06

By: Banana Flavored Eskimo

"Let me get this straight," began Harry in a very exasperated tone. Really. He should have been used to all of the drama that surrounded him, but life liked to continue throwing him curve balls.

"What is there to comprehend? Hermione is Jacob's mate and they will have beautiful children together. I will be godmother to at least two," said Luna as if she were discussing the weather.

Harry really wanted to slam his head against a hard surface.

Ron grimaced. Bloody hell. Why was it always one thing or another? Didn't they deserve to catch some type of break? They were already here dealing with a psycho clan of vampires intent on destroying the cute little half-vamp over there.

Edward's lips quirked upwards slightly at the redhead's thought. His daughter was terribly adorable.

Jacob continued to pace nervously, his mind a jumble of thoughts. What was he going to say to her? This was not how he had planned on telling her. Well, not the marriage thing because even though the thought did cross his mind, he would have liked to get through their date first.

"This is like some messed up supernatural drama. I bet if we wrote it and got it published, billions of tweens would eat this shit up," said Paul with his usual lack of tact.

Jacob was going to reply, but a soft groan from the bed alerted him that his little mate was regaining conciousness.

Hermione grimaced as pain laced through her head as a string of curses in Latin, French and Russian escaped her lips.

Stefan let out a low chuckle along with Carlisle. That was certainly creative.

Jacob found himself uncerimoniously falling to the ground after being pushed by the slender redhead that was surprisingly a lot stronger than she looked.

"Hermione. What are the fourteen uses for dragon's blood?" Asked Ginny in a rush to see if her friend was alright.

The brunette grimaced. What kind of question was that? "You know perfectly well there are only twelve uses Ginerva Molly," Hermione immediately responded in an admonishing tone.

"She's fine," declared Ginny.

Harry snorted. That was his future wife right there. All spunk.

Embry stared at his friend still lying on the floor in a daze. "You alright Jake? Your little imprint is up and looks like she's trying to stand."

Jacob immediately jumped into action, reaching his imprint before she could stand on her own. The action proved to be the wrong one, because Hermione ended up scowling something fierce before stepping back from his large frame. "Everyone leave now. Jacob and I have a lot to talk about."

Nobody needed to be told twice. Well, Emmett and Peter seemed reluctant to leave and were disheartened when a well aimed stinging hex hit them in their backsides, causing them to speed away or face the wrath of that tiny, vindictive witch.

As the door closed, Hermione waved her wand about in an intricate pattern before raising a brow at Jacob's confused look. "Silencing ward," she stated.

Jacob was suddenly much more appreciative of magic as he realized that a thin piece of wood would do nothing to stop their voices from carrying to a group of supernatural beings.

"Am I your imprint?"

The shifter felt his heart skip as his mouth dropped open at her words. Where did she hear that!?

Hermione rolled her eyes. She didn't need to delve into his mind to know what he was thinking. "Honestly Jacob. My ina told me all the stories as a child and was on the tribal council before her death. She was privy to the all of the details and told Sam and I the legends. She knew that there was a possibility he could shift so she did her best to make sure we were informed. Of course, we thought it to be a story at the time, but here we are."

Jacob suddenly felt conflicted. What was he to say?

"A simple yes or no would suffice."

A blush stained his cheeks, which given his deep skin tone was quite a feat. In all honesty, Hermione found it rather endearing.

Exhaling deeply, Jacob stared into her deep brown eyes on nodded his head. "Yes."

"Ok," Hermione said.

"Ok?" He echoed in question.

Was that it? Was it really going to be that simple?

"I mean ok I understand now, but you and I are not in the position to discuss this further. After we take care of the Volturi, you and I are going to have a long conversation," she stated.

"And what if one of us doesn't make it?" And honestly, it was a reality that he was dreading. However, he knew that if one of them were to fall it would be him because he would be damned if he let this amazing woman be taken from this world.

"Don't even think it Jacob. I'll not have you play martyr. You and I are getting through this and when it's over you still owe me dinner," she said with a slight quirk of her lips.

Jacob's brows rose at her words. "Yea?"

Hermione's smile was dazzling as she stared at the man that would be her future. Because whether she wanted it or not, she knew the tales of her people and imprinting was a gift that not even she wanted to go against. Besides, from what she had learned so far, Jacob Black was a man she could see herself falling in love with.

Reaching forwards, she brought her arms around his large frame and embraced him tightly.

Jacob froze only momentarily before realizing that his imprint was accepting their bond and open to exploring a relationship with him.

As his arms automatically reached to curl around her, Hermione took a deep breath of his woodsy, masculine scent. She had never felt more sure of herself that she did now. "Absolutely," she whispered.

Jacob's only response was to bury his nose into her honey curls and sigh in absolute bliss.

"Do you think she killed him?" Asked George as he popped another chocolate cookie into his mouth.

Ginny frowned at her brother before taking away the plate of treats in his hands. "Of course not George and stop asking Esme to make you sweets! You're already putting on a few stones due to you taking advantage of her kind nature."

George gasped. Did his baby sister just call him fat?

Ron chuckled. "She's right you know. Before you know it, you'll be resembling Slughorn."

