Disclaimer: I own nothing , I only borrowed the characters to create this story.

A/N: This story was my assignment for the Live Journal's community, hgcrossovers, exchange I took part in. littleriri1148 requested a Twilight/HP crossover with Hermione/Edward as the main pairing, not major OCC (I hope I managed to maintain their character but due to the story's plot, it's due that some OOC would occurred. Sorry about that!) and preferably Hermione wouldn't be related to Bella. We had 2 months to write the story but due to some real life issues I only had a month and just five days before the day I was supposed to sent the story to my beta for this story, I got a new, better idea and I completely erased the previous story (more than fifteen pages!) and wrote this instead! Her prompts were: forbidden, hope, pieces, time, midnight, lost. I used them all!

The plot is basically about Edward and Hermione's time in Rio, and how their feelings progress, so it's mainly fluff.

A/N 2: Even though the events in HP world took place in the nineties, for the sake of this story they took place in the 2000's, okay? During New Moon and ten months after DH.

Hope you'll like it! It's my first M rated story, I hope I did it justice! Oh and Hermione is NOT related to Bella, as littleriri1148 requested!

*All the local foods and drinks mentioned are real as is Emporio, the bar Hermione visits. I only used the name though. Again I own nothing!

And before I forget, this is my first rated M story for a good reason. I will post at each chapter warnings but keep in mind the rating, please.

Thanks to mutlu134 for betaing this!

Chapter 1

"Don't do anything stupid... Keep yourself safe..."

The tall young man stared at the blazing sun from his wide window, his right hand tightly clasping the cream colored curtain, holding it to the side so he could look outside to the busy city. He could see the tiny people on the sidewalk below, walking nonchalantly, chatting on their cellular phones or with friends and not knowing that just above them, hidden away in a luxurious suite of the hotel, was a monster; someone who could kill them in a heartbeat.

His butter colored eyes tightened as he looked up and stared right at the enormous statue of Jesus Christ. The Messiah...

Too bad he was too far gone for any kind of saving...

…A soulless creature…

…a bloodthirsty monster who dared to think that he could find his salvation in the form of a petite, brunette angel that stole his heart and made him feel true happiness for the first time in almost a century. But he forgot what he was... he forgot that he could not possibly stay with her. He was far too dangerous, far too much of an animal, a beast...

Heavy lids slid close, veiling the golden orbs that were filled with inner turmoil and pain. The stinging sensation was a constant companion of him these past few months (months? He could have sworn it had been years since he last saw her soft, shy smile and warm chocolate eyes that never failed to make his dead heart stutter) but unlike humans, he wasn't capable to shed his hot tears. So his pain stayed hidden, tearing him from the inside out.

He took a step back, releasing his iron grip on the curtain. He sat heavily on his king sized bed, his elbows resting on his bent knees and his face hidden in his hands as he tried desperately to forget her heart-broken gaze, her sad and broken face as he said good bye. He tried to forget for just a fleeting moment.

Christ, she truly believed him! How could she have believed his lying words when he made it so clear that she was his world? But, it was for the best... She would never let him leave if she knew his feelings for her. He needed to leave her for her to live her life properly; to stay safe, grow old, and raise her own family.

To his shock, Rosalie was very supportive of his decision. Well, she didn't openly say it, but her thoughts were approving. She never liked Bella because she knew what she was so willing to give up. She was, in the blonde vampire's eyes, throwing her life away for a silly crush.

Bella was only seventeen and he was her first and only boyfriend. Too young to be sure that he was the love of her life. And in some ways, she was right, but he knew that he would never forget her.

He sighed deeply and looked up. He was startled to notice that the sun was almost completely set and he could see the first rays of moon light.

To him and all of his kind, time was a feeble thing. Decades could pass by, and they wouldn't even realize it. When you live forever, you learn to measure time by your memories and not days, months or even years. After all they had already lived so many Januarys, Augusts… etc.

He looked at the Christ's statue once more before he grabbed his leather jacket and abruptly left the room, anxious to find something to distract him of his pain.

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"Are you sure you don't want us to come along?" the short, blonde woman asked as she eyed her only daughter with concern. The wizarding war had ended almost a year ago and she and her husband were very angry at her. She had gone ahead and wiped their memories and sent them to another continent to keep them safe.

Yes, they understood her reasons. She wanted to keep them safe since it was a certain fact that her enemies would try and harm them so they could get their filthy hands on her or her dear friend, Harry Potter. They could not even fathom what would happen if they, or she, died before the war ended or before she managed to locate them and remove the charms. They would never know they had a daughter. They would die in ignorance...

They were mad at her for a long time; almost six months. She had gone back to Hogwarts to give them some space and time.

Until one day they received an owl from Harry (he and Ronald came frequently to visit since they had become an extension of the Granger family. Harry especially was like the son they always wanted but never had and the boy himself felt like he had found a new set of loving parents) that contained a book written about the Golden Trio's female part, the most brilliant young witch of the century and the Muggle Born Princess.

She and Richard read it in a fortnight and were shocked and terrified from what their little girl had gone through and kept secret. Hermione never revealed what part she had in the war or what exactly happened to her. She was always vague and managed to subtly change the subject before they could learn more.

When Helen and Richard read that she had been tortured almost to death by a psychotic bitch, and that she was carved and marked, that she in all honesty had saved Harry and Ron's lives again and again they were both proud and horrified; their baby girl almost died!

They had called Harry and demanded to be taken at Hogwarts.

Needless to say, Hermione was utterly shocked and rendered speechless when she saw her parents. They had fiercely hugged and kissed her, all the time reprimanding her, muttering about that bitch that dared to harm their princess. She was grounded for a year and they finally made up.

Hermione was more than happy. She refrained from pointing out that she was an adult in both the wizarding and Muggle world, therefore they couldn't ground her. But if accepting their punishment meant she was forgiven, she was more than happy to accept.

So now, here she was. Her parents had contacted the headmistress and asked for a special permission to whisk Hermione to a trip to celebrate their twenty year anniversary. They had decided to visit Brazil, specifically Rio de Janeiro for a week before they went to Paris and Hermione back to her school. She was excited to visit the foreign country and especially to find the magical community.

They had just arrived and her parents were dead on their feet, her mother's sleek blonde hair (unlike her daughter's crazy hair, courtesy of her father) was plastered to her forehead. The heat was unbearable and the air wasn't helping them.

Hermione, though, was giddy. Almost jumpy, she had a strong pull to go out and walk around. She was already dressed in a peach colored silk tank top that clung to her curves, skinny dark blue jeans, dark brown flats and a short sleeved brown jacket. She matched it with golden peace sign earrings, a flower shaped ring and a dark grey bracelet with sparkly bits. Her hair was pulled to a high pony tail, a few rebellious frizzy curls hanging loosely around her heart shaped face and her beaded bag that carried her wand, wallet (with both Muggle and wizard money) and her cell phone. She also took a hotel card in case she got lost and needed to show it to a cab driver. Highly unlike her, but still, after the war she always took care of any possible outcomes. A habit, you could say...

"Yes mum, I'm sure," she sighed deeply as she hugged her mum and dad tightly. "Don't forget that I can take care of myself! Don't worry! Go have some rest!"

"Make sure you are back before eleven," her father chirped and she raised an eyebrow.

"We have late night reservations for dinner."

"Okay!" she shook her head, and after a kiss, left. She rubbed her temples as she pressed the button of the elevator. The doors opened with a ding and she stepped in and pressed the basement button. The heavy doors closed slowly, just as the door next to her parent's room opened and out stepped a tall, bronze haired young man.