So, this one was a bit rough and a bit of a filler, just a warning. Also, I'd like to clarify again, that this story is NOT going to be one full of minute details, because that would suck all of the fun out of it. So, if you notice any inconsistencies, please only tell me if they are VITAL to the story, or if they are just blatantly obvious. Also, please be kind about it. I've gotten my fair share of rudeness so far, and it does NOT put me in the mood to write, so just please keep that in mind. Thank you guys, and thanks so much for reading this story! :D
Traveling With Vampires
"Okay, we can't Apparate again," Hermione said as the four travelers feet touched solid ground again. She dropped Alice's hand and pulled out her wand, walking quickly down the dark alleyway. Ron followed swiftly after, but Alice and Jasper hesitated. Hermione, annoyed and pressed for time, turned around. "Are you guys coming or not? I need you to steal a car, after all," she exclaimed. Alice and Jasper looked up at her, but their faces were blank, as if they were in shock. Ron looked at Hermione.
"I think we broke them," he whispered, striding over and placing his hand on Alice's shoulder. She didn't react at all, except for her eyes, which slid over to look down at Ron's hand. Hermione groaned, stomping up next to them. "They're just not used to the after effects of Apparating," she said, waving her wand lazily. Jasper and Alice snapped out of whatever stupor they were under, and shook their heads. "That was. . .strange," Jasper mused, rubbing his eyes. Hermione rolled her eyes, walking off once again. "Yeah, it's not something you ever really get used to. Now come on, the Ministry'll already be tracking us," she said, her footsteps echoing off of the walls. Ron, Alice, and Jasper followed
Hermione through the city square, weaving through the crowds of the Ninth Ward, until she came up on a parked car. She looked at Alice, gesturing to the car.
"Go ahead, steal it," she said. Alice looked at her blankly, before nonchalantly walking past Hermione and opening the door in one swift motion. Hermione had no idea how she did it, but whatever it was, it worked. Alice successfully disabled the alarm before it even had time to go off, and the three climbed inside the car. Alice turned around to face Hermione. "Tell me exactly why we're in New Orleans," she asked, pulling out onto the road without even looking at the road. Hermione tried not to be nervous as she answered the question.
"I've read about the culture here," she explained. Jasper narrowed his eyes at her, trying to read her emotions. Hermione just hoped her enchantments were holding. The last thing she needed was someone manipulating her emotions. She continued with her explanation. "There are urban legends here of creatures that aren't widely believed to exist. Witches, like the ones from Salem, and voodoo magic. There are also legends of a lovechild born from human and vampire alike," she said. Alice's eyes narrowed, her lips pressed into a tighter line, her eyes glaring daggers at Hermione, never once looking at the road, and yet they sped away, masterfully weaving in and out of traffic.
Hermione sighed, running her hands through her hair. "And so we're going to the outskirts of New Orleans, to a place where we can speak to someone who is an expert on this particular legend. Maybe they can tell us where it originated, and we can go from there," she said, looking back and forth between Alice and Jasper. She had a feeling that she was constantly going ot have to prove herself to the two of them. Alice stared at her a moment longer, before turning around and facing the road.
Only she wasn't looking at the road. Ron leaned forward, tapping Hermione's shoulder and pointing at Alice. Hermione followed Ron's finger and saw that Alice's face had once again regained that far-away, glazed-over look. She was having a vision. Of what, Hermione did not know. Jasper watched Alice intently until the vision was over, placing his hand on her shoulder. "What did you see?" he asked, concerned. Alice didn't look over at him, or back at Hermione and Ron. She just tightened her hold on the steering wheel.
"Someone else has arrived back home, someone we weren't expecting," she said. Hermione leaned closer, trying to hear Alice's soft voice. "Who?" she asked, feeling desperate. Alice jerked her head to face Hermione, and stared at her. Hermione, feeling slightly nervous, glanced over at Ron, who put his hand on her knee, and leaned closer as well.
"Someone," Alice said slowly. Hermione waited, growing impatient. This was no time for jokes, after all. But Alice was not joking. "Someone like you," she said. And then she turned around quickly, leaving Hermione and Ron to figure out what she meant.
Hermione leaned back, facing Ron, her fear mirrored in his face. She swallowed, her heart speeding up. Another wizard, or witch, back at the Cullen's house? Could it be the Ministry? Could it be an American wizard? Ron swallowed nervously, taking Hermione's hand in his. Whoever it was, it was only a matter of time before people were sent after Hermione and Ron, and then the whole mission could be destroyed. Renesmee could die.
Hermione tightened her hold on her wand, using the other hand to hold tightly to Ron, as the four beings raced down the highway, toward the only thing that could save Renesmee.