The next week had been interesting, to say the least. Recon, battle plans, weapons and physical training at night, work during the day. The 20 extra vampires were not happy at Hermione's rule of drinking Tru Blood only while living under her roof, but they did comply after Godric lay down the lay of the Potter House. It was arranged that Isabel, Pam and 5 of the 20 new vampires would guard Adele's home, the two women inside with the elderly woman and the three children. They had not been happy about it only because it meant leaving their mates on their own.
Their plan was easy once arranged; the 4 snipers would take down as many of the vampires as possible, while the George, Luna, and Hermione would handle the magical humans. Whatever remained would be handled by whoever was free. As soon as all the combatants were inside of Hermione's wards, she would activate them, so that none of the oblivious Muggle residents of Bon Temps heard their battle going on and get hurt intervening.
As an added piece of protection, Hermione had arranged for everyone on her side to wear a white vest, easily recognisable with the charms she placed on them, to help prevent any friendly fire casualties from happening. She also put a few protective charms on the vests, as an extra piece of security, she did not want to lose anyone she loved or who fought for her.
Finally it was time. Hermione apparated with Godric and the twins to her Gran's as soon as the sun was down, Teddy already there as it was a full moon anyway. Adele answered the door, a worried look on her face, "Are you certain you will be safe?"
"Yes Gran, we've got everything under control. Listen, Pam and Isabel will be here soon to stay with you and the kids, lest anyone breaks off in search of the defenceless people I love. I've also put 2 dozen bottles in the bag, just in case we're gone for longer than intended. Should anything happen, I need you to go with someone from the family; my house is a lot safer than this one. Will you do that?" The witch asked, wanting to make sure it was heard.
"Alright Mia but you had better come back, if only for the man you stand beside and this pair, your everything to all three," Adele hugged and kissed her granddaughter, "Kick some bad guy butt honey."
That had Hermione laughing lightly, "I will Gran."
As she and Godric walked off of the porch, Pam and Isabel appeared with the other 5 behind them for a moment before finding the perfect spots to keep watch. Both women embraced their sister and elder, and then entered the house. The Gaulish vampire could sense Hermione was concerned and stopped her for a second, "Everything will be fine."
"Then why do I have a dreading sensation in the pit of my stomach?" The brunette walked into Godric's embrace, drawing comfort from his strong cold arms, "You're right, everything will be fine. I'll be back later on to collect the twins and we can all go home together."
"That's the way. Come on, let's go do as your Gran said and kick some bad guy butt."
Shaking her head, the witch easily apparated her and Godric to the clearing. Everyone bar Tara and Remus were already there, the missing pair would arrive as soon as Remus had transformed for the night. With the moon creeping slowly up into the sky, the fighters were on full alert, any noise checked out. When Tara and a werewolf Remus walked in, they had ended up with 4 guns aimed at them, "Hey, easy, we're on your side remember?"
"Sorry"
As it was nearing midnight, Eric wandered over, "So, any idea when they are going to show up?"
"Fucking soon I hope," Hermione had not lost the sensation in her stomach that something bad was about to happen and just wanted the battle over with.
"They'll probably wait until just before sunrise, to Greyback the vampires are nothing but a powerful weapon but definitely disposable," Luna piped in from her spot.
Eric growled as he went back to his position, not a patient sort by any means. An hour passed and finally the moon was above them, when Sookie gasped, "Mia, they're close, I can hear more minds now."
"Any idea how many minds there are?" Bill questioned, he knew she couldn't read a vampire's but everything else would help.
"About 25, but most are like Remus', there are only 5 that seem completely human."
Hermione nodded, "Everyone in place, this is about to get fucking interesting, and remember; no one attack until they are all inside of the ward perimeter."
Less than a minute later, the first bodies breeched the clearing, spreading out slightly to look like a bigger army than they really were. Hermione saw a few who were human, but didn't recognise them at all, not that she really expected to be able to. Finally everyone was inside her boundary, and the witch pressed her wand to the rune stone in her pocket.
That was the starting action, because as soon as she did that, her other hand pulled the trigger on her pistol, and the head of a vampire exploded, followed quickly by the rest of him. From the trees Lafayette and his 3 comrades were easily taking down anything not wearing a white vest, or in Remus and Sam's case, had a white cross on their coat.
From the corner of her eye, Hermione saw Jason blow away a werewolf with his shotgun and was proud, and Sookie was wielding her own with ease. With a powerful blast, the wizard she was fighting was in a million different pieces, it had always fascinated her as to how well the Exploding Charm worked on human flesh.
Suddenly over the sounds of the fight, Hermione heard a scream she knew, and looked around in search of it. Being guarded over by Remus was Tara, and she had a gaping werewolf bite wound on her arm, "Tara! Are you good?"
"Yeah! Fucking arseholes!" The woman wrapped a piece of fabric around the wound before blasting away with her shotgun, taking out 2 vampires and a werewolf in a matter of seconds.
"As long as you're alright I guess," the witch muttered to herself before shooting another vampire.
Their estimations of how many vampires there would be was greatly under, or Fenrir had recruited more as he made his way to the Bayou State. They'd already destroyed about 20, and there were around 40 more to go, but they kept slogging through. Hermione's mind was on finding one specific werewolf, Fenrir Greyback, she hadn't seen him yet but knew he wouldn't be too far; he always did enjoy a blood bath.
She finally found him; he was sitting back on his haunches watching the fighting armies, but viciously growled when he saw the witch who took his balls. Hermione tutted at him, "Now Fenrir, is that any way to treat a lady? You had best realise that you won't be leaving here alive, not after everything you've put my family and friends through, here and back in the United Kingdom. Are you going to die quickly or shall we play?"
Her answer came in the form of the large wolf leaping at her, which Hermione dodged easily, shooting at his hind leg, hitting it and getting a whimper. Limping at the bullet lodged into his healing leg, Fenrir seemed to assess his options before simply going at the witch again. This time Hermione did not miss, her bullet lodging deep into the werewolf's brain, he was dead before he hit the ground.
As she began walking back into the battle, the hairs on the back of her neck prickled, someone was watching her. With her wand in one hand, gun in the other, Hermione spun around but was not quick enough to avoid the red beam heading straight at her. Just before it hit, all that was on her mind was the name she screamed out, "GODRIC!"
Godric was busy destroying a very young vampire when he heard his love calling his name in fear. Easily dispatching him, the ancient searched for Hermione, finding her at the edge of the clearing, a robed body bending over her, "HERMIONE!"
He raced over; using all the speed his age gave him, but was not fast enough to stop the two bodies' apparating away. Unfortunately for the kidnapper, Godric had seen her face, but that did not prevent his scream of utter anguish that shook the ground. The battle stopped for a split second, before everyone on Hermione's side finished off the remaining combatants and sped over to where Godric was sobbing blood tears.
Eric had never seen his maker cry before, "Godric, what is it?"
"Hermione's been taken," the teenage vampire suddenly stopped crying, wiped his face, and turned to look over the army, "They will pay with their lives."
The news that their friend had been kidnapped had everyone screaming their fury and agreement to the kidnappers' punishments. No one messed with their Hermione and lived to talk about it.