As soon as Hermione's breathing could be heard as levelling into sleep, Godric was rounded on by those he was respected by, "What the hell did you think you were doing? Trying to destroy yourself?"

"I was, what the humans would call, depressed courtesy of the people I have killed throughout my long life. It is understandable considering how many there have been. But as I stated before, I have seen the error of my ways courtesy of the witch currently sleeping in the joining room," Godric was unfazed by the glares that were being thrown at him.

"And how did she do that?" Stan enquired.

"She told me that there was another side where I would be forgiven by those I have killed so long as I am repentant when my time does come. When I said I was a monster, she asked if I thought her to be a monster if she didn't feel guilty over the 20 people she had killed," Godric chuckled, "As I said before, stubborn. When we were to leave, she said that if I didn't go voluntarily, she would force me to go, and I saw in her eyes that she meant every word of her threat."

Pam laughed heartily, "She's fucking scary when she wants to be."

The teenage vampire remembered what Hermione had said about his childe and grandchilde, "Eric, Pam, I hear that neither of you handled Hermione's way of travelling very well."

"God damn that girl," Eric groaned as Isabel, Stan and Godric laughed at his and Pam's discomfort.

"So you aren't going to try again?"

"No Isabel, I won't be destroying myself anytime soon."

The quintet of vampires sat in the lounge area of Eric's suite, listening as Eric and Pam told the Dallas vampires all about Hermione and her family in Bon Temps. There were a lot of laughs, plus some interested looks when they were told of Sam being a shapeshifter, Sookie a Telepath, and Remus a werewolf. Godric asked many questions about Hermione and the life she was living, how she was going living in America, if she had any plans on moving back to England.

There were only a few hours before the sun was to rise, when Godric dropped his news bomb, "I am going to resign my position as Sheriff of Area 9."

"What? Why?"

"I think that I would rather spend my time trying to find my humanity once again than policing over the vampires of Dallas."

Eric had a knowing grin on his face, "Where will you be moving?"

"I'm not sure my childe, perhaps I will come and join you in Louisiana," Godric had the look in his eyes that he would be talking to his progeny alone.

"Who will take over your position?" Stan enquired.

Turning his eyes to Isabel, the female shook her head, "No thank you Godric, I shall follow you to Louisiana."

"I understand. Stan, I will put in the recommendation that you take over my position, to King Anton. Do not make me regret my decision," the power that the ancient vampire had was evident in his warning.

"I will do your recommendation proud Godric. If you will excuse me, I would like to get home before the sun rises," with that said, Stan raced from the suite.

Knowing that her maker and Grandmaker wanted time to talk, Pam took Isabel's hand, "Come, we will make some space for you in my room."

As soon as they were alone, Eric whispered, "I was scared that you were not going to be found."

"I am sorry my childe, it took a witch to remind me of everyone on earth who cared for me and would miss me after my true death. I will make sure that it is forever in the forefront of my mind."

The younger vampire had a shit-eating grin on his face, "You are fascinated by Hermione aren't you?"

"Yes, I find myself being drawn to her as I have never been before."

"You may be my maker Godric but if you hurt her, I will gladly step aside and allow all of her friends to destroy you," the Swedish vampire threatened his maker, "Somehow Hermione has wiggled her way into the hearts of everyone she has met, and we will defend her to the death."

Placing a reassuring hand onto his childe's shoulder, Godric reassured him, "If I was to hurt her in any way, you would first have to catch me from meeting the sun."

The men sat silently for a few minutes before Eric asked, "Are you really going to come to Louisiana?"

"Oh yes, the closer I am to Hermione, the more I can learn about her. It has also been too many years since I spent an extended period with you," the Gaulish vampire admitted.

"Yes it has been, nearly 300 years, bar our stint in Germany going after Operation Werewolf operatives."

"Best not mention that piece of our history to Hermione or her werewolf friend, it my get us into hot water," feeling that the sun was nearing the horizon, "Do you think that Hermione would allow me to rest in her room?"

Eric let loose a laugh as he shook his head, "Deep down, I believe that she would even allow you to sleep beside her in the bed. I would suggest sleeping on the floor though; I've seen how she deals with those who wrong her. Good night Godric, I shall see you when you awaken."

Watching his childe walk into his room, Godric then entered Hermione's room, only to find her wide awake, leaning up against a stack of pillows, a photo album in her hands, "My apologies Hermione, I didn't know you were awake."

"It's no problem Godric, I realise that it is nearing sunrise. Would you like me to create you another bed?"

Sitting on the free side of her bed, the vampire looked at the moving photos, "I would be thankful if you were to do so. Is that you?"

Seeing the photo he was pointing to, Hermione laughed, "Yeah, I was only 12 when that was taken. The redhead is my best friend over in London, Ron Weasley, and the other boy is Harry."

"Your husband?" Godric saw the nod and studied the boy, spying the scar on his forehead, "That is the scar that my brand reminds you of?"

"Yes, it was a cursed scar that contained a connection to the monster I referenced before. Voldemort slaughtered hundreds of people personally, his followers killing even more, before Harry killed him in May this year. Voldemort killed Harry's parents and attempted to kill him when Harry was 15 months old, leaving him an orphan and with the scar that was the reservoir for a portion of the monster's soul," tentatively touching the brand, Hermione sighed, "Yours is an exact copy of Harry's, only larger."

Placing a hand over the top of the girl's, "Something could be said about the scar being in the shape it is due to the relation to the rune sowelu, or the sun."

"That's what I told Harry in our 3rd Year. He then told me that I must have been drawn to the rune," Hermione lightly gasped as a memory hit her, one she had forgotten about, "That silly bastard, he knew."

"What Hermione?" Godric asked, concerned.

Shaking her head in disbelief, "Harry went off and sacrificed himself to save the other fighters during the war. When he returned, we were all given an hour to deal with our dead, Voldemort certain that Harry was dead and wanting to draw out our despair. Harry dragged me away, and we made love, after which we spoke. He told me all about what he had found out about the other side, which was something that I found helpful sooner than I had wished.

"There's this one thing that he said just before heading off for the final confrontation. He told me that we were going to have a family but there would be another sun watching over me and our children should he not be able to. Goddamn him, he knew that he was going to die and that he would leave me with twins, he even knew about you and your brand. Why didn't he tell me?"

"Had you known he would die, what would you have done?"

Sighing, the witch answered, "I would have forced him to try another way without him needing to die."

"Exactly, which is why he didn't tell you," seeing the exhaustion brimming in her eyes, Godric gently took the album and placed it on the night stand, "You need to get some sleep, for you and your twins. If you could make that bed for me…"

"I'm not in the best mind to do it Godric, I trust you to not try anything," Hermione settled into the bed, sleeping on her side to face the vampire, "Good night Godric."

Doing the same, lying on his side to face the teen sleeping beside him, "Good night Hermione."