CHAPTER FOUR
Summary: Voldemort is dead but the war is not yet over, however, the light side is prevailing, even with the death of many major key players of the war. Hermione is forced to leave England and go into hiding, her fathers, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black leave with her. They leave for the States, a small town called Forks, which is said to be the safest place on Earth for her. But no one knew that the population of Forks included a family of Vampires and a pack of Shape-shifters.
Disclaimer: I don't own any canon events or characters, only those that I create. All rights go to J.K Rowling and Stephanie Myers. I don't make a profit writing or posting this fanfic.
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 Eclipse – 2006, so the characters were born eight years later, 1987-88. Also, I have changed the timeline for Twilight and New Moon, as well as a few others things, let's just go with it though.
As for the descriptions of appearances for the Twilight characters, all my research is based on the books and not the movies.
Thursday 5th October 2006
The Cullens
Edward and Alice frowned and dragged Jasper into the car.
"Why are you covered in blood?" Alice asked, staring at him fearfully.
"I'll tell you when we get home, there's something we need to discuss with the family, I didn't hurt anyone though, I promise," he said.
Edward listened to his thoughts and nodded. He turned back around and he drove out of the parking lot, flooring it home. He parked the car and they headed into their home.
Their house was all glass windows and doors, all opened planned with light and soft furniture, light wooden floors, a large expensive TV screen and a grand piano, expensive works of art and vases of flowers. That was just the living room.
Home was the one place they didn't have to hide who they were and so they didn't.
Esme, their mother, greeted them with the usual smile, hug and kiss to the cheek. Carlisle, their father, smiled at them having arrived home from work only minutes before. Emmet and Rosalie, their brother and sister, sat on one of the overly large couches together.
"We need to talk about something," Edward spoke.
Rosalie sighed. "Not Bella again, leave her be, Edward."
Edward frowned, he hadn't even thought of Bella since leaving Biology.
"It's not about Bella, it's about someone else."
"What now?" Rosalie growled.
"Rosalie," Esme scolded lightly. "Please continue," she said looking back at her three children.
"There's a new girl, Hermione Black."
Rosalie snarled. "She's not related to those Blacks," Jasper said and Rosalie seemed to calm down. "She moved from England with her family."
"How do you know?" Emmet asked with a smirk.
"Edward told me and I sat with her in History and Chemistry," he shrugged and they stared at him in disbelief and then they looked down at his shirt and finally noticed the red stain covering the white fabric.
"What happened?" Carlisle asked calmly.
"I didn't hurt her, I didn't want to," he frowned. "That's what we wanted to talk to you about. There's something different about her."
"Let's start from the beginning," Alice suggested and she took a seat on the couch next to Esme. "I was curious about the new girl and I wanted to see how her day would end," they rolled their eyes at her. "But I couldn't see her."
"What do you mean?" Emmet asked confused.
"I couldn't see her future. Not one possible outcome, it gave me a headache trying to think about her."
"That's impossible," Esme said confused.
"No, it's the same with the wolf pack."
"I can only sense her emotions if I am focusing on her," Jasper spoke and they turned to him. "Otherwise it's blank. Some emotions I can feel more strongly than others, but they're all diluted. It's as if they almost aren't there."
They looked at Edward.
"I can't hear her thoughts either, but it's not like Bella," the look on Rosalie's face told him to keep talking or he would lose something he was attached to, he didn't even bother reading her thoughts to know that. "I tried to read her mind and I could. But only for a few seconds and then I was suddenly thrown out of her mind, it hurt," he winced thinking back to the pain he had felt. "She looked around the room, as if she knew what had happened. When I tried to read her mind again all I could hear was static, like on a TV. She's in my Biology, I tried to read her thoughts all through class but I couldn't, it's like I'm being blocked."
"Why are you covered in blood?" Carlisle asked after a few minutes of silence.
"We have History together, when she sat down next to me I could smell her," they tensed. "She has the most pleasant scent I have ever smelt. It's like vanilla, honey and some kind of fruit. I panicked thinking I was going to screw up, but nothing happened and I actually find her smell comforting. We also have Chemistry together, someone knocked a beaker off the counter and it cut her palm," they tensed again. "Before I knew it, I was wrapping it in a cloth and taking her to the nurse's office," they started at him, clearly surprised by the news that he had resisted blood. "Her blood didn't appeal to me, I couldn't even smell it. It's not like the wolf pack, her scent is relaxing even. When I took her to the nurse I knew I wouldn't be able to hurt her. For some reason I don't want to hurt her. I feel comfortable around her, as if she were one of you."
