CHAPTER ONE
Summary: Hermione is running. She is running from rogue Death Eaters bent on revenge, the fame that surrounds her after the war and an overbearing ex-boyfriend and his mother, insisting that they marry, regardless of her ex being a cheating weasel. She finds a quiet town in the States and meets a handsome young man, one that gives her a new outlook on life and a new love. The kind of love she had craved. Rated M for bad language, violence and sexual content.
Disclaimer: I do not own canon events and characters, they belong to J.K Rowling and Stepenie Myers. I am not making a profit from writing and posting this fanfic. As for the descriptions of appearances for the Twilight characters, all my research is based on the books and not the movies.
AN: Obviously the time difference for this is an issue, so let's just imagine the Harry Potter time line happened later, to coincide with Breaking Dawn 2006, so the characters were born eight years later, 1986-87. I have also changed Seth's age by a year, instead of him being fifteen, he's now sixteen, just to make the age gap smaller.
Tuesday 23rd May 2006
Hermione lay sprawled out on her bed in the bedroom of the magical tent she had purchased. She stared up at the bland ceiling with tears silently falling down her face. She felt anger, despair, betrayal. The reason for those feelings? Ronald Billius Weasley.
The war had been over for thirteen months and in that time the Wizarding World put itself back together, mourned their losses and began to move on. Businesses now thrived, Hogwarts was once again shaping the next generation of witches and wizards, marriages and pregnancies flourished, Death Eaters were captured and crime was on the down thanks to the remarkable work of the Law Enforcement Department. The Ministry was no longer corrupt, every employee had undergone a thorough background check and if you were found to have been a Voldemort sympathizer, you either lost your job or you were demoted and observed closely until you had proven yourself worthy of the position you once held, that was all thanks to Kingsley Shacklebot, the new Minister of Magic, officially voted in last month.
Whilst Harry and Ron went straight into auror training and hlelping to track and capture the Death Eaters that had escaped the Final Battle, Hermione had returned to Hogwarts to complete her NEWTs, which wasn't so bad in the sense that she was eighteen and technically an eighth year. Due to that fact, Hermione and her fellow eighth years didn't have the same restrictions as the rest of the school. She could apparate home on the weekends, she could visit Hogsmeade any day she wanted as long as it wasn't during class time, she didn't have a curfew, she had access to the restriction section of the library and she and the other eight years, had been given their own common and dorm rooms to share. Only twelve eighth years had returned and most of the time they had gotten along.
Every student with the exception of the new first years, had to not only repeat the material from the year before due to the poor education they got during Voldemort's control, they also had to learn the material for their expected year. That was where Hermione and other eighth years were lucky, they only had to repeat their seventh year, and so whilst most of the school was in lessons, she only had to attend lectures for seventh years and the rest of the time she had independent study. At the end of the year she had come out with twelve NEWTs at O level.
Before Hermione returned to Hogwarts she and Ron had started dating. They would write to each other during the week, though her more than him, and she would see him on the weekends since she lived at The Burrow with Molly and Arthur, Ginny, Harry and Ron. Things had been going well with them, or at least she thought they had. It was three months into the relationship when she gave Ronald her virginity and three weeks later, news about their relationship and sexual exploits were all over The Daily Prophet.
Things had only gotten worse from there, when she returned home for weekends Ron would insist that they go out for dinner, or for a drink, or to a club. Hermione had quickly understood that Ron had developed a taste for fame and where she preferred to avoid the press, Ron sought them out, posing enthusiastically, giving autographs and interviews without a second thought. He loved the limelight and Hermione hated it. This had started arguments. Ron had yelled at her, saying that she wasn't the same Hermione, that she was duller, sadder and that she needed to learn to have fun. They had been through a war, her parents had been murdered, she had been tortured, she had killed people, of course she wasn't the same Hermione. Things started going downhill really fast.
Two months later photographs of Ronald dancing and drinking with scantily dressed women started cropping up in The Daily Prophet. She had of course confronted him and he downplayed the situation, saying that nothing happened. Hermione took his word for it because the photographs only speculated what was happening, they didn't show the whole story.
Due to the build up of students, the eighth years took their NEWTs in March whilst the seventh years took them in June as normal, and so Hermione graduated March 31st.
Flash back...
Ronald had failed to show up for her graduation, Harry had been there and so had Mr Weasley. After the ceremony she retrieved her trunk and left Hogwarts for the final time. They all headed to The Burrow and Hermione noticed that Ron's hand was pointed to 'home' on the clock. She greeted Mrs Weasley and then went in search of Ronald, first through The Burrow, then through the grounds.
She was going to give up when she came to her final looking place, the tree house. Hermione climbed the ladder and she froze when she heard a noise, a grunt, and it was followed by a dramatic moan.
Hermione felt herself shaking as she heard a distinct slapping sound, followed by more moans. Without thought she climbed up onto the platform and she pushed the door open.
She felt bile rising in her throat, her stomach churned and her breathing stopped.
