Imprinting the Wand Wavers

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CHAPTER 01:

"Forks!" grumbled Draco and Ron together making their other two companions sigh audibly.

"What's next? Spoons?" Draco drawled in his usual bored tone.

"What does the Order think we'll find in here?" Ron continued with his grumbling.

"Safety and aid Ron," muttered Harry. "You were there for the briefing or have you forgotten all about it already?"

"He was probably eyeing the breakfast spread while Shacklebolt was speaking," Draco snorted.

Right on cue, Ron's stomach made a loud hungry grumble making others snigger.

"Oh honestly, Ronald! Is it always about food with you?" Hermione spat out angrily. She was absolutely at the end of her teethers! It had been a month and a half or this nomadic wandering and she was pissed. All she wanted now was a hot bath, a good book, and a soft bed, in that order.

For the umpteenth time that day Hermione sighed again and reined in her temper, instead opting to ignore the three boys who continued with their less than entertaining tattling while she looked around the small town as they made their way as discreetly as they could towards the woods surrounding the main town area, all the while Hermione thought back over the past two months of her life.

The Battle of Hogwarts had been won by the light. The Order members were amazingly trained by Mad-Eye Moody first and Kingsley Shacklebolt after him. They had managed to kill or capture most Death Eaters, with only nine of the inner circle escaping the Order's arrest, and the dark had suffered higher losses than the light. While she still grieved the losses of her friends like Tonks and Remus, little Collin and even felt sad for now very scarred and slightly lupine Lavender, Hermione was happy they had been able to save most others, Fred being the topmost one on the list.

She didn't even want to think what George and the Weasleys would be like without him; and not just them too, she was pretty sure that whole of Wizarding Britain if not the whole of Wizarding Europe would grieve the loss of one half of the dynamic prankster duo that had made the world smile even under Voldemort's rule. Those two were the best set of out-of-box igneous and now that they weren't testing their products on unsuspecting juniors, Hermione had gotten into being one of their biggest and loudest admirers. She now had no qualms about either praising their products volubly or about suggesting ways to rectify errors or even throwing in a few new prank product ideas, depending on the needs of the situation. She only drew a line on actually testing the products for the first time, something the twins promised her they always did on themselves first. Hermione, however, was not yet ready for that risk.

They were now entrusted with just one task – capturing the remaining death eaters and if they could round up any Dark Lord sympathizers while they were at it, the better. Only Molly had sternly interjected for their safety and hence they were now moving around the globe trying to find more supporters around it, to keep more eyes open and on the look-out for any dark wizards on the loose. They had spent the past two months traveling and garnering important allies in the magical world and that was what had got them here, to Forks, Washington State, USA. A coven of vampires was supposed to be living here, and while their numbers were not too staggering, just a meager seven actually; they were believed to be gifted in ways the Order coveted and the assembled party of four had been asked to enlist them as aids, at whatever cost, Kingsley had instructed.

Hermione fleetingly glanced at her companions and snorted mentally at their rag-tag party. While seeing Harry and Ron with her wasn't really a biggie, honestly, the way things had been since the time she entered the magical world when she was 11, one would think the three were joined at the hip or something with a very strong sticking charm. Then she glanced at the last of the three boys, now he, she thought was an astounding addition, astounding of course being the mildest word she could think of just then.

Draco Malfoy, the heir apparent to the richest aristocratic family in Wizarding Europe, had been added to the Golden Trio's tours, much to everyone's chagrin. But again, he had played a key role, albeit inadvertently, when he refused to give the trio's identities away and then his mother had lied to the Dark Lord and kept Harry alive. These actions had earned him Harry's and Hermione's trust and when he had nervously approached the Order to offer his help, both Harry and Hermione had vouched for him without a second thought and added him to their group earning Ron's infamous ire. But after the first two weeks of travel even Ron had begrudgingly agreed that having Draco around had its uses. Not only were they traveling in more comfort, but they also gained access to various places thanks to his money and the trio's fame and where neither of that worked, but his notoriety also got the job done! His cunning and astute reading of situations had already saved their necks more times than Hermione would like to admit; and while the three Gryffindors were high on recklessness and a good disregard for self-preservation, he brought in the much needed sly planning into the mix making them almost invincible.

They were good together, Hermione nodded absentmindedly when asked about the camping place and the boys started setting up the tent. Draco worked on the protection charms, Harry on the concealment charms and Ron on the tent, leaving Hermione to scout the area around their to-be encampment. Nodding again, Hermione started walking through the woods, looking around while continuing with her inner musings.

Yes, we all do work well together, she conceded at last. And the even number always left her with a partner. Unlike earlier when Harry and Ron would talk quidditch or play wizarding chess, neither being an activity that interested Hermione, she now had someone to talk books and run theories with. While she was awarded the title of being the brightest witch of their age, Draco undoubtedly was the brightest wizard and talks with him were always intellectually stimulating when he wasn't being a total ass, that is. Even their verbal sparring left Hermione satisfied and waiting for round two. She smirked, who would've thought the Slytherin Prince and the Gryffindor Muggle-born would end up being friends? But friends they were and she knew she could now count on him as much as she could on Ron and Harry.

How times change, Hermione sighed and turned to her left when she heard a light snapping of a dry twig, coming face-to-face with the largest wolf she had ever seen in her life.

"Woah!" she gasped. "Aren't you big! What do you feed on Wolfie?"