Hermione was back at work a week after giving birth, using Sam as her babysitter so that she could take the twins to work with her, not that it mattered as everyone wanted to meet the newest additions to Bon Temps. Because they would have gone nutty just staying at Hermione's, and knowing no one in America, George and Luna had asked Sam and Eric, respectively, for jobs. So George became a bartender at Merlotte's and Luna took over Hermione's job at Fangtasia, perfectly capable of doing the tasks asked of her.

"George, if I have to beat you over the fucking head I will! Stop flirting with Lafayette and pour me that pitcher of beer I asked for 10 minutes ago!" Hermione called out, seeing that the redhead was leaning into the kitchen for the millionth time that day.

The wizard groaned and went at it, passing over the beer, "Sorry Mione."

Reaching over, Hermione whacked her friend across the back of the head, "Fill your orders, finish your shift, then find a nice tree and fuck each other's brains out. But only after the shift is over, okay?"

"Right," George had a huge grin on his face, Lafayette was the first gay man he had met who knew what he was already, and he didn't have to lie to.

Placing the pitcher on the table that held her cousin and his mates, the witch ruffled both Jason and Hoyt Fortenberry's hair, "Here you are boys."

"Mia, we're older than you, stop doing that to us," Jason whined, not acting at all his actual age.

"Nope"

Every couple hours the monitoring charms she had over the twins would go off, making Hermione pass her section over to Arlene or Sookie, whoever was least busy at the time. She was feeding Romulus right at the moment, when the door opened and Sam walked in, "Oh god, can't you put on a nursing cover Mia? I really don't need to see my little sister's breasts."

"Then don't look big brother," the witch joked before placed her burping towel across her chest, "So how many weapons have you procured?"

Going over the list, Sam added them up, "I've got 6 shotguns, 4 pistols, and even the sniper rifle Lafayette wants, fuck only knows why. You sure I only need one of each bullet?"

Hermione nodded, moving her son up to burp him, "Yes, I can duplicate them to give us a larger supply of ammunition, we won't run out while out there hopefully."

"Yeah, hopefully," the shapeshifter looked in on an awake Kendra and grimaced as his sensitive sense picked up her need for a change, "Diaper bag?"

"On the chair," clearing off Sam's desk, Hermione deftly changed Romulus' diaper as Sam changed Kendra's, and banished both dirty diapers away, "There we go, all fed and clean. Don't Mummy and Uncle Sam take care of you so well?"

"Any word from the local Ministry about their arrival or about numbers?"

The witch slumped in her seat, "They picked up Greyback's signature in Salem but lost him before they could get there. They know he's got at least 20 werewolves, and a couple dozen vampires, as well as one or two wizards. Now out of them, the Ministry believes that only 10 are magical, the rest are Muggles who were bitten and changed, which means we're in luck. It also means that he will strike at night and probably on the next full moon, get more bang for his buck that way, so we have a week if he is to hit the absolute next full moon."

"Is there any way to round them up and have them fight us in the clearing near the swamp? It would mean less chance of anyone getting hurt."

"We can only hope that he tracks Remus down, so we're all going to waiting there just after nightfall," Hermione kissed her babies before moving towards the door, "Better get back to work, my boss can be a real arsehole if I'm away from my section too long."

Sam laughed heartily, "Get out of here."

That night, while the twins, Teddy, and half a dozen bottles of breast milk were at Adele's, 14 figures walked into the large field in Bon Temps. Hermione popped around the perimeter, placing rune covered stones at specific spots, the master one in her shirt pocket. Returning to the group, everyone saw she looked very much like a warrior and not their sister/daughter/love, "Alright, we have numbers of close to 50 attackers, and that number could increase in the next week. Now only a few of them are going to be magic practitioners, the rest are Muggles who were changed into vampires and werewolves. They are all here to kill, so we must all fight to kill, no other options. Is that clear?"

"Yes," everyone nodded.

