A/N: I spelled Sanguini's name wrong through this whole story, but now know how to spell it from the site. I hope you like this chapter, I wrote over a year agao.

Disclaimer: I don't own HP, or Twilight.

A New Family

Hermione's Prospective

Flashback:

"Cancer, I fight in a bloody war, and cancer is what kills me?" I cried as I left the healers, not paying attention to my surroundings. As I hurried down, Diagon Alley.

"Hermione?"

I stopped at the familiar voice, and stared up at the vampire, who I had become friends with since the fifth year Christmas party, "Sanguine, what brings you to Diagon Alley, this afternoon?"

"I had to let them test me, so I could prove I am not draining humans," He answered matter of fact like, "Saw you leaving in tears, and wanted to make sure you were alright?"

I shook my head, as I patted his hand gently, as it rested on my shoulder, "I got cancer, that was caused from being under the Crucio Curse, all those times during the war. So since magic caused it, there is nothing they could do."

"I am sorry to hear that, my child," He gently pulled me into his arms, as we started walking down the street, towards where I lived, "How long do you have? You have always been kind towards myself, and have one of the most beautiful souls I know. I wish there was something I could do for you."

"They said one month," I answered, feeling safe with my friend, and smiled as his compliment registered, "Thank you, Sanguine, I am glad you think kindly of me."

"If I had a daughter, I would wish her to be like yourself, come now," He unlocked my door, with the keys he removed from my hand, "If there is anything I could do for you, then just call me, I still have the coin you gave to communicate." He removed my shoes, as he tucked me into bed. With his special ability, he was able to put anyone to sleep, without nightmares, even vampires.

The Next Morning

I woke up with the sun shining through my window, and a tray with hot pancakes beside my door, with a note, "Sanguine, you shouldn't have." I started to eat, as I read the letter:

My Dearest Hermione,

I have been thinking about your news yesterday, and strongly feel it would be a terrible lost, if you were not here to enjoy life. I have always thought of you as a daughter, as I have mentioned many times before, and would grieve as a parent if you were gone. I would like to propose, that you allow me to turn you, and be my companion for eternity. I have lived on my own far to long, and would love to have you as my companion, or more appropriately as my daughter.

Love,

Sanguine.

I smiled as I read the letter, but still had doubts about turning. Two weeks is what it took for me to decide, and twelve days after, for me to share my news with the, Weasley's, and Harry, then saying a heartfelt goodbye. I had to promise to keep in touch, since after the change, I would still be too weak to be around mortals.

The day before my life expectancy deadline, Sanguine, had brought me to his cottage in the middle of Scotland. He made sure I had been comfortable, and while I went through the change. With his peaceful sleep ability, it was a little less painful, then it would had been going through the change he explained after.

End Of Flashback

Two years later we were at the Weasley's, the day before my 'Father', and I were to move to Forks. I smiled as I held my best friends son, "How did you find out I was moving?" My blood craving was easier to manage then some, since I was probably thinking about keeping my humanity in tact, while going through the change. That was how ,Sanguine, explained it to me one night. I was able to make someone see, whatever I wanted them too, or see something that they really wanted to see. I was also able to see what someones thoughts were, if I concentrated long enough.

"Author, he explained that you, and Sanguine, were there to get papers for your new life. So you're Mione Panning, daughter to Sanguini Panning. How did you come up with that name?" He asked, as he took pictures, of his son in my arm.

"We had a Robin Williams, marathon last month, and he liked the movie 'Hook'. He actually just wanted Pan, but I said it sounded to plain, so he stopped giving suggestions. So adding an extra 'ning' makes it less plain, according to Sanguine."

Harry laughed, as he took his son, and laid him on the couch, "That is funny." He looked at his watch, and smiled at me, "Need to take Sirius, he's staying the weekend with his grandparents, while I go watch Gin, at her next match." He kissed my cold cheek, like he usually did, "I will visit you in Sporks."

"Forks, please take care," I kissed the babies cheek, right before my guest disappeared.

Seconds after my friend departed, Sanguine, stepped into the sitting room with our bags, "Ready to start high school?"

"Are you ready to start publishing your many novels?" I asked, as I looped my arm through his offered arm, "Shall we go, Father?"

