I hope you all like this. It's my first real attempt at a cross over.

Disclaimer: Anything recognizable does not belong to me. It more than likely belongs to JK Rowling or Stephanie Meyer, as much as I hate to admit it.

Chapter 1

The day had been wet and uneventful, like usual. Jacob had been sitting in the woods all day long. It was his eighteenth birthday. His father had given him the latest Harry Potter book; Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. It didn't really matter though; he wouldn't read it. He had no reason to live any more. Bella, the only thing he had ever really cared about, had married the leech a week before. They had invited him to the wedding, but he hadn't gone.

He felt like dying at any random moment. He was currently in his wolf form, the guys and Leah kindly giving him some privacy.

He sat on his haunches and thought about what he should do. Should he jump off of a cliff? No, Sam would just save him. Should he play Russian roulette with a loaded barrel? No, with his luck they would all be blanks.

An idea suddenly materialized in his brain. He would slowly torture himself by reading. The after he finished the book he would exile himself out East with some relatives. He wouldn't have to worry about leeches out there.

He ran back to La Push where he phased into his human form before he got out of the trees. He got to the house and walked inside.

"Hey, Jake! You want me to bring you some dinner?" Billy Black, Jacob's father, asked.

"Sure, sure. That'd be good. Thanks."

Jacob went to his room and picked up his book before lying down on his bed. He opened the book and began to read.

Twelve hours later, Jacob was on the last chapter.

"Now this would be and interesting life. There would be the ultimate good guy with a hint of a dark side and a bad guy with seven pieces of his soul scattered about. Plus, this good guy has awesome friends, but seriously if that Ron guy hadn't had it figured out that this Hermione chick liked him by that point, then he doesn't deserve her mind." Jacob thought to himself.

He had been fighting off sleep for a couple hours now. He hadn't thought about Bella for a full three hours and for the first time in five days he felt like he could sleep. As much as he hated to, he put down the book and fell asleep before he could read the epilogue. His last thought was, "I wish I lived in a world like this."

When Jacob woke up, he was in unfamiliar surroundings. At first thought he guessed he had been sleep walking. But then he realized that he didn't recognize these woods at all. He phased and felt the familiar voices in his head of his brothers and Leah. The voices sounded different though. Far away and panicked, somehow.

"What's going on guys? Why are you worried?" he thought.

"Jake? Where are you? Billy freaked when he found you gone this morning." Sam said.

"I don't know where I am. I don't recognize the scent. Everything is different. The trees are smaller. It's kind of wet, but not like home."

"Well, look around for some houses and call home. Bill is scared to death." Leah ordered.

"Okay. I'll phase when I can, you guys," and with that he transformed back into a human and slipped his clothes, which he had removed to be left in one piece, back on.

He walked out of the woods after about an hour and a half of searching and hiking. He saw he was on the outskirts of some quaint little village. He walked down the street, looking for a house that looked a little inviting. He decided on a large log two-story house with a garden and a wrap-around porch. He walked up to the door and rung the bell.

"Hello. Can I help you?" a pretty red headed girl a couple years younger than he asked upon answering the door.

"Uhm, hi. I'm Jacob Black and I was wondering if I could use your phone."

"Did your car break down. Do you want me to get my cousin to drive you back?"

"No, but thank you. I just need to call my dad. He's probably scared to death."

"Oh, alright. Come on in, then."

That was when Jacob realized that the girl wasn't American. Maybe she was an exchange student or something.

She led him to the kitchen and said, "It's a bit late, so whenever you get done let me know so I can help you find somewhere to stay or something."

He nodded and picked up the receiver. He dialed '0.'

"This is the operator. How may I be at your service?"

"I'd like to place a collect call to Forks, Washington, please."

"And what's your name, dearie?"

"Jacob Black."

"One moment please." The operator said.

The phone rung a few times and he heard someone say, "Jake? Is that you?"

"Yeah, Dad. It's me."

"Jake, where the Hell are you?" Billy asked, the worry and anger apparent in his voice.

"I don't know. The last thing I remember is putting down the Harry Potter book and going to bed. Then I woke up and I was here."

"I don't like the sound of that Jake. Where are you calling from?"

"Some girl's house. She let me use her phone."

"Ask her where you are."

"Alright. Hang on. I'll be right back."

Jacob went into the living room where the red head was sitting watching the evening news.

"Excuse me. I'm not trying to sounds weird or anything, but where exactly am I?"

She chuckled a little before saying, "Well, you're in Berkshire. Not too far from London."

"What?" he asked in utter disbelief.

"I said, you're not too far from London. You know, Great Britain."

"Oh. Thanks." Jacob went back to the kitchen and relayed this new information to Billy.

"WHAT! What are you doing in England?"

"I don't know Dad. I'd fly back, but that takes money and that's something we don't have right now, do we?"

"Well, doesn't the U.S. have an Embassy there or something? Couldn't they help you?"

"Oh yeah. They'll definitely let me on a plane when I go in there and say, 'Hey, I woke up in a forest and don't know how I got there. Can you send me home?" Dad, they'll think I'm insane."

"I don't know what to tell you Jake. I have a cousin in England somewhere. I'll look her up and ask her to take you in until we figure something out."

"Okay. If that fails, I'll have something figured out. Don't worry Dad. Tell the others. They might have a few ideas."

"Alright, I will. Love you, Jake. Take care."

"Love you, too, Dad."

Jacob hung up the phone and turned to see a different girl. Less friendly looking, but ten times more beautiful than the red head. This girl had dark brown curly hair, dark brown eyes, and pale skin.

"How do you know Harry?" she asked.

"What? Who?"

"Harry. You just said something about a Harry Potter book. How do you know him?"

"Oh. I was reading it before bed last night. There was something about Horcruxes and Hogwarts. Haven't you read them?"

"Are you a Death Eater?" she asked as she pulled a stick out of her pocket and pointed it at him.

"A what? I'm Jacob Black. I'm a very confused American."

The girl's gaze softened some.

"I'm sorry. You're far away from home. Obviously, you're a bit delirious. Are you hungry? You look like you have a wolf's appetite."

"You have no idea." Jacob said as he barked with laughter.

"I'm culinary skills don't go that far, but I could make you a sandwich. What do you want on it?"

"I don't care. I'm not a picky eater. As long as there is no flas gras in sight."

She giggled a little. "My parents may be dentists but they don't have that much money."

"I'll make it so you don't have to."

"No, no. You just sit there. You can tell me all about those books and how you got to be here."

"Alright. The book thing is really no secret. The books are world renown. There are seven books basically about this kid's coming-of-age and him battling with this freak villain, Lord Voldemort."

"Everyone knows that, that's nothing new," she said as she brought a plate over to him and sat it in front of him.

"Well, in the seventh and final book, there's this R.A.B. guy that left this fake locket in the bottom of this basin thing. Turns out that this R.A.B. is Harry's godfather's brother. Harry's godfather died when he was fifteen. R.A.B.'s name was Regulas Black. There are seven Horcruxes that Harry and his friends have to destroy. There's a cup, a diadem, a locket, a snake, a ring, and Harry himself. There was one more that I really can't recall."

"It was a diary," she said.

"I thought you hadn't read them."

"I haven't. Who are his friends? Are they named Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger?"

"Yeah, how did you know? You have read them, haven't you?"

"No, I haven't read them. I've lived them. My name is Hermione Granger."