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I'm sorry it took me so long to update. I've been sick and seven days of testing. I really hate tests!

Chapter 2

"Very funny. I'm not naïve. There's no such thing as magic." Jacob said.

"Why can't there be magic? You're a werewolf, idiot." He said to himself.

"Many muggles feel that way. I'll prove it to you."

"Okay. I'm looking forward to this."

The girl pulled out the same stick that she had before. Jacob heard her mutter "Expecto Patronum" and a burst of light erupted from the end of the stick in the form of…an otter. He knew from the fifth book that Hermione Granger's patronus was in the form of an otter.

"Do you believe me now?" she asked as the white animal dissipated.

"Yeah. So, all this crap is real?"

"Was real. The war ended a few months ago."

So the war had ended. Did that mean that everything else had happened like it happened in the book?

"I know you probably don't want to talk about it, but who died?"

"Well, we won, but at a great price. For one, Fred Weasley. He was a great wizard. Dumbledore was murdered in our sixth year. Remus Lupin and his wife Tonks were killed. They left their poor baby boy all alone. But Teddy lives with Harry in Grimmauld Place during summer. When Harry goes back to school, Teddy is going to live with Andromeda. Severus Snape died. His life was so tragic, but you'd know all about that wouldn't you?"

Jacob nodded. Hermione continued.

"The Death Eaters lost more than we did. Draco Malfoy is absolutely alone now that both of his parents were sent to Azkaban. I feel really bad for him. Voldemort is dead, thank Merlin. Mrs. Weasley killed Bellatrix Lestrange. I tell you, that woman should have been an Auror. Fenrir Greyback was killed. I can't really think of anyone else really important right now. Thinking of the war upsets me a little." Hermione said as a tear escaped from her eye down her cheek.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked."

"No, it's alright. Talking about it made me feel a little better. I haven't really talked about it since it happened."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Let's talk about something else now. How did you get here in Berkshire?"

"Well, since you told me your big secret, I guess I can tell you mine. I'm from Forks, Washington in the States. I'm a Quileute. In my tribe, we have this group of protectors. They can transform into wolves at will. I'm one of them. We fight vampires that could hurt our tribe. I don't know how I got here, honestly. I woke up and I was in the forest about an hour and a half walk from here."

"Wow. That's weird. And when I say something is weird it really is."

"Yeah. I know."

"Do you mind if I contact my Headmistress about this? She can consult with Professor Dumbledore's portrait. We might be able to find out how you got here and how you can get home."

"Yeah. That's fine," he looked out the window and saw that it was dark, " Shit! I have got to find somewhere to stay. It's really dark now. Do you know where I could stay?"

"You can stay here. We have a guest room. My friend can stay in my parent's room. They're away at a Dental Conference."

"Your friend? She said she was your cousin."

"That's what we tell people until we find out if they are muggles or not. She's actually my best friend besides Harry and Ron. Her name is Ginny Weasley." Hermione said.

"Oh. She's Harry's girlfriend, right?"

"Yes. So what do you say? Do you want to stay here?"

"Sure, sure. I would appreciate it, actually. My dad said that we have family over here somewhere, so I'll just stay until he gets in contact with them."

"Okay. I'll go and straighten up the room." And with that she walked out of the kitchen and shouted at Ginny, "Come on Gin! Jacob is staying the night. Help me out with the guest room!"

"Hey! Don't I sleep in the guest room?"

"Yes, but I think Jacob needs it more that you do."

"But all my stuff is in there."

"Well, you can move it to my room. We have the same shit, Ginny. I think you'll be okay."

"Shew. Fine, damn it." Ginny followed Hermione up the stairs, stomping all the way.

Jacob could hear the two girls exchanging a few words and Ginny moving her stuff to another room.

"So, what's the deal with that Jacob guy?" Ginny asked Hermione after Jacob had gone to bed.

Hermione told her everything that she had found out.

"Uhm, Herms. That's a really weird story. Do you believe him?"

"Yeah, I do. It is kind of weird, though. He isn't like Remus was. He doesn't have scars. And he said that there was a whole group of them, like a pack. He called them protectors. Maybe he's not a werewolf. What if he's an animagus?"

"That would seem more likely. He said his name is Black and that he has family here. Do you think he was related to Sirius?"

"It's not impossible. But he said he was Quileute."

"What's that?" Ginny inquired.

"It's a Native American tribe from the Pacific Northwest. They're known for their tribal stories." Hermione answered.

"How do you know that?" Ginny asked in bewilderment.

"Gin, I read a lot. You know this."

