Dorienn: Thanks for being my first reviewer. I love having Jake as an overprotective brother, it just suits him. I hope you like this chapter and please review. Thanks.

I know these chapters aren't very long, and I'm sorry for that, but two chapters in two days cannot be called bad.

I just wanted to clarify for anyone who thinks I am being horrible to English people in any of my chapters, I don't mean for it to come off that way. I mean, I am English myself to that wouldn't work. It works the same way for when America comes into it. I'm sorry if I get anything wrong as I am not from there.

Alright, now here's the next chapter.

Pre Hogwarts

Hermione

I took a deep breath as I stepped off the plane, collecting my bag from customs and then making my way into the bitter English weather. A shout drew my attention away from my feet and, turning, I saw two blobs of red and one blob of black racing towards me.

None of them had changed much since the last time I saw them. Ron was still as gangly as ever, his red hair messy but no where near as messy as Harry's. Harry was still the same tall, but not as tall as Ron, bespectacled lad of fifteen. And Ginny was still stunningly beautiful, with long, auburn hair and bright chocolate eyes.

"Mione," Ron yelled.

"She can hear you," Ginny snapped back, rubbing her ear, "She's not deaf."

I laughed at their antics; it was always like this. I grinned at Harry as he approached and we both took the arm of a squabbling Weasley.

"How's America?"

"Warmer than this," I replied in my soft American burr, which really stood out against their harsh English accents. "But I wouldn't exactly call it warm."

"And the tribe?"

"Same as ever," I sighed, "Still ridiculously overprotective."

"Did you hear that they're having a family day this year?" I shook my head. "Yeah, it's happening some time in November, where families – even Muggle ones – can come to Hogwarts for a day to hang out with their kids. We will finally get to meet the Quileute's we've heard so much about."

I giggled. "I have something to show you as well when we get somewhere quiet."

The other three nodded and we moved in silence over to Mr. Weasley's flying green car. It was exactly the same as his blue car from second year. That man never learnt.

"Hop in," a longhaired Weasley that I remembered vaguely as Bill Weasley commanded us. He held out a hand. "I'm Bill, by the way."

"Hermione."

"I know," he replied with a nod to Ginny and Ron. "They wouldn't shut up about you coming. It got even worse after Harry arrived. Well, here we are, dinner is in two hours."

We nodded silently as we followed Bill into the house, where the rest of the Weasley's (minus Charlie, who was still in Romania) were congregated. After 'how do you do's?' and 'It's so nice to see you again's' we managed to escape into garden, where we sat down around the lake, dipping our feet into the water.

"So what did you need to show us?" Ginny asked, seemingly bursting from excitement.

I cleared my throat dramatically and stood, grinning at them. I concentrated hard, squeezing my eyes shut and breathing narrowly. A moment later I felt my body beginning to shrink, becoming smaller and smaller until I became a slight version of Jake's wolf form. Gasps followed this from my three best friends and I let out a happy bark before changing once more.

"I thought all Wolves ripped their clothing when they changed," Gin remarked quietly, "And became freakishly tall."

"I guess it's slightly different with girls," was my unsure reply. "It probably has something to do with privacy so we keep our clothes and we're not 'freakishly tall' as you put it. Anyway, Leah Clearwater is the only other female Wolf. Henceforth, the overprotective nature of our tribe."

"She's not related to Penelope Clearwater is she?" Gin asked with a small smirk on her lips as she glanced in the direction of the Burrow, where Percy was seated. She was clearly thinking of her first year, when she had caught Percy and Penelope in a slightly…compromising position. My first memory of the girl, however, was seeing her in the library that same year after I had found out what was in the Chamber of Secrets. She had been the first person to greet me after I'd woken up, and we'd gone down to the Great Hall together.

"Distant cousins, I think," I replied with a small nod, "But I can't be certain."