'We shall, Child," He kissed the top of my head, before we took off in our vampire speed, before coming to a stop at the entrance of the small town, where we found a taxi to take us to the airport, "I bought a house that's away from others, near some woods where we could hunt. I also am leasing an office building, where I will began working on books, you will work the front desk when you aren't playing student."

I giggled at his use of words, "Sounds great, Dad."

He laughed, "I rather like that," he commented smugly.

We almost did look like we could be father and daughter, since we both had caramel hair, and golden eyes, from animal feeding. Just could say I got the rest of my looks, from my deceased mother. I sighed as I thought about my birth parents, who had been killed without any memory of me, during my sixth year. I had tried to keep them safe, by removing any memory of me, but the Death Eaters found them the first week they were living in Australia. Sending me both there ringed fingers, as a cruel, sick joke. I smiled at Sanguine, he had helped me sleep almost every night since the war, ever since I saved his life from a killing curse, aimed towards him. He had been on our side, and Parkinson Sr. had been the one wanting the traitor vampire dead. We been close ever since, having each others backs. He always told me, that I opened up his world, after trying to keep to himself since his vampire existence.

"I love you, Sanguine," I whispered, as I rested my head on his shoulder, falling asleep immediately, and then smacked him for using his gift on me, "Stop that, I don't need sleep, remember."

"Old habits never die, Child," He whispered, rubbing his chest, "Careful love, not so hard." He was obviously doing that for show, since the taxi drive kept eying us.

I rolled my eyes, and crossed my arms, "Whatever."

This was going to be interesting...

Forks

I smiled as I looked around my new room, which was nothing but glass windows, books, a desk, candles from the magic shop, and moving pictures on the wall. The walls were a navy blue, with silver stars painted all over, "This is great, I love this room."

Sanguine leaned against my open doorway, as he watched me take in my new surroundings, "I had the mate of an old friend decorate this place, what do you think?" He started walking around my room, looking all around.

I jumped onto his back with my vampire speed, and hugged him, "It's wonderful, thank you so much, your friend did a great job decorating."

He walked to the window, where there was a small dome shaped structure, "I had her make you an art room as well, it's sound proof for your privacy."

I squealed as I jumped out of the window, which was opened, and hurried to what would be my own sanctuary. I could feel my dad right behind me, "This is amazing, how did you sound proof this?"

"My dear, just because we are vampires, it does not mean we don't still have magic in our blood, took me a long time to fresh up on my spells," He answered, smirking at my surprised reaction.

"Ever since you turned me, I read every vampire book imaginable, and nothing was shown about us still able to do magic," I crossed my arms, slightly disappointed that there was somethings, that a book left out.

"Well when we cast spells, it does not register with the DOM, and it's better that way. If they knew the truth, we would become endangered species," He obviously was trying not to laugh at my annoyance, "We wouldn't want that, it took me over twenty years, before I realized I was able to do some ward spells, and minor charms."

"Why-" I was about to ask a question, when I suddenly sensed we had company, "Expecting someone?"

Jasper's Prospective

Carlisle, and I ran through the woods, towards the place his friend was now living. "I had known Sanguine, from when Esme, and I went on a trip to a England."

"Why did you want me to come with you to meet him?" I had been wondering, since he asked me to join him last night.

"Alice, she insisted I ask you," He answered with a worried smile.

I stopped in my tracks, when I noticed a couple standing in front of us, one of them with her arms crossed, "Carlisle?"

"Sanguine, old friend," Carlisle greeted, not even worried, "Sorry if we alarmed you." He looked at the young woman, with a kind smile on his face, "Hello, I am Carlisle."

The gentleman apparently named Sanguine, greeted my father with a warm smile, "Thank you, Carlisle," he reached a hand out towards the woman beside him, with pride, love, and devotion, purring from him. The same feelings, which Carlisle, always felt around me, and my other siblings. "Carlisle, this is, Mione."

She smiled at my father, glancing at me for a second, before looking back, "My dad, he has told me all about your family," she turned back to look at me, with her hand held out, "Sanguine, never told me we were having company."

I gently took her small hand, and brought it to my lips for a gentle kiss, my southern charm suddenly reacting to the pretty lady in front of me, "I am Jasper Hale, Ma'am. It is a pleasure to meet you."

