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It had been days since anyone had even seen Hermione, the great grieving warrior. Jasper, the mourning solider was going crazy. He couldn't find her house at all. He knew it was there but every time he got within a mile, he was redirected elsewhere and found himself walking farther away. He was becoming frantic with worry. His mate was hurting, and yes while they had fought, he wanted to be there for her. However, he couldn't with the strange force. He had thought it was a spell.

He was becoming frantic with worry. How was his mate? How was she handling everything? Could he help her? When she last ate? Was she even still there? All these thought raced around in his mind.

He had taken to standing as close as he could to her house without being affected by the "spell". He stood there simply looking, praying desperately for it to fall. He would race into their home, hold her close, and never let her go. His family had been concerned. He hadn't eaten since before the fight.

Nothing any of them said would matter though. They had all tried. Alice couldn't see anything; it was like she was being blocked. Edward couldn't hear her or go into her mind. Carlisle had tried calling multiple times. Emmett had ran himself haggard trying to get in. Esme had watched in worry as her family tried to help, but remained unsuccessful.

Finally, after days, there was an almost imperceptible change. They had almost missed it. Had it not been for Alice's startled gasp, Edwards pained moan, and Jaspers vigilant eyes. It seemed as if translucent milk were spilling from the top of a dome, rushing towards the earth.

Once all ruminants of the milky substance had all gone, the family stood dumbstruck. Each rooted to the spot. Worry and anticipation flowed from Jasper. He was the first to step forward. He cautiously walked to were the dome had been. With a deep breath, he plunged into what had once been protected territory.

He looked back at his family, all of whom were quick to join him. They walked in silence. Each lost in their own thoughts. It wasn't until they were three fourths of a mile from the house that they began to see signs, signs that something was detrimentally wrong.

Scorch marks decorated the land and trees. Vicious slashes ran long and deep across many of the trees. Boulders lay broken and beaten in great heaps. That was not what worried them the most. A human imprint lay in a large boulder. The imprint that was of Hermione's shape and form. Only she could have made that imprint. Someone or something must have slammed her into the boulder.

Jasper felt his blood boil. Worry and anger fought to dull his senses. Edward must have sensed this. He walked up to Jasper, placed a hand on his shoulder. "She's at the house Jazz, I can hear her thoughts, but I can't get in. She probably wants to talk to you first though. She's in a lot of pain Jasper." He said in a soft tone.

Alice flitted to his side. "She needs you Jasper. She's going to need you. You are her sun and moon. You're her lifeline. She's lost without you and always will be. Everything will be ok, I can see it now." Alice said in a tone ringing with truth and finality.

Jasper hopefully looked at his siblings. With a nod from both Carlisle and Esme, he took off in a dead sprint to her house, his family leisurely following behind. Far enough to give them space, but close enough to be of assistance if necessary.

The closer Jasper got to the house, the more the damage became severe. He raced by broken trees and deep ruts where it seemed as if someone had skidded across the ground creating small mounds after they had stopped. Finally the house came into view.

Blood littered the air, dry and stale from age. The front door hung only by a hinge. The steps to the porch, their porch, lay broken. The rails to the porch were scratched but still standing. The chair, his chair where he had told Hermione he had come from her lay on it's side, broken but fixable. None of that mattered. He leapt over the stairs, past the chair and through the door.

He raced into the living space, where he was finally graced with the sight of his mate. He stood there frozen simply staring at her. His beautiful and broken mate, that had fought to vigilantly and lost so much. His beautiful warrior whom had been victorious in battle but had lost someone dear, stood looking at him. She looked as she always had since the change, breathtakingly stunning.

What had changed was her stance, what had once been scared but defiant, was now slumped and beaten with defeat. Her eyes which had once danced in married with happiness and hope, were dark hulls that seemed to speak of loss and despair. Her face lay impassive.

Hermione looked at Jasper. He had come, she thought with a mental sigh of relief. They had lied, she followed feeling desperately like crying. She stared back at Jasper. He looked so relieved to see her when he first came in, but now he looked weary. She cast him a jaded weary look.

It was that look that had awoken Jasper from his stupor. He strode to her, stopping just before her. He began to read the emotions in her eyes. Joy, relief, happiness, and tears swam in her eyes. She lunged into his chest while simultaneously wrapping him within the soft confines of her arms. He face burying into the junction of his neck. She inhaled his scent. She was trembling.

