Chapter 8

Seattle

Harry was a nervous wreck. The hunt for Fenrir Greyback had been dragging on for days now. They had visited the village where Greyback had been seen, sniffed around for about two days until finding his tracks in the woods three hours away from the village. They scouted the woods all day before finally finding him just before midnight.

He was resting, sound asleep in a hammock hanging between two tall trees.

The Aurors were tired and sleep-deprived, yet they still decided to seize their chance.

"Tonight is a full moon." Luthor Goodwin, the senior Aurors said quietly to the group. "Our objective is to catch him before then."

They all nodded in agreement. It was only minutes away from midnight. They would have to move really quick.

The twelve Aurors split into two groups and circled the woods from east and west to surround Greyback. They move as quietly and quickly as possible, Greyback showing no sign of waking up. For a second, Harry believed everything would go smoothly.

But suddenly the wind blew from behind, driving their scent directly towards the sleeping werewolf.

Fenrir Greyback rose from his hammock, baring his teeth. He quickly discovered the Aurors surrounding him.

"Damn it! Capture him!" Luthor yelled, losing all composure. "Stupefy!"

The rest followed suit, raising their wands and throwing spells at the werewolf.

Greyback took off running deeper into the woods as he dodged the spells with stealth one hadn't expected from a man of his size.

"Follow him!" Luthor bellowed leading the charges. Harry and Ron hot on his trail.

Harry was surprised when Ron ran past him and Luthor, quicker than Harry had ever seen before all the while firing three non-verbal spells in quick succession. The first two missed, hitting trees creating little sparks of fire before it burned out. But the last one hit Greyback right in the back. The werewolf roared in pain as he fell facedown to the ground.

"Weasley." Luthor and Harry finally caught up to Ron, smacking him lightly on the shoulder. "Nice job."

"Yeah, nice job, Ron." Harry said.

Ron grinned at him in a mischievous way that Harry had never seen before.

"Alright, let's bring him in."

The Aurors made their way to the unconscious figure. But before they could reach him, Fenrir's body started to shake and twitch.

Harry looked up, the bright light of the full moon peeking through the tree leaves. "Merlin beard!" They were too late.

Fenrir's body lengthened and his shoulder widened until his clothes ripped off his body. Sharp claws grew from his paws as he craned his neck and howled. The man who had looked like a beast now truly was one.

He stood up so fast and leaped at Ron who stood directly in front of him.

Harry's brain was slow to process all of the events. It all seemed like a slow-moving film. The first second Fenrir Greyback was on the ground and the next he was on top of Ron, his razor-like teeth sinking into Ron's neck.

"AARGHHHH!"

His best friend's cry of pain finally snapped him back to reality.

"Ron!"

Rays of spells hit Greyback again, throwing him off Ron. The werewolf licked his bloodied mouth, flashing an evil grin at Harry before running fast on all four away from them and into the darkness of the wood.

Harry rushed to Ron while the other chased Greyback.

"Ron! Merlin, are you okay?!"

That was a stupid question. Ron was not good. He was grunting in pain, his breath was heavy and labored. His pale face and most of his upper body were covered with sweat and blood. His flesh exposed from the wound on his neck.

Merlin's beard!

Panic struck through Harry like the cruciatus curse. He couldn't remember a single thing he learned from the emergency aid class he took just a week ago. He felt lost and clueless as his best friend lay there bleeding.

"Let me handle this, Potter."

Luckily one of the Aurors came back. Patricia Higgins, who was very proficient in healing.

Patrician dropped to her knees beside Ron. Rolling up her sleeves, she inspected Ron's wound.

"Damn it." She grabbed a small pouch, pointing her wands at it. "Accio Silver Powder! Accio Dittany!" Two small bottles shoot up from the bag into Patricia's hands. She opened them and began applying them quickly to Ron's wound, not bothering to be gentle.

Ron's flesh tightened and the bleeding finally stopped after a minute or two.

"We lost him!" He heard Luthor's loud voice as the senior Aurors and the rest of the team made their way back to Harry. "We lost Greyback again! Damn it!" He kicked the leaves at his feet angrily. But Harry couldn't care less about that at the moment. His attention was fixed on Ron.

"He's going to be okay, right?" Fear and concern mixed in his tone, his hand was shaking.

"He'll live." Patricia said with a somber face. "But I don't know if he'll be alright."

Swallowing, he asked, "Y-you mean, he'll turn into…"

"Yes."

