A/N: I hope you like this fan fiction, I had to go back and change a few things, because I had two with different directions. I like this direction the best...

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or Harry Potter.

1849-Whitlock Manor

"He is going to do great things in his life," Mrs. Whitlock said, as she had tea with the Granger's, as she looked at her son playing with his wooden guns. She than turned to look at the four year old, who was playing with a porcelain doll, and smiled, "Hermione, she will make a wonderful bride, just look how gentle she is with her doll?"

"Don't say that to Oliver, he refuses to accept that his daughter, will someday grow up," Mrs. Granger giggled, as she watched the youngest Whitlock boy, come and kneel in front of the four year old. "Jasper, is always so kind, to include my, Hermione in his play."

"He adores your daughter, wouldn't it be wonderful if they got married, when they grew up," Mrs. Whitlock asked, looking at the children.

"My-one, will you miss me when I am at war, getting rid of the bad guys?" The little boy was now wiping his wooden musket, with his handkerchief, as he addressed the little girl.

She smiled at her friend, as she continued to rock her baby, "Of course, you is my friend, Jazzy."

He stood back up with a grin, and started to pose like a hero, "Will you color a picture for me, when I am away from you, My-own?"

"Just like I do for my daddy?" The little girl asked, standing to her own feet, and taking his hand.

"I am going to be big, and strong like my dad, than when we get big you'll love me," He explained, as if it was the most logical thing in the world.

"Will you bring me flowers, like my daddy does for my mom?" She asked, releasing his hand as she looked at her feet.

"I will bring you flowers everyday, because I will love you when I am big and strong," He answered confidently, as he looked at his play companion.

Mrs. Granger, and Mrs. Whitlock, both smiled as they watched there children, plan there future. "Looks like we'll have a wedding to plan, in the future."

"It would appear so," Mrs. Whitlock agreed, smiling at the children.

1859 – The Granger Estate

"Do it again, My-own," The young man whispered, as they sat in the large field, between there families homes. Hidden behind one of the many piles of hay.

"Jazzy, what if someone see's?" She whispered, keeping her palms shut, "They will send me to the Asylum."

"Our folks are still at the house, having brandy, and knitting," The blonde whispered back.

"Fine," She sighed as she opened her palm, and placed a piece of hay, causing it to float by concentrating real hard.

After a few minutes of silence, the blonde smiled down at his friend, as he got to his own feet, and reached for her hand, "So are you going to save a dance on your card for me, at Bethany Mitchel's ball?"

"If you'd like, Mr. Whitlock," She teased allowing him to pull her to her own feet, as he started to help remove the loose pieces of hay, from her caramel curls.

"My-own?" He whispered, as they locked eyes, for what felt like eternity.

"Yes, Jazzy?" She questioned back, not removing her own gaze, from his.

Without another word, he tilted his head towards her's, preparing to kiss her. He closed his eyes, and almost felt her warm breath against his lips, when:

"Hermione, the Whitlock's are looking for there son, you'll see Jasper this weekend. Now come inside, before it get's to late." Her mother called from the parlor window.

"Coming mother!" Hermione blushed, even though they hadn't done anything, thanks to her mother calling her. She kissed his cheek quickly, before running back to her house.

He stood in the same spot holding his cheek, as he watched his companion rush back to the house, until his father called for him.

Bethany Mitchel's Ball

Jasper had to take in a breath, when he saw the woman of his affections, enter the ball room. She looked really beautiful in blue. He was standing alongside Andrew Mitchel, Bethany's older brother, who was currently going on about there families pure brood Blood Hounds. "She looks beautiful."

"Would you like to have one, she is due to give birth to her litter, at the end of the months," Andrew offered, thinking that the young Whitlock, was talking about his prized hounds. "I will let your father know, when they arrive if you wish, Jasper."

"I will talk to you later, Andrew," Jasper patted his companion on the back, before heading towards where the young woman was standing, next to the girl of the night. He held his hand out towards Hermione, and tilted his head, "Would you care for a stroll, Miss Granger?"

