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SonnyPotterPokemon101: yes, some of the HP characters will appear, but I'm not telling who or when though ;)

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Well anyway, here's the next one! Hope you like it. Sorry it took a while. .'

Lea

"You're a witch." Bella stated.

"Yes." Hermione said seriously.

"You mean with brooms, potions, wand wielding, and all that hocus pocus?"

"Yes Bella." Alice said rolling her eyes.

As she said last night, Hermione spilled the beans to Bella at breakfast. She thought she would have taken it easy, but she was clearly proven wrong.

"You've got to be kidding me." Bella deadpanned and continued to eat her pancakes.

"But it's true!" Hermione cried incredulously.

"I don't believe you." Bella said stubbornly. "Witches, do not exist." She said as she pointed her spoon at Hermione.

"Don't you point your spoon at me Swan," Hermione chided. "Come on Bella… believe me!" she whined.

"No, no. This must be some kind of joke. There is no way—"

"Oh come off it Bella! You believe in Werewolves and Vampires for Merlin's sake! Is it so hard to believe in witches and wizards too?" Hermione glared at her as she pored herself a glass of milk.

"Merlin?" Bella asked questioningly. "Oh, you spilled your milk by the way." She pointed out.

"Don't change the subject!" Hermione exclaimed in frustration, though she did wiped the spilled milk anyway. Carlisle, who was seating across them, chuckled as he read his morning paper.

"Well sorry for not believing! For all I know you could've tricked them with that cup appearing thingy!"

"Cup appearing thingy? It's called conjuring. Oh honestly Bella, you're just being down right ridiculous!" Hermione huffed crossing her arms.

"And I think you're forgetting we're vampires, love. We would have caught it if it was just a trick." Edward pointed out.

"Okay! Fine! I get your point! I believe you then…" Bella sighed. "But…" she grinned. "You've got to fix my truck and convince Charlie to end my grounding."

Hermione groaned while Emmett guffawed from the living room.

"I knew you would pull something like that…" Hermione murmured. "Fine. I'll do your stupid truck, but no promises about Charlie though." Hermione shrugged as she took a bite out of her toast.

"Deal, but don't you call my truck stupid! I happen to like that red piece of metal!" pouted Bella. Hermione just rolled her eyes at her cousin and continued to eat the delicious food Esme cooked.

After finishing breakfast and helping Esme wash the dishes, Bella insisted that Hermione proceeds to fix her truck. So Hermione with a long heavy sigh complied with her wishes and let herself be dragged outside to where the truck is.

"So… what exactly do you want me to fix here..?" Hermione asked as she stared the red truck.

"Only the dents and the cracked windshield at the back" Bella grinned.

Hermione grumbled and took out her wand. By now everyone was outside, watching her curiously.

"Reparo." She muttered.

And in an instant the dents and the broken windshield was repaired.

"Awesome." Emmett breathed in awe.

"I can't believe I'm saying this. But I agree with Emmett." Bella said.

"Me too." Alice, Jasper, and Edward said.

"Hey!" Emmett cried with a frown.

They all laughed, even Rosalie cracked a small smile. When they were about to head back in to the house, Hermione's phone rang. It was a call from her mother.

"You just go on ahead Bella." Hermione said. Bella nodded and heads in with Edward and the others.

"Yes mum?" Hermione asked as she picked up her phone.

"Hermione, I was just wondering when you two will be home from the Cullen's?" Jean asked.

"Um, I'm not sure mum. Why? What's wrong?"

"Well the thing is dear; your idiot of a father seems to have forgotten his suitcase back at the hotel in Seattle… all his papers are there" she sighed.

"But I thought we brought everything before we left!" Hermione said incredulously.

"Yes, yes I know but the problem is dear we can't go, we're meeting Bill today. And I was hoping you could go and get it in our place?" Jean asked hopefully.

"Don't worry, I'll go and get it for you… does he need it for today?"

"For tomorrow morning dear"

"Okay, I'll be there in a few." Hermione said as she hanged up.

When Hermione went back in to the house, Esme, Carlisle, Bella, and Edward was there waiting for her.

"Leaving so soon?" Esme asked. A sad yet understanding expression was on her face.

Hermione smiled kindly at the older woman who has come like her third mother, after her own and Molly Weasley.

"Yes, but I'll promise to visit again." She said as Esme stepped up and gave Hermione a tender embrace. As she stepped back, Carlisle took turn and also gave her a brief hug.

"It was really a pleasure to meet you Hermione." He said charmingly.

