CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
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. Rated M for bad language, violence and sexual content.
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.
Q&A
Black Banshee – Of course, it wouldn't be as fun if there wasn't, and this is Hermione we're talking about, she has a temper that you wouldn't want to mess with, as our dear boys will learn.
Thursday 9th November 2006
Edward sat on the comfortable couch in Hermione's room with a book open on his lap, but his attention wasn't on the book, it was on Hermione.
Hermione who was currently sleeping soundly between the banes of his existence, the wolves. Why did have to be Black and Lahote? He could've dealt with any of the other wolves, Seth was the nicest of the bunch; he didn't hold a hatred for his family, why couldn't it have been him? But no, the world seemed to hate him, but Fate did give him the fierce little witch, even if he did have to share her, he realised with a small smile.
There was something different about her, he had noticed it immediately, she didn't look as sad as she had when he first met her. She didn't look as broken or fearful, was that because of them? The Wolves? More importantly, Lahote?
He had noticed that Hermione was more comfortable around Lahote than the others, the way he just lounged on her bed and she didn't even blink. The way he pulled her to him immediately when she climbed into her bed and she didn't even flinch, in fact she cuddled into him further and made herself more comfortable with her head on his chest. The way they both looked at each other with soft looks or secret smiles. He wondered just how close the two of them were, but he supposed it didn't matter anymore.
From what he could gather from what she had told him, as well as listening into her other conversations, they all belonged to her, just as she did them. There was no point in being jealous and he begrudgingly realised that he would have to learn to tolerate not only the two wolves cuddled up to his mate, but the entire pack, thankfully the only other wolf he had a serious problem with was Sam.
He was glad it would be easier for him to tolerate Lahote, not only had Hermione changed, it seemed Lahote had too. He had only had a couple of interactions with that particular wolf, but he knew that he was the most volatile of the pack, he was the first to attack and kill a vampire when the time called for it. He had anger issues, sever anger issues. From what he had witnessed in the other wolves thoughts, he was on the verge of being expelled from school for constantly getting into fights, for not completing school work, for not attending school, and Lahote's father wasn't helping matters either.
Edward suspected that Hermione would have a thing or two to say about that if she ever met him. He hadn't known her long but even he knew she couldn't stand bullies and from everything he had learned from her fathers in the last few days, Hermione had a wicked streak for vengeance when she felt it justified, he pitied the poor sod that pissed her off, he reminded himself never to find himself in that position again, she had actually set him on fire, he couldn't believe she had done that.
But Lahote had changed, he knew that when he didn't even attempt to defend himself earlier that evening, he just stood there, not even attempting to phase and protect himself. He was the first to back down when he had entered the room with Hermione, he was the first to care for Hermione when she had fainted and he stayed with her, he was the first to accept the circumstances that were now surrounding them, he didn't know Lahote well, but he knew the old Lahote, the Lahote before Hermione had arrived, was a completely different wolf, now he was a more tolerable one.
Black on the other hand was a pain in the side, if anything his hatred for the vampires had grown since Bella had stopped talking to him. It only intensified when he imprinted on Hermione and found out about her friendship with his family, you didn't have to be a mind reader to see that. But trust him, the feelings were mutual. He just hoped tolerating him would keep him in Hermione's good graces because she was the most terrifying person he had ever met, beautiful, intelligent, kind, selfless, but terrifying all the same.
His eyes refocused on the slumbering trio when he heard a content sigh. It was from Hermione and he watched as she snuggled further into the warmth of bodies that surrounded her, a smile pulling at her mouth even in sleep.
Her reaction solidified his decision. Yes, he would tolerate the wolves for her. She was happy around them, happier than he had ever seen her.
He settled back into the couch, just content in watching her sleep soundly, and he knew she was, there were no signs of nightmares plaguing her that night. He never wanted to witness firsthand what he had seen in Lahote's memories.
Hermione awoke with a smile on her face; she could feel the warm bodies still on either side of her. She cracked open her eyes and saw that she was in the same position as when she fell asleep. Her head on Paul's chest as it rose and fell with his even breathing, his arm around her tightly, holding her to him and she felt Jacob behind her with an arm still around her stomach. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest with her pressed against him and small puffs of breath hit the back of her neck and it tickled her.
