Granger + Danger, Swan + Wand

Author's Note: So how are you guys liking it? I think that Bella is totally OOC. Buuuut. She's been changed! So it's really unavoidable. I'm not really too sad about it. She's about to get totally hot. So sit tight.

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Chapter 4

Winchester and Richmond had Bella shackled to a wall in her room, just as they had when Carlisle and his sons had dropped her off that previous May. The chains were in the far corner of the room and extended down to about a foot from the floor. She sat on her knees, with the shackles on her wrists and hung her head. She felt empty. Now that she had had time to think about it, she knew she'd done something terrible. She'd nearly killed the girl in the forest- Hermione Granger, she'd said her name was.

But as much as she regretted her actions, she couldn't see how they could've been avoided. Hermione Granger would have tasted absolutely amazing, Bella was sure of that. Everything about her had Bella losing her mind. She didn't blame Winchester or Richmond for locking her up. If she had been free, she would have escaped that very instant to find her. She had no doubt that if the girl was within a hundred miles, she could have tracked her down. She had to see her again, feel her again. Of course, she absolutely recognized that her murderous actions had ruined any platonic relationship, but still Bella craved.

Richmond had smoothed her hair back as she sat on the floor, immediately after being chained to the wall. "Bella, dear, you can't be doing that. We're Tranquils for a reason. We don't KILL. Not even animals, dear. Carlisle begged us to keep you clean. If you kill someone, you can't be a Tranquil. We'll have to relocate you."

Winchester knelt in front of her as well, with his hands on his knees. "Other rehabilitation clinics are different," he assured her. "They involve tortures rather than meditation. You must behave."

Now Bella just sat. She'd been alone for hours. Winchester had came in that morning with her breakfast. He held the glass up to her mouth and she'd sucked every drop through the straw. Richmond brought in a second glass on minutes after. He did the same thing. He explained to her that they had been trying to teach her mediation, but now he was just intent on keeping her fed. He didn't sound happy at all. He left her alone. They both did, and she sat very still, abd thought about her past for a while.

She wondered how Charlie was doing. He was once again living in an empty house. But this time there was no chance of her returning to it. She thought about her mother Renee and guessed at the places that she had been living in the past year. She felt less sadness than she had in the beginning. At first it had been utterly terrible to recall her family. She knew that they were freshly mourning. She knew that her new friends at the highschool in Forks were mourning, and her father's friends at the diner were too. She thought about the rest of the Cullens, the beautiful, beautiful Cullens, and how they were fairing. She thought about Rosalie's hatred, and Emmet's boisterous nature. She thought about Alice's charm and Jasper's pensive attitude. Then she thought about Esme and Carlisle. It hurt the most to think about those too. She could see Carlisle's face hovering of her in the dance studio as she lost conciousness. She could hear him yelling to his son to be a man and to step up and save her. It had been Carlisle's face that she first saw when she awakened.

He had said, "Bella, I'm so sorry."

It hadn't been his fault. It hadn't really been Edward's fault either. The venom had already spread so far by the time they'd gotten to her, that Carlisle said that it was a very long shot of Edward being able to save her regardless. But still, he had done nothing. And now Bella was chained to a wall and alone.

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Hermione could sense the edge of the magical dome that was cloaking the Sanctuary from muggle eyes. It wasn't anything a muggle could sense, or a weak wizard or witch either, but she could sense it easily. She held out her hand swept her fingers through the air. A familiar tingle danced over her knuckles. She stepped forward, into the clearing and into the cover of concealment chair.
She found herself standing before a large grey stoned building, old and grown partially over with ivy. A garden framed it on all sides that she could see. And along the back left, traveling to the side of the building was a large pond. The afternoon air felt warm on cheeks. She went forward, walking between several rows of apple trees that had just began blossoming for spring.

"Hello there," a voice said, and Hermione spun. It was one of the two men from the night before, the one without the beard. He was standing on the back porch steps, his hands behind his back. She could have sworn he had not been standing there only seconds before.

She let her fingers outline the shape of her wand in her pocket, ready to pull it out at any moment. "Hello," she said. "Is this where you live?"

"The Sanctuary is where anyone with a special power may live that needs a home," the man said. "My name is Richmond. How may I help you?"

