This is my first Twilight / Harry Potter fic so please be kind. Before anyone asks I am aware that I have bumped Jacobs age up but I did that because I wanted him to be the older, over-protective brother instead of the younger, annoying one (and trust me on that as I have one). I also know that Jasper was 19 when he was turned but for the sake of this story he will be seventeen, as will the rest of the Cullen's. I am planning on having Hermione bumped up in some of her classes so that they do have lessons together, never fear.

I am rambling now so I'll stop and let you enjoy the first chapter (hopefully). Please, please, please review.

Jasper

The room was silent, unnaturally so for us, especially with Emmett in the house. He couldn't stay quiet for love nor money. Alice was seated at the end of the sofa, her eyes glassy and her mouth slightly slack. Rosalie, Rose for short, was seated next to her, one hand holding onto hers as she went through the vision. You see, Alice often had visions like these. She could see the future…or, more accurately, the future once it had been decided. I think the only people who she couldn't see were the Quileute Tribe of Shapeshifters, who lived in La Push Reservation barely five miles from our secluded house. Rose didn't have any particular power although she was remarkably good with babies even though she couldn't have one herself. I heard that she and Emmett were actually thinking of asking the Volturi – sort of like our Vampire Police – if they could adopt, but there was no guarantee of them agreeing. They liked to keep a sharp eye over the Vampire community and it was against our laws to change a baby.

Anyway, back to my family. Emmett, the loud one, was sitting by the television, for once without his eyes glued to the screen. His dark hair was pushed out of his eyes as his hands went slack on the controller he had been clutching like his life depended on it. Rose glanced over at him with a soft smile as she saw the worry on his face but did not approach. When Alice was like this she liked to have Rose or Esme, our surrogate Mother, by her side and as Esme was currently out collecting groceries – even though we did not eat – Rose had to do.

Edward was sitting with his back to the wall, his girlfriend, Bella, pulled onto his lap. Everyone had been surprised when they had started dating as Bella's best friend was Jacob Black, who belonged to the Quileute Tribe and let's just say the two covens did not mix. We actually had a Treaty that stated if we changed any human it would be full out war. Not that we planned on, of course, but there can be no pleasing them.

Carlisle was seated on Rosalie's other side, one hand on her shoulder. Carlisle, much like Esme, was our surrogate Father and the one who had changed most of us into who we were today. Of course, this was before the Treaty and he only did it if we were dying.

"What did you see?"

Rose's soft voice pulled me out of my thoughts and, turning to face them, I noticed Alice's face had lost its pallid quality and she was now staring at each of us in turn with worry shining in her chocolate eyes. She opened her mouth to tell us, but Edward – he's a mind reader and so had also been privy to her vision – beat her to it.

"The Volturi are coming."

"What?"

The unanimous words broke into our thoughts as we rose as one. I turned to Carlisle.

"What are we going to do?"

He sighed, eyes falling closed, nostrils flaring as he thought. He looked worn, more tired than I had ever seen him even though, as Vampires, we didn't actually have to sleep.

"What I've been planning on doing for a long time."

He moved over to our fireplace, where a pot of Floo powder resided. All Vampires were Witches and Wizards, it was just the way of life, but unlike them we did not have to practice it at a hidden school. We did not learn it automatically…no, far from it, in fact. Our magic did not explode out of us if we were left untrained; instead, it sat dormant in us until such as time as we decided to learn. And it seemed that, at least for us, that time had come.

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Hermione

Jacob pouted from his position in front of me, his arms wrapped around my waist while mine were around his neck. Many who did not know us often mistook us for boyfriend / girlfriend but the truth of the matter was that we were siblings. Admittedly very close siblings, but we were siblings all the same.

"Do you have to go?"

He was pouting. He knew I couldn't resist him when he pouted. But I must.

"I have to."

"No you don't," Seth disagreed from behind him. Seth was the only Quileute that was my age, the rest were all older or younger, Jacob being seventeen to my fifteen. "You could always been schooled from here."

"You say that every year," I pointed out with a frown.

"And you say that every year," Sam refuted as I removed my arms from around my brother and stepped up to hug him. "You know we don't like you being all the way in England where we cannot get to you."

"I know," I agreed quietly, "But I always have the Weasley's, don't I?"

"Yeah. Yeah, you do."

"I'll be careful," I murmured. "I always am. And this year is O.W.L. year so I cannot miss it. It should be fun."

"You'll miss your flight," My Dad, Billy Black, murmured, seeming only slightly less comfortable with me travelling to England than Jake was. He was still pouting.

"Alright," I laughed, attempting to diffuse the tension, "I'm going. I love you all and I'll see you at Christmas."

"We'll try to come before," Dad promised as I leaned down for a kiss on the cheek. "And we love you too, Pumpkin."

I rolled my eyes at the familiar endearment but didn't complain. With a short wave and I small laugh I was off to the Burrow, where I would spend the remaining week before starting my fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

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Jasper

The Fireplace was silent, still, for a beat before sudden emerald flames had us all (well, apart from Carlisle and Esme, who had seen it before) careening backwards in surprise. An old, wizened (ironic seeing as he was a wizard) man stepped out. He was a crumpled crisp packet of a man, with a face was pale and thin as paper. Dazzling blue eyes stared at us over half-moon spectacles, seeming to X-ray us with their stunning depths, and his wispy white beard was tucked unceremoniously into the belt of his dark blue robes. All in all, he was the very essence of what a Wizard should be and I actually found myself wondering if they all looked like this ancient man standing before us.

"This is Albus Dumbledore," Carlisle announced unnecessarily. After all, everyone who knew anything about magic knew who Albus Dumbledore was, and, if I was being honest, I thought it was a great honour to actually get to meet the man who was so famous.

"These are Rosalie, Emmett, Alice, Jasper and Edward. And," he gave an over-exaggerated gesture to his wife, "Of course you already know Edward."

"A pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Cullen," Dumbledore rumbled, smiling benignly. Esme smiled delicately back.

"Likewise, Albus, and how many times have I asked you to call me Esme?"

"As many times as I've called you Mrs. Cullen," was the smooth response before he was suddenly business-like once more. "Now I know that at least one member of the Quileute Clan from La Push go to Hogwarts so I must entreat you if you find out who they are to not pick a fight."

"Can you not tell us?" Carlisle asked in his soft, American burr. It was so easy to tell where he was from next to the decidedly British Dumbledore.

"I'm sure you will find out soon enough," Dumbledore murmured, "After all, she is the only student from America who attends Hogwarts. Heed my warning." Then, all previous conversation forgotten, he added, "Do you wish to come and be sorted into your houses now or do you wish to wait and be sorted with the first years."

"Now, I think," Esme replied, followed by murmured of assent from the rest of us.

"Is it possible for us to all be in the same house?" Rosalie asked and although she did not show it I could feel the anxiety pouring off her in waves.

"It will be," Dumbledore told her reassuringly, "The Hat takes into consideration your wishes."

I wondered what the 'Hat' was but said nothing, figuring I would be told sooner or later anyway. Instead, I followed Carlisle and Dumbledore into the fireplace and shouted out my destination, disappearing in a flash of brilliant green flames.