"The guns Sam is about to hand out, which he so wonderfully obtained, are NOT to be touched by any of you who are vampires, they contain silver bullets and pellets in the shotguns. You will all be using the weapons you have acquired as they will not be harmful to you to use," Hermione grabbed one of the 9mm Heckler & Koch USP Experts, "I've put up wards that surround the area, so Detective Bellefleur won't be interrupting us. Let's practice."

With a wave of her wand, 14 targets appeared 70 feet away and just as quickly as her wand was drawn; Hermione took her stance and began firing, hitting the target each time. Her family was amazed at how easily she could shoot, and after she had emptied her magazine, the witch turned to look at them.

Jason was the one to ask, "How the fucking hell did you learn to shoot like that?"

"I don't have to tell you that my mother was a native Louisianan, and she loved her guns, so brought me up to shoot. I've not done it in a while though; I used to get great group shots. Oh well, come on and join me," that was all the encouragement needed before everyone began making a racket.

When their ammunition was running low, after about an hour of consistent shooting, everyone sat in a circle to talk and plan. Lafayette pointed over at a rugged looking tree with not many leaves, "I'll be there, take those mother fuckers down one by one."

"Good. Now Sam and Remus will only be joining us as their animal forms, it will be a full moon after all. What are your plans towards which form you take Sam?"

"Figured I should go as something strong and fast, so I'll be spending my night as a leopard, not so fast but definitely stronger than a cheetah, tear into those bastards."

Remus sighed heavily, "I'll have to take my Wolfsbane potion, otherwise you won't be able to stop me from simply attacking the rest of you, but that should not affect my ability to kill my share."

The brunette nodded, "And on that note, if you get bitten by a werewolf, unless you are going to die, keep on fighting, there is nothing to stop the infection spreading. Just try not to be bit, okay?"

"Are the kids staying with your Gran?" Luna asked from beside Eric.

"Yeah, we've explained what's happening, and she has agreed to let the 4 of us put wards around her home to prevent them going after our kids. I'd love to keep someone there to keep watch, but we just don't have enough fighters."

"Well then, I guess we came at the right time," a recognisable Texan drawl said from the tree line. Walking out came 20 vampires, all being led by Stan, "Heard ya'll had a pesky problem so came to help, and brought along a few friends."

The 14 that were sitting quickly got up and shook hands with the new arrivals, Hermione smiling thankfully at the Sheriff, "Now which of my family was it that ratted out the problem?"

Stan wagged an eyebrow, "I'll never tell you that it was Eric."

"STAN!" Came the pissed off yell from the Swedish vampire.

"Doesn't matter, we can use all the help we can get. How many of your people have guns or have dealt with werewolves?"

"Most for both but we can all fire the core from an apple at 100 yards. Even got a few former marksmen here to lend a hand."

Hermione laughed happily, "Send them over to Lafayette, he'll strategize with them. As for the rest of you, do you plan on hanging around until the full moon or just arrive when its time?"

"I'd heard that you were running a vampire hostel out of your home," the tall Texan hinted to, "Different birdie this time."

The witch rolled her eyes, "Sure, I'll make you up some coffins to sleep in. Godric"

Godric was by her side in a second, "Stan, the King has been very pleased with your job as Sheriff."

"I've did say I would not let you down"

"Any way, Godric do you think we have enough room for 20 coffins in the basement?"

The ancient vampire thought, "We should have. I can get George, Luna and Remus onto it while we go collect the twins and Teddy."

That made the witch smile widely, "Okay. Stan, have your people follow the mob, they call allow you access to the house and make up your sleeping area for the next week. It will be a pleasure to fight alongside you."

"And you," Stan lift his hat before whistling loudly, "Alright, follow the Louisianans."

After they'd all left, Hermione groaned, "Bloody hell, this can only be bad for my poor house."

Wrapping an arm around the shorter teen, Godric chortled, "Oh it won't be that bad, and this way we can have a few people watching over Adele's home."

"There is that," Hermione then placed her hands around the vampire's neck bringing him down for a kiss as they apparated away.