Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter or Twilight; Harry Potter goes to J.K. Rowling and Twilight goes to Stephenie Meyers

(Jasper is going to leave Maria in 1840 instead of 1940, but everything else is the same except that or else this wouldn't have worked how I needed it to. So just ignore that.)

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He stared, and only stared. She was utter perfection to him. Her emotions were only content and calm and his emotions turned to reflect hers. This was where he was turned almost fifty-three years ago during the war, a war with newborn vampires. Even now in 1893 the field still had the stench of blood the copper iron smell that was used to lure all newborns for when Maria had decided that they were no longer of any use to her.

His unneeded breath caught as she turned to look at him. What was this? This feeling of being complete? He couldn't look away from her, the ringlets of ebony hair that flowed like a river down her back, the pale heart shape of her immortal face but it was her eyes, unlike his burgundy gold or Peter's crimson red.

These were green; a bright glowing green that looked showed a drowning depth he could lose himself in forever.

"Jasper Whitlock," her voice was like a delicate flower petal to him. It was musical and low key as not to harm his oversensitive hearing as well as soft and soothing to his battle hardened soul.

No matter how soothing her presence was to him he never allowed his guard down and suspicion was hidden in his voice, "how do you know who I am?"

Her voice was light and airy as she chuckled at his obvious wariness, "Can you not feel it? As well as the fact that you still have your name tag on your uniform."

Jasper looked down reflexively to see that she was indeed correct. That he did indeed have his army name tag pinned to his military uniform as he has never seen the point in changing clothes as he washes his clothes in a creek after his kill. And he had no idea to what feeling she was talking about, but it could have been the irresistible pull that he felt deep in his gut.

Then what would be your name as you have no name tag for my convenience?" His southern accent playing out, he found that humans found it endearing.

"Cassiopeia Aspen Cian Potter-Black," she curtsied. "A pleasure to finally meet you."

Jasper tilted his head to the side, "finally? Have you been waiting long?" he didn't make it a habit to move in such a human manner but sometimes he could not help it when he had been traveling with Peter and Charlotte and they want him to lure they meals away from towns and cities that they were staying in.

"I've been feeling these feelings for about twenty-five years to find you." Her smile was easy and gentle and he couldn't help but return it.

Not that it deterred from his confusion about why she would be searching for him for twenty-five years. She didn't look to be older than eighteen much less twenty-five and older, "why?"

She walked towards him, her steps graceful and enticing her long locks of hair was swaying in the wind and her skirts were rustling in the breeze that blew by.

"Mate, you're my mate and I've been looking everywhere for you but it was only as I came to the states that the ache to help you finally lessen."

Jasper's only knowledge about mates were what he learned from Maria when she pretended to love him to get him to do what she wanted him to do. But wouldn't that mean that this gorgeous woman in front of him was a vampire like him, him and Peter and Charlotte.

"Mate," Jasper's voice was inflicted with curiosity. "Are you a vampire?"

Cassiopeia held out her hand for him to grab, "Come. We should speak somewhere else."

Jasper didn't know what lead to grab her hand but he did and then he gasped as the filling of being squeezed through a tube. When the feeling stops, Jasper took an unneeded shuddered breath trying to regain his bearings to look around to figure out what just freaking happened. He looked up to see the beautiful woman who looked apologetic.

"So sorry, I should have warned you about that." Her emerald green eyes were sparkling in worry that she might have screwed everything up.

Jasper could feel her worry and fear waft off of her, he just held a hand up, "what was that?"

Cassiopeia bit her lip in nervousness, "it was something called apparition. I was a witch before I stopped aging."

"Don't you mean turned?"

Cassiopeia chuckled slightly, "In the wizarding world there are two kinds of vampires: the turned and the born. I was born a vampire."

"What does that mean?"

She turned around and only then did he realize they were in front of a house, it wasn't large but it did look cozy. It was only one story and hidden in the woods if the trees surrounding them was anything to take into account.

"Come let's go inside."

