Author's note

Hey guys I have had this story on my computer for about a year now. I honestly don't remember when I wrote it and have decided to revise and post it. I've got it half way finished but am going to update only about once every few weeks while I work on my other stories.

This story is the first crossover I've ever written so please no flames. Also in this story, Hermione and Bella are cousins, Hermione's parents were both killed in her sixth year, Jasper and Alice were never together, the war was a bit more intense especially for Hermione, and there is no wolf pack although Jake and a few others do make appearances later on.

Warnings: Some bad language, possible lemons, and Dominate and Possessive males. If you don't like don't read.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Twilight.

Chapter 1 (Hermione's POV)

Innocence. Everybody is born with it. It's how we choose to live our lives that separate the good and the bad. However sometimes we are forced to do things in our lives that can cost us that inherent innocence because sometimes those things are detrimental for our survival. I learnt this the hard way. Through a war. A war that I was sucked into at an early age, all because of what I was, who I was, and who I was friends with. As much I should hate the events that have taken place in my life, be bitter towards the people that forced me to grow up at the young age of thirteen, and even turn my back on my kind and never practice magic again, I cannot bring myself to. If I had never found out I was witch, I would have never went to Hogwarts. If I had never went to Hogwarts I would have never met Harry and Ron and I cannot imagine my life without them in it. I am bitter, towards the war, towards Voldermort, hell I'm even bitter towards Albus Dumbledore for sending three teenagers on a mission that should have killed us.

I tried to move on. Tried to smile and act like everything was ok but it wasn't. I had seen things, done things, and had things done to me that no nineteen year old should have. My past haunts me in my dreams. I see friends and classmates die before my very eyes and I cannot do anything about it. England didn't have the same appeal as it use to. I felt truly and utterly alone there. Harry could tell. He can always tell when something is upsetting me so I wasn't surprised when he came into my room at the Burrow one evening and stated, "You're leaving." He was right. I had decided I was leaving. I couldn't stay there any longer or I was going to get worse. He didn't want me to go but he knew that I wouldn't heal as long as I stayed there.

So I made plans to stay with my uncle Charlie in America in a small town called Forks. Charlie and I had always been close. He was the only relative, besides my parents, who knows that I'm a witch and about the war. He didn't know any details but I told him the gist of it. He was ecstatic when I called and asked to come live with him. Charlie hardly ever shows emotions but I could tell from his voice that he couldn't stop grinning like an idiot.

So this is where I am now. Speeding down the road on my Ducati. Riding motorcycles has always been a secret pleasure of mine ever since Sirius had taken me for a ride during the summer of our sixth year. I knew Charlie wouldn't approve but he could get over it.

Forks was like a breath of fresh air. It was small and quiet. Just what I needed in order to heal. As I pulled into the familiar house that I use to visit every summer I was bombarded with the feeling of home and security, feelings that I haven't had since before Voldermort came back.

I sat on my bike just looking up at the house and basking in the warm feelings it gave me. That this whole town gave me. After a few moments I decided to go inside. I got off the bike and carefully set it up against the side of a tree to keep it out of the rain; I would put it in the garage later.

As soon as I stepped onto the porch and was about to knock on the door, it swung open and I was tackled into a giant hug. I spluttered for a moment and was about to reach for my wand when my attacker spoke (or more like squealed) in the voice of my younger cousin. "Hermione! Oh my god! I can't believe you're here! What are you doing here? How long are you here for? Are you ok? How have you been? Why haven't you wrote me back? I was worried sick. I thought something had happened to you. Where the…"

I laughed and gently pried Bella off of me to get a good look at her. She had grown up since the last time I saw her, which was about eight years ago. Her hair had grown out to just past her shoulders and her face had lost the baby fat that she had been plagued with since she was three. Her eyes were still the same brown that they had always been but they looked happier. Her lips were still oddly proportioned but that was just what made her Bella.

"Calm down Baby Bells. One question at a time please." I laughed again. Bella giggled and moved aside so I could go in.

"What are you doing here?" Bella asked again.

"Your Dad didn't tell you?" Seeing the questioning look I continued, "I'm moving in with you for a while. At least until I can find my own place."

