Hello! This is kind of weird for me. My first Twilight AND my first crossover! We'll see how this goes, I guess...

Well, I got the idea for this story when I was thinking about the first quote I have written below this AN, and the rest just came from there. Here we go!

Just a quick point-I am not a fan of the Twilight movies, but the books were okay...

Disclaimer-I don't own a single thing. Not Harry Potter, which belongs to JK, not Twilight, which belongs to Meyer, and not any of the quotes, whose respective writers/speakers are credited just below each one. Enjoy. ^^

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"My mental project that fall was a study of all the hands of the classroom. It was my current theory that hands were the most revealing part of the human body-far more significant than the eyes." -Jacob Have I Loved, Katherine Patterson

"Men should have rough hands and be strong"-Scott Caan

"The hand is the visible part of the brain."-Immanuel Kant

"Often the hands will solve a mystery that the intellect has struggled with in vain." -Carl Jung

He was showing his love, and that's how he hurt his hands.-The Hand Song, Nickel Creek

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"You're transferring me to America?"

There was a bit of an awkward silence as Hermione's boss, Mr. Kelso, the head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, tried to decide how to put it lightly.

"Only for a year," he said finally.

"But I don't want to move to America," Hermione replied. "Mr. Kelso, I'm the head of the Being Division! You can't send me away!"

"The American office needs a Being Division Secret Agent!" Mr. Kelso exclaimed. "You're always complaining about how you never get to do anything on your own-this is your chance! Plus," he shuffled some papers on his desk. "It will give you a chance to study the shape-shifters the area has to offer."

"Shape-shifters?" Hermione said, eyes wide. "Shape-shifters died off years ago."

Mr. Kelso made a face like he knew he'd won. "Not these ones. Apparently, they sprung up again once a coven of vampires moved in.

"Which Coven?" It was Hermione's job as the Head of the Being Division to know every coven of vampires around the world.

"The Cullens," Mr. Kelso stated.

Hermione nodded. They had recently had a new edition to the coven, a Miss Isabella Swan Cullen, married to Edward Cullen.

Hermione made a strained face. "Fine. I'll do it. It's not like I have anything left for me here, anyways."

Mr. Kelso smiled. "That's it, kid. You need some time away from London. Just because I'm your boss doesn't mean I don't worry about your personal life."

Hermione sighed. "I know. Thanks. I'm going to go home and begin packing up, then."

"No need," Mr. Kelso replied. "Once you sign this form, stating that you understand your duties, your belongings will be transferred to your knew home. Your only job is getting there."

Hermione nodded. "Alright. I'm going to go get a few things I want with me, then I'll come back and sign. I want to spend the night with the Weasley's, so I can say goodbye to everyone. It's kind of sudden."

Mr. Kelso nodded. "Right. I'll see you in a bit, then."

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Well, here she was. Out on the porch in the dark, standing with a fuming Ron, who was still trying to create a comprehensive statement in reply to her big, rather abrupt news.

"You're moving."

Hermione sighed, but refrained from saying anything provoking. His hands were clenching his wineglass angrily, and Hermione figured that with just a little bit more pressure the glass would explode all over the both of them.

"Yes."

"Why?"

She sighed again. "I've already explained. It's for my job. If I don't do this, I lose my job. Plus, it's a really great experience! Come on, Ron. You've got to understand that. You move with the Chudley Cannons all the time."

He shook his head. "This is different. I don't move, I travel. The Cannons are a part of my life. You could get a different job."

"It's not any different!" Hermione exclaimed defiantly. "You know how much I love my job. And...you could think of it as traveling. I'll only be gone for a year."

"But a whole year," he whispered, shaking his head.

"Why do you even care?" Hermione replied, almost angrily. "Lavender's been itching for me to move out of our place for forever now so you would have your own place when Harry moves in with Ginny...shouldn't anything that makes your girlfriend happy make you happy, too?" Even she noticed how bitter she sounded. She couldn't help it. She hated Lavender for taking Ron from her.

Ron shook his head. "It doesn't make me happy. I can't believe you'd even say that." He glanced at her from beneath his eyelashes. "You're still one of my best friend's, Hermione."

"Right."

It happened. His hands clenched angrily and the wine glass exploded all over the both of them.

