CHAPTER SEVEN


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.


Sunday 8th October 2006

Now that Hermione was sure Remus and Sirius would be alright, she was less anxious to leave them. It was Sunday and the day she would be shown around by Paul.

He was a little odd but Hermione couldn't help but like him, he reminded her a little of Charlie Weasley. She dressed for the day in a pair of black converse, pale blue skinny jeans, a white off the shoulder long sleeved t-shirt and a black hooded tracksuit jacket. She hid her wand in her sleeve with the holster, making it invisible, even if she were to remove her jacket. She was comfortable and the clothing was casual and suitable for wherever he took her.

"Okay, I'm leaving, are you sure you don't need anything?" Hermione asked Remus as she walked into the living room. He looked far better than he had the day before.

"We'll manage just fine without you, Hermione," he chuckled.

"Make sure to take the Invigoration Potion in half an hour and make sure that..."

"I know, Hermione," he said softly.

"And make sure to..."

"Hermione, I know," he repeated.

"Sorry, I just worry about you."

"I'm the parent here; it's my job to worry about you."

"I can't help it."

"I know you can't. We may be in hiding but that doesn't mean you can't at least try and have a life here," she nodded.

"I better go before I'm late," she kissed his cheek as she walked by him. "Tell that lazy sod I call my father that I'll see him later," Remus chuckled at her.

"You and I both know that it's a Sunday and that means he won't be awake until after lunch,"

Hermione laughed. "Bye, Alpha," she called as she stepped out of the tent. She walked for a few minutes before apparating behind the trees surrounding the row of shops and diner of La Push.

She stepped out from behind the trees and made her way towards the diner. She was surprised to see Paul already there waiting.

When he saw her approaching he gave her a charming smile and she rolled her eyes. He was wearing a pair of black trainers, jean shorts that had been cut off at the knees and a dark green vest that showed his bulging muscles.

"You're on time," he commented with a smile.

"So are you," she spoke. "I'm used to people keeping me waiting; I on the other hand have always been punctual,"

"So where do you want to start first?" he asked her.

"I have no idea, I'm new to town remember?" he grinned at her.

"Well then, I know just the place."

They spent a couple of hours with Paul showing Hermione around La Push and explaining the history, mentioning The Quileute Tribe and explaining the land ownerships. Hermione was enthralled as he spoke and Paul lapped up the attention.

They headed to the diner for lunch and Hermione watched with a look of sadness at the amount of food he ate. It reminded her of holidays at The Burrow.

"Are you okay?" he asked her, noticing her sad expression.

"Yeah, I'm okay."

He looked down at his two empty plates of food and his half full third plate. "You're not surprised at how much I've eaten?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No," she said with a small smile, she had a look on her face as if she was remembering something. "Back home there was this family, The Weasleys, they were like my family. When I wasn't at school with The Weasley children I was staying with them during the holidays. The amount of food they ate would put you to shame. They could eat three plates of Sunday roast, go back for fourths and still have room for dessert," she said with a slight laugh. "Every meal time there was a fight and there was always at least one food fight a day."

He was shocked at what she told him. "How many of them were there?"

"Arthur and Molly Weasley were the parents. They had seven children," his eyes widened. "Bill and Charlie had already left school and moved away before I started my first year. I didn't really meet them until my fourth year because they are so much older, Bill by nine years and Charlie seven years. Then there was Percy, he was a bit of an arsehole, but he did good when the time called for it. He was four years older, in his fifth year when I started my first. Then there were the twins, Fred and George, the trouble makers. They were legends around school; they are two years older than me and in their third year when I started my first year. Then there was Ron. He was the same age as me, he was one of my best friends. And finally there was Ginny, she was a year younger than us and the baby and only girl of the family," she shrugged and he just stared in shock. "I will never meet another family like The Weasleys," she said sadly.

She was playing with her food and he frowned when he realised how little she had eaten.

"Aren't you going to eat that? Don't take this the wrong way but you're kind of..."

"Thin?" she finished for him. "I know, I'm not anorexic and I don't have an eating disorder if that's what you're thinking. I went through a tough time not too long ago, a lot of stress. I lost a lot of weight. I'm putting it back on and I've almost reached my original weight, it's just taking time," he wanted to ask what she meant by that but decided against it seeing the look on her face.

