A very short chapter, but it's really to give you an idea of what to expect in the next story ;)

Chapter Thirty

Reunited

"Burgers are done!" Remus called as he flipped the last burger on the barbeque. "Come and get them."

"Alright!" Quil shouted as he ran over.

The other pack members followed close behind and jostled each other as they stood in the line.

Jacob and Hermione watched them from where they stood by the drinks table. Jacob was standing behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist and his chin resting on her shoulder.

"You guys really have a big appetite don't you." Hermione smirked.

"Oh yeah. Part of the whole pack thing." Jacob grinned.

They watched them for a few moments more, smiling. It was nice to spend such a carefree afternoon after the recent events. It was peaceful.

It was lovely.

"Aren't you hungry?" Hermione asked, looking up at her husband.

"Yeah, I'm always hungry, but I don't want to leave you."

Hermione laughed. "I won't disappear if you leave me for five minutes."
"Are you sure? You can apperate. What happens if you decide to leave me and you apperate somewhere I can never find you?"

He was joking, but there was a vulnerable undertone to his voice. Hermione cupped his face tenderly.

"Hey, I'm not going anywhere. I promise you."

Jacob nodded and placed a firm kiss on her lips before turning and jogging off to join the rest of his pack that were being served.

Hermione grabbed a plate and began to fill it with small nibbles. She kept an eye on Jacob and watched as he got his burger and went to sit back down with the rest of the Pack.

It wasn't long before he was laughing and joking with the others. He never stopped glancing at her though; just to reassure himself she was there.

Hermione walked over to Remus to get a hot dog. Remus smiled at her as she walked up to him.

"How are you doing?"

Hermione gave him a small smile. "I'm alright. Jacob won't leave me alone at the moment. He's scared that I'll go missing again."

Remus glanced at her arm. "Are you going to tell him?"

"Not yet."

"He's going to notice."

Hermione's eyes shifted. "I know. But I just want to get into a routine with it before I tell him. I…need to work out how to manage it before I tell anyone else."

Remus sighed. "That makes sense. It might be a while though. How are you going to keep it from him?"

Hermione frowned. "I don't know yet. I'll figure it out. So far, I've been using a cloaking spell. I might just keep using it."
"One day it'll fail."

"Yes, I know. But for now, it'll work." Hermione snapped.

Her hand drifted over to a bandage on her arm and a scar that was beneath it.

Hermione's eyes fluttered open. Harry and Ron were gone now and she was alone again in her tiny, dark cell.

The door creaked open and a pair of amber eyes glowed in the dark. There was a low growl and a dark shape moved closer. Hermione's eyes adjusted and her eyes widened in fear.

A large werewolf with ash blonde fur stood in front of her. Arcadia.

Hermione screamed as the werewolf pounced, her teeth sinking into her upper arm. There was a howl from outside and Arcadia's head snapped up, her lip curling over her curse giving teeth.

The large werewolf turned and ran out of the cell. A man with red eyes and white skin closed the cell door. Hermione's world once more became dark and she fainted as the pain again became too much.

"I'll tell Jacob about the curse soon." Hermione whispered before walking over to join her husband.

Please Read and Review. I hope you enjoyed the story as this is the end of A Walk to Forget. Keep an eye out for the next one in the series and thank you all for reading :D

Also, I am writing a Harry Potter x BBC's Merlin story called Albion Rises. If you're interested, here's an extract. Though if you haven't watched all of series 5, I wouldn't read it unless you don't mind spoilers. What do you guys think?

Albion Rises Extract:

Arthur sat at his desk. He had woken early and the sun was shining in a vibrant blue sky. He was still dressed in his sleeping attire. Gwen had already woken and was off consulting with Gaius about a matter unknown to him.

"Merlin!" He called.

His ever loyal man servant hurried into the room with a big, happy grin on his dopey face. "You called sire?"

Arthur frowned. "You're in an awfully good mood, Merlin."

"Why wouldn't I be, sire?" Merlin asked.

Something struck him as odd. It was almost as if he had lived it before. Almost as if he was experiencing déjà vu. Not only that, but Merlin's smile seemed a bit too bright and he had never been so cheerily polite to him in all the years he had known him.

"Tell me, do you feel as though something's off?" He questioned after a moment.

"Off, Sire? Whatever do you mean?" Merlin grinned.

Arthur's frown deepened. "I don't know. It's like I've lived this before."

Merlin seemed to flicker for a moment and his eyes became much older as his smile slipped a little. It seemed more forced now.

"Are you alright?" Arthur leaned forward to look at Merlin.

Merlin widened the smile. "Of course, why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know. Anyway, do you sense anything's off?" Arthur repeated.

Merlin became serious. "What do you remember last?"

"Heading to battle and then….waking up here. What happened?"

"You went into the battle at Camlann." Merlin began.

Images flashed before Arthur's eyes. Images of Morgana, Mordred and Merlin sitting by his side as his vision blurred.

"What happened?" He repeated, his voice hoarse.

"You died." Merlin said.

Arthur's heart skipped a beat. "Then how is this possible."

"Because that's not the end of your legacy. You are to reawaken when Albion is in its hour of greatest need." Merlin sounded infinitely wiser than Arthur had ever heard him be.

"When will that be?"

Merlin's eyes pierced his soul. "Now. Today, Albion rises."