"Like wise Carlisle." Hermione said with a small smile.

"It was also nice to meet the lot of you actually." She grinned.

"As we, Hermione" Edward chuckled. "oh and Alice wants me to warn you that there'll be a heavy rain later on, so bring your umbrella and coat." He said.

"My thanks to Alice then" Hermione smiled.

"Your welcome!" called a tinkling voice from somewhere upstairs.

"So, do you need me to drive you or are you going to disappear in to thin air like Houdini." Bella asked jokingly.

"Actually Bella, Houdini did disappear in to thin air. He was a wizard. And what he did is called Apparating. Like this!" And with that Hermione disappeared with a loud pop.

Bella looked incredulously at where Hermione once stood. Edwards's eyebrows practically flew to his hairline.

"She got me." Bella whispered in awe.

And that was all it took before everyone started laughing.

-HERMIONE-

"Thank you very much." I said as I received the suitcase from the manager.

"No problem miss, but do be careful next time." The manager said smiling kindly.

"Will do," I smiled back.

As I stepped out of the Lobby, I looked at the clock and was surprised to see it was 1 pm.

Well maybe I'll stop by a café and have something light for lunch…

I walked my way around town again looking for a nice cafe when I finally spotted one called Coffee Cup, right across the old bookstore.

Not wasting anymore time, I entered the small Café and was instantly greeted with the wonderful aroma of Tea leaves and Coffee.

"Hello, my name is Sophie. May I help you?" said a young blonde teenager from behind the counter. Probably A part-timer, I'm guessing around 15 – 17 years old.

"Yes please, can I have Earl Grey tea and a croissant?" I asked.

"Sure, I'll bring them for you in 10 minutes." Sophie grinned.

I nodded and turned around to take the seat by the window. Since I've got nothing to do, I took out my phone to see the new message. It arrived last night but I was to tired to read it.

Hey Mione,

How are you? You've forgotten to owl us by the way.

Yea! You lied! You said you would the first thing when you arrived!

That was Ron by the way, love you!

Harry

Ps. Ron broke the TV in the living room again. Ginny and the kids said Hi.

I groaned. That was the 5th TV Ron destroyed at Grimmould place.

Harry & Ron,

Don't be ridiculous.

How am I supposed to owl you if I don't have one?

And you do realize I could always text you through here.

I just haven't got the time till now.

And Harry, how did Ron destroy it this time?

Last time he blew it when watching that horror movie.

Love you too Harry, tell Ginny and the kids I said Hi back!

Hermione

I send the message and was just in time as Sophie came with my order

"Here's your order. Hope you enjoy it." She smiled.

I thanked her, and then proceeds to take my time consuming them. After I've finished, I paid the bill and gave her a fine tip for her services then proceeds to head off to the bookstore.

As the bell at the door tinkled when I entered, the calming smell of old books and parchments greeted me once more with a stronger hint of mint coming from the middle aged man behind the counter.

"How lovely, a visitor! It's been a while," he said wistfully. "Oh, how rude of me, I haven't even introduced myself. Nick Fleming, madam, owner of this old bookstore." He introduced himself.

"Hermione Granger, sir." I said politely.

"Ah… Miss Hermione Granger, such a lovely name for such a bright and intelligent woman. You're British I presume?" he asked as we shook hands. A slight tingle shot through my arms and I noticed his bright blue eyes had lightened with a slight twinkle in what I thought was recognition and knowing, though it was probably my imagination since I've never met someone by the name of Nick Fleming.

"Yes, my family and I came here from London for a visit and a vacation."

"I see, well now back to business. How may I help you today Miss Granger?" he asked.

"I was just stopping by to look around and hopefully find a nice book I could buy to read later on. You're book collections are magnificent sir." I said as I gave him a small smile.

"Thank you, my dear. Well now if I may, I suggest you go look at those books, the third shelf from the right. Those are quite old and by far some of my favorites. I will let you choose two of your liking to keep." He said as he smiled.

I stared incredulously at him. "Are you serious?" I asked.

He nodded in confirmation. "Yes, dear. As a matter of fact, you may borrow any book from this store any time you need it since it's the least I could do." He said.

I scrunched my brows in confusion "But sir, I've never met you before. Nor do I think I've ever assist you with anything in particular."

"One does not need to see eye to eye to be of assistance. Now, if my memory was anything to go by, I remember an old friend of mine once told me; that three very young students happen to save a certain important stone." He said. "And if I wasn't mistaken, one of those students was a child by the name of one; Hermione Jean Granger."