"Er," Hermione said. Suddenly she couldn't remember why she had wanted to come there so badly. "I'm Hermione Granger. We met in the forest last night," she offered.

The man nodded. "Yes, I remember. I apologize again for Bella Swan's momentary loss of control. I hope that she did not affect you in any way you cannot overcome."

"I'm fine, I assure you," Hermione replied. "How is she?"

"Bella?" Richmond's eyebrow lifted on his forehead. "She's doing alright. Why do you ask?"

The witch thought about that. Why DID she care? Bella had just tried to kill her the night before, but now she was eager to check on her? It didn't really make sense to her either. "Can I see her?" Hermione had absolutely no idea she was going to ask that until after it had already split out of her mouth. Her eyes widened at her own request.

"See her?" the man looked at her strangely. "I'm sorry, but she isn't really in the right mind to be accepting visitors." Then he eyed the witch a little bit more curiously. "Are you aware of what we do here? You found our concealment charm rather easily and didn't seem to have any worries about crossing it."

Hermione touched her wand again, just for reassurance. "I'm a very well practiced witch," she said. "I've read quite a few books and done research on a myriad of different topics. I admit I'm not that knowledgable on vampires. But that's what she is, am I right? And you and your friend as well."

Richmond nodded, pleased. "Yes, that's right. My companion and I are Tranquils. Half your kind, half vampire. Ostrasized from both groups and made to live a life of mostly solitude."

"And Bella Swan?" Hermione pressed.

"A full vampire. An extremely young one too. Turned by tragedy and saved from a life of madness and murder by a clan of Vampires living in Washington state. Three of the members brought her here last May. She has been training with us since then, to be a tranquil."

"If she's not witch then how can she be a tranquil?" the girl asked and came closer to the man standing on the stairs.

"Bella Swan may not be able to perform magic, but she is incredibly resistant too it. She reflects any spell done directly to her. She's also one of the fastest vampires we've known, and incredibly strong. We don't want her to resort ot animal instincts and be set free on the world. If we can cultivate her into something useful here, she could be an ally to the wizarding world."

"And perhaps get you back in with the Ministry?" Hermione asked, sensing where he was going with that.

Richmond looked a tad bit embarassed. Hermione could see it in his eyes. But he nodded anyways. "Yes. I have been working on potion concotions that could prove really useful if only the ministry would accept my submissions..."

"I could talk to them for you," Hermione offered, realizing what a huge gamble she was making all for a reason she couldn't quite validate in her own mind. "Under one condition."

"You wish that I let you see Bella?" the Tranquil asked. "Even though just last night she wished to kill you?"

Hermione nodded. "Yes." She licked her lips. "I am better prepared today. I have been brushing up on projecting spells."

Richmond laughed lightly. "There's no need, I promise you that. She's chained up. There will be no more attacks. Don't worry." He waved towards the door and when she got to it, he held it open for her. Then he led the way, towards a stairwell in the middle of a large open room. "I should warn you, however," he added brusquelly, as they climbed the stairs. "That if she had merely been hungry, you would have died last night."

Hermione looked to him as the went up. "What do you mean "merely been hungry"?"

"It's rare, but sometimes a vampire will meet someone- usually another vampire, sometimes a mortal, and have an instant bond. I've spoken with quite a few vampires that have met their mates in such a way. It's an entirely baffling situation actually. Because if Bella had drank from you, she would have been killing the one that she was meant to find. And simultaneously, the taste of your blood would have driven her absolutely mad. She would have been a hopeless case then and would have had to have been killed."

On the fifth floor landing, Hermione stopped. "The one that she was meant to find?"

Richmond nodded curtly. "Indeed. Something a mortal would refer to as a 'soul mate' perhaps. Have you heard of such a thing?"

Hermione scoffed. "That's rubbish," she said, but her stomach was knotting itself again. She opened the door and stepped into the hallway. "What room is she in?"

"The third one on the right," Richmond said, "You can find me outside when you're done." And then he stepped back into the stairway and was gone.

Hermione walked to the door he had spoken about but waited to go in. She touched her neck again, replayed the previous night's events. She pulled up her sleeves and looked at the bruishes circling her wrists. Her head swam a little. She was about to see the girl that did that to her. The only girl who had every made her, Hermione Granger, feel helpless. She should have been afraid, perhaps terrified. But instead, she felt a slight bit of excitement.

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