He wrapped her closely into his arms. He turned his face, to smell the soft, sweet scent of her. He felt her tremble and brought her ever closer into the safety of himself. They stood like that for some time; meeding only to feel the other in each other's arms, the essence of the other and their combined scents filling their senses.

I won't pull back, Jasper decided, not ever. I will never pull back or hide anything from her. I will wait her and hold her, gladly, for as long as she needs. Joy filled his heart as he held his mate. All the worry and tension had been washed away by the flow of her love as it caressed its way into him. He returned the love in turn, wrapping her delicately but surely so deeply in his love that he knew she would never doubt their love again.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. Pulling back, she wanted to stay there forever, but things needed to been seen, said and done. She looked into the caring and loving eyes of her mate.

"Jasper" she breathed his name like it was a miracle. Love, joy and contentment infused every letter of his name. Her hands began to trace his face, memorizing it, etching each contour and curve into her mind. She always wanted to remember, the soft sloping of his nose, the feel of his cheekbones beneath her fingertips, the texture of his eye lashes as he blinked and how they lay delicately upon his cheeks. She wanted to forever remember how soft and smooth his lips were, the feel of them curving and applying a gentle kiss onto her fingertips.

She was completely and irrevocably in love with this man, she realized. She loved every part of this man. Each perfection and flaw, each breath he breathed was a miracle to her. She could think of no other man she would rather spend eternity with.

"Jasper," she said somewhat meekly "I love you." She had needed death eaters to tear her home apart, threaten her and torment her to finally see that. The lies of his death and not coming fell flat again as the worry and fear left her, she had violently fought them until that point. She had at that point, mercilessly killed them for threatening her mate. However, he was here now, she would tell him. She would tell him and never hide herself, or any part of herself from him again. She wouldn't waste another minute not telling this man how much she loved him, how deeply she cared.

Jaspers face split into a blinding smile, his eyes slightly crinkling at the sides. Joy emanated from him. He crushed her to him, holding her intimately. He filled her with his love, for he felt her wariness and nervousness.

Allowing her to pull back only slightly, he looked down upon his beautiful mate, both mental, emotionally and physically, and grinned. How he could he be so lucky he'd never know. Thanking every entity he knew, he looked at her. He cockily grinned, and a smug "It's about time." It left his throat quickly and smoothly.

Hermione loosed a watery chuckle. She said his name again, the way she said it was a musical melody to him. Sighing, she moved to snuggle back into his embrace. He allowed that for a moment, leaning down he kissed the crown of her head. She looked up at him, her honey brown eyes glowing with love and adoration for him. That look stole his breath away. "I love you" he breathed out, so lost in her that it was almost inaudible. She looked so stunned for a moment before watery tears began to swim in her eyes. "That's wonderful, now we can love each other forever" she said.

"Forever" he agreed. Pulling his lovely mate close he saw the future in his mind's eye. He would propose to her, and soon, make her his wife, again soon, and take her to his mansion in Louisiana for the honeymoon. They could watch the fireflies as they swam over the marshy land from the front porch. They would come home, back here to their home, and spend as long as they could before they moved again. He would show his warrior the world, give her the world, and protect her from the world, even though he knew she could protect herself. He would love her and cherish her indefinably for all eternity. With that firmly in mind, he swept down and captured his warrior, his mate in a kiss that would be the beginning of forever.

*****A note from Gemna

Darling and dear readers of all ages, nationality, ethnicity, gender and any other differences, It has been my utmost pleasure to bring this story to you. I hope you enjoyed the journey as much as I did. I hope this story touched you, moved you or made you smile. I am so proud of this story and it's beauty. I love all it stands for and all it is. I did realize how wonderful and amazing this journey, and writing this story would be when I first wrote the story. I couldn't have even dreamed, or hoped for a better first story. Thank you for reading and taking this journey with me. A big shout out to GEEKOLOGY for beginning my writing, staying up late talking and working all the problems out of my story, keeping me motivate, and listening to all the spoilers that I teased her with. You are the best honey! I love you sis! If your looking for a spectacular Dragon Age read please go visit her page and read her amazing story. As always comments concerns, critics, questions, and/or anything are always welcome! Thank you all again! Wishing you the best of the best and happiness-Gemna