Harry felt like someone had just squeezed the air out of his lungs. "Please God, no."

"Wait, Potter. Something happening." Patricia's voice caught his and the rest of the group's attention as they all turned toward Ron's limp body.

He's changing. But not in a way they had expected. His body shrank a few centimeters, his shoulder widened and his facial features shifted and changed, until it was no longer Ron Weasley who lied there, but his brother, George Weasley.

A huge groan escaped as she threw herself onto her bed. Jacob's confession had sent a thrill through her heart, but her head –her stupid brainy head- wouldn't let her forget the fact that she already had Ron. The loyal, brave and funny guy she had fallen in love with.

The man who still hasn't returned any of her letters.

Jacob being the gentleman that he was, had not push her. He had let go of their embrace and offered to take her home. He was clearly aware of the doubt and uncertainty in her despite the fact that she too had just confessed an attraction to him.

Was it only an attraction though? Was her heart beating so fast every time she saw him only because she was attracted to him? Was Jacob on her mind almost all of the time only because she was attracted to him? Did she agree to ride on his bike, let him take her to the middle of nowhere –something she certainly wouldn't have done with Ron- only because she was attracted to him?

Sitting up, clutching the fabric on her chest, she felt her heart beating wildly again at the thought of what could be between her and Jacob if Ron wasn't in the picture. She felt heartless for thinking like this, but surprisingly no regrets.

Whatever it was going on between her and Jacob, it was strong, intense and very exciting. Something she never thought she could feel for someone she had met not so long ago. Hell, it took her almost four years of knowing Ronald Weasley before she started developing a crush on him. And even then, it wasn't like this.

She really needed to talk to Ron very soon.

Glancing at her wristwatch she found that it was barely five pm.

She was kind of disappointed that her outing with Jacob ended up being really short but it was the right thing to do until she sorted out her situation.

She had another thing she needed to prepare anyway. Tonight, she was supposed to meet the Cullens. Being her mothers' daughter, she was determined not to show up empty-handed, especially if she wanted to make a good impression.

But what kind of gift are you supposed to bring for a coven of vegetarian vampires? Back in London, she and her mom used to bake brownies and cheesecakes to greet new neighbors, but she doubted the Cullens would have any use of baked goods.

There was only one place she could find a perfect gift for the Cullens and she needed someone to take her there.

How fast can you drive to Seattle?

Edward frowned at his cellphone. The last time he saw Hermione, she was getting on the werewolf's stupid bike. And now suddenly she texted him this.

Why? He texted back.

Why can't you just give me a straight answer? The corners of his lips tugged upward. He could practically feel her eyes-rolling.

Do you know how to use emoji? And to answer your question, I can get you there in over 2 and a half hours. He loved to drive fast after all.

I know how to use emoji. This time she did use the eye roll emoji and that made him snickered. Now that wasn't so hard is it? Can you drive me there?

Now?

Yes. I need to get something for your family.

You don't have to get us anything.

That's not how I was raised. I'm getting your family something and there's nothing you can do about it. That text came with a yellowface blowing steam from it's nose. His phone pinged again, notifying a second text.

You know what, nevermind. I'll find another way.

Somehow the implication of that 'another way' being Jacob didn't sit right with him. He didn't trust the werewolf.

I'll drive you. He typed in record time.

Really?

Yeah. You're at home?

Yes.

Be ready in five.

Thank you, Edward. Smile emoji.

He replied with another smile emoji.

The feminine laughters coming from upstairs reminded him that Bella was still in his house. She had been acting really possessive with him all day but sometimes she would also shot him a really mean mug. Alice offered to take her mind off it by having a dress-up party in her room. Usually she hated it, but at least now she sounded like she was having fun. She must've been really stressed out if she enjoyed letting Alice dress her up.

He made his way to Alice's room and knocked.

Alice appeared behind the door in a long black ball gown.

"We're playing princess." She explained.

"What are you five?" He teased and Alice replied by sticking out her tongue.

"Whatever it's fun." She moved from the door to reveal Bella sitting on her bed. She was wearing a puffy pink one.

"You look beautiful." He said, squeezing her side and kissing her brow.

"Thanks." She blushed.

"Hey, we're having fun here. No men allowed." Alice chided, hand on her hip.

"I'll leave you ladies to it. I just want to say I'll be out for a while. Can you take Bella home?"

"Sure." Alice nodded.

