A/N: I am reposting this story with some edits to the story since I have Grammarly now. I appreciate all those people who reviewed it when it was posted, but now I am reposting and hope those readers will find it. I might end up tweaking a little towards the in.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or Harry Potter.

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Chapter One

1849-Whitlock Manor

"He is going to do great things in his life," Mrs. Whitlock said, as she had tea with the Granger's, as they watched her son play with his wooden guns. She then turned to look at the four-year-old, who was playing with a porcelain doll, and smiled, "Hermione, she will make a wonderful bride, just look how gentle she is with her doll?"

"Don't say that to Oliver, he refuses to accept that his daughter, will someday grow up," Mrs. Granger giggled, as she watched the youngest Whitlock boy, come and kneel in front of the four-year-old. "Jasper, is always so kind, to include my, Hermione in his play."

"He adores your daughter, wouldn't it be wonderful if they got married, when they grew up," Mrs. Whitlock asked, looking at the children.

"My-one, will you miss me when I am at war, getting rid of the bad guys?" The little boy was now wiping his wooden musket, with his handkerchief, as he addressed the little girl.

She smiled at her friend, as she continued to rock her baby, "Of course, you are my friend, Jazzy."

He stood back up with a grin, and started to pose like a hero, "Will you color a picture for me, when I am away from you, My-own?"

"Just like I do for my daddy?" The little girl asked, standing to her own feet, and taking his hand.

"I am going to be big, and strong like my dad, then when we get big you'll love me," He explained as if it was the most logical thing in the world.

"Will you bring me flowers, as my daddy does for my mommy?" She asked, releasing his hand as she looked at her feet.

"I will bring you flowers every day because I will love you when I am big and strong," He answered confidently, as he looked at his play companion.

Mrs. Granger, and Mrs. Whitlock, both smiled as they watched their children, plan their future. "Looks like we'll have a wedding to plan, in the future."

"It would appear so," Mrs. Whitlock agreed, smiling at the children.

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1859 – The Granger Estate

"Do it again, My-own," The young man whispered, as they sat in the large field, between their families homes. Hidden behind one of the many piles of hay among the Granger family estate.

"Jazzy, what if someone catches us?" She whispered, keeping her palms shut, "They will send me to the Asylum."

"Our folks are still at the house, having brandy, and knitting," The blonde whispered back.

"Fine," She sighed as she opened her palm, and placed a piece of hay, causing it to float by concentrating on it.

After a few minutes of silence, the blonde smiled down at his friend, as he got to his own feet, and reached for her hand, "So are you going to save a dance on your card for me, at Bethany Mitchel's ball?"

"If you'd like, Mr. Whitlock," She teased allowing him to pull her to her own feet, as he started to help remove the loose pieces of hay, from her caramel curls.

"My-own?" He whispered as they locked eyes, for what felt like an eternity.

"Yes, Jazzy?" She questioned back, not removing her own gaze, from his.

Without another word, he tilted his head towards her's, preparing to kiss her. He closed his eyes, and almost felt her warm breath against his lips, when:

"Hermione, the Whitlock's are looking for their son, you'll see Jasper this weekend. Now come inside." Her mother called from the parlor window.

"Coming mother!" Hermione blushed, even though they hadn't done anything, thanks to her mother calling her. She kissed his cheek quickly, before running back to her house.

He stood in the same spot holding his cheek, as he watched his companion rush back to the house, until his father called for him.

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Bethany Mitchel's Ball

Jasper had to take in a breath, when he saw the woman of his affections, enter the ballroom. She looked really beautiful in blue. He was standing alongside Andrew Mitchel, Bethany's older brother, who was currently going on about their families pure-brood Bloodhounds. "She looks beautiful."

"Would you like to have one, she is due to give birth to her litter, at the end of the months," Andrew offered, thinking that the young Whitlock, was talking about his prized hounds. "I will let your father know, when they arrive if you wish, Jasper."

"I will talk to you later, Andrew," Jasper patted his companion on the back, before heading towards where the young woman was standing, next to the girl of the night. He held his hand out towards Hermione, and tilted his head, "Would you care for a stroll, Miss Granger?"

She looked at her friend nervously, as she accepted his hand, and let him lead her outside to the park, where there were lanterns across the yawn, "I am glad you asked me to walk, there is something I need to talk to you about, and I don't know how you'll take the news."

He stopped walking, so he could look at her, "You know you could tell me anything, My-Own."

"I think my family is in danger," She whispered, worry etched across her face.

He tucked her arm, through his own, as they headed towards the apple orchard, "Why do you think that?"

"I heard father, and mother, talking about someone finding us, and saying we might need to be prepared to move," She answered, turning to face him once they were hidden behind some trees, "I never heard father sound so worried before. Mom found me listening in the hall, and she had tears sliding down her cheeks, before asking Nana, to get me ready for tonight. Mom couldn't even look me in the eyes, and still isn't able to." She was in tears by this point, "I heard something else before mom found me in the hallways. The people are looking to take me, apparently, it's because of the things I could do, which they knew about."

"Who else knows, about what you are capable of?" The young man asked, picking an apple from the tree, and cleaning it with his shirt then handing it to her.

"I tell you that my family is in danger, and you give me an apple," She placed the apple in her clutch, and smiled at the young man, "Did you know we have never had a guest, as long as I have been alive, my parents never spoke of relatives, or friends. He's staying in the East wing, and I am not allowed to talk to him on my own, unless Nana, is with me of course. If they are afraid of me being alone with him, then why would they offer him a place with us, for the remaining of the summer."

"So does this man have a name?" Jasper asked, taking the young woman's hand, and tucking it into his arm.

"Percival Dumbledore, he is apparently the son, of an old friend of my grandmother." She answered as she let her companion back to the house.

"Where is his family from?" The young Mr. Witlock asked, pausing when an unfamiliar man approached, tilting his head with his hand out to the young woman.

She gave her friend a long look, before accepting the offered hand, pointing to where her parents were watching her. She turned her full attention to the man, giving a polite smile. He was at least six feet, with long black hair, and in his forties. He was the man she was telling the young Whitlock about.

Mr. Granger came to stand beside the young man, placing a hand on his shoulder, "She is just being polite, you still have her heart, Jasper." He winked at the young man, before going to where his wife was, and leading her onto the dance floor.

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