"That's impossible," Carlisle whispered in shock. Jasper hadn't even had to resist the blood even when he was covered in it? He was the one finding the transition the most difficult.
"I feel like I'm in control when I'm around her," he started removing his shirt.
"Whoa there little brother, I said I wanted the strip tease later tonight, not now," Emmet winked. Esme and Carlisle chuckled, Jasper scowled and the others rolled their eyes.
Jasper threw his shirt at Emmet's face. "Smell it," he spoke.
Emmet raised an eyebrow, but did.
"It doesn't smell of anything," he passed it to Rosalie who frowned, before it was passed around the rest of the family.
"He's right; it doesn't smell of anything. There's nothing appealing or revolting about it." Emmet frowned. "At least we know no one will have the urge to kill her."
"Edward, what were you going to say?" Carlisle asked.
"Jasper's right, her smell... it's the most alluring thing I have ever smelt. It's nothing like Bella, it's so much better. With Bella I was always afraid of giving into my urges and killing her. I don't want that with Hermione, the thought of hurting her repulses me," he grimaced. "I saw some of the girls glaring at her because I was talking to her in class and I felt the need to protect her. I couldn't stop myself from moving closer," Edward confessed with everyone staring at him. "She intrigues me and for some reason her scent calmed me, it made me forget about the stress of the last year. When she spoke to me I forgot Bella was even in the same room and I just remember wanting her attention to be on me. I wanted to touch her, to be closer to her, I felt compelled to be near her."
Esme and Carlisle shared a look.
"She can't be," Edward said, catching their thoughts.
"She may be," Carlisle replied.
"Does someone want to explain what's happening? Not everyone can read thoughts," Emmet's deep voice interrupted.
"The girl, Hermione, we believe that she may be Edward's mate," Esme said looking happier than anyone had ever seen her, even when she met Bella.
"She's human," Rosalie growled.
"There's something different about her," Jasper and Edward both said without a doubt in their minds.
"Edward, what have you learned?" Carlisle asked. Jasper and Edward finally sat down.
"Hermione Black, she's a mystery. She kept to herself all day and has been vague when answering questions, if she answered them at all."
Jasper chuckled. "Newton's scared of her."
"For some reason when I asked her questions she gave me honest answers, or what seemed to be a shortened version."
"It's just your appearance lolling her in to a false sense of security," Rosalie said bitterly.
"It's not," both Jasper and Edward spoke.
"I smiled at her and she just blinked with a bored look on her face."
"When I laughed she looked at me like I was an idiot," Jasper said.
"She's right there," Emmet muttered.
"I heard that," Jasper responded.
"That is interesting, I haven't yet met someone immune to our charms" Carlisle responded.
"Back to the point," Rosalie sighed in annoyance.
"Her name is Hermione Black. She grew up in London, England. She attended a boarding school in Scotland from the age of eleven. She was educated there for six years, but was unable to attend her final year. Her family moved here because of work. She is highly intelligent, unnaturally so I would estimate."
"Why would you say that?" Esme asked.
"She carries three different coloured pens, separate notebooks for lessons and a pack of highlighters, all her notes are colour coded and she has a scheme. I learned that she isn't taking the mandatory language classes, because she not only speaks Latin, German and French, but also Mandarin, Spanish, Bulgarian and Italian with English being her first language. The circumstances surrounding each reason for learning the language are different. Two she learned when travelling with her parents, one she learned for a challenge and because and I quote 'she had a free period.' She learned one language at her boarding school and she learned two to fulfil the adoption papers."
"Adoption papers?" Rosalie's attention was piqued and she sat up straighter.
"Her parents died last year at Christmas, I asked her how they died but she just shut down. She has moved here with her two fathers, Sirius and his partner, Remus. He adopted her when she was seventeen. Black isn't her birth name. The Blacks are apparently a big deal in England, she said they are practically royalty, indicating they have some sort of wealth or power, but she was uncomfortable with the subject."
"We've seen her father," Jasper spoke and everyone turned to him. "I could feel her emotions and she was panicking when Newton kept asking her questions at lunch. We heard this cracking sound and when we looked, we saw a man walking out of the woods and towards the school. Hermione ran to him and we listened to their conversation. They mentioned something about training, a transformation, Hermione having weight problems and something called Marauders, Padfoot and Moony."