"Where are you going?" Bella asked, narrowing her eyes. She looked so much prettier with a smile, Edward thought. But the suspicious face had been her trademark all day.

"Just stuff."

"What the hell does that mean?"

Edward shot a pleading look at Alice.

Taking the hint, Alice hooked her arms through Bella's. "Hey, why don't we go to that new tea place that just opened up. We could wear my cocktail dresses and pretend to be grown ups."

Bella looked at both of the vampires with a tightness in her expression. "What is going on here?"

"Nothing is going on Bella." He rubbed his neck. The guilt of lying and hiding stuff from his girlfriend made him tense up.

Bella turned to Alice, eyes bearing into her as though trying to wear her down to a confession. But Alice was as cool as a cucumber.

"So what do you say about the tea place?" She smiled like nothing was wrong.

Bella huffed, crossing her arms. "Fine, let's get the damn tea." She turned to Edward with ice in her eyes. "But after all the shit we've been through. I hope you know what the hell you are doing, Edward."

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked.

Edward had been silent the whole time since picking her up and drove like a maniac. He did promise her a less than three hours' drive after all so she shouldn't complain about the speed he was going. What she had a problem with was the fact that his mind didn't seem to be there. Which could possibly cause them to end up in a car crash. Edward would have no problem, he was immortal. Hermione on the other hand could still die a painful death.

"It's Bella." He said.

Her stomach twisted. So that was true, the feeling that she had back in the parking lot. "It is because of me isn't it?"

"She had a feeling we were hiding something."

She bit her lip as she considered the situation. She didn't want their relationship to go back into the hatred zone. Not after so much connection and progress they made. And she certainly didn't want to destroy Edward and Isabella's relationship. The only solution she could think of was to tell her the truth.

"I've been thinking about telling her and Charlie. You know, about me."

"You don't have to do it for me, Hermione. Bella and I, we've been through a lot. We can get through this."

She was touched that Edward was willing to keep her secret. Even though it was clearly driving his relationship and Isabella to the ground.

"No really. I think I can tell them." She insisted. "There is a law in my community where Muggles are allowed the knowledge of our existence if they're family. When I was first inducted into the wizarding world, a ministry worker came in and explained everything to my parents. They thought it was a joke at first."

Edward nodded, listening closely.

"I'm not sure about the laws here in America. And I'm not sure if they would let me given we only recently reconnected. But I want to try. I want them to be a part of my world."

Something flashed in Edward's eyes. A mixture of admiration, relief and encouragement. The side of his lips quirked up.

"Well good for you then, Mrs. Granger. You have my approval."

"Thank you for your approval, Mr. Cullen." She said mockingly but couldn't help but smile. "Now can you please return your attention to the street. Some of us can still die."

"With pleasure."

And with that the silver Volvo gained speed.

She was pale when Edward finally turned off the engine in front of a dingy little bar she typed on his GPS. A crooked sign in the front spelled Twigs and Vines. The letters looked like it was made out of twigs knotted together with vines. Very creative, he thought.

Then he turned to Hermione's white face and shaky forms. "You alright there?"

She looked at him with horror and disbelief. "Who drives like that?"

Edward shrugged. "Hey, we made it didn't we?"

Hermione mumbled a lot of what he assumed must be cursed words under her breath as her shaky hands fumbled with her seatbelt.

"Oh, come on. I'm sorry alright."

"That apology would be a lot more convincing if you weren't laughing at me." She scowled.

"I'm not laughing at you." He said, though he clearly was. The face she made was just too funny.

Her nostrils flared and her arm muscles flexed like she was preparing to beat the crap out of him. In the end she got out of the car with no words and slammed the door hard.

"Hey, I really am sorry." Edward followed her. "I'll try to be careful on the way home." Tugging her hand to stop her, Edward tried to look sincerely apologetic, although he was sure she could still see the amusement in his eyes. "Forgive me?"

She exhaled loudly before meeting his eyes. "Fine. I guess, I'm sorry too. I should be thanking you for taking me on such short notice. It's just that, I've ridden a freaking dragon and then jumped straight into an ice-cold lake, Edward Cullen. But somehow driving with you was way scarier."

"Dragon? They're real?" His eyes widened. But then he remembered the rest of her sentence and suddenly grinned. "You know that's the first time you've complimented me."

"When did I compliment you?"

"You said I'm more dangerous than a dragon."

"That wasn't a compliment." Her voice reached a higher octave.

"I'll take it as one."