Jasper wanted answers so followed her in. entering through the door, Jasper saw a small loveseat in the middle of the room they were in as well as a small coffee table and armchair. Looking around Jasper saw an arch like doorway to the kitchen if the smells of food are anything to go by. Looking back to the living room he saw Cassiopeia was sitting down on the armchair leaving him the loveseat. He could barely remember the last time he sat down, as he only remember walking with Peter and Charlotte or fighting with the newborn vampires for Maria.

"Now what did you mean about being "born" a vampire."

She sighed, "I need to you to understand about the Magical world."

"The Magical world?"

She nodded, "yes like wizards, witches, goblins, dragons, vampires, werewolves, shifters."

"shifters?"

"yes, a clan or family chooses to shift into a particular animal that's different from an animagi which is when a person transforms themselves into an animal that fits their personality." She explained patiently. This was her mate he needed to understand about her old world, her gifts that came with her when she stopped aging.

Jasper nodded his head in understanding wanting her to go on.

"Alright, male vampires can reproduce in human woman. A regular non-magical woman would die when giving birth to a vampire child but magical woman have higher chances of surviving. With being half human and half vampire both male and female offspring can reproduce and sometimes, some child don't show any sign of being vampires when they keep aging after they hit the age of eighteen when they are supposed to. That is what is called a dormant vampire, the venom is blended with DNA and the venom is not active in the DNA. I have what is called an active gene meaning I was born a vampire. On my eighteen birthday, I stopped aging and needed a higher diet of blood where before I only needed a very small amount to continue on through a regular day."

"Oh, I didn't know that. Can a born vampire have children like half-breeds?" Jasper asked.

Cassiopeia nodded, "yes, a born vampire can give birth but the gestation period is eighteen months instead of nine. Because a born vampire still grows until a certain time our eggs weren't frozen like if we were injected with venom."

"Will you be traveling with me?" Jasper couldn't help but ask. He couldn't explain the sudden need to keep this girl close to him. If this was what it truly meant to have a mate, then he wasn't letting her out of his sight.

"we need to get to know each other, and as if I will let my mate go off while our relationship is still new and both of us are unclaimed."

Jasper nodded, he didn't think he would be able to let her go off alone now that the pull in his gut has now been identified as meeting his mate. As they did not need to sleep they conversed well into the next day and it was decided that she would travel with him as he needed to come to terms with the war that still plagued his undead mind.

He leaned against the door frame to the single bedroom to watch as she packed, and he wondered if she kept any of this "magic" as her gift or if all magical vampires could do magic as well as have a gift. But that was just one of the many things that they would be learning about each other as they continued on in this relationship. And if he was being completely honest with himself, he was looking forward to this.

•••§•••

He chuckled warmly as he watched her joyful expression. She was always a sucker for composers, saying that they were the only beings able to express their souls. Of course he knew that it also had to do with her gifts, yes, gifts as in plural. When they had begun their traveling forty-seven years ago, he could have hardly believed that the woman standing beside him was his mate, but now he couldn't think of not having her with him. He would have slipped back into his depression that he had fallen into when he had still been with Peter. She had helped him face his issues and confront his "nightmares" about Maria and killing the newborns and their pain and hunger.

But now he used his pathokinesis to help keep their prey calm and relaxed as they fed before releasing them, with him controlling their emotions their felt a euphoria that left them unable to remember who they were. Looking at his excited mate pick up a new piece of music, he couldn't help but let his muddy red eyes trail to her left hand, he could still remember their wedding like it was yesterday instead of twenty-seven years ago.

-Austin, Texas September 2, 1921-

They had been here for two years now, and they planned on marrying her. It was the only thing he truly wanted for his wedding, and that was for it to be in his home state. He would have had it in Houston, but it was still a little painful for him to be there and remember that his family was long gone. He smirked as well as internally growled at all those males leering at his Cassie, she was a beauty but that didn't give them a right to leer. His needs to complete the bond were starting to ware on them so they had decided to marry now as their will as barely there. He knew that he would have to buy the ring to ask even if they had planned to marry anyway he wanted to propose to her as she deserved. Walking away from his soon-to-be bride and one of her friends, he could not help but hear them talking.