"Those may be nicknames though; her father kept calling her Snowflake. As for the rest, we have no idea what they were talking about," Edward said. "Her father was handsome, more handsome than I've seen a human, he looked young too. Early twenties, but Hermione told Newton he was in his late thirties."
"You've been awfully quiet about this, Alice," Carlisle observed.
"I'm trying to work around this," she frowned. "I didn't see her coming, I didn't see her bleeding in front of Jasper and I didn't see her very surprising effect on both Jasper and Edward and that has me worried. I might have to spend some time with her before I can give my opinion."
"There's something else," Jasper said. "Something about her smells familiar, she smells pleasant, but there's something hidden underneath that. It's very subtle, barely there but I can smell it, I don't know what it is. She doesn't act like anyone we've seen either. I've noticed she's jumpy, constantly looking around as if she's afraid she's going to be attacked. Her eyes, all you can see is pain and suffering. Hell, they're the strongest emotions I get from her. She's looks exhausted too, but she's doing well in hiding it."
"What are saying?" Esme asked.
"She reminds me of me. A soldier."
HPOV
Hermione entered the tent and greeted her fathers, after a quick chat she headed to her room to clean up. She healed the cut on her hand, and changed out of her mud covered clothes. It hadn't rained but the woods were still muddy.
She cast a few charms to help her freshen up and then she dressed in a pair of black high waisted jeans, a black spaghetti strap top, her black heeled ankle boots and a soft, grey knee length woollen cardigan.
She made sure her wand was concealed and then went to see her fathers. Sirius was still in his clothes from before and Remus wore blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a dark grey woollen cardigan.
"Shall we go explore?" Remus asked with a smile. She nodded.
"Where are we going?"
"We thought La Push, it's a small enough community that we'd thought you'd like it, less people to stare at us," she appreciated the gesture.
"We found a great spot to apparate, there's a convenience shop that sells everything we need and we can have dinner at the diner. We've got the map so we can talk to you about what we found over dinner."
"Okay, let's get going."
They landed in the woods before stepping out and walking down the road, heading towards the row of buildings.
The first being a medium sized diner and the biggest of the buildings. The second looked to be a clothing shop, the third building was the convenience shop and the fourth looked to a pizzeria
They headed into the convenience shop and they separated, each having their own list of items they needed.
Hermione made her way through the aisles of the shop. Finding the milk and the bread easily. She put several of each in a basket before heading off to find some pasta and bolognaise sauce. When she found it she headed to the back of the shop and put ham, turkey and chicken into her basket, along with some cheese. She grabbed a few bags of different brands of crisps and several bottles of juice and soft drinks. When she did that she found the stationary section and grabbed some more pens, a few more notebooks, some pencils and a ruler.
She then walked to the counter and found Sirius purchasing Muggle alcohol.
"Does Remus know?" she asked him, standing beside him.
"No, and you're not going to tell him either."
"I'm going to tell him," she sang.
"No, you're not,"
"What do I get?"
"I am not going to buy your silence."
"Okay, then I'll tell him," she made to turn around and walk away.
"Wait," Sirius sighed. "What do you want?"
She smiled sweetly. "I want you to give up smoking."
"No," he said flatly and she scowled at him. The old woman behind the counter was smiling and laughing softly at them as she rang up the sales.
"Papa, it's a bad habit and they smell disgusting," she wrinkled her nose. "Think of Remus," she touched her nose and he got the message. He sighed in defeat and she knew she had won. She looked at the woman behind the counter triumphantly and she laughed.
"So, where are you folks from? What brings you to La Push? We don't get many visitors," she asked with a kind smile. The woman had grey hair, green eyes and copper skin.
"We're from London, England, we moved nearby when we needed some supplies and thought we'd take a look around," Sirius said with a charming smile. "Thought we'd give Hermione," he gestured to her, "a break from being stared at all day, what with there being less people around to do the staring."
"First day of school, Dear?" Hermione nodded. "I can imagine how that must've been for you, those town people have no manners," the woman huffed and Hermione found herself taking a liking to her.
"Did we find everything?" Remus asked, coming up behind them with a basket in hand.
"Yes, we've gotten everything," Hermione replied.
