Disclaimer: I do not Harry Potter, Twilight, or any of their many characters. This is simply a work of fanfiction.

A/N: This was a prompt from "dancerkr" on AO3, a crossover fem!Harry x Jasper pairing. In this AU Voldemort is completely dead and there are no horcruxes! I know this is very short, but I had trouble making the pairing work.

As always, canon is a joke unless I like it. I hope you all enjoy. :)

Jasper approached the young woman's bloody form. He didn't know who she was, but he had smelled her blood miles away. He had pushed his immortal body as fast as it could go, because as soon as her scent hit his nose the word "mate" had been on repeat in his mind.

He had to get to her, whoever she was.

He slowed down as the scent became overwhelming. She was laying in a clearing in the woods, a broken broom laying a few feet from her.

A witch, then. It had been years since he met a witch. He could see that she had a wand in a holster on her left forearm, but it had broken into several small pieces.

He kneeled beside her. Her blood was spilling out of a gash in her head, mixing with her long black curls. Her chest was heaving in an attempt to keep breathing, and her heartbeat was starting to slow.

He couldn't let her die now that he had found her, he would have to change her.

As Hyacinth fell, all she could think was "Hermione was right".

Would they put that on her headstone?

Hermione had told her not to fly her broom while she was in the United States. She said the weather was too unpredictable, that storms appeared quickly, that she didn't know the terrain well enough.

She was right.

When she hit the ground she felt her left arm, the one with her wand holster, shatter as her broom rolled out of her grasp. She was screwed.

She laid there attempting to catch her breath for a mere moment before a man appeared at her side. She looked up into his ruby eyes, and for a split second she panicked. No, Voldemort was dead.

She took in the rest of his face as she fought to breathe. He was impossibly handsome, and pale. He had blonde curls that under better circumstances she would have been tempted to bury her hands in. A ray of sunlight peeked through the cloud cover, reflecting off his skin in an iridescent sparkle.

A vampire.

The man grabbed her hand, and she felt a jolt shoot up her arm and through her body at his touch. She couldn't think clearly enough to know what that meant, but she knew it was significant.

They had studied vampires in Hogwarts, but her mental faculties were failing her under the weight of her pain.

"Don't worry Darlin'," his deep voice comforted through the pain, " I'm gonna make it better, but it's gonna hurt first. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."

She tried to nod her head, but it was hard. She felt like she weighed ten times the amount she usually did.

"Bite me," she whispered with the last of her strength.

Surprise appeared on his face, but Hyacinth's eyes were already beginning to flutter shut. She didn't possess the strength to keep them open.

She felt him place his hands on her face gently, like she was precious, and turned it to the side. Everywhere his hands touched sent flames through her body. He kissed her neck gently, and bit down on it.

The flames consumed her.