Hermione awoke the next morning with a splitting headache. Without opening her eyes, she went over everything she could remember, ending with the stunning spell that hit her from the dark trees. Opening her eyes instantly, the witch found herself in a cell, still dressed in the clothes she had been wearing for the battle. Checking herself over, she sighed at not finding her wand, hoping that it was left in the clearing and not taken by her kidnappers.
Tentatively standing, she examined the cell that she was being held prisoner in. It looked very similar to what was in the Malfoy Manor, but that was probably just because all cells were made to look the same. Finding nothing that could help at the moment, Hermione went back to sit against the wall, and test to see if there were any wards in place. Very adept at wandless magic, she found that there were no magic suppression wards as she could levitate a rock in her palm. Unable to apparate without her wand, her next best chance was to try and Portkey out, which was a problem as the brunette wasn't the best at creating Portkeys wandless.
Before she could try though, a door opened, spilling light into the dungeon. When used to the light once more, Hermione was both shocked and pissed off at what she saw, "Molly?"
Molly Weasley was walking down towards her, a tray in her hands, "Good to see you again Hermione, it seems that Louisiana has done wonders for you. Too bad you had to go mess up my big plans."
"What plans Molly? How are you even in America?"
"I had help from a friend with a mutual interest. As for my plans, they were simple. Harry was to marry my Ginny, and you were to marry Ronnie. But no, you had to make Harry fall in love with you, and then he dies before seeing the error of his ways. It is your fault my family is falling apart, and for that, you will pay," the redhead witch placed the tray on the floor, "Your lunch, eat up, we wouldn't want you to get weak now."
Hermione knew she was in trouble; Molly had finally flipped her lid, but also didn't have enough brain cells to cover a pinhead. She in the guise of getting her tray, she locked eyes with the older witch and dove in, not caring if it hurt her or not. As Molly screamed silently, Hermione didn't want her to alert anyone, the teenager swept through every recent memory she could find, before coming across one that interested her.
Molly had come to Louisiana and found Queen Sophie-Anne Leclerq, presenting her with the offer of a witch all of her own. To do that though, she had told the Queen of Louisiana that she would need to break Fenrir out, and give him as many vampires as he needed. But it was on the edge of one memory that Hermione found her chance of freedom. Standing as one of the Queen's workers, was none other than the vampire she had saved all those years ago.
"Laurent," Hermione breathed out before going out of Molly's mind. As soon as she was out, the brunette wiped her memories of the meeting, and also planted a false memory that she needed to have Laurent guard the prisoner this evening.
Molly's eyes unglazed and were instantly filled with hatred, "It's your own doing Mudblood."
"Whatever Molly," Hermione went back into her corner and got settled in to wait out the light of day.
In Bon Temps all non-vampires were worrying. Luna had given Remus a Sleeping Draught because he was about ready to kill himself over both Hermione's taking and Tara getting bitten during the fight. The woman had gone to lay with him, not trusting that the potion would really help. George was being comforted by Lafayette, he wasn't as bad as Remus but that was only thanks to the Calming Draught that went into everyone's morning drinks.
"Does anyone know who could have taken her?" Sookie asked from her seat.
"Godric said he got a glimpse but then sped off the get Kendra and Romulus. We should be thankful that he got her wand, had she lost another one, Mione would be pissed beyond belief," George muttered.
Jason kicked the armchair he had previously been sitting in, "We can't just stand here and wait for dark. Who knows what they could be doing to Mia."
"Boyfriend, sit the fuck down," Lafayette ordered, "Mia is a strong bitch and there ain't no chance we're heading off without a fucking clue as to where to look and without her helping of man meat."
"Lafayette's right, for all we know Mia's in another state or even country by now. We have to wait for Godric to tell us what he saw or we'll be chasing our own tails," Sam stated from his chair, he wasn't even concerned with opening his bar at the moment, his little sister was missing.
"I think she's still in Louisiana," Luna theorised before going more in-depth at the questioning looks, "George and I tried to track the person's magic and whoever it was isn't magically powerful enough to get far without needing a rest. If she was taken on orders from someone else, there are many other people out there who could have apparated her straight to Columbia, where their International Portkey laws are very lax. She's in Louisiana."
Adele, who had been listening in as she fed the twins, asked, "Were you familiar with the magical signature?"
Both Brits nodded, "We have been near the person when they've cast magic but that could be hundreds if not thousands of people. And by the time we got to it, the trail was too weak to completely trace. Our hope now is Godric."
As night fell over the home of the Queen of Louisiana, Hermione kept a careful eye on the dungeon doors. The second they opened, she was on her feet to see if it was her old friend. In the blink of an eye the tall dark skinned vampire was in front of her cell, "Hermione?"