"Well then, let's get this lot paid for and go get some dinner," they nodded.
When they left the shop Hermione kept watch whilst Sirius and Remus moved behind the back of the shop and banished their bags to the tent.
They then headed to the diner. The cold outside hadn't effected either of them, all of them having gotten use to the temperature back home. When they entered the diner sound of laughter hit their ears, the smell of cooking food their noses and the warmth hit their skin, making it tingle. They looked around, it was busy but not too busy that you felt claustrophobic, even so they managed to spot a small booth near the back of the diner and they made their way through the diner and took their seats.
Whilst her fathers looked over the menu Hermione took in the decor. It had dark wooden floors, black wooden tables and soft leather seats. The walls were a mint green with white accents, photos of the beach lined the walls and lights hung from the ceiling. The large black wooden counter was off to the left, with the kitchens hidden behind it and leather stools sat in front. She quite liked it.
"Snowflake?" she looked up. "Are you ready to order?" Sirius asked her amused. He gestured to the annoyed looking waitress.
"Sorry, got distracted," she mumbled. She quickly looked at the menu and ordered the first thing she read and Sirius and Remus ordered theirs.
When their food arrived they talked and ate it. Hermione ordered some chocolate cake for Remus since it was the full moon the next day and the noise and smells in the room couldn't have been pleasant for him.
"You spoil him," Sirius spoke when Remus left for the bathroom.
"He needs it, he's had a less than perfect life and now I have a reason to spoil him without it being weird," he chuckled at her. "I'm going to get some fresh air."
He nodded at her. "Don't wander off, I'll come and get you when the cake arrives," she nodded and made her way through the crowd, heading out the doors and taking deep breaths, the cold air hitting her skin. She leaned back against the wall of the diner, crossed her arms and tilted her head back with her eyes closed.
Her mind finally wandered to the events of that day. The more time she spent around Edward and Jasper, the more oddities that stood out. Their very pale and ice cold skin. Their golden eyes. Their handsome looks and charming attitude. Their graceful manner that would put any Pureblood aristocrat to shame, namely The Malfoys. There was something different about them, she could feel it, but she didn't know what it was and it was going to eat away at her until she figured it out.
She was brought out of her thoughts when a voice spoke.
"Are you alright? Are you lost?" she opened her eyes.
In front of her stood a tall boy. Six-foot-one if she had to guess. He had kind hazel eyes, russet coloured skin and short black hair that stood out at odd angles. She felt a pang in her chest when it reminded her of Harry. He had a kind boyish smile on his face and was wearing running shoes, jeans cut off at the knees and a tight black t-shirt and she could see his muscled frame. It seemed the temperature didn't bother him either.
"I'm fine thank you, and no, I'm not lost, I just needed some fresh air," she said softly.
"I just assumed you were lost, I've never seen you before and we don't get many visitors on The Res," he explained.
"I recently moved close by, I just needed some supplies and thought I'd get dinner here."
He smiled at her. "Well it's nice to meet you," the boy spoke kindly. "I'm Seth," he held his hand out to her and she eyed it before shaking his hand. The temperature of his hand shocked her seeing as it was far hotter than what was considered normal, but she didn't react.
"Hermione," she responded. He was going to speak when they were interrupted by loud voices heading their way. They turned to see a group similar in height, appearance and physique getting closer.
She heard the boy identified as Seth sigh. "I'm sorry," he said looking at her sheepishly. Before she could ask 'for what' the group had reached them. There were four of them.
"They you are, Seth," one of the boys got Seth in a head lock and ruffled his hair. "And who do we have here?" the boy asked, turning to look at Hermione. His eyes raked over her and he had a gleam in his eyes and his mouth turned up into a smirk when he noticed the wolf shaped pendant resting at the valley of her breasts.
He was taller than Seth, six-foot-four, equally as muscled and handsome with black hair, dark eyes and russet coloured skin. He wore similar clothing to Seth's except the colour choice was different.
The same for the other three boys. She followed Seth's naming of them, when he greeted them.
Jared had light brown hair and brown eyes, was muscled and stood at six-foot-three with russet coloured skin. Embry had short black hair, brown eyes and russet coloured skin, he was muscled, but slender than the other boys and stood at six-foot-four. The final boy, Quil, had russet coloured skin, short black hair, brown eyes, he was muscled, less than the others but more so than Embry and he stood at six-foot-one.
