When the Volturi attack, Hermione and Bella stand together. Both sides shocked by the others' secret lives, battles are fought and friendships are made.
oof, i wrote this when i was eleven
Hermione yawned as she made her way down the stairs. With one hand, she ran her fingers through her hair, trying to untangle the knots that formed in her hair while she was sleeping, and with the other, she fumbled with her new phone.
"Draco, the Cullens invi—" Hermione stopped short. "Ginny? Harry? What are you doing here?"
She hugged both of them, and then leaned back against the kitchen counter with raised eyebrows.
"I told you that we were visiting soon, didn't we?" Ginny said. "And with the letter that Draco sent us, well—"
"What letter?"
Draco looked at Ginny apprehensively before speaking up. "Well, I wrote to them about, uh, your cousin's family. You know, them being vampires and everything."
"Oh, bloody hell, Draco," Hermione sighed. "They're not vampires."
"They sounded like vampires in the letter," Ginny said. "Didn't they, Harry?"
"Y-yeah, they did," Harry replied under Ginny's stern gaze.
"I don't know what you were thinking, because from what I've learned from Defense Against the Dark Arts, original vampires are dangerous. Kind of an understatement, really. Did you read the article about that poor bloke who got tortured by a vampire and then drained?"
"Yes, I did, Ginny, and I'm telling you, the Cullens aren't vampires."
"Unnaturally pale, beautiful, and perfectly graceful?"
"They don't have red eyes," Hermione pointed out.
"They have gold. Could be easily covering up the red."
"I don't know, Ginny," Hermione said. "Anyways, we got invited to go to Port Angeles with them this afternoon. I'll keep a look out for them."
"You're going somewhere with the Cullens?" Harry looked up from the newspaper. "Is that safe? Maybe we should come with you."
"I don't think that's—"
"Brilliant idea, Harry. We're coming with you, Mione."
Hermione just sighed, resigned. At three in the afternoon, the quartet apparated to the center of Port Angeles.
"Is that them?" Harry asked, nodding towards a large group.
"Yes, that's them," Draco growled under his breath. "Now, be careful of anything you say here, they have near perfect hearing."
There was a tense moment as the two groups merged, and then Hermione introduced the new couple.
"Hello," she said. "This is Harry and Ginny. They're close friends of ours, and they insisted on meeting you. I hope that's okay."
"Of course, yeah, that's fine."
Hermione looked over at Ginny only to find her doing some sort of a staring contest with the blonde. Rosalie, Bella had told her over text. She smirked. Tough competition, she thought.
After a quick exchange of names, the group walked slowly around Port Angeles, going into stores and chatting a bit.
"Did you see Fleur Delacour the second?" Ginny asked Harry.
"You mean the blonde?" Harry said. "Yeah. I think we all saw her. They could be a rival for looks, couldn't they?"
"She acts like her, too."
"Who's Fleur Delacour?" Alice asked, bounding up behind them.
"I'll elaborate for you," Ginny started, but was quickly cut off by Hermione, who began spewing facts about snowy owls.
Draco munched on a pretzel he had bought from the stand, watching Hermione talk animatedly.
"You're happy here, aren't you, mate?" Harry said.
Draco paused to look at him, debating internally. "Yeah, I guess I am."
"No more nightmares?"
"Less."
The group was heading back home when Alice dropped all of her shopping bags with a glazed look on her face. Her husband, Jasper, quickly made her way over to her and held her tight.
"It's not safe," Alice whispered just loud enough for everyone to hear. "The Volturi are coming for us again."
"The Volturi?" Harry asked.
No one answered him.
"It seemed as though they have joined forces."
"With who?"
"I can't tell. They're masked. But one of them, he's not. His hair is long and blond and he has a cane."
"Does the cane have a serpent on it?"
"Yeah, how did you know?"
Draco groaned.
"We know him," Harry said grimly.
"Harry, get the Order here now," Ginny said.
"Can't, they're busy. Still rounding up the free Death Eaters."
"Well, it seems as though most of them are going to be here," Draco deadpanned.
"Wait, what's going on?" Emmet asked with a confused frown.
"We'd better get home quickly," Carlisle said.
"Calling backup," Harry held his newly purchased phone to his ear. "We'll meet you there."
"No," Esme butted in. "Our visitors— they're not safe."
"I'm sure we'll prove to be useful," Hermione said.
"The Volturi aren't going to be stopped by some help," Rosalie smirked. "Stay out of the way and don't get yourselves killed."
"She's right, I'm afraid," Carlisle got his keys out of his pocket. "It's not safe."
"You don't know anything about us," Ginny said darkly. "Now, I'm going to tell you something, and you'd better not tell anyone else. We know magic. We can help. We know these masked people, and if you think that we're just going to stand by while they get stronger, you're wrong. Now, we're going to get back up. We'll meet you at your house."
With that, she grabbed Hermione, Harry, and Draco and apparated them away.
The only thing Hermione heard was Bella's pleads to stay away and be safe.
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