A/N: Before I start the story, I'd just like to say I've made a few modifications to both of the character's backgrounds and plotlines, more to Eric's than Hermione's. In addition, both of the characters may be slightly OOC at times – mostly Hermione. Lastly, I'm very sorry about the incredibly shortness of the prologue, it's just a little explanation of how Hermione ended up in New York.
Happy Potter additional details: Considering there's a period in Hermione's life where she stays in America, which is this story, neither of her children are as old as they are in the Harry Potter books or movie, obviously. Other that than, I'm following canon stories and adding my own headcanon things here and there.
True Blood additional details: Any and all events of True Blood, apart from Godric dying, never happened. He never opened Fangtasia, but he does know all of the vampire characters, and instead of being in Bon Temps, he is and always has been in Brooklyn.
What people experienced was Hermione Granger leaving the perished fortress she'd once felt was her second home with her two best friends, marrying Ron Weasley, and having two children, just as she should have. That was what they saw, that was what they knew. But that patch of time between then and now; between leaving Hogwarts and marrying Ron Weasley and reproducing, that seemingly empty patch of time was filled by Eric Northman.
"I think I'll go to America for a while," her eyebrows furrowed, dainty fingers tracing shapes on the scratchy quilt of Ron's bed. "Maybe go to muggle college there."
"I'll go with you," Harry offered immediately, but she knew that beneath that solicitude, he didn't really want to leave England so soon, and she smiled for his brotherly devotion.
"Stay here." She looked up at the uneasy redhead. "With Ron."
Cutting off all of her hair into a spiky pixy cut, packing a purse with a items and Apparating to the empty apartment she was renting in Brooklyn, Hermione vowed to forget about Hogwarts and England and her parents and her friends, even if it would only be for a short while. For a short while, she just wanted to be impetuous and stop thinking, stop crying, stop feeling things she didn't quite want to feel.
"I just need to get away from everything for a bit." She pressed her lips together.