Hermione sighed. "Come here."

He did as she said, refusing to look at her.

"Hold out your hand."

He did that, too, and Hermione began to remove the little glass shards embedded in his flesh.

"You shouldn't get so angry like this. I'm not always going to be there to fix the aftermath."

"You could be."

Hermione shook her head. "I'm taking the job, Ronald."

He looked devastated, like he'd finally accepted that he'd lost.

Hermione couldn't bring herself to look at him. "I'll visit on holidays. And special occasions."

This brought a small drop of hope back to his face. "And you'll write?"

"Every day, if you'd like," Hermione said, very quietly.

He chuckled. "I wonder what Lavender will have to say about that."

The small smile that had begun to form on her lips vanished at the name. She finished healing his hand and turned to stare out over the yard once more. "She won't be happy with that. I'll restrict myself and only write a couple of times. When necessary."

Ron pulled Hermione abruptly into a tight hug. "Just ignore her. I want you to write me whenever you want. I do still love you, Hermione."

Her heart clenched, because it wasn't the kind of love she felt. "I love you, too, Ron," she whispered, tears forming in her eyes. And then she had to pull away. She smiled at him and patted his arm.

"Goodnight, Ron."

He looked sad, but also reassured, knowing Hermione was upset about this as well.

"Can't you even think about staying?"

"What do I have here to stay for, anyways?"

"Family."

"My family's dead, Ronald."

"I'm your family, aren't I? And Harry? And Ginny? And the twins and my parents and-"

"Goodnight, Ron."

He sighed. "Goodnight."

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Hermione returned to the Weasley abode shortly after she signed all of her things over to the American Ministry. Everyone was asleep. She slid into bed, wanting to be well rested for her rather large apparition the next day, all the way to America.

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"Ah, you must be Miss Granger."

"I am she," Hermione replied, smiling graciously at the tall, blonde man before her. Her new boss.

"You were recommended to me automatically when I asked for a Private Detective. I understand you assisted Mr. Harry Potter in the destruction of Lord Voldemort?"

"I did," Hermione replied.

"Very nice," the man replied. He stood and held out a hand to her. "I am Mr. Brock, the Head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, American Division. Your new boss."

Hermione shook his hand and smiled graciously. "Pleasure to meet you. Hermione Granger, previous head of the Being Division of the British Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures."

"Nice meeting you," he responded. "Have a seat, please."

"Thank you."

Mr. Brock shuffled some papers and shoved them into a folder, handing them to her across the table. His hands were white, his fingers long. He wasn't accustomed to much work. She couldn't really tell how trustworthy he was. "You are the new Private Detective of the American Being Division," he said. "This is all of the work collected by our previous Detective, whose circumstances will not allow him to work for us any longer. I ask that you study that, and then this." He handed her another stack of papers, stapled together and in a manilla folder. "This is your assignment for the year you're with us. It's really very self-explanatory, but if you do have any questions, you may owl me directly."

Hermione smiled, neatly placing each folder into her purse. "Thank you, sir. I shall read these over tonight."

Mr. Brock grinned. "I'm sure it'll be a pleasure working with you, Miss Granger. Now, all of our Private Detectives, a total of three, including you, if you wanted to know, receive a car for working with us. Here are the keys." He held them out. "Apparating isn't generally used in this area due to the unstable magical boundaries in America, with all of the different creatures we have. This is the address of the family you will be staying with. All of your things have been sent there."

He handed her the slip of paper and two sets of keys-one for the car and one, presumably, for the house of the family she was to be staying with.

She read the paper, finally discovering her location. She was in Seattle, Washington. Her destination-Forks.

She smiled at Mr. Brock. "Thank you, sir. I'll owl you with any questions."

He nodded. "I appreciate you accepting the job. Jack here will lead you to your car. Good luck, Miss Granger. I look forward to working with you."

"And you, Mr. Brock."

She shook his pale, clean hands, deciding that he wasn't trustworthy. Just by hands she could tell anything about a person.

She followed Jack out of the building and out into a parking lot. She thanked the man and got into the new car, setting off for the next year of her life.

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Hey, guys! Well, I hope you enjoyed my first cross-over! Please review and let me know what you thought! I'll have something new posted soon! ^^