"Oh thank god. Laurent, I need your help."
"You are the witch that the Queen has captured? I did not know," the vampire was upset with himself.
Hermione ran over and captured his hands with hers, "Laurent, this is not the time to be sad. I need your help my friend and you are my only option. Please."
Looking around him, Laurent leaned in and asked, "What is it?"
"Go to Bon Temps, I have a home there. You must talk to Godric and tell him that I am a prisoner of the Queen. When he comes, tell him to have a wand for me, I have a bone to pick," the brunette growled, "Be as fast as you can be."
"Bien sûr mon sauveur," placing a chaste kiss on their joined hands, Laurent sped away, leaving Hermione hoping that he was not caught.
Godric was already awake when he felt the sun go down, and immediately woke the other vampires in the basement rooms. The first thing he did when on the ground floor was check on the twins, picking them both up carefully, and holding them close, "I'll bring your mother home tonight, I swear it."
Kissing both, he put them back in their swinging bassinettes, which were sat next to Adele's chair, "You're a very good father to them. Don't be a liar."
"I have no intention of that Ms Stackhouse," Godric said with certainty, placing a hand on her shoulder before facing the others, "Everyone sit."
They all did so, except the 10 vampires who were currently out patrolling the property line. The oldest vampire began to pace as a nervous habit he had kept on from when he was human, "George, you have a photo of your family?"
"Yes but…" seeing the look, he removed the wizard photo from his wallet, passing it to the vampire, who nodded and handed it back, "Did a Weasley take Mione?"
"I saw your mother apparate with Hermione last night. What would she be doing in America?"
The redhead was both stunned and furious, "I didn't know she was but she's blamed everything bad happening on Mione. See Molly wanted Gin to marry Harry and Mione to marry Ron, but when Harry and Mione fell in love, she was furious, more so when he died before she could dose him with Love Potion. So she's blamed everything on Mione, my and Charlie being gay, Fred dying, Bill marrying a Veela, Ginny engaged to Neville, and more recently, Dad about to divorce her."
"She came all the way over here to get revenge on Mia just because she fell in love? That's fucked up even to a vampire," Eric commented.
"Well she is fucked up. And it would explain the signature being familiar," Luna put in, "Molly has to be the weakest witch I know, outside of household charms and her Love Potions. Mione is definitely still in Louisiana."
"Still, Louisiana is a large state and we would spend weeks searching every hiding place for her, even with our magic to assist. We really need to know where Molly took her, and no offence George, kill the bitch and everyone who tries to stop us," Remus growled viciously, he wanted whoever had his daughter to pay with their lives.
Pam sped out of the room then, returning with a blown-up map of the Bayou State, "Any ideas people?"
The group made suggestions, not all of them believing that Molly took her for herself, that she was hired to kidnap Hermione. After an hour of suggestions the guards outside began to make a noise, prompting all but the other guards to run outside. On the front lawn there was a dark skinned vampire being held by 3 others. Godric approached, "Who are you?"
"I'm Laurent and I'm here to deliver a message from Hermione," the vampire might have been older than those holding him but he still was no match when there was more than one.
"Let him loose, he's the vampire Mione saved in France," Remus ordered.
Once free, Laurent stood straight and bowed in front of his elders, but they were too anxious, "What is the message?"
"Hermione is being held by Queen Sophie-Anne in her home in New Orleans. She said to come get her but Godric had best have her wand, she has a bone to pick, most likely with the redhead witch."
Luna stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder, "To help Mione, I need you to think about the outside of the Queen's home."
The Creole vampire did so and was not surprised when his memories were looked over in great detail. When he felt the blonde pull out, he said, "I must be off, the Queen will be looking for me and if I am found here, Hermione's life will be in danger more than it already is. Bonne nuit."
With a plan in her mind, the short witch turned and began making orders, "The 10 guards are to remain, in case anyone sees our leaving as free reign to attack. Godric, get Mione's wand; I need a length of rope to transport us all, so someone get that; George, Remus, collect our potions in case our sister is injured and needs help. Everyone else; be ready to go into a battle for the second night running."
"You heard her, move it!" Eric exclaimed, making everyone leave at a run.
In less than 10 minutes everyone was ready, guns were reloaded and vests on as they were the previous night. Luna easily made a Portkey, and handed the rope around, "When we arrive, we kill everyone who gets in the way."
"Leave the redheads alive; they're mine and Hermione's," Godric ordered his people, getting nods.
The diminutive witch tapped her wand against the rope and the small army was off to rescue their sister.