"Dinner time," Molly Weasley's matronly voice yelled out the door and the four of us rose, ready to taste some of Ron and Ginny's Mum's famous cooking.

"Oh, and guys?" They turned. "Please don't tell anyone about my shape shifting form."

"We won't," Ginny promised immediately, grabbing my hand as we walked inside, laughing gleefully as the twins childish antics.

XxX

Jasper

"So this is England," Rosalie muttered quietly, glancing with distaste out of the large windows in Headmaster Dumbledore's office.

The dark grey clouds swirled overhead, promising to pour rain down on our heads if we were so foolish as to go outside. The grass was a luscious emerald colour, much the same colour as the flames in a fireplace once Floo powder had been dropped in, and they were just as unruly. The Gamekeeper's hut was like a tiny elf's house against the forbidding trees of the Forest behind it and the Black Lake lay like a gloomy shadow next to it, stretching for as far as the eye could see (and for Vampires that was a long way).

"It's not that much worse than Forks," I replied quietly. Murmurs of assent followed this pronouncement.

"The Sorting, if you will," Professor Dumbledore stated from behind us. Turning we saw the elusive 'Hat' that they had been talking about (or so I'm guessing) sitting innocently on a stool in front of the wizened old man. Confusion clouded my features, and from the emotions I could feel from my family, theirs too.

"What do we do?" Alice asked, reaching out to poke it lightly, jumping backwards with a gasp as it moved its peak slightly.

"You place it on your head, child," Dumbledore smiled almost mysteriously, though I didn't get what could be mysterious about a hat.

"I'll go first," I sighed when she still didn't move. I could hear the Sorting Hats voice in my head though I wasn't sure how. It was obviously some sort of magical instrument but how did whoever enchanted the hat get it to actually speak to the students.

Hmm, very clever…you could be a Ravenclaw. However, I see a slyness in you that could only be from Slytherin. You loyalty knows no bounds, a Hufflepuff trait for sure, but…

"Gryffindor," I spoke to it in my head, unsure of how but knowing almost instinctively what to do. I wasn't sure why I was hell-bent on being a Gryffindor but it was like there was a voice in my head screaming at me to pick it. And I knew I must.

Well, yes, Gryffindor would be a remarkable option, but I think…

"Gryffindor," I repeated out loud, not caring who heard. To be fair Edward could probably hear the whole conversation and Alice would already know the outcome.

As you wish…better be "Gryffindor."

XxX

Hermione

The week passed in relative relaxation. We didn't really do much except sit around the House reading and playing Wizards chess. We would have gone out by the Lake but after that first day it just rained, never letting up for an instant. Fortunately Mr. Weasley's car could fly and so we had no trouble getting to the station. Also, this car's invisibility booster actually worked and no Muggles saw us.

"Ron? Harry? Hermione?"

Neville Longbottom's voice assaulted us the moment we stepped onto the platform and we were whisked away from the other Weasley's to greet our fellow Gryffindor. Seamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas were with him, and Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil joined us moments later, the former of the two giggling flirtatiously at Ron. Gin left us to chat to some of her fellow fourth years and so, after a quick farewell to the Weasley's who had accompanied us, we found our own compartment on the train and settled down to chat about our summers.

"So how's the Clan?" Parvati asked me almost instantly. They had asked me this every year since they found out that I was part of the Quileute Tribe and our main aim was to destroy Vampires.

"They're fine," I replied with a small roll of my eyes. "They're the same as always, although I'm certain Seth's grown another couple of inches. I definitely feel like a midget next to them. Even Leah's taller than me and she's not even freakishly tall."

"Sounds interesting," was the dull reply before she immediately turned to Lavender to chat about some sort of new brand of make-up that apparently stopped even Vampire's from sparkling.

I frowned slightly, that giving me an idea. I pulled my notebook (one that I kept on me at all times) out of my trunk, with the help of Dean as I wasn't tall enough to reach it, and, after giving him a small nod of thanks, I began to write.