She had had no nightmares, two nights in a row and she felt relaxed, happy even. Just being in the presence of her newly revealed soul bonds eased her fears and worries, brought her serenity and calmness in its place.
She sighed happily and then decided she should get up, she had to get ready and dressed and make breakfast, she had training and she knew her father's would've told the others to arrive early and not bother eating since she'd make breakfast.
She slowly sat up and stretched, her hair had fallen out of her bobble during the night and it now fell around her in unruly curls, far bushier and resembling her younger years.
"Morning," she jumped and turned to see Edward sat on the couch, it looked like he hadn't moved all night, the same book in his lap that he had been reading before she fell asleep, only a couple of chapters in.
"Morning," she greeted softly; not wanting to wake the two sleeping teens on either side of her.
"Did you have any trouble sleeping?"
She gave a bright smile. "No, I haven't slept that well in as long as I can remember, I am so ready for training this morning," she grinned and he gave a chuckle. "I'll just get ready and then you can help me make breakfast," he raised an eyebrow at her. "You don't sleep, which means you're not tired and you don't sleep in and so you will help me make breakfast, all you have to do is stand there and make sure nothing burns," she shrugged. "Are the pack coming?" he nodded. "Thought so, that's a lot of food, it's a good thing I can afford the shopping bill," he chuckled at her.
She carefully removed herself from the hold the two teens had on her and she entered her bathroom. She didn't take long, emerging in five minutes. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun, she wore a white spaghetti strap top, a pair of grey tracksuit bottoms and black Nike trainers were clad on her feet. She had her wand tucked into her hair.
"Right then, I'll wake my fathers and then we can start breakfast," he stood and followed her out of her room, she stuck her head in her fathers' room and he chuckled at the mumbled threats from one of her fathers' before she left and headed to the kitchen.
She flicked her wand and he watched in amazement as food started emerging from all the cupboards and it landed on the different counter tops of which she directed them to. Cartons of eggs, bacon, sausages, mushrooms, hash browns, bread, tins of beans and fresh tomatoes.
"Let's get started," she flicked her wand once more and a radio started playing songs he didn't recognise.
He sat at the island and watched as she pottered about the kitchen cracking open eggs and putting some in the frying pan and some in a bowl before whisking it. When she had finished frying the eggs and making scrambled eggs, she cast a spell over them and started on the bacon, mushrooms and sausages, moving onto the bread and she used a fire charm to make toast, before heating the beans and chopping the tomatoes and frying them. She focused her attention on the hash browns before making a pot of tea, coffee and some orange juice.
As she was about to put everything on plates, the pack walked in.
"What is that divine smell?" Jared sighed in appreciation and she chuckled.
"A full English breakfast."
"That's a thing?" Quil asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, it's a thing, a traditional breakfast, now sit at the table, I hear my fathers up, Jacob and Paul too," they shrugged at her and made their way to the table, just as her fathers entered along with Paul and Jacob, dressed in their clothes from the day before.
Paul kissed her cheek in greeting and took a seat at the table with the rest of them and she smiled and shook her head.
"By the way, The Cullens are outside," Seth informed her. She thanked him and headed outside, greeting the others and bringing them through the wards.
"What is that God awful smell?" Rosalie grimaced as they entered the tent.
"A full English breakfast."
"That's a thing?" Emmet asked.
"Yes, it's a thing," she huffed and then made her way over to the table, taking a seat and everyone proceeded to eat breakfast.
Afterwards Hermione flicked her wand and all the dishes and food went to the kitchen to clean themselves.
"Time for training," she spoke and they followed her outside to their training spot, she once more erected a barrier between the pack and Cullens as a precaution and she noticed them shiver.
"What was that?" Sam asked her with narrowed eyes.
"I've put up a barrier between you, I'm not risking it, and that's good that you all noticed, that means you're starting to recognise magic, when spells are being cast, you'll need that, it'll keep you alive as we can only offer you so much protection."
"We don't need your protection."