They finished with their lunch and then left the diner, Paul taking her to First Beach. They walked along the beach talking and Hermione eventually took off her socks and shoes and removed her jacket, tying it around her waist.

They sat down on the sand and Paul watched amused as she made herself comfortable and started making a sand castle with her hands.

"What?" she asked him, noticing the amused look on his face. "I haven't been to the beach since I was eight, leave me alone," he chuckled at her and shook his head.

When she moved the sleeve on her right arm rode up slightly and he caught sight of something black on her right wrist.

"What was that?"

"What was what?" she asked, looking up from her sand castle.

"That on your wrist."

"Nothing," she said quickly.

He smirked at her and raised an eyebrow. He quickly leaned forward and took a hold of her wrist and he pulled her sleeve up. He was surprised to see the black silhouette of a howling wolf tattooed on her wrist.

"A wolf eh?" he wriggled his eyebrows and she couldn't stop herself from laughing at him.

"I've told you before; the wolf is the symbol of my family. Sirius has it tattooed onto his chest and so does Remus."

"You have two fathers?"

"Yes, but you knew that already. Sirius told you the other day in front of the diner."

"How do you know that?"

"He told me, we don't keep secrets."

"He told me he adopted you."

"Yes, Christmas of my sixth year at school. I was seventeen at the time."

"What happened?"

"My parents died," she said quietly and removing her arm from his hold. She looked down. "Sirius adopted me. He went through a really hard time a few years ago and I helped him through it. My other best friend, Harry, he was Sirius' Godson," he could tell by the tone of her voice that whatever happened was not something she wished to discussed.

"Let's walk further down the beach," he suggested. She nodded and grabbed her shoes and then stood up and they chatted as they walked down the beach.

He had just made a comment that had Hermione shooting back a retort about his freakishly large size.

"I have big feet."

"And?" she said with a raised eyebrow.

"And you know what they say about guys with big feet?" he smirked.

"Yes," she said turning to look at him. "They trip over easily," she smirked back.

He looked at her confused and he missed it when she held her foot out in front of him as he continued to walk. He tripped over her foot and fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Hermione burst out laughing and Paul looked at her in shock before his eyes narrowed.

She turned and ran and Paul stood up and chased after her, he was a little surprised at how fast she could run. It took him ten minutes before he managed to catch her since she was faster and more agile than him. He grabbed her and as he did, it caused her to trip and she fell to the ground laughing and pulling Paul down with her, landing on top of her.

Paul stared down at her as she had her head thrown back and was laughing loudly. He didn't know why but the sound calmed him. Ever since he had phased he had always been the most volatile of the pack, in fact he was before he even came into his heritage, but everything was now much worse. It didn't take much to set him off.

He felt comfortable around Hermione, he felt calm and relaxed. He had wondered if she was his imprint, but he knew she wasn't. Imprinting was rare and Sam, Jared and Quil had all imprinted. That left the chance of imprinting for the rest of the pack a solid zero. He had seen in the other wolves' thoughts what it meant to have an imprint and he knew Hermione wasn't it. But he could dream. He knew in his gut that she would be a part of the pack's future. He just wasn't sure on the circumstances surrounding it.

Hermione finally realised that Paul was still on top of her, she stopped laughing and looked at him.

He was staring down at her with a thoughtful look on his face. His eyes caught hers, then they flickered down to her mouth, back up to her eyes gauging her reaction before landing back on her mouth.

Hermione's breathing had stopped. She was sure he was going to kiss her, but did she want that? Would she stop him? It wasn't like her to snog someone she had only met. But she had this feeling that she couldn't quite explain.

She hadn't had any physical contact for months -Sirius and Remus didn't count- the last being the adrenaline filled kiss with Ron in The Chamber during The Final Battle.

She had already made up her mind and she knew she had. As his head slowly lowered, she decided she wasn't going to stop him.

Before he kissed her they were interrupted.


JPOV

Jacob's week wasn't ending well. Friday he was patrolling with most of the pack since there seemed to be a Vampire visiting frequently and they would catch them easier if there were more of them present. They had heard a blood curdling scream, coming from towards the boundary line for Forks and the entire pack raced towards the sound. Minutes later they heard the howl of a wolf. It had stopped them in their tracks, it wasn't one of their pack which meant they didn't know who or what it was. They caught the scent of something and followed it for seven miles, when it suddenly disappeared. They looked around for an hour before they headed home for the night.

