking for a pray until it found a woonded dragon lurching in the shadows of a clearing in the woods.

They circled each other a little, sizing each other up, waiting for the other to attack first.

The wolf lost it's patience and lounched herself forward first aiming for the neck of the dragon.

*Charlie winced in his sleep. Tossing and turning, trying to come between his two fighting girls.*

The dragon lashed out and spit fire. There were growls, roars, singed hairs, and a lot of blood.

I flew up in his bed, covered in sweat, breathing heavily. How could I have let this happen. Had I known, this would never have happened. Now, both of his girls were in danger, both probably hurt badly and both scared of the other. GREAT.

I let myself fall back down in my pillow, thinking over what could have happened in the forest that night. Holding on to my knowledge that Hermione was a strong witch, that she knew how to heal herself. That she knew how to handle herself. And hoping that Bast was still alive and had found something to snack on other than Hermione in the past days.

After a while of listening to my breathing, concentrating on not thinking about anything but his breathing, I fell asleep again, another shallow, restless sleep.

At The Lair (Hermione's pov)

This freedom, this incredible freedom. It was indescribable, sitting on the back of my dragon, flying, with the wind in my hair. God, it felt so good. But of course, all good things had to come to an end.

I had asked Ariel to set me down on the ground near the lake shore, so I could have a quick bath and take some water with me to fill up our water-reserves at The Lair. After all, I needed water to cook with and Ariel needed water to drink during the day. Not long after I had filled up the reserve-tanks with water, I undressed and plunged in the water. Who cared if I was naked, nobody was going to see me anyway. I hadn't plunged into the water or suddenly Ariel joined me, diving deep into the water, washing off all the dirt and blood she still had on her.

While i was swimming and Ariel was letting herself dry off on the land, I was enjoying the sunrise from the water. We would be needing to hide soon, but I was just going to enjoy it a little while longer. Just to see the first rays of sunlight beam through the sky, just to feel them on my face, just to see the sun again. Oh I had missed the sun. There were no words to describe the beauty in front of me. The sun came up underneath a couple of clouds, which made the clouds turn a beautiful pinkish and orange, and the purples of the darkened sky were slowly fading away. It was simply breath taking. When she could see the tip of the sun above the lake, she finally stepped out of the lake, asked Ariel to blow her dry carefully and put her clothes back on. They needed to disappear again, and quickly.

"Come on, Ariel, we need to go. I know, it's beautiful, I wish I could stay here watching it too. But for a little while, we can't so quickly." Hermione coaxed Ariel into letting her onto her back with the water-tanks and flying off toward their Lair. And it seemed like they were only just in time, because what seemed like only minutes later, her wards detected magical activity in the area. Not that she could see any and it might not be important, but she felt lucky nonetheless.