She looked at her friend, nervously as she accepted his hand, and let him lead her outside to the park, where there were lanterns across the yawn, "I am glad you asked me to walk, there is something I need to talk to you about, and I don't know how you'll take the news."

He stopped walking, so he could look at her, "You know you could tell me anything, My-Own."

"I think my family is in danger," She whispered, worry etched across her face.

He tucked her arm, through his own, as they headed towards the apple orchard, "Why do you think that?"

"I heard father, and mother, talking about some one finding us, and saying we might need to be prepared to move," She answered, turning to face him once they were hidden behind some trees, "I never heard father sound so worried before. Mom found me listening in the hall, and she had tears sliding down her cheeks, before asking Nana, to get me ready for tonight. Mom couldn't even look me in the eyes, and still isn't able to." She was in tears by this point, "I heard something else, before mom found me in the hallways. The people are looking to take me, apparently it's because of the things I could do, which they knew about."

"Who else knows, about what you are capable of?" The young man asked, picking an apple from the tree, and cleaning it with his shirt then handing it to her.

"I tell you that my family is in danger, and you give me an apple," She placed the apple in her clutch, and smiled at the young man, "Did you know we have a guest, as long as I have been alive, my parents never spoke of relatives, or friends. He's staying in the East wing, and I am not allowed to talk to him on my own, unless Nana, is with me of course. If they are afraid of me being alone with him, than why would they offer him a place with us, for the remaining of the summer."

"So does this man have a name?" Jasper asked, taking the young woman's hand, and tucking it into his arm.

"Percival Dumbledore, he is apparently the son, of an old friend of my grandmother." She answered, as she let her companion back to the house.

"Where is his family from?" The young Mr. Witlock asked, pausing when an unfamiliar man approached, tilting his head with his hand out to the young woman.

She gave her friend a long look, before accepting the offered hand, pointing to where her parents were watching her. She turned her full attention to the man, giving a polite smile. He was at least six feet, with long black hair, and in his forties. He was the man she was telling the young Witlock about.

Mr. Granger came to stand beside the young man, placing a hand to his shoulder, "She is just being polite, you still have her heart, Jasper." He winked at the young man, before going to where his wife was, and leading her onto the dance floor.

Present 1998

Jasper's Prospective

I stared out the window, as i held the locket that was in my pocket, since was been fifteen, 'Why am I still thinking about her? She would be long married, widowed, and buried by now, unless she had died that- NO! I still refuse to believe she died.'

"At least you remember, some vampires don't remember anything before being turned," My brother answered my thoughts, which caused me to growl, because I really didn't like when he was in my head.

My sister Alice, was looking straight ahead, with a glaze over her eyes. Indicating she was having one of her visions. Edward was by her side in a heartbeat. After about three minutes, her eyes became yellow again, and she was looking at me with a smile that matched her mates. "We're getting a new librarian."

I looked at her like she had gone crazy, before going off to hunt. 'My family is so weird, well at least we will have someone else, instead of Mrs. Gierson. I swear she smells like a chimney, but at least she let me read as much as I wanted, even gave me some of her later husbands war journals.' I jumped on top of one of my favorite trees, which over looked the woods for miles, when I finished hunting. 'It's weird that Alice, would look at me like that, if it was about a new librarian.'

"Who's that girl Mike, rode here with?"

"Did you see that hot chic, damn Newton is so lucky."

"Wait, did she just park in the teacher's section?" That voice came from my brother Emmett.

"She's probably the new librarian, that Alice, was mentioning yesterday," His mate Rosalie guessed, watching the woman just as close.

I watched as she got off her bike, and pulled off her helmet, causing long curls to cascade down past her waist. She lifted one of the seats, and pulled out a shoulder bag, which the Newton boy grabbed for her, and than she started to follow him into the school.

"'I'm Hot For Teacher', was probably written from moments like this," Emmett thought out loud, causing his mate to smack him on the back of the head.

I just laughed as we all headed into the building, "She looks pretty young to be a teacher, didn't she?"

"I guess it doesn't matter, she's just the librarian," Emmett whispered, for who knows what reason.