Bella's face broke out into a huge grin and she hugged me tightly once again. When we pulled away Bella dragged me towards the door that lead to the living room and said, "Come on there is some people I want you to meet."

Inside the living room was five people that looked to be around our age. There was three males and two females. The two girls were complete opposites. The tall one had a beautiful figure, the kind that most models would kill for. Her hair was golden and hung in waves down to the middle of her back. The short girl looked like a pixie. There was no other way to describe her. She was extremely thin, with small features. Her hair was a deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction.

Of the three guys one was big—muscled like a body builder, with curly dark hair. Another was lanky, less bulky, with hair that was such a strange color I couldn't name it. The last boy was the one that held my attention. He was the tallest and was leaner than the first but was still muscular. He had honey blonde hair that fell in waves down to just above his eyes. Eyes that looked at me with so much emotion I couldn't place all of them. They were filled with possessiveness, love, adoration, and happiness. He looked at me like I was the sun, and I didn't understand why but that didn't mean I didn't like it. I felt a pull to him that I had never felt before and it scared me.

They were all different and yet exactly the same. All of them was chalky pale, paler than Draco Malfoy whose skin color is almost white. They all had very dark eyes despite the range in hair tones with dark shadows under those eyes—purplish, bruise like shadows. The kind that you get from lack of sleep. All of their features were straight, perfect, angular.

But that's not what made me weary of them. It was that my magic went haywire the very second I stepped foot in the room. It was telling me that these five inhumanly beautiful people was in fact not human.

Bella went over to the boy with the strange hair color and placed a hand on his shoulder. The boy looked up at her, smiled and pulled her into his lap placing a gentle kiss to her neck. Bella giggled and said, "Hermione I want you to meet my boyfriend, Edward Cullen. Edward this is my cousin Hermione. She's going to stay with us for a while."

Edward stood up and gently placed Bella in the vacated seat before walking over to me and shaking my hand. I then felt someone trying to get past my Occlumency shields. I tightened them just in case and even added a few extras. Edward got a frustrated expression on his face before he gave me a small smile and said, "Its pleasure to meet you."

I smiled back in reply.

"This is Emmet Cullen." Bella pointed to the big guy with dark hair, who stood up from his seat and pulled me into a big bear hug. I was shocked at first but quickly got over it and hugged him back. He seemed like someone I could get along with easily.

"I'm Alice Cullen and this is Rosalie Hale." The pixie like girl said brightly pointing to the other girl with golden hair. Alice bounced over to me and gave me a hug. Rosalie stayed seated and didn't even acknowledge my existence. I didn't mind though. If she was going to be a bitch I could be a bitch right back.

The last boy the one with honey blonde hair walked over to me, raised my hand to his lips, and gave it a gentle kiss. I felt a spark of electricity run through me when he touched me. He gave a breathtaking smile and I couldn't help but smile back. "I'm Jasper Hale." He said with a hint of a Texas drawl.

"It's nice to meet all of you." I said looking around at all of them. "Bella, where's Uncle Charlie?"

"Oh yea Dad had to go down to Seattle to help with a homicide case and I was going to go to stay with the Cullen's until he gets back but I can stay here with you." Bella said from her perch on Edward's lap.

"No don't cancel your plans just because I'm here. I'll be fine by myself." I would feel bad if she stayed just because of me.

"Hermione Jean Granger you are not spending your first night here alone. And besides I'm not sure when Dad will be back it could a week or two." Bella replied with a glare.

"I have an idea. Why doesn't Hermione join us at our house that way she won't be by herself and we can all get know each other." Alice chirped.

"Oh no that's…." I began but was interrupted by Alice saying, "I'll call Esme and let her know." And with that she flounced out of the room and into the kitchen.

I sighed and asked the room in general, "I'm not getting a choice in the matter am I?"

Jasper chuckled from beside me and said, "I'm afraid not. Once Alice gets her mind set on things it's best to just go along with it."

I sigh again and looked at Bella, "Where can I put my things?"

