IMPORTANT AN: This simply wouldn't leave me alone, so I had to write it while I was facing a little writers block for The Letters to No One. Don't worry I'm still working on it. I've changed the time line a little bit for this, Harry and Hermione were born in 1993 and the Battle of Hogwarts was on May 2, 2010. Hermione's birthday is also on August 22, 1993 instead of being in September of 1992. Twilight's timeline remains the same, so all the crap with the Cullens is over by the time Hermione gets to Forks. Seth's Birthday will be December 3, 1992 so he will be close to nineteen at the start of the story. Everything else from both worlds is pretty much the same.

TRIGGER WARNING: For mentions of rape and other Dark themes, though this is definitely not as dark as The Letters to No One.

October 7, 2011

"Hermione," Andromeda Tonks' shrill voice rang from the glowing cheetah Patronus, and the animal known for its speed, cunning and seamless ability to raise its playful and ignorant young up to be predators in a wild, survival-of-the-fittest world proved an apropos representative of the protective mother hen. "Take Teddy and run! They're after us! The wolf has found the cub! I repeat…" but she didn't get the chance to 'repeat' anything as the message was cut off by a piercing scream, Andromeda's scream. The shiny, silvery-blue Cheetah vanished in a mist as quickly as it had appeared, the joy filled euphoria it should've brought, as was a Patronus' nature, dissipating to a panic filled hysteria with extreme expediency, comparative to the way a sunny sky is taken over by a rapidly encroaching squall, it had been the literal calm before the storm; and what a storm it would be.

Hermione Granger looked over her shoulder to the back door in her kitchen, she knew what that code meant… Fenrir Greyback had tracked them down. He'd found Andromeda, and that would lead him to her and Teddy. He would want the son of the man he turned and the body of, 'the bitch that got away', as he called her. An epithet he meant in a variety of ways, claiming her to be a 'bitch', in terms of both the muggle and werewolf cultures. He meant that he found her strength and determination infuriating, that it was a fiery trait he would snuff when he made her his own; his pet, his bitch to rut into daily until he reached exhaustion leaving her prone to the mercy of his inferiors as they did the same. Or at least that's what he promisingly whispered into her ear as he forcibly took her virginity at the manor, that she would be the packs bitch, that he would make her enjoy it, that he would make her a wanton woman whose only purpose was to be live out her days as an unremitting, uncomplaining sex toy; a constant slave to his carnal urges that was broken of her desires to be anything more. He clearly did not know Hermione Granger…

Hermione Granger was the kind of women that won wars and defended the defenseless. The kind of women who became just that at eleven years old the first time she had to save the world from evil and showed her best friend, her brother, what family truly was. She could be no one's 'bitch,' she was too strong for that, as she was everyone's protector.

And now she had to get away. Sometimes the best means of protection was to simply remove yourself from a dangerous situation, and, with things as they were, this was certainly such a time when said philosophy applied. Even if the war hadn't scarred her too much, both physically and emotionally, to keep on fighting. Even if she still possessed the fortitude and courage to face down a man that'd had her pinned to the ground not so long before, she would still be running. Her Little Teddy Bear was at the forefront of this whole worrisome picture and he wasn't something she was willing to risk. This was the reason she couldn't risk herself either, with what sounded to be Andromeda dying, she was all the tiny babe of a metamorphmagus had left. Well, she and Harry, but the savior of the wizarding world had done enough and it was high time he settled down into the life of love and joy he deserved with his girlfriend. Hermione would be dead before she let anything happen to him, or to Teddy, even when that meant leaving one of them behind. So she had a letter to write and an already packed beaded bag to summon, the instincts of the prey never leave; even after a war with the hunters is won.

Quill hit parchment as she cooed at her godson, hardly eighteen months old and whining moodily in his high chair at the lapse in her attention to him, but this letter had to be written. There was no time for goodbye and her brother, as he was so, in all but blood, would only worry at her sudden disappearance, especially if the abrupt cutoff of Andromeda's message meant what she thought… and it most likely did, the aptly dubbed brightest witch of her age was rarely wrong.

"Harry," she read as she wrote, voice laced with the tears that shimmered from her eyes in crescent shaped pools.

"If your reading this you've probably at least heard of what's happened to Andy and, playing the protective big brother roll you do so well, came straight over to check on my wellbeing. I am so sorry you came to an empty house; I hate to bring cause to your anxiety, as I'm sure the disarray of my departure has done.

"But Teddy and I must go. It's Greyback, he'll stop at nothing to claim us as his, the son of a man he sired, and the women he wants as his. There are still those out there who want us all Harry, and it's high time this war be over for you. You've been in some form of a fight from the time Voldemort struck you with a failed spell at a year-old and your long overdue for a break."

Hermione took a shuddering breath, swiping at her welling tears as she continued to write hurriedly, worry of the future griping tightly at her fluttering heart.

"I know you'll be safe, the chosen one is a top ministerial priority even as the cub and I aren't. That being said I don't think I can stand to see you plunge yourself into danger again for Teddy and I; because no matter how the press labels me as the Golden Girl, or Gryffindor's Princess one very important moniker remains, Harry Potter's Mudblood. And, despite Kingsley's best efforts at reform, this will remain the only sobriquet to matter in the face of the Wizengamot's remaining, centuries long dealings in bigotry; just as our little bear will be dubbed a worthless son of a half-bread under that same groups narrow-minded views. I wish to never expose him to such persecution. Change can't happen overnight just as our safety can't be guaranteed by the favorable end of one great battle, Voldemort's death merely marked the beginning of a second political war fought behind closed doors and veiled diplomatic incentives. This is a war I do not possess the endurance nor stability to withstand at the moment, especially as the other still wages with all those Death Eaters and warriors of darkness who've yet to be caught."