Mike Newton just came out of the office, and stared right at me, as he made his way to where I was standing, "Hey Hale, good luck fifth period, that woman is very OCD when it comes to her book organization."

'So it was the Librarian,' I raised my eyebrows, pretending I didn't know what his point was, "Alright, thanks I guess?"

He just laughed shaking his head, as he hurried to his first class. "Bye Hale!"

"What is it with Jocks, and having to always address everyone by a last name?" Alice asked, causing her mate, Emmett, and me to laugh. She just hurried away, ignoring our outburst, as she headed to her own first class.

"Mr. Hale, just the young man I was going to call for," Mrs. Samson exclaimed, as we crossed passed the office, she reached her hand to the same woman from the bike, who was looking down into the manilla folder causing the older woman to chuckle, "Miss Newton?"

The young woman's head popped up, and our eyes locked with each others for a couple seconds, before her gaze fell on the shorter woman, "Sorry Mrs. Samson, was just going over the list of books, do you suppose I would be able to donate some of my own personal collection?"

"I am sure that would be splendid, Ms. Newton," The older woman assured, apparently forgetting about my presence.

"You wanted to tell me something, Mrs. Samson?" I reminded, as my brain tried to puzzle, why the new librarian looked so much like, My-own.

The older woman blushed, as she looked back at me, "Was wandering if you could show our new librarian, to where the Library was."

"Yes ma'am," I answered, waiting for the new librarian, as she collected some small boxed from the front desk, "Thank you for these pamphlet's, maybe if the students see them everyday, they will learn how I expect them to behave in my library."

"No problem dear, and if you have need of anything, just ask one of the staff," Mrs. Samson explained, before going back to her desk.

The new teacher smiled at the older woman, "I will, I believe coach Anderson, told me to find him if I needed anything. I met him when I dropped my brother off for his football practice, or you call it soccer don't you, when they run around kicking the ball." She exited the office, and started to walk ahead of me, apparently forgetting I was suppose to take her.

"You're going the wrong way," I informed, tapping her on the shoulder, "The library is the other way."

She blushed, as she turned to walk the other direction, this time making sure to stay with me, "I am terribly sorry, so Mr. Hale, are you a teacher?"

I laughed out loud, shaking my head no, "I'm a student, but I am your TA, during fifth period."

"Oh, I thought being a vampire, you would be bored with playing student. Thought you might have decided to teach," She smiled a familiar smile, as I opened the door to the library, "Thanks Mr. Hale."

I leaned in to whisper, so the other couple of students couldn't hear, trying to keep calm, "Vampires, do they really exist?" I was pretending to sound amused,, "So if I were to drink your blood, you will turn immortal, and than turn into a bat. Sleep in the coffins during the day, and-"

"Vampires are very much like any other being, put aside there strength, speed, and skin sparkling like diamonds in the sun," She was whispering back, "Plus your hand is ice cold, when you touched my shoulder, getting my attention."

"If you tell anyone-" I growled, when she placed a hand on my lips, and glared at me.

"I won't tell anyone, don't worry alright Mr. Hale," She stared around the library, and had a disappointed look, "At least this school has one, so I can't complain, it's not like the one at my old school."

After I helped her a little bit, by rearranging the room, so there would be more space, we ended up sitting in her office. She was sipping from a water bottle, as she looked at the scan sheet, "So I actually have to do role call, when you come back in fifth period, by the way how did you manage to become the only TA, here?"

"The old librarian, took a liking to me because-"

"Because of your charm?" She asked with a knowing smirk.

"So I didn't know, Mike Newton, had a sister," I was looking through one of the books, which she had taken out of her bag, 'Gone with the Wind'.

"My adopted mom is married to Mike's dad, and I took his last name, so I wouldn't have to worry about people finding me. Only a handful of my friends know, where I am now living, but I wanted a fresh start." She could sense the questions filling my mind, and gave a small sigh, "Story for another time," she brought out a pad of hall passes, and handed me one, "I will see you after lunch."