"This is Hermione," Seth spoke. "Hermione, this is Embry, Quil, Jared and..."
"Paul Lahote," he interrupted and picked up her hand and kissed the back of it. "At your service," he gave her a charming smile, but she simply looked bored with a raised eyebrow.
She saw Seth smile and the others looked amused, at her expense or their friend's, she didn't know. She pulled her hand back from him and continued to lounge against the wall, not at all intimidated by their height; she was friends with a both a giant and a half-giant after all.
"I've never seen you around before," the boy named Jared spoke, she took her eyes away from Paul, who was literally devouring her with his eyes.
"I moved nearby a few days ago, I needed supplies and didn't fancy going into Forks to get stared at, I've had enough of that today."
"Where are you from? You have a cool accent," Embry asked her.
"London, England."
"I had no idea British girls were so... hot," Paul spoke with a smirk. "I've heard things about English Roses."
"You should be careful, English roses have thorns, wouldn't want you to get hurt by something you couldn't handle," she replied with a drawl. She took pride when his mouth dropped open and the others burst out laughing.
"I think you've met your match," Jared said, clapping Paul on the shoulder.
"That's an interesting necklace, why the wolf?" Quil asked, stopping a smile from slipping onto his face, the others shared a smirk.
"You could say the wolf is the emblem of my family," she replied with a smirk of her own. A sudden gust of wind hit her and she saw them take in a deep breath before they stared at her curiously.
When the gust of wind hit, a scent hit her. She couldn't quite place it, but it smelt familiar.
"Aren't you cold?" Seth asked with a frown and looking at her clothing.
"No, I lived in London until I was eleven and then I attended a boarding school in the Scottish Mountains until the end of last year, I was due to return this year but I moved here instead. This weather is what summer is like back home, torrential rain and all. It's actually a little warm," she shrugged and they stared at her.
"You want to join us for dinner?" Seth asked with a smile, for some reason she found that liked Seth.
"Thank you for the offer, but I can't. I'm already here with someone," she said kindly.
"You're boyfriend?" Jared asked, indicating inside the diner. Hermione turned to see Sirius walking towards them.
"Why does everyone think he's my boyfriend?" she grumbled. "You're the tenth person to ask me that today."
"I'm just so handsome people can't help but assume," she heard her father say with an amused voice.
"That ego of yours is going to need deflating, how would you prefer I do it?" she asked.
Sirius pretended to think about it. "Well, you could use a knife, although you'd use a blunt one, you're quite scary," she scowled at him and he then turned to the five boys. "Fucking hell, you're huge!" he said loudly.
"Papa!" Hermione spoke in an embarrassment riddled tone.
He looked at her innocently. "Well they are; I haven't seen anyone bigger than them, ever!"
"What about Hagrid? Grawp? Greyback? Dumbledore? Bill? Charlie?" she listed off.
"Doesn't count," he gave her a wink.
"Still, you shouldn't be rude," he smirked at her and then pulled out a packet of cigarettes and popped one in his mouth, preparing to light it.
"Papa!" Hermione almost yelled. "You said you would stop smoking."
"Only because you blackmailed me into it an hour ago," he replied.
"You still promised. Don't make me tell Remus about the stash of alcohol."
"You've already threatened me with that one."
"I'll tell him about the gift you put in my lunch."
"Used that one too," he said smugly.
"I'll tell him that you stole three chocolate bars from his secret stash," Sirius looked a little pale. She reached over and took the cigarette from his mouth and the packet from his hand and she threw them behind her.
"Who is the parent here?" Sirius asked.
"Do you actually want me to answer that?"
"I see your point, Snowflake," he chuckled. "Cake's here, you better get in there before Moony eats it all."
"He wouldn't do that," she defended.
He raised an incredulous eyebrow. "It's chocolate. You do remember what's happening tomorrow right?"
"He's going to eat all the cake," she almost yelled. She then turned back to the amused boys, obviously finding their conversation funny. "Well, it was nice to meet you all; I'll likely see you boys around."
"Definitely," Paul said with a smirk and looking her over again. The others nodded and she turned and rushed back into the diner.
Sirius stayed behind and his dark eyes ran over the boys. Despite all of the boys being taller than him and more muscled, Sirius was far more intimidating with his dark attire, hair and eyes, his legs stood shoulder length apart and his arms crossed over his chest, showing the muscles and tattoos his clothing didn't cover.