"he's a little stoic, isn't he?" she whispered to Cassiopeia, he wouldn't have been able to hear her if he was not a vampire.

Cassie looked at to her mate, as he walked away thinking quickly of a cover story for her war-hardened mate, "his father… his father took discipline a little too seriously if you understand."

"Ah, I heard something like that from a young woman traveling with a group from the north. Apparently harsh discipline is frowned upon they call it abuse. I couldn't understand that. It's a father's or parent's place to teach their children right from wrong as they see fit. Wouldn't you agree?" her friend was pretty, petite in both sense of the word, short and skinny. Her eyes were blue and her chestnut colored hair hung in waves to her shoulders.

Cassiopeia blinked, "no, I do believe that there is a limit to the amount of discipline. And it truly is abuse, the elder is abusing their right to teach right from wrong to inflict pain upon a person unable to defend themselves. A swift smack to the wrist would be enough or the sharp hit to the back of the head or even a pattle to the young ones bottom but you should never draw blood or bruise someone in your care."

Her friend snorted, "you're father obviously never disciplined you enough as you speak of something that has no meaning to us."

Cassiopeia's voice never changed from its cool, matter-of-fact tone but her eyes did hardened a little, "my father taught me to speak freely and this matter does have meaning to us, as it will soon be our turn to care for children unless you plan to live your life as a spinster and bring such shame to your family."

"our place is to stand by our husbands and if they choose to discipline as this "abuse" then we stand by their decision as heads of our families." Her friend's eyes narrowed.

"then our places differ as my place would be in front of my child protecting them from the pain that they did not deserve. Now I bid you farewell as I need to find my betrothed." Cassiopeia left the woman that had been her friend scowling. Jasper remembered how Cassiopeia came looking for him. He had slipped the engagement ring he had into his coat pocket; he was going to ask her tonight, after so long he could see the turmoil in her blank mask that was also cause for concern as her eyes usually sparkled with joy.

He only offered her his arm to lead her back to the small house that they had bought off on the outskirts of the town they were staying for this time. He could still remember her explaining what happened with her friend. He remembered how Cassiopeia never spoke to anyone else in the town and used her gifts to enchant people to them to feed.

Neither of them could have helped but the use of irony when they were in the church to get married not even a full year after that argument with the blonde.

The day of the wedding was forever burned into his memory. Standing there with Peter standing as his best man, Charlotte had decided to stand with Cassie as a maid of honor. Looking out towards the door his bride would walk through he barely paid attention to the non-subtle whispers he could hear from the people that had decided to join them, of course they didn't invite anyone but had left it open for anyone. All he wanted to do was marry her and then take her away to mate and not have to fight his instincts on his unclaimed mate.

The pristine white dress illuminated her ghost white skin, and striking against her obsidian black hair but the thing that stopped everyone short was her eyes, those soul searching emerald eyes that had stopped changing with her. To forever be glowing and bright but shining with wisdom of the seventy-one that she was. He thought that she could never have been more natural and beautiful as she walked down the aisle to join him as his wife.

He barely acknowledged anything around him as she stood in front of him, barely opened his mouth for the vows and 'I do's'.

It was finally, his mate was now his wife and he couldn't have been anymore happy than that moment when she was in his arms kissing him as his wife.

-Present-

"Jazz, are you alright? You seemed spaced out there for a minute." Her angelic voice dragged him from his deep thoughts.

Jasper smiled, he had been trailing after her as he reminisced about their past together, looking her over he saw her hugging the sheet music gently to her, "I'm fine darlin'. Nothing to worry about."

"I'm glad. Come on," She grabbed ahold of his arm and started dragging him out of the shop to continue their shopping. If only they had known that this routine shopping trip would bring about a complete change for them.