Later on Saturday night they were patrolling again when they caught the scent again. They followed it but this time it didn't disappear. They patrolled the area to find that the scent covered five miles of the woods, a part of the woods that was just out of their territory. They found nothing and it wasn't just frustrating for him, but for the rest of the pack too.

It was now Sunday and he was walking down First Beach with Quil, Jared, Embry and Seth. Leah never joined them and he didn't blame her. It sucked that she had been dumped by her boyfriend because he turned into a wolf and then later imprinted on another woman, her cousin. Sam, his Alpha, would later be joining them after finishing up with mending the leaky roof on his house.

Jacob came out of his thoughts to hear that the other members of the pack were talking about Paul and that girl they called 'The English Rose' and he rolled his eyes. They hadn't stopped talking about the British girl since they met her on Thursday.

"I wonder how Paul's getting on," Jared commented.

Seth started laughing. "Hermione's not going to fall for his charm."

"You sure about that?" Embry spoke and he pointed in the distance. They could see two figures walking down the beach.

They were just in range that they could hear their conversation, immediately picking up on the voices of Hermione and Paul. They laughed when Hermione suddenly caused Paul to fall flat on his face, and they were shocked when it took him ten minutes to catch her.

Jacob had watched the two, he had yet to meet this Hermione and he had yet to see her face. But when he heard her laughter his chest filled with a kind of warmth he couldn't describe. He felt calmer, happier. He shook off his thoughts with a frown.

"Shall we interrupt?" Jared asked with a smirk, seeing that Paul was leaning in to kiss Hermione. The boys agreed and they all ran forward and started yelling to get their attention; Jacob stayed back and continued to walk.

He heard Paul growl from where he was standing and he couldn't stop the chuckle.

"Hermione!" the group called. Paul got up off her and she sat up and smiled at them. She refused to blush; she hadn't actually been caught doing anything.

"Hey guys," she greeted with a smile. "Would you like to join us?"

"Thought you'd never ask," Quil spoke and they sat down shooting a smug look at Paul who looked livid at being interrupted.

"Is he not joining us?" Jacob heard Hermione ask as he continued down the beach. He had to admit her voice was soft and soothing, sending a wave of calm over him. Her accent was quite nice too. He frowned and continued walking away from the group.

"Nope, that surly idiot is Jacob, he's just in a mood because his friend's been ignoring him for three months," Jacob resisted the urge to turn around and walk back over to them and punch Embry in the face. Instead he sat down on the sand and stared out at the sea, still close enough to hear their conversion.

"I know how that feels. I had two best friends in school, Harry and Ron. Ron ignored me for a month when his rat went missing, he blamed my cat and said that he'd killed his rat. His rat turned up a month later alive and well," they chuckled at her. "Harry and Ron both ignored me for three months because I did something for their safety they didn't like," she shrugged.

"So, you mentioned some school in Scotland, tell us about it," Seth spoke.

Jacob couldn't stop himself from listening into their conversation.

Hermione went to speak and then she noticed another figure heading down the beach and towards them. From the distance away she could tell he was muscled, at least six-foot-six and had the same russet skin tone as the other boys. He was dressed similarly to Paul, as were the others and then she noticed they all had matching tattoos on their shoulders. She supposed it was the crest of The Quileute Tribe.

"Perhaps we should wait," Hermione spoke nodding.

They all turned around.

"That's Sam Uley."


SPOV

Sam made his way down the beach towards the group of teenagers sat in a circle. He saw the members of his pack along with a girl, who he suspected was the girl they hadn't stopped talking about. Seriously, the only person who didn't talk about her was Jacob and Leah had never met her. He was curious about the teenager who seemed to have captured the attention of five of his pack members. She was all they talked about.

Sam recognised Jacob off in the distance and rolled his eyes. There was nothing he or anyone could say to break him out of his depression, they had tried repeatedly and had now given up and decided to let him deal with it himself.

He heard Seth mention his name and he quickened his steps. He stopped behind Quil and Embry and looked down at the girl and he admitted to himself that she was quite pretty.