He noticed the boys take the smallest step back and he smirked.
"So, you're interested in my Snowflake," it wasn't a question.
"Only as a friend, Sir," Sirius's turned to the one that spoke.
"Name and age," he demanded.
"Seth Clearwater, fifteen," Sirius nodded, but looked at his height and muscled form thoughtfully.
His eyes turned to the next boy. They didn't hesitate in answering.
"Jared Cameron, seventeen."
"Embry Call, sixteen."
"Quil Ateara, sixteen."
Sirius looked at the last boy, the one whose eyes were watching Hermione through the glass window.
"Paul Lahote, eighteen."
"Well, I can see my daughter befriending you," Sirius said, nodding to the four boys before turning his attention back to Paul. "You however," Paul looked to him, "couldn't handle her. My daughter might not seem like much, she's been going through a hard time these last few years and her spirit has been dampened, however, it's still there, just buried. When parts of her true self resurface, she is the feistiest little spitfire I have ever met. My point is Lahote, don't mess with fire because you'll get burned."
"You're giving me permission to date your daughter?" he said in disbelief.
"No, I know boys like you, I used to be you. You're only after one thing. I would never dream of telling my daughter what to do, who to date or who to sleep with. She can take care of herself. I'm just letting you know what you're in for if you plan to pursue this path," as an afterthought he spoke again. "Actually, I'm protecting you from her wrath."
"I don't need your protection."
Sirius smirked. "You have no clue as to what my daughter is capable of. I've seen grown men cower in fear of her, men three, even four times her age," he said proudly. "But it's not me you have to worry about, I'm not the over protective one, that would be her other father."
"How can she have two fathers?" Jared asked confused. "How are you even her father, you don't look older than twenty yourself?"
"I'm old enough to be her father, that I promise you, however my partner and I adopted her. The circumstances surrounding that are not of your concern, only if she chooses to reveal it will it then be known. Now if you will excuse me, I better get back to my table before the fat bastard I call a partner eats all the chocolate cake," he turned and walked back into the diner.
"Well that was scary," Quil muttered.
"More like awesome," Jared said looking at the disbelief on Paul's face and they laughed at him.
"Did he really just give me permission to sleep with his daughter without repercussions?" he asked slowly.
"No, there will be repercussions," Seth said. "Just not from him, apparently from Hermione herself and her other father," he then walked into the diner, the others following behind him.
They ordered their usual food and sat at the newly available table, which was coincidentally, two tables down from Hermione's. They were intrigued by her and decided to listen in to their conversation.
"Right then," Hermione said, pulling out a map from her pocket and unrolling it, before taking a pen. "Like I said, I travelled north from our location for half a mile and I came upon nothing useful and so I travelled a mile out. Here," she gestured to the map, "I found the same thing Remus had, several splintered trees and it wasn't wind or rot that caused it. There is definitely something strange going on."
"We'll have to be cautious; we can't let our guard down until we know that the area is secure," the man Hermione had called Remus spoke. Everyone nodded in agreement and the wolves shared curious looks.
"We should travel south-west next and see what we find, we can do it tomorrow after I get back from school," they agreed to Hermione's plans.
"We may as well discuss your training," Sirius spoke and the girl sighed and nodded.
"Yes, I want to increase it."
"Snowflake, upping your training sessions will not make your transformation happen any faster, it will just put more stress on your body, actually halting the process."
"I want to increase it because it's getting too easy for me, if I have to train I at least want a challenge, I'm not going to get that in PE am I?"
"We'll think about it," Remus said. "Now, about tomorrow..."
"I'm going to be there."
"No," Remus said forcefully, shocking the wolves.
Up until that point they had observed the sandy haired man wearing what could only be described as a Grandad cardigan, as a kind and quiet individual. The tone of voice he had just used scarily reminded them of Sam's Alpha voice.
"You will not be there, especially not until you can control the transformation perfectly. It's too dangerous."
"It could take me years to complete the transformation."
"It's taking you longer because you are focused on it. When I was training I knew what I was doing was important but I didn't allow it to overtake my life. I remained calm and remembered my meditation. I had completed it within a year. Don't focus, Snowflake, just allow yourself to relax and enjoy the process and before you know it, you'll have transformed."
At that point an irritable Jacob Black slumped down into a seat at their booth.