She scoffed but her lips curled upward and she let out an adorable chuckle. "Suit yourself. Let's go."

They walked side by side through the dark and empty parking space in front of the bar.

"So what kind of present are you thinking? Booze? Pretzel chip?"

A mysterious smile ghosted her lip. "You mock, but just you wait." She winked.

He doubted she meant any of it to be a flirtatious act, but he couldn't help feeling a little tingle in his chest. Clearing his throat, he tried to look elsewhere than at Hermione.

"Oh right, before we go in." She grabbed his arm and pulled him away to the side of the building where there was a small gap of an alley between the bar and the empty dilapidated building next to it.

"You know somehow I think you enjoy dragging me into dark eerie places. You really are determined to kill me aren't you?" He joked.

"Oh, haha." She laughed sarcastically. "Just be quiet, please."

Edward merely nodded as she pulled out what looked like a twig from inside her coat.

"Is that-"

She raised a finger to her lips, gesturing him to be quiet. Edward swallowed his question. He thought only witches in films used wands, apparently the real ones did too.

Hermione raised her wand, pointing it at him. "Colovaria."

For a second there Edward was afraid that his joke was true. That Hermione did intend to kill him. After a few seconds passed and he didn't feel anything weird, he relaxed.

"What did you do to me?" He asked, patting his whole body down trying to find something different.

She flashed him a coy smile that made him nervous.

"Granger?"

Her smile grew wider. "Come here." She pulled him again, leaving the dark alley behind and into the single working street light near the pavement. She then reached into her purse and pulled out a compact powder box with a small mirror in it. "See for yourself."

With a scrunched forehead, he took the compact and looked into the mirror. His eyes widened the moment he saw his reflection. His face, his complexion… He didn't look like a chalky pale human –as Hermione so lovingly put yesterday- He looked like a California surfer. He looked… human.

"W-what did you… h-how did you?" He sounded like an idiot. But could she blame him? He was surprised, amazed and most of all nostalgic. He wasn't quite this tan when he was a human, but still it reminded him of his mortal days.

"A simple color-changing charm. It'll last about two to three hours but that should suffice. Now come on." She tipped her head towards the bar and waltz to it.

Edward closed the compact and caught the sight of his arms which had also turned tan.

"You're like a portable vampire tanning bed." He said as he caught up to Hermione, giving her the compact back.

"Oh Edward. You always know how to make a girl feel special." She mocked, remembering he said the same thing about her yesterday.

"Don't I?" He snickered and she rolled her eyes at him again though with a smile on her lips. Edward noticed she did that a lot around him.

Through the dark window and the eerily silent place, Edward thought the place was closed. They stopped in front of the small iron door with rust coating the entire surface. There was a slat in the middle and when Hermione pulled the chain of the hanging doorbell next to it three times, a pair of black eyes appeared through the slat.

The eyes peered at Hermione then at him with a cautious look. "Show me your twigs and vines."

Hermione pulled her wand again. The eyes nodded in satisfaction then turned expectantly at Edward.

"He doesn't have one." She said. "He's a Muggle. Ah, excuse me, I mean a No-Maj."

"Muggle? You Hermione Granger?" The eye's voice suddenly turned softer.

Hermione nodded.

"We've been expecting you." The eyes disappeared, a sound clicked and the door swung open. Standing behind it was a short round man with balding gray hair and a bushy mustache.

Edward rose a brow at his clothes. He wore what appears to be some sort of robe. It was long, chocolate and looked old.

"Miss Granger. It's an honor to finally meet you." He shook Hermione's hand with such enthusiasm, like he was meeting the president or something. "My name is Phillip Hannon, but please call me Phil."

"It's nice to meet you, Phil. Thank you so much for replying to my letter so fast. I hope I haven't inconvenienced you."

"Oh, no, not at all Miss Granger." He waved dismissively. "It's an honor to have Hermione Granger visit my humble establishment."

Hermione flushed. "Please, Phil. Call me Hermione." She said with an uncomfortable smile.

"Oh, but how could I. I mean you're-"

"Please." She clapped her hand and gave him a really cute puppy-dog eye that made even Edward melt a little. How would anyone deny Hermione Granger anything with those eyes, Edward would never know. And apparently neither did Phil. The man caved.

"Alright, ehm, Hermione. Please come in."

As Edward followed behind Hermione, Phil's gaze shifted to him like he had forgotten he was there.

"Ehm, Miss Gra- I mean Hermione. This man…"

"He's fine. He's a No-Maj, but he's my brother in law."

