Hey everyone so this is my first fanfiction for Harry Potter/Twilight crossover and I am reposting all the chapters because I went through them all and broke up the paragraphs and fixed a lot of spelling and stuff. So if you all have time read through everything again, because I fixed a lot of stuff. But this is the same story, a Hermione Granger fan fiction, and over all I hope you like where this story is going. So please review and ENJOY! More chapters will be coming!
Chapter 1
*Hermione's point of view*
One year, one very long year has slowly passed by. The seasons changed; the bright green leaves are shriveling and falling in reds and browns. Once the leaves touched the ice covered ground the once autumn turns into a winter wonderland of winter, where the ice that carved itself around the corners of my window was nowhere near as cold and thick as the ice that formed around my battered heart. But as the snow melted away and spring started to come into bloom, my heart stayed frozen; forever cemented into the past. But not even the changes of the season could change me; I was still frozen, still broken. Time could only heal so much, and as my physical scars slowly faded, they will forever be present just like the mental scars that will forever haunt me every night in my dreams.
The war has been over for about a year and it was time for me to try to move on; actually let me re-phrase that the Order thinks that it is time for me to move on. So here I am, standing in the Seattle Washington airport. It was my choice to travel the muggle fashion instead of just popping over to America. As I waited for my bag to appear on the bag belt I could not help but think about why the Order decided to pick me for this particular mission. Harry and Ron were not that entirely thrilled when they learned that I was chosen to go overseas to investigate the rouge Death Eaters.
In one of Voldermont's last attempts at winning the war he sent over a few of his less loyal servants for unknown reasons, and it was my job to go and find the remaining Death Eaters and discreetly crush their plans and in doing so bring them back to the ministry for punishment. To be quite honest no one was particularly happy with me heading over, especially alone. Molly nearly pitched a fit, mostly because life was finally getting somewhat normal again. Ron and I had finally come to terms with our break up; it was more of a mutual agreement, but it didn't mean that didn't hurt any less. Especially since Ron was able to move on much faster than I. But it was for the best. We agreed to disagree leaving me alone while Harry was off proposing to Ginny at any moment and Ron was very happy with Lavender. However even with the disagreements that we all had during our travels, Harry and Ron had to agree that I had become one of the best spies/assailants the wizarding world had ever seen; and I was perfectly capable of taking care of myself.
Nevertheless as my thoughts were brought back into focus I watched as my black bag finally came out and round the belt. With my trusty little bag secured around me; I took my much larger bag and silently went to the nearest bathroom, where inside I quickly shrunk my bigger travel bag using a basic shrinking spell and carefully nestled it down into little bag that still had the handy expansion charm. While I was there I decided to do some quick freshening up since I had been on that plane for what seemed like forever. I could feel the bags under my eyes getting bigger and bigger. Once I was finished I took a moment to collect myself but instead I found myself just staring into the mirror. Taking a good hard look at the reflection in the mirror I could not help but wonder who was this girl staring back at me? The girl standing here now seemed so much different from the once shy and timid girl that I used to be. My hair had stayed mostly the same, except now I usually kept it pulled back into a low ponytail. The only major changes are the ones that I try the hardest to hide, my scars. Throughout the war I had obtained many scars and I try very hard to keep them hidden; the hardest being one of the last scars that I received after being held captive for nearly a month; the scars that now adore my face. It was a time that I really hate re-living and sadly the scars are a constant reminder of all the horrific events that happened to me. My only escape is an old pair of silver avider sunglasses my father used to wear; it helps to hide both my scars and the sadness and harshness that had ripped away at my once vibrant eyes. Spending far too much time in the bathroom I departed the airport and took a taxi to what my new home would be until I discover the where a bout's of all the Death Eaters; the forests of Forks Washington.
The drive to Forks was actually quite beautiful and as we got closer the forest was growing denser. The only downfall to this place was the weather; it was raining and from what the taxi driver told me that was the usual weather for this area, rain. I had just come from a country that rained constantly and deep down I was looking forward for some well needed sunshine, instead I was met with more and more rain. As I stared out the window my mind drifted off to faraway places and before I knew it I was snapped back to reality by the nice taxi driver who had said "miss" for most likely the fourth time, and with a sigh I realized that I was finally at my destination. After paying the driver and watching him pull away I came to the conclusion that this was going to one bloody hell of an unfortunate mission for me. I was standing in the pouring rain on the outskirts of a town called Forks wondering what in the world I should do first. "Better get to work." I said to myself, making my way into the dark woods. But as I disappeared within the trees I was unaware of the hooded figure what was also standing in the rain alone; vanishing as a crack of lighting blinded the sky.
To Be Continued…