"You must be, Hermione, 'The English Rose'," he spoke. "The boys here haven't stopped talking about you," he heard the low mutters through his hearing and stopped himself from laughing.

The girl gave him a friendly smile and he was surprised that she wasn't intimidated by him. Many were, particularly with him being the Alpha of the pack, he radiated authority. She stood and offered him her hand and he shook it and once more he was shocked that she didn't react to his too hot of a body temperature.

"Nice to meet you," she replied and removed her hand from his and then she sat back down in-between Paul and Seth.

"Would you like to join us? Seth requested that I tell him about my previous school," he was intrigued by the girl and nodded and sat down next to Quil in the circle.

"I was eleven when I got my letter to attend Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts? I've never heard of it," Embry spoke.

"I would've been surprised if you had. It's kept a secret. It's a prestigious boarding school for those with exceptional gifts. You don't know about it until you receive your letter after your eleventh birthday. It's a thousand year old castle in the Scottish Mountains," their mouths dropped open in shock. "The Hogwarts grounds are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. There are lakes and sports fields, forests and stone statues, towers and battlements. The castle itself has seven floors and centuries worth of hidden passageways and long since forgotten classrooms. Portraits line the walls and suits of armour and tapestries can be found in every corridor. It took me a while to get used to the layout but now I could lead you through the castle blindfolded," Sam could tell everyone was amazed, hell, he was amazed.

A gust of wind blew Hermione's scent over to him and he breathed in deeply. He frowned, her scent smelled familiar. He remembered the pack telling him about her scent, and now he understood what they had meant.

"Her scent is stronger than before," Quil whispered to him. "It's still subtle, but stronger."

"What about classes? Surely the curriculum is different to what you learn here," Jared asked Hermione, pulling their attention.

"It is. Since Hogwarts was a school for the gifted, we had lessons that weren't even taught in mainstream British schools, never mind here. We had two years of mandatory lessons and then for our third year we were allowed to pick electives that we would keep for the next three years, as long as we passed our exams in our fifth year. If we did we were allowed to continue with the subject for the last two years of school. If you failed you had to drop the subject and be one qualification down. I took twelve classes in total," they gawked at her. "It used to be thirteen but I dropped a class since I didn't get along with the Professor," they were intrigued by her answer.

"So why are you here for your final year of school and not at your boarding school?" Quil asked.

A look of pain and sadness filled her.

"Something happened and we had to leave. My fathers' work brought us here," they knew instantly that she was lying, about the last part at least; her heart rate had picked up.

"Your fathers?" Seth asked changing the subject. "What are they like?"

"Sirius is a man-child," she spoke without hesitation and they laughed at her. "You wouldn't think he was close to forty in age. He's a good man. He's been through a lot in his life, when the world was against him he still believed in himself and he did something about it. His life is better now. Remus is the adult out of three of us; he's far more protective of me than Sirius is. Like Sirius, he's been through a lot in his life. Sirius and Remus didn't have a great home life. Sirius' parents weren't nice people and they had certain beliefs and Sirius chose not to listen to them. He left home when he was sixteen and James' -his best friend- parents took him in. When Remus was four years old he got an illness, something that wasn't his fault. He was ostracised and has been for most of his life. He met Sirius in school, they along with their best friend James, also attended Hogwarts. Remus and Sirius didn't actually get together until the summer before my sixth year at school. If it wasn't for them anything could've happened to me when I found myself an orphan," they were all staring at her and listening to her thoughtfully. "If I can be even half of what they are then I'll be happy. Then I'll know that I've achieved something in life. Sirius and Remus are my heroes; there is nothing in the world I wouldn't do for them."

"Kill for them?" Jared asked with a raised eyebrow. It was a valid question, his wolf side coming out.

"It wouldn't be the first time," she whispered so quietly that if they were regular humans they wouldn't have heard her, but with their advanced hearing they heard perfectly and they stared at her, not knowing if she was joking or not.

A look of raw pain and suffering crossed her face and it broke all their hearts for reasons they couldn't quite explain.

"What's your name?" Paul asked quickly and distracting her. "You never told us your full name."

"Oh, I guess I didn't. My name is Hermione Jean Black."

"WHAT?"