"You take that back Ickle Ronnikins!"

"As long as you call me that? I think not," the younger redhead replied.

"Both of you need to stop arguing right now. We are not at home and you're embarrassing the rest of us," stated Percy from an armchair as he read quietly from one of Carlisle's medical tomes.

"You're one to talk Prefect Percy," said George. "Who is the one always bugging the good Doctor about texts? At least Esme is cooking for all of us and the pack. Not just me."

"What about Charlie! He actually asked Seth if he could spit into a vial so he could examine it later!" Threw in Ron.

"Don't drag me into this!" Yelled the dragon tamer.

As the collection of ginger's continued to argue amongst themselves, Harry fought the urge to shake his head. This was the family he was going to marry into.

Neville gave him a comforting pat on the back, knowing exactly what was on his friend's mind. He certainly was a stronger wizard than him. "I feel for you mate."

Emmett blinked as he stared at the family still arguing with one another. "Is this normal?"

Harry let out a short laugh. "This is how Weasely's communicate. If they're not arguing, then I would worry."

"Oi!" The redheads all shouted at once, insulted by the assessment.

Alice's tinkling laugh was soon joined by an entire group of wolves and vampires as they watched the entire Weasely family blush a horrible shade of red. It really did clash with their hair.

How decidedly odd.

Carlisle's carmel gaze wandered around the strange collection gathered in his living room. Vampires, shifters and magic users. It was quite an eclectic collection of beings currently united towards one goal, but the ageless doctor could not be more thankful and it was all thanks to that little witch.

The Cullen head knew that without that petite brunette, Sam's pack would have rather left them to fend for themselves. He also knew that without her connection to the tribe, she would not have known of the current crisis here and probably would have continued crusading for different causes in the wizarding world. Hermione Granger was a champion for the downtrodden and would always lend a hand to those in need. It was in her nature and for that Carlise was eternally grateful to the young witch.

"Alice," began Carlisle. "Do you know how many the Volturi plan to bring?"

The seer's eyes glazed over, her mate Jasper at her side keeping a steadying hand upon her back. "I can't see everyone, but their personal guard."

Eleazar let out a sharp breath. "If you see the guard then you see Chelsea. She is a wildcard. Although she creates bonds, her own loyalty to the Volturi has been wavering these past few centuries. I feel as if she remains where she is because she knows not else what to do."

"Can se be swayed?" Asked Carlisle.

"Chelsea would need to be approached beforehand and alone. If we were to attempt to contact her in the presence of Aro, then it would be a moot point," responded Eleazar.

"Then we'll have to kidnap her," stated Hermione.

Ron threw up his hands. "Bloody hell Mione. We can't just waltz in and take her!"

"Actually you'll find that we can. Although the one that will be doing the waltzing is either Eleazar or Carlisle. I suggest Carlise though as he has spent more time in the personal company of the brothers and knows their quirks."

Harry let out a breath. "You're going to propose a crazy plan aren't you?"

"Don't be ridiculous Harry. Crazy plans are your forte. Mine are thought out," came Hermione's lofty reply.

Harry snorted.

"Dear Merlin. This is going to involve polyjuice isn't it?" Asked Neville, beginning to connect the dots.

"Polyjuice?" Questioned Esme. If her husband were to be involved, she wanted to know everything.

"Polyjuice is a potion - completely safe for all beings I assure you - that allows the drinker to take on physical traits of another for exactly one hour," recited Hermione as if she were reading a passage from Most Pointe Potions.

Charlie shook his head. "Brilliant plan witch, but you are forgetting that we need hair and-"

"You mean like this?" Questioned said witch cheekily as she held up a vial with cork stopper on top. Inside the glass laid a single platinum strand that left little doubt as to who the owner was.

"How did you even get that!?" Boomed Emmett.

Harry let out a rather undignified scoff. "Caius Volturi is obsessed with Hermione. She probably nicked it off of him when she was kicking his arse before setting him on fire."

Hermione beamed proudly at her friend because that is exactly what she did.

Jacob pressed a kiss against his mate's temple in reward. That was his girl!

"The potion will not change your voice though so I suggest you refrain from speaking," advised Hermione.

"So this will simply change my appearance for one hour?" Questioned Carlisle. He wanted to make absolutely sure of the potions abiity before he ingested it.

"Yes."

Nodding his head, he turned to his wife who clearly looked worried. "I will be fine."

"I promise that no harm will come to him Esme. You have my word" Hermione promised.

Esme let out a soft sigh. She knew that if Hermione promised her husband's safety, the witch would see the promise through. However, she still worried. "Come back to me."

Carlisle cradled his wife's cheek in his palm and pressed his forehead against hers. "Always my darling."

There was a collective sigh from the majority of women present. Even Leah had that dreamy look in her eyes. Carlisle and Esme were definitely relationship goals.

AN: Transition chapter while I figure out how to get this plot moving forwards.

I'm kinda getting towards the end. I hope. I really want to finish this. I'm such a horrible procrastinator. And re-reading previous chapters. Wow. A lot of mistakes. I'll need to clean that up as well.

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- Banana Flavored Eskimo