"Maybe not from vampires, but from my kind you do, you'll see just what I'm capable of soon enough, and I want you to take into account that I've only been doing magic since I was eleven, that's eight years of training. Some of those that we're up against have been doing it for over half a century. They practice dark and unforgivable magic, they won't hesitate to torture or kill you. We would never resort to that in a battle, but we have studied the dark arts so that we can better understand it. If we know the theory behind a dark curse, we can recognise it and block it with the correct spell, if the case calls for it, we can even reverse it and heal the injured. We have an abundance of healing spells, charms and potions, but not all can heal dark curses, you need Counter Curses and spells for that, if they exist," Hermione explained.
"We have spells that can do almost everything, we have spells that can hurt you," Remus took over, wearing a pair of white trainers, grey tracksuit bottoms and a grey jumper, whereas Sirius was in his customary black trousers, black t-shirt and black hiking boots.
"We have spells that will make you bleed, spells that will bruise, break bones, enter your mind and control your every action and you are powerless against it. We have spells that will make you lose your sanity, that will torture and cause you unimaginable pain, mentally and physically. There are spells that can rupture your internal organs, sever limbs from your body, boil your blood, fill your lungs with fluid and suffocate you, cause blood to pour from every orifice, spells that can blast you into pieces and finally, spells that can and will kill you, some instantly, some slowly and painfully," they all looked horrified at the news.
"Fortunately for you," Sirius added in a more joyous tone. "We have spent months, years really, researching and learning how to defend against this type of magic. We can easily recognise most of these curses and we will teach you to do the same, so pay attention because what we teach you will be the line between life and death. And on a happier note, we only use spells that will incapacitate our opponent; we don't kill unless we have to."
"You've killed?" Collin whispered with wide eyes. A look of sorrow filled their faces and the three magical folk nodded regretfully.
"We've killed, yes, Collin," Hermione whispered. "We're not proud of what we've done."
"What you did was to survive" Jasper said with a tone that dared them to argue with him. "It was war, people die," they slowly nodded.
"There are seven forms of magic, Transfiguration, Healing, Counter, Charms, Hexes, Jinxes and Curses. We will be focusing on the last four, these are the types of magic that will mostly be used, you have nothing to worry about for Counter, they reverse the effects of spells, they can't hurt you, but the others can," Hermione said, changing the subject, they nodded to prove that they were listening to her.
"First of all, the least dangerous, Charms. Charms is a form of magic that adds or changes properties of an object, it focuses on what a spell does and not what it is, charms usually have longer resistance times. The next is Jinxes, these are spells that are used with the intention to make you feel embarrassment and discomfort, and they give amusement to those witnessing it, it's usually something silly like making you burst into song uncontrollably or giving you boils. But jinxes can be used in battle, knocking opponents away, making them trip, distracting them, they are quite usual."
"Next we have Hexes, this is a form of magic that causes moderate pain and suffering, it'll sting but it won't kill you. Again, discomfort and embarrassment come into play. And last but not least, Curses, these are the worst. These are affiliated with Dark Magic and spells that will cause serious damage, harm and even death, these are the ones you'll have to watch out for. You can determine between the types of magic by the incantations, wand movements and colours of spells; usually very dark or bright neon colours indicate serious damage heading your way, in which you get out of the way or block it quickly."
"We know it's a lot to take in," Remus spoke, gaining their attention. "The more time you spend around us, the quicker you will pick up on things and you'll begin to understand what we mean and soon enough, you'll even be using our jargon."
"Fifty galleons, one of them is saying Merlin's Beard, Balls or Saggy Y-Fronts, in a week's time," Sirius grinned. Hermione and Remus sighed and shook their heads, causing the others to chuckle.
They then turned around and got into position, Hermione had her back to their observers, with Sirius and Remus facing her and they had their wands trained on her, she on them in return.
"Whatever happens, don't interfere, if any of us get injured; it can be healed, we don't take our training lightly and there will be injuries, that I can guarantee you," Remus warned. Three in particular didn't like the sound of that and they stiffened.
"On the count of three," Sirius spoke clearly.