Brother in law? It was nice seeing Hermione treating him like family, but a brother in law might be jumping the gun a little bit, Edward thought but said nothing.

Inside, the bar was just as dingy and dark as the outside, but surprisingly felt very warm and welcoming. The wall was made out of bright red brick on one side and white on the other. On the red brick side there were three huge fireplaces, one was roaring, brightening the place that was only lit by a few oil lamps that hung from the ceiling. There was also a long wooden bar with a few people sitting at it. What caught Edward's attention were the paintings behind it.

"A-are they moving?"

Hermione enjoyed the look on his face. "Yes they are. Come on." His eyes were still on the painting when Hermione dragged him to one of the small booths in the back of the room.

"This is crazy." Edward commented, taking in his surroundings. The moving paintings, the décor that felt very stuck in time, and the people who dressed all in robes.

"Close your mouth, Edward. You're going to trap a fly." Hermione suppressed a giggle. Edward snapped his jaw. He didn't even realize when it had opened but he felt embarrassed. Thank goodness he could no longer blush.

Phil came to their table a moment later when Edward was looking at a man sitting across from them, the spoon in his teacup moved to mix the liquid on it's own.

"Most of the shops on Plummet Lane were already closed. But as I told you in my letter, my niece owns an antique store there and she was willing to come back here and show off some of her collection. She'll be a little late tough." Phil said.

"That's okay. I am very grateful to you and your niece, Phill. Thank you."

Phill smiled. "Of course, Hermione. You can ask us for anything. If it wasn't for you, who knows if we'd still be in the business right now." His face turned grim.

"I thought the Death Eaters were only active in Britain." Hermione said.

"Oh they were. But they did try to recruit from around the world. One of them visited here once, you know. I remembered him. Large, vicious-looking man, that one was. He didn't even look like a human, more like a beast."

Edward noticed Hermione fisted hands as she said, "Greyback."

Phill nodded stiffly. "When we refused to serve Voldemort, he broke havoc. Almost destroyed this place and half of Plummet Lane before the Aurors hauled him off. He promised he'd come back with a dozen more. We ignored him of course, I mean he was only one man and the Aurors had him. But then we heard he'd escaped, killing a dozen Aurors in the process and a few days later the war broke in England. We were sure they were going to come for us next."

Edward was lost at the conversation between them, but he still noticed every terror that crossed Phill's face and every pain in Hermione's eyes.

"I am so sorry you had to go through that. As of now, almost all of the Death Eater have been sentenced to Azkaban. They're not getting out anytime soon."

"But Greyback isn't one of them."

Hermione fisted her hand tighter. "No. But I have faith in Harry and Ron. They'll get him soon."

"Well if the great Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley are on it, then I'm confident that everything will be alright." A smile came back to Phil's face. A whisper of his thought came to Edward. We trust this generation to you and your friends, Hermione Granger.

The sentiment sent chills through his bones. To think that someone as young as Hermione had done something that gained so much respect from this stranger… What had she been through?

"So, what can I get you guys?" Phill asked cheerily, clapping his hand. "We have burgers, onion soup, sandwiches…"

"Butterbeer?" Hermione asked, clasping her hand under her chin.

Phill cackled. "Yes, we have Butterbeer."

"Yes." She pumped her fist. "Two butterbeers please."

"Coming right up."

When Phill left their table, Edward turned to Hermione with a bemused smile. "So what's with you and this butterbeer? You looked like a kid on Christmas morning."

"Butterbeer does taste like Christmas. You're going to love it."

"Too bad I no longer find food appetizing." He said lightly. He didn't mean it to sound so self-depressed. Honestly, he had gotten used to it by now, being a vampire. He wasn't happy about it, but he had learned to live with it. So did Bella, the girl that said she'd loved him no matter what kind of monster he was.

But as they sat together, it seemed that he and Hermione had forgotten that inside he was still a vampire, no matter how tan he looked. Inside, he was still a monster.

She somehow made him feel … normal. More human. Which was ironic considering she wasn't a normal human being. But now that the reminder came again, he couldn't help but ask, "Why did you try to hide the fact that I'm a …" He couldn't finish the word, afraid someone might hear.

"Have you heard from Carlisle? Wizards and vampires don't really get along." She said quietly.

He nodded. Carlisle had explained the deal between the Wizarding World and the vampires.