"You're accent is very charming," She smiled, as we locked eyes.

Next thing I knew, it was just the two of us, then suddenly I was seeing the different places from Texas, from my time as a human, and gasped, "How?"

She looked panicked all of a sudden, removing her hand from mine, and taking off towards her house, "I need to get ready for school," was the excuse she used, before shutting the door.

The other two men gave me a confused look.

Sanguine stared at me for a moment, after his companion disappeared, "What happened?"

I just stared at Carlisle, "I saw my childhood home."

"What do you mean, Jasper?" Carlisle, stared curiously at me, as he rested a calm hand on my shoulder.

"I saw my mother, father, and sister, at the last party I had attended before the war," I rubbed my temples, before looking towards the window she had jumped through, when she returned home, "It was so real, except I knew it couldn't be, since I was still holding her hand.

"She is able to have people see what she wants, or sometimes if they really want to remember something, she is able to return that memory," Sanguine, was still staring at me, "She tries not to do that though, without permission, but sometimes she is unable to control it, and that would be the reason of her excusing herself."

"May I go talk to her, sir?" I asked, since he was sort of her father, and it was always good to show respect to ones parents.

"Yes, she's just drawing in the family room, through the door straight in the back," He directed, now with a soft smile.

Before another word was spoken, I had already crossed the yard, towards the room she was suppose to be in. I stopped short, when I saw her actually painting a portrait, of her father, and herself, on the actual wall.

"I am sorry," She apologized, not even turning to face me, as she continued the portrait. "I can't help it sometimes, especially, when the other really wants to see."

"I been trying to remember from before my change, instead of just when I helped in the vampire wars," I looked around at some of the other portraits, which had frames built around the paintings, "What place is this, and you painted all these places?"

She finished what she was doing, and came up beside me, looking at the picture in question, "That's Hogwarts, I went to school there, since I was eleven. I spent half my life there," she walked to another portrait, "This is Sanguini's favorite, it's his old friend Slughorn, at a Christmas party, at school. The professor died, a couple years ago, killed."

"I am sorry to hear that, so you copy these from photos?" I gently touched the portrait, and felt the ceramic of the wall, "You painted all these on the wall?"

"Yes, they are from some of the photos, which I collected," She was standing so close to me, I could feel her brushing my arm with hers, but not exactly touching.

"I been trying to remember anything, from before I was changed, but only ever managed to see a little from when I was a soldier. War time, is not necessarily a memory I want to hold onto, either time. It's nice having a memory, of seeing my family, and I before I enlisted," I gently rested my hand on her shoulder, "So please don't apologize."

"You have your mothers eyes," She whispered, probably forgetting I could hear her, she would had been blushing if not for being a vampire, after realizing I heard her, "It's the reason I really apologized, because your memories are suppose to be yours, and not a strangers. But in the vision your eyes were green, instead of golden."

"Carlisle told me that too, after seeing a picture I had of my mother, it was the only things I had with me. I carried her picture all these years, my sister Alice, she got it enlarged, and I keep that one framed on my book shelf." Her eyes shot to mine suddenly, with a sparkle in them, "Yes?" I was taken back, by the sudden excited emotion purring from her, almost making me feel excited.

"What kind of books do you have?" She was staring intently at me, "I have over two hundred just in my room, mostly about different points in history, some about magical creatures."

I started laughing, after realizing her excitement came from the thought of my own books, and not me for say, "Oh...:

"That's not an answer," She sighed unnecessarily, but kept her eyes on me, "Please don't tell me you're one of those people, who feel the shelves with items, instead of books."

"Both," I answered, enjoying her emotions, "I have a diary from the last fifty years, each year taking up three books each year, and then some war books, Sherlock Holme's, Mark Twain." I leaned in closer towards her, and whispered, "I'd be careful about what emotions to express around me, I am empath."

"Must be hard being able to feel everything," She whispered, looking back at the wall, as she twirled a strand of hair.

"It's harder keeping everyone from feeling what I feel," I answered, noticing as she walked to the doorway, that lead into a kitchen, "I painted a picture of my favorite people in the world, in the kitchen if you want to see."