"In the bedroom next to mine. Make sure you pack enough clothes for about a week." I nodded and walked back outside. I went back over to where my bike was and made sure nobody could see me. I then pulled out my suitcases that I had shrunk and stuffed inside my jacket pocket before enlarging them. There was two large ones plus my handbag that had an undetectable extension charm placed on it that was filled with furniture and pictures.

I went back inside and was met with in the hallway by Emmett and Jasper. I smiled gratefully at them when they each took a suitcase from me. They were quite heavy.

I led the way upstairs and into my new room. It was very plain. The walls were white and the floors were dark wood. The only furniture was a king sized bed and a dresser. I would have to use some magic to decorate it and make it seem more me when I got back. I instructed the boys to lay the suitcases on the bed and told them I would be down in a second.

I opened the suitcases up and packed a duffle bag I had found in my closet with seven outfits, some underwear, and my toiletries before sending a quick Patronus to Harry, letting him know I was safe and to send me a letter later on.

When I went back downstairs the others were all watching T.V and talking. I laid my things next to the door before heading to the kitchen for a snack. I hadn't eaten since yesterday morning and even though I don't eat a lot since the war I was still a little hungry.

I was halfway through making a turkey and cheese sandwich when I felt someone watching me. My hand automatically went to my wand before I could stop it but I didn't draw it yet. I knew it was most likely one of the Cullens or Bella and I didn't want to have to explain why I was pointing a stick at their chest so I slowly turned around and was met with the deep golden eyes of Jasper Hale. I smiled at him and went back to making my sandwich.

"Are you from Texas?" I asked after a moment of silence.

Jasper looked at me with a confused face and I laughed, "I can tell by your accent."

Jasper smiled a crooked grin and replied, "I was born in Texas but moved after the Cullens adopted me. Most people don't notice my accent because it's hardly there anymore."

I smiled and took a bite of my sandwich before saying, "I've learnt to notice the small things." It was true. During Order training it was one of the first things they teach you. Every little thing could be vital.

"Are you two ready?" Edward called from the hallway.

Jasper and I walked back to where the others were and just as I was about to bend down to get my bag a pale hand beat me to it. I looked up and saw it was Jasper. "You don't have to carry that I can get it."

Jasper waved me off and replied, "It's alright I've got it." I shrugged and followed the others outside. There was a shiny silver Volvo sitting in the driveway that I had not noticed before. I turned and started walking towards my car before a cold hand grabbed my arm pulling me back. "Where are you going?" Jasper asked curiously.

"Uh…to get my bike. There's not enough room in that car for all of us so I was just going to follow you guys."

"I don't think so. There's room." I tilted my head to the side in question, much like a dog would, it was a habit I picked up from Sirius and also my animagus form, which was a wolf.

Jasper smiled at me and went behind the car to put my bag in the trunk before sliding into the backseat. Emmett nudged me gently from behind towards the car and motioned for me to climb in. I was still skeptical about the car being able to fit all of us but decided 'what the hell'. I climbed in and slid into the middle seat.

Suddenly Jasper grabbed me by the hips, placed me gently on his lap, and wrapped his arms around my waist. I tried to protest and move back to the middle seat but before I could Emmet was already in it with Rosalie sitting next to him. Alice was in the driver's seat and Edward had Bella on his lap in the passenger's. I huffed because I really didn't feel comfortable sitting on a stranger's lap.

I leaned back against Jasper's chest and sighed quietly in contentment, because let's face it he makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside and he was quite comfortable. When we got to their house I was amazed. It was much bigger than I expected, probably the size of Grimmauld Place, but was much more beautiful and open. I met their parents, Carlisle and Esme and spent an hour or two talking before I went up to the guestroom I was using located on the third floor next to Jasper's room. I changed into an old Quidditch jersey of Harry's that had 'Potter' written on the back and the Gryffindor lion on the front and a pair of Charlie's old sweats before climbing into bed for what I hoped was going to be a dreamless sleep.

Author's note

I know its long, almost 14 pages on Microsoft Word, but I hope it's alright. This is my first crossover so please review and let me know what you think.

-Beck

P.S: Please keep in mind that I am not going to abandon my other stories. They are going to be my priority but I'm going to revise this story and post chapters every few days or so.