"I'll be sure to be here on time, Miss Newton," Jasper took the pass, and slipped his school bag over his shoulder, "Enjoy the rest of your mornin' ma'am." He turned, and left the library, with thoughts of his My-own, running through his mind. "Damn, why did she have to look so much like, My-own?"

Rosalie, was staring at her brother, as he entered the literature class they shared. She looked like she wanted to kill the teacher, as the teacher read the passage's from Hamlet. She turned to look at me, "So since when did Newton, have an older sister?"

"Mr. Newton, married her adopted mom, and she took her step dads name to get away from something." He recalled noticing scars showing through the sleeve, an a little one along her neck, "I think her life might had been in danger, so she decided to change her name here. Only one's, who know how to find her, are a few of her old friends."

"You're not telling me something, Jasper," My sister started gathering her books, as she stared at the clock, "But knowing how secretive you are, I won't try to get the info from you." She stood as soon as the bell rang, and quickly left the room.

1859

That Same Night of the Ball

Hermione was awoken by a crashing sound coming from her parents room, and was about to go see what the cause was, when her door suddenly sprang open. She jumped back when she realized it was her mother, who was frantically holding a stick to her, while whispering something frantically. "Mom, what are you doing?" She had tears in her eyes.

Her mother's words started to circle around the room, if that even made sense:

'My blood, my heart,

piece of my soul,

remember we will find you,

in the next world.

Through years,

months, hours,

and Second.

Each one counts,

till she find her new own,

and true love.'

Her father appeared behind his wife, with a stick of his own, pointed to her as well. Only his words were more understandable, "Obliviate!"

She caught whatever her father threw at her, just in time to feel a pull from her navel, and everything going black.

The Whitlock's

Jasper was walking back inside, when he overheard his parents talking, from the opened window. He had been training the horses, for the soldiers, who were due to pick them up the following week.

"Joanne, darlin' we knew it was only a matter of time," His dad whispered to his wife, as they sat in the parlor.

His mother cried, "We should have-"

"We couldn't have done anything, it's just a shame about there daughter." His dad said a little louder. "Bein' forced to move to England, with that man."

"SHIT!" Jasper didn't even care if he was heard, when swearing as he took off for the Granger's estate, with out stopping to say his hello's to the Miller's who road by on there way to the Montgomery's picnic. A weekly ritual between the two families.

When he got there, the servants were moving themselves into the large house, as he let himself inside. He ran up the stairs to Hermione's room, and swung the door open. Everything that she had once owned was gone, even the jewelry box he gave her last Christmas.

"Master Whitlock?" Hermione's nanny walked into the room, and looked at the young man. "She's gone, sir."

"What happened, Nana?" He asked the dark skinned woman.

"I do not know, sir," Nana answered. She had been the young daughters nanny since Hermione's birth, and had called her Nana, for as long as she was here. "We did not hear nothin'. Woke up this mornin', and the master say's, they had to leave town. They not have there Mione, and when check'n her room, she was gone, and so was theres guest."

The young man walked to the stripped bed, and sat down on it, "Did they say anything before they left?"

"Master, he says the house belong to me now, for take'n good care of there Mione," Nana answered, tears falling down her face, "but I not take good care of her, if I did she would still be here, and the Master's, would still be here. They look so sad, at the loss of there daughter."

"Nana," Jasper rested a gentle hand on the woman, and looked her in the eyes, "My-own loved you, and her family knew how good you were to her, so they gave you your freedom. They gave you all of this, so it would seem to me that they don't blame you for what happened." He looked around the room, when something caught his eyes, coming from her vanity.

"I need's to help my family move there things, thank you for your kind words, you have always been kind to Nana," The woman smiled as she wiped the tears from her eyes, "I will make some fried chicken, with corn, miss Mione's favorite for lunch, if you would care to stay, sir."

He smiled at the second mother to his friend, as he picked up the locket, that was set on the vanity sneaking it in his pocket, "Of course Nana, let me help you settle in, until lunch."

"You is very kind, sir," The woman smiled, before hurrying out of the room.

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