Ron was stood with his t-shirt creased, his jeans and boxers down his ankles and he grunted as he shagged the witch with her skirt up by her hips, her legs wrapped around his waist. Her top was missing leaving her in her bra and her hands gripped Ron's shoulders. Hermione's eyes moved upwards to see blonde hair and brown eyes. Lavender Brown.
She stumbled back and the noise caught both of their attention. Ron turned his head and his eyes widened.
"Hermione!" he yelled in shock. He removed Lavender's legs from around his waist before stepping back, dropping Lavender onto the floor and he pulled up his jeans and boxers, making his way towards her.
"No, stop!" Hermione spoke coldly. Her eyes devoid of any emotion, her features set hard and a sneer on her face.
Ron paled and he stopped.
"How long? How long have you been fucking her?"
"I..."
"How long, Ronald?" she snarled.
"Seven months," Lavender spoke with a smirk on her face.
Hermione's eyes narrowed on hers.
"I see. Well then, you can have my sloppy seconds. He wasn't that good in bed anyway," she turned and headed for the ladder.
"No, Hermione, I love you, me and Lavender are nothing, she means nothing to me. It's you I love, I'm sorry, I won't see her again. In fact, I have this to give to you," he fished in his pocket and pulled out a ring box, opening it to reveal a simple silver band with a solitaire diamond. She stared at him coldly.
"Marry me?"
"You can't marry her, I'm pregnant!" Lavender screeched. Ronald turned around looking pale and he dropped the ring on the floor. "Almost three months."
A dark laugh left Hermione.
"No, go and fuck yourself, better yet, there's the mother of your future child over there, go fuck her instead."
Hermione turned and she couldn't get away from him fast enough, so instead of climbing down the ladder, she jumped over the wooden railing of the platform, falling ten feet before landing on the ground, she landed on her ankle a little funny but she ignored it as she made her way back to the house. Ron was yelling as he tried to catch up to her and Lavender screeching at Ron.
She pushed the door open to The Burrow and stormed into the living room which was now filled with all The Weasleys, Bill and Fleur, Charlie and Percy, Fred and George, Harry and Mr and Mrs Weasley, who had all showed up to have dinner to celebrate Hermione graduating Hogwarts. Ginny was absent, still being at Hogwarts.
All talk stopped when they saw her face. Tears now poured down her face, her face flushed in anger, her hair sparking and her wand was gripped tightly in her hand.
"Mia, what's happened?" Fred asked her worriedly. Hermione had saved Fred's life during The Final Battle and since that day, she and the twins had formed a bond, they cared for each other and if she had a problem she couldn't talk to Harry about, she went to the twins.
"Ask him," she snarled, she whipped around with her wand pointing in Ron's direction as he entered the house, Lavender behind him.
"Hermione, please," Ron begged, looking very pale at the looks he was receiving, especially since Lavender was behind him and still without a top, not bothering to cover herself, much to Hermione's disgust.
"Tell them Ronald. Tell them how you've been cheating on me for seven months. Tell them how you've been fucking The Gryffindor Queen of Sluts behind my back. Tell them how you've slept with all those women you were photographed with by The Daily Prophet. Tell them how when I caught you shagging Lavender, you proposed to me. Tell them how she's nearly THREE FUCKING MONTHS PREGNANT!" she yelled, her wand arm shaking.
She heard gasps and exclaims of shocks.
"Is this true?" Harry asked Ron coldly.
"No, of course it isn't, Harry, we're mates, you know I'd never do that to Hermione."
"You fucking liar, I caught you with your pants down your ankles and her thighs wrapped around you whilst you fucked her into the wall of the tree house," she snarled, dropping her wand in favour of lunging for him. George quickly intervened, catching her mid-jump and pulling her to him and Fred, as they both wrapped their arms around her and shushed her as she let out screeches of betrayal, anger and despair.
Harry pulled his wand but was quickly restrained by Bill and Charlie, his arms pinned behind his back and the others watched in shock.
"I'm going to kill you!" Harry said darkly. "When they let me go, I'm going to fucking kill you." Ron paled further and took a step backwards.
"Hermione, we're still getting married, we talked about it."
She pulled away from Fred and George.
"Fuck off, Ronald, you are dead to me and now I have to go to St. Mungo's and get myself checked over. Who knows what I've caught from you?" she spoke coldly, before walking to the floo and stepping inside.
Fred and George had both threatened vengeance on Ron before following her to the hospital. She cried on them before getting herself checked over and she was given a clean bill of health. She headed to the floo and stopped when she realised she didn't have anywhere to go.
Fred and George rectified the situation by taking her back to their flat, telling her she could stay in their spare bedroom and Fred left to pick up the rest of her stuff from The Burrow.
Hermione had quickly decided that she needed to leave and she decided that she was going to help track down the rogue Death Eaters, though she had a different way of doing it. Kingsley and Harry personally gave her a crash course in being an auror, though it was easy for her after the war. Her reflexes were faster, her instincts were honed, her ability to cloak herself was amazing, her battle and duelling skills were outstanding. After a couple of weeks she left England, moving to America.