"Yeah. So, what do you think about him? He's hot isn't he?" Ginny asked.

"Who? Jacob?"

"Yeah. He's undeniably sexy."

"He is quite good-looking. He's got beautiful hair."

"I know. Merlin, I'd love to tug that hair while I'm "

"Stop, Ginny! I don't want to hear about your fantasies."

"That's only because I'm dating your best friend. You should date him. You and Ron are over now; you need to date again. And judging by the looks Jacob was giving you, he wants you real bad."

"Now, you're just being obtuse. You can be quite the idiot, Gin."

"I'm not an idiot. I just know what I see. And darling, I see lust in his eyes whenever he sees you. But there's also pain. You should talk to him. Maybe he was hurt by some cruel bitch back in the States."

"It's not my business, Gin. I will agree that he is pretty gorgeous. But, Gin, you know I'm a virgin. I'm not going to jump him if I get the chance. I have more restraint than that. You know me; I'm like the last person to do anything when it comes to expressing my feelings. Besides, I don't even know anything about his family."

Somewhere outside the door a floorboard creaked, causing the girls to become silent and grab their wands.

"Do you think that was Jacob?" Ginny whispered.

"I don't know. Stay here, I'll go check."

"Lumos." Hermione whispered before she opened the door quietly.

She snuck into the hall in time to see a large dark shape dodge into the guest room. It was too small and lithe to be Jacob. She heard low growling come from the room and a loud tearing sound.

"Jacob? Are you alright?" Hermione yelled as she burst into the room. She didn't get far though, seeing as she hit a solid concrete wall.

"I'm fine. You don't want to go in there. It's a bit messy. I'll clean it up in a minute."

"I don't think so, I've lived and fought in a Wizarding War. I've seen things no one should see. Whatever it is, I think my stomach can handle it." She pushed past him and gazed into the most bloody, gory thing she had seen since the Battle of Hogwarts.

"What did you kill?" She asked.

"A vampire. For some reason leeches are drawn to us. No matter where I go, vamps will always try to kill me."

"Well, there's no reason we still can't get some sleep. Scourgify!" She pointed her wand into the room and suddenly the room was clean. There was not a speck of blood or body parts anywhere. If someone had just walked in, they'd never know a vampire was just killed in the room.

"Do you want a different room or can you sleep in here?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, but I need some perfume. The kind you're wearing would do well. I can't stand this sickly sweet smell."

"Alright. I'll be right back."

Ginny, who was sitting on the bed chewing on her nails, stood abruptly when Hermione walked back in.

"Herms! Are you all right? I heard a tearing sound. Was it Jacob at the door?"

"No. It was a vampire. Jacob killed it. I had to clean the room. It was bad."

"Whew. You don't know how scared I was."

"I have an idea. Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Ginny said, "I hope you don't mind but I flooed Harry. He said he'd be right here."

Green flames erupted from the fireplace and Hermione's best friend, Harry Potter, stepped out with his wand drawn.

"We're fine, Harry. You can go back home now."

"Hello to you, too, Herms. I know you're okay. You're usually calm under pressure, but Ginny isn't. Gin, are you okay?"

"Yeah. I was just a bit scared. Jacob killed it, though."

"Good," Harry said, then he realized what Ginny had just said, "Wait, who's Jacob?"

"Jacob is a Quileute Native American."

"Okay, but that doesn't explain who he is."

Hermione explained what she knew about him. She told Harry everything Jacob had told her, but left out Ginny's assumptions.

"Okay. We've heard weirder stories in Charms and History of Magic. What about that guy that wanted nothing other than to burn at the stake? He was burned around ninety times." Harry said.

"Herms, you forgot the part where he wants to jump on you and claim you as his mate."

Hermione gave Ginny a death glare.

"Wait, he wants to mate with you?" Harry asked.

"No, he doesn't. That's an assumption, Gin. It's not funny."

Harry saw the blush on her cheeks. She liked this Jacob fellow. He could tell. She hadn't ever blushed that badly over Ron. He needed to meet this Jacob guy in order to approve.

"Where is he?" Harry asked.

"He's asleep in the guest room. Don't bother him. He just killed a vampire."

"Why did he kill a vampire?"

"Because it tried to kill him. You're going to be Auror, Harry. You know as well as anyone that if something tries to kill you, you should probably kill it." Ginny said.

"That's true. I still want to meet this guy, though."

"Fine then, Harry. Come by in the morning and you can meet him." Hermione said.

"Alright. I'll be back in the morning. Goodnight, love," he said as he kissed Ginny.

"Goodnight, Harry."

"Goodnight, Harry."