"I know you'll be angry; I know you'd want to protect us no matter what, but you have peace for the first time after seventeen years of fighting, and I want you to keep it. Perhaps, I'm being selfish, keeping you away from teddy because I want what's best for you, even when I know you'd want the opposite, but I promise I'll bring him back as soon as it's safe. As soon as Greyback is caught.

"I must go now, every second I spend writing to you, the brother I love so, puts Teddy into further danger which is something I simply cannot stand for. You know that if it was only me for whom I had to worry I would stand by you, even at the cost of my last dying breath, but alas I cannot afford to be so selfish with my desires anymore."

"Remember that I love you dear Harry and that not a day will go by that I don't dream of when I'll get to see you again. All hope is for our reconnection to occur in this world, though if the darkness wins and claims my life as its own, just know that I'll see you in the next and that no matter the cost no harm will ever come to il nostro piccolo orso."

"All my love (and I'm sure Teddy's as well for his Uncie Hurreee),

Hermione"

Hermione took a deep breath, turned to her Godson and sighed when she saw him moodily slam his fist into his high chair tray as he watched his 'Mine's' tears fall with all the wariness a child aged only a year and a half could muster.

Muttering a quick accio through her tear strained throat, Hermione snatches a familiar brocade purple life saver out of the air and looks on at the small child. "Well little bear," she asks in her emotionally thickened voice, "where to now?"

He looks on at her with his father's familiar amber eyes, holding a look of incomprehension. "We need a fresh start il mio orsetto, perhaps you should choose where," she explains as if the baby boy can understand. "Here," she continues placing a hastily summoned world map in front of his tiny, happily pounding fists, "just point," she elaborated to the perplexed and uncomprehending child. One of his miniscule fists pounded down again, this time on the map, landing in the Pacific Northwest region of the U.S., Washington State to be exact. Waving her wand to locate where in this State her little bear's paw touched first, she let out a long breath as she read the town name that was being scrawled against the map in Magical ink. "Forks Washington," she mused aloud, regarding the map wearily. "That would sound innocuous enough if I weren't at such a crossroads in my life at the moment," the eighteen-year-old witch pondered then shrugged. Oh well, hopefully the American and British ministries can forgive this illegal bit of magic I'm about to do. Good thing I spent so much time before the hunt learning how to make my magic untraceable, she ruminated, thinking about her time on the run searching for the Dark Lord's horcruxes.

Rooting around in her summoned bag, she pulled out a potion to mute teddy's metamormagus abilities, she knew that where she was going was surely filled with muggles. His hair returned to the sandy blonde and his eyes to the moss green that reminded her so much of his departed father, he was the perfect mix of Tonks and Remus, and it never failed to make her sigh with longing.

"Well Teddy Bear," she coos scooping up the toddler with a watery attempt at a smile and waving her wand at the silver, poppy shaped necklace around her neck, a sixteenth birthday present from her parents the last august they'd spent together. It embodied her birth month in every sense that it could, as it was fashioned after the months symbolic flower and encrusted with the months Peridot stone. It was the most beautiful thing she owned and the glittering light green stones were offset by blue and white as her mother 'simply found the dazzling diamonds and sparking blue topaz gems absolutely darling.' It was all she had left of her permanently mind modified parents who would never even remember their true names, let alone the fact that they have a daughter thanks to her protectively inflicted obliviate. They were better off without her impeding on their safety.

Though she was glad to have the necklace to symbolize not only the love she has for them and the love that they once had for her, but also the next generation of love she had for Teddy through his birthstone of diamonds being left hanging from around her neck, nestled between ones of her own color almost as if in an embrace. It only felt right that she imbue the most precious thing she owned with the magic necessary to start their new life. "Ready to go on an adventure," she finished asking as she grabbed ahold of the glittering piece that dangled from her neck.

As the portkey activates, she feels a tug at her navel, soundlessly disappearing before the eyes of her best friend, who calls after her uselessly, for she knows not of his presence. She neither perceives the cries of his voice nor distinguishes the agony in his emerald eyes as she is whisked away by swirls of magic; and he realizes by the note on the table that he's already too late.

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They land in a brilliant blue flash, somewhere in the depths of the sylvan land's characteristic of the wooded rural town of Forks Washington, Hermione shivered slightly in the autumnal chill as she bounced her fussing godson on her hip. "Well Lovie, let's see if we can't find our way to town and get us a place to live," she coos with a watery smile as the little boy swipes at the tears he doesn't understand being on her face. "We're going to be happy here little bear, I promise. I won't let you lose anyone else," she cries her vow as images of his freshly passed grandmother flash before his eyes. Andromeda Tonks had become like the second mother she hadn't known she needed in the wake of sending off her own parents, and, with the adrenaline of their escape act gone, she truly felt the loss of yet another loving guardian for the first time. The pain of it was nearly debilitating- it would have been if not for the baby in her arms that she needed to get out of the cold.

With a simple point me she started heading to town as she continued to babble down to her godson. "Maybe we should go to town hall or the sheriff's station, hmm little bear? They may be able to find us someplace to stay, maybe even a job so I can pay for your hungry tummy my teeny weeny munchie man." The boy wrinkled his nose at her as she continued their walking with a laugh, "Don't pull that face at me mister you know it's true."

"'Mine 'appy," teddy exclaimed with big eyes and claps of his littles hands as Hermione tittered at his exuberance at her ceasing tears.

"You always make me happy little bear," Hermione promised with a chuck of his chin as they reached the forest edge and came across a road, holstering her wand she decided she'd simply follow it until she reached her destination, praying it wouldn't be long now as night was falling and the chill was settling in, causing the baby in her arms to shiver…