She used magical transportation because she wanted to be tracked, she had received many a death threat and she knew the rogue Death Eaters wouldn't miss a chance to take out Undesirable Number Two. She deliberately left trails, she never disguised herself, she signed autographs and took photos with those that recognised her and she used her real name and it worked.
On her way to America she had already captured three Death Eaters, sending word to Harry and Kingsley, who sent a team of aurors to retrieve them. She wasn't technically an auror, but she had an Order of Merlin: First Class, which gave her a lot of leeway. Hermione's plan was working well. There were less than fifteen Death Eaters left on the run.
Present time...
That was how she found herself in La Push, Washington, crying on her bed. She hadn't been there long, three days. She had pitched her tent in the woods of La Push. It was simple, though nicer than the tent they had used on the run.
The tent had six rooms. There were two bedrooms, her bedroom consisted of a queen sized bed, a bedside table and a wardrobe and chest of drawers. She hadn't bothered to decorate, leaving the room beige and cream with dark flooring and furniture. Her room was at the back of the tent. To the left of her room there was the bathroom, a sink, shower and toilet was all that it contained, still cream and beige. To the right of the bathroom was the second bedroom, slightly smaller than hers and also not decorated.
In the corridor leading to her room she had her make shift potions lab with orange-red walls, four cauldrons and a work bench, two cabinets on the wall, one filled with potion ingredients, the other filled with completed potions, potions that she would likely need – healing potions and salves, Polyjuice, things of that sort. She had wards up to keep the fumes of the potions from getting around the rest of the tent, especially the kitchen and her bedroom.
The living room was at the front of the tent, along with the kitchen since it opened up into one room. The living room consisted of one black couch and an arm chair, with a coffee table. She had two bookcases on the wall with all the appropriate Enlargement Charms on, to fit her growing collection of books. The kitchen was simple, a few cupboards, an oven, a worktop and a sink. She had decorated the kitchen a calming blue.
There was a reason she had chosen La Push and Forks. Aside from the reason that it was a small town and somewhere Ron would never find her, she had read a file at The Ministry that stated there was a coven of vampires in Forks and a pack of shape-shifting wolves in La Push. She had read the entire file front to back several times, absorbing all the information she could. She knew the pack of wolves protected the land and they never hurt humans, only vampires that came onto their territory. She disliked vampires, had since the Final Battle and it couldn't be helped, but if she stayed away from them she would be fine.
But having those magical beings around her, she would feel less isolated, even if they didn't know about her. She hadn't yet seen any wolves, but she knew it wouldn't be long. She didn't know how long she would stay in La Push for, but she would catch as many Death Eaters as possible whilst she was working on her anger.
Having Death Eaters chasing her helped her with that, her anger, she had an outlet, she knew they wouldn't hold back and so she didn't either. She had realised that she hadn't loved Ron, not like how she should've done. She loved him like a friend, and had for a while, it was likely why they always argued, they couldn't be more opposite. What made her angry was the fact that he had cheated on her for seven months of their relationship, no matter how shitty a relationship it was. He had cheated on her. He had lied to her. He had made her feel self-conscious due to the remarks he would make. He wasn't good for her, not as a boyfriend and not as a friend.
Hermione was brought out of her thoughts when she felt an alarm being triggered. It was set against Death Eaters and it looked as though another had found her.
A scary smile filled her features before she sat up and pulled on her white converse, to go along with her blue skinny jeans and her white jumper.
Hermione checked herself in the mirror. Her usually soft and kind features were set hard, determination on her face. Her ivory complexion held a few scars from over the years, most on her torso and left arm, but she had a few on her back, one on her neck and another on her left temple. She pulled her hair up onto the top of her head and grabbed her wand, heading out of the tent and she apparated a mile away from it, knowing they would pick up her trail. And they did.
She wasn't expecting two Death Eaters to be facing her, though they looked unkempt, their hair messy, dirt on their faces and black robes and they were missing their masks. Hermione recognised them. Lowel and Perce, two low level Death Eaters but they had caused a lot of damage during the battle.
"Mudblood!" Lowel spat.
She smirked, a coldness in her eyes. "Death Eaters."
She was outnumbered, she knew it and they knew it and the battle started. They didn't hesitate to use dark magic, where she only stuck to grey, though it did hurt a lot, not only because of the amount of force it crashed into them with, because Hermione was channelling her bottled up anger from the last eight years and putting it to use.
They had several cuts on their faces and bruises. Hermione was fairing better, despite being out numbered she was more battle experienced and smaller, she had power and agility on her side. She had a few tears in her jumper, scrapes on her hands and cuts on her arms.
She turned and ran through the forest, coming out on the beach which she had explored the night before. It was an open space, meaning they had more room to move and less of a chance of being hit.
Her feet hit the sand and she was fifteen feet in front of them, ducking spells and throwing them over her shoulder.
But she didn't notice the group of people on the beach before it was too late.