There was a picture of a large group of people, sitting around a long table, almost all with red hair, her, and another young man with raven hair, "Who are these people?"

"The Weasley's, Ron, and Harry, my best friends, sitting around the Burrow, for Sunday dinner."

"You miss them, don't you?" I asked, feeling a longing emotion from her, as I wrapped my arms around her, "If you need someone to talk to, I am always around." I gave her a card, that had my number on it.

"Thanks," She wrapped her arms around my waist, as she rested her head on my shoulder, "Thank you."

"So do you need a ride to school, you know in the morning?" I found myself asking.

She sighed as she shook her head, walking to the fridge, which had glass doors, "See that lunch bag with my name in it?"

"You don't-" I started.

She stopped me with a smile, "I don't need to eat, but my dad wants to be as believable as possible, so he wants to take me to school in the morning. He even packed me a lunch for school, as you could see there."

"My siblings, and I, buy lunch from the cafeteria," I smiled as she looked contently at the bag, with her name displayed. "I can sense how much you love one another, like Esme, and Carlisle, love all of there children, it's a good feeling."

"It's an amazing feeling," She took an apple from the bowl, and tossed it into my arms, along with a small vial of green liquid, "Put a drop of the potion on your tongue, than take a bite of the apple." She did the same with her own, before taking a bite of a pear, moaning as she chewed.

I fought the groan that threatened to sneak out, at the sounds she had made eating, as I did as instructed. My eyes widened, as I tasted the sweet taste of the fruit, "I can taste the fruit, and it's incredible."

She smiled proudly, "Vampires are able to eat real food, but don't because they can't taste it, so I came up with this potion a year ago. Of course we need blood to survive, but it helps to blend in when at restaurants, or eating in school tomorrow."

We never go out to eat at the restaurants, because we never eat regular food, but I bet we would if we were able to taste it like this," I stared at the green potion, "So-"

"One drip on the tongue last twenty-four hours," She answered my unasked questions, before opening the fridge, and pulling out a small tray of vials, "My dad, and I, were going to give these to you, when we came by tomorrow. Instead you visited us first, I wrote the instructions on the inside of the lid, so your family should be able to eat."

"So what is my daughter doing, anything I should worry about," The owner of the house asked, as he came to stand beside his companion, and looked at me, "I see you gave young Jasper the case of potions, I was telling Carlisle about your creation."

"It really works, Carlisle," I took another bite from the apple, and tossed him the vial, "You should try it, Carlisle."

He stared at the tube of green liquid, before putting some on his tongue, and taking a bite of a apple Mione had tossed him, "This is incredible Mione, my family will love this, and maybe we could start going to town for dinner. I am sure Esme, and Alice, would love being more social, without worrying about anything."

"We should plan a date for dinner, my family would love to meet you two, and Esme would love seeing you again Sanguini," Carlisle tossed the core into the trash can, before walking towards the door, "If you need anything Sanguini, you know where to find me."

"I will see you soon," I looked at the other vampire, and smiled before following my dad from the house.

Hermione's Prospective

A Month Later

"So what are you doing tomorrow?" Jasper stared at me as we walked down the school hall, towards the exit of the school, "I have a final exam tomorrow, same as you do remember."

"Yes but it's going to be sunny," He had paused to look at me, with a raised brow, "Aren't you afraid someone would notice you sparkle?"

I just rolled my eyes, as I pulled him to the parking lot, towards his motorcycle, "Have you been taking the potion, that helps you eat regular food?"

He just nodded as he tossed our books in the side storage space on his bike, before helping me onto the back, "Since you gave them to us, we haven't missed a day."

"It helps us go out into the sun, as long as we do a drop that day, and I told you to read the instructions," I wrapped my arms around his waist, as we headed to my dads publishing office, and than helped me off.

He handed me my books, as he looked at my dads publishing shop, "You really are incredible. Almost like you're not a vampire at all."

"Why do you think I work so hard, to try to blend in with everyone else in this town, and I am not about to ruin my perfect attendance because of the sun." I smiled as I walked into the building, after blowing him a kiss.

A/N: I hope you like this story so far, and I will be posting another Saguini,Hermione fiction eventually. I like his as a relative.