Hey! I know I'm really not supposed to be publishing new stories until 7 Reasons Why is finished, but I just couldn't resist. I'm a southern belle, and I can relate to this story. This story is before the cullens move to forks, so please give it a chance. I know it's twilight, but please, I'm only asking for a chance. So read, review, and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea for this story. Characters belong to J.K. Rowling and Stephanie Meyer. If I owned Harry Potter or Twilight, I wouldn't be on FanFiction writing stories, that's for sure.

(Hermione POV) Set one year after the war ends

"Escaped? What do you mean they escaped?" I yelled, launching myself out of my chair and pacing around the minister's office.

"Ms. Granger, please calm down," Minister Shacklebolt said, searching through papers on his desk.

"Do not tell me to calm down!" I screeched. "There are three wanted fugitives out for my blood at this very moment, and you want me to calm down?"

"Here," He said, handing me a crumpled up newspaper. "Read that."

I forcefully grabbed the paper from his hand, and gasped at what I saw.

Five convicted death eaters escape Azkaban: out for revenge

Late Thursday evening there was an explosion on the east side of Azkaban prison, resulting in mass casualties and the escape of 5 convicted criminals. Their names have yet to be confirmed, but it is extremely possible that they are after muggle-born war heroine, Hermione Granger. When aurors arrived at the scene, they found guards littering the grounds with blood spattered everywhere.

But this wasn't an ordinary escape. These criminals sent a message to someone with the initials 'HG', written in a dying guard's blood on the wall. It read: 'HG beware, mudbloods die first'. We believe the infamous 'HG' to be Hermione Granger, since she is a muggle-born witch with those initials.

If our assumptions prove to be correct, let us hope Ms. Granger know what she's doing. For more on this story, turn to page 4.

I looked up at Kingsley, a mask of horror covering my features. How could this happen?

"Hermione, please, sit down," Kingsley said once again. This time I did sit, but only because I believed my knees would give out from sheer terror. "So, now you see the severity of the situation."

"W-why just me? Harry and Ron were in the war too." I whispered, gripping onto the chair arms for dear life.

"Ronald Weasly is a pureblood wizard, and Harry Potter is a halfblood. They are going after you first because of your muggle-born status as a witch. If they succeed in killing you, they will probably write a message to Harry Potter in your blood, telling him he's next," Kingsley said, looking at me sadly. "But we are not going to let that happen. I did not think it would come to this, but we are going to be relocating you, Harry and Ron."

"What!" I screamed as I found my voice again. "Now you're taking me away from my home, too?"

"It's for your safety, Hermione. As of now, I will be sending all three of you to the same place. Harry and Ron were informed of this earlier today, and have packed all of your things for you. You leave in one hour." He dead-panned, looking at me with a small amount of pity.

"Where are we going?" I asked, rubbing my temples as I felt a migraine coming on.

"Harry will inform you on your living situation when you get there. I will not say it here, because I fear it would get out." Kingsley said, getting up and patting my shoulders before walking out of the room. "You are an exceptionally bright witch, Hermione. You'll be okay."

As I sat alone in Kingsley's office, I could not stop the tears that flowed down my face. How could I leave London? I've lived here my entire life. All of my friends and family were here. I couldn't leave.

"Mione?" I heard my best friend ask from behind me. "It's almost time to go. If you want to say goodbye to anyone, now would be the time."

I turned to smile at Harry, who promptly wiped my tears and led me down to my office. Ginny, Luna, and all of my friends were standing there with sad looks on their faces.

Ginny was the first to gather me up in a hug. "Take care of yourself, Hermione. Make sure my brother and my boyfriend don't get in too much trouble." She laughed sadly while I nodded. "Be safe."

Luna was next. "Goodbye Hermione. I'd like you to have this," She started, handing me what looked like a hippogriff tooth attached to some kind of feather. "It will get the wrackspurts to protect you."

I smiled and tied the…. thing around my neck. I moved on and was enveloped in several hugs, but I didn't think I'd ever forget my goodbye to Draco Malfoy.

"Well Granger, guess this is it," He said, shaking my hand. "Thank you for being my friend after everything I did to you."

"Malfoy, I'm going away, not dying." I said, watching him smile.

"I should hope so," He smiled forcefully. "But please, try not to get yourself killed. When all of this is over, and there's no crazy psychopaths out to kill you," He leaned in closer and whispered this in my ear. "I sincerely hope you'll give me the chance to sweep you off your feet. Goodbye, Hermione."

I was blushing like crazy by the time we left for the apparation point, Draco's deliberate use of my first name and his words still hanging in my mind.

I had no more time to think about that as we were standing on the apparation point. We had put all of our bags in my bottomless purse, so we didn't have to carry anything. We stood and grasped hands, all of us breathing in the smell of London, knowing that we might never get to see it again.

"Let's do this." I said, smiling at my best friends. Seconds later, we all felt the uncomfortable pulling sensation on our navels as we spun out of London, and into a large pond looking area.

"What is this?" Ron said, looking around at the trees and moss covering the surface of the water.

"I believe the locals call it a marsh, Ron." Harry said, trudging out of the water and onto the rich, green earth to pick the moss off his shoes.

"Just exactly where are we?" I said, following Harry.

"America." Ron said from behind me as he, scowling as he came out of the water.

"A little more detail, please." I asked sweetly, drying my shoes with a spell and clutching my purse between my hands.

Harry and Ron did not answer me as I followed them to some kind of road where a car was parked. I wordlessly got into the back seat as Harry drove us down the road.

"Where are we, Harry?" I asked, a little more forcefully.

"Don't worry 'Mione, I don't want to be here as much you do." Ron grouched, folding his hands over his chest, to which Harry just smiled.

I scowled at Harry until we stopped at a red light, where he turned around to smile at me.

"Hermione, welcome to Louisiana."

A/N: Woo hoo! I'm so excited! For those of you who don't know where Louisiana is, it's basically the most 'southern' place you can go in America. It's Cajun country. (Tell me if you know what that is) Now I know what you're thinking, 'twilight sucks so this story can't be good'. Well, Bella is not present in this story, it's just the cullens. Please, review and tell me what you think. Thanks for reading! -Nikki a.k.a.- Twipotterfreak28