As one of the most dangerous and uncontrollable creatures, vampires had been faced with a lot of discrimination and prejudice from wizards and witches. When the vampires finally had enough, they made a deal to govern their own kind, thus the Volturi were created. The Volturi kept the vampires under control and made periodic reports to the Wizarding World, in exchange the Wizarding World kept their hands to themselves.

That was many centuries ago, long before Carlisle was even turned. Since then vampires had lived separately from the Wizarding World. No wonder vampires know nothing about them anymore. But of course, Carlisle was always a walking encyclopedia.

"We are dangerous, Hermione." He admitted.

She nodded slowly. "I know."

"We can kill in less than a second."

She nodded again. "I know."

"We are monsters. I am a monster" His gaze dropped. Though it was painful to admit, it was the truth. "You should probably not even be with me. What were we thinking, trying to be friends."

"Oh, cut it out, Edward." Her scowl surprised him. "You'd rather kill yourself than drink from a human wouldn't you?"

"Don't be so sure about that." He said, trying to make her see him for what he was.

"Your eyes are still gold now aren't they?"

"That can change."

"You've lived in Forks for years and I haven't found any suspicious death case."

"We try. But sometimes we can't control it."

"Maybe." She shrugged like it was no big deal. But then she straightened and leaned closer to him. "But I have seen a real monster, Edward. The one that kills with no hesitation, the one that can control what they do, but choose to kill anyway. The one that does it for fun. And you know what? They came in many forms. Humans, witches, wizards, werewolves, and yes vampires. But it doesn't matter what creature they are. It depends on the person inside." Edward hadn't realized his hand was trembling as Hermione looked at him with her steely hard eyes. Eyes that seemed like they had seen the worst of the worst. Yet here she still was, so close to him. "And I know for sure you're not one of those people, Edward Cullen."

Edward could no longer cry. But if he could, at that moment, he was sure he would. Her words, the look in her eyes just stirred something deep inside him. Maybe there was some truth to her words. Maybe there was still hope for him. Maybe, just maybe he wasn't a monster after all.

He didn't know what to say or what to do but stared at the girl in front of him. The strong, beautiful girl had somehow managed to spark something inside his un-beating heart.

Hermione reached for his cold hand and squeezed it tightly as she said again, "You're not a monster, Edward."

In that moment, he believed her.

By the time Phill came back with two glasses of what looked like root beer float, Edward had calmed down. When Hermione released his hand, it was no longer shaking.

She passed him a glass then clinked her own to his. "Cheers."

"Cheers." He smiled.

It was useless but he still brought the glass to his lips and drank the gold liquid anyway.

"What do you think?" She asked.

Edward laughed. She hadn't noticed the whipped mustache above her lips. "It tastes like nothing."

"Oh well. Since you can't taste it, I'll describe it to you. It tastes like… cream soda. Ever try one of those?"

"Not really"

"Then how about vanilla ice cream?"

He nodded. "I might have tried that one or twice."

She smiled. "It tastes like liquid vanilla ice cream with whipped butterscotch."

"Hmm, so vanilla ice cream with butterscotch. Sounds like sugary hell."

"Sugary heaven." She corrected as she took another big gulp of butterbeer. The mustache spread to the tip of her nose.

No longer able to keep his hand to himself Edward reached to her and swiped the mess off of her face. "You're one messy girl aren't you?"

Hermione seemed taken aback for a second with his gesture but then shrugged it off. "Yeah. But only when it comes to butterbeer."

"Glad to hear it."

He didn't know what had possessed him to do what he did, but he raised the fingers that were stained with the cream from her face and brought it to his mouth. He must have imagined it, but he swore he could taste a hint of sweetness in his tongue.

That was it, he might be going crazy.

From the corner of his eyes, he caught Hermione's widening eyes. But once again she shrugged it off and changed the conversation.

"So tell me about your family."

A/N

Whew! I did it! This is the longest chapter I've written yet. 25 pages! I have so much fun writing it I didn't even realize it was so long.

This chapter took a while mainly because there is some stuff that I rewrite, cut or incorporate from the previous chapter. But to be quiet honest it was also because I was distracted playing Final Fantasy 7 Remake (This game is awesome) and Final Fantasy XV (This game was only OK) and it makes me want to write my own fanfiction for that fandom.

But I keep looking at your reviews and I keep telling myself, no I have to finish Dawn to Dusk first because I can't keep you guys who've been supporting me through writer block and uncertain update schedule waiting. You guys are awesome and I want to give a shout out to all of you :

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