And that's when it hit's me. How I could have missed it was beyond me.

"Nicolas Flamel…" I breathed in awe.

"The one and only." He grinned.

Here in front of her is the man who created The Holy Grail of Alchemy – The Philosopher's stone, a well known legendary substance that created the Elixir of life and capable of turning lead in to gold. The very same man who she thought was supposed to be dead.

"B-But how! The stone was destroyed by Dumbledore himself! The news papers said that you died as did your wife soon after the following year in 1992 at the age of 665 and 668 respectively in Devon of old age!" I blurted out without knowingly out of shock.

He merely laughed in my expense.

"My dear, Dumbledore did destroy the stone. However, whose to say I couldn't make another one?" he pointed out. "And the news of our 'death' was simply a hoax Albus and I created to trick Riddle." He explained. "But alas my dear, this is not the right time to discuss of this matter. Someone might be listening. Now go on! Go pick out your book child." he said as he ushered me to the shelves.

I head of the third shelf from the right like he instructed and was immediately greeted with many rare books. That one could wish to ever read. Let alone own.

As she roamed the shelf, two leather bound book at the top caught her attention. History The Interpreter Of Prophecy and The Lives Of All The Lords Chancellors.

I wanted that book. But the problem is I couldn't reach it. I've tried everything I could think of! Well except Magic. I couldn't because there was a part timer I didn't recognize sorting heavy boxes right at the corner.

I huffed in irritation and cursed at my height.

"Need help?" asked a familiar voice. "Wait, your Hermione right?"

I turned around and was yet again met with bright brown eyes.

FLACHBACK

"Oh! Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you." Someone said. A man I noted by his voice.

"No no! No it's fine, I shouldn't have zoned out anyway." I said as I shook my head.

I looked up and was greeted with bright brown eyes staring back at her.

"I noticed someone was in here when I returned from the store room downstairs. I saw you looking at the books and I was just wondering if you needed any help. I really didn't mean to give you a heart attack." He said sheepishly as he ruffles the back of his dark blonde hair.

"Really, it's fine. Don't worry." I said hastily. "Um, are you the owner of this book store?" I asked. He looks too young to be the owner though… maybe successor?

"No" he said as he shook his head. "Not me. I'm just a part-timer. The owner, Nick, is out with his wife for a lil bit I think." Ahh I that explained it…. "You want to talk to him? I can always call him?" he offered.

"No, there's no need too. I was just curious." I said, smiling slightly.

An awkward silence engulfed us, and I took my time to get to really observe him. He was quite tall, around 6'3, obviously towering against her 5'4 form. He was also a bit pale, but not that noticeable compared to hers. His eyes, was indeed a few shade lighter. And his dark blonde hair looked windswept and a bit messy, reminding her a tiny bit of a certain dark haired wizard with a lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

"Um, I'm Riley Biers by the way." He introduced himself, breaking the awkwardness slightly as he extended his hand.

"Hermione Granger, a pleasure to meet you." I said, a bit hesitantly as we shook hands.

END OF FLASHBACK – RILEYS POV

"Yes, good evening Riley." She smiled politely.

"So, witch book do you want here?" I asked.

I've been watching her ever since she tried to jump and grab the book when she thought no-one was looking. It was quite amusing, but then I took pity on her and decided to help. Not that I'm going to tell her anytime soon that I've been watching her struggle, but she really is cute when I saw her disheveled and frustrated state, and huffing in annoyance. What the hell! Bad Riley! Since when do I sound like some sick bastard? He thought as he shook his head.

"Those leathered bound one. I couldn't reach it." she sighed.

Obviously… I thought, holding in my chuckle as I got the two books she wanted and hand it over to her.

"Here you go."

"Thanks." She said gratefully.

"Riley! Josh! Closing time! It's already 5.30!" I heard Old Nick said from the counter.

"OKAY!" I called back.

I heard Hermione gasped and watched as she looked at her watch. "It's that time already?" she groaned. "I have to go, sorry. It's late." She sighed.

Ok dude, this is it!

"Hey, Hermione!" I called at her retreating form. "Before you go, do you wanna go and have dinner with me? It's nothing fancy, just at a diner close by. The food is great there you know? And uh, I know it's a bit early for dinner, and uh well—" oh man, smooth you idiot! She'll never go at this rate…

"I'd love to go." She chuckled. "I've got a few hours ride ahead of me anyway." She smiled.

"Ok, but hold on. I need to get my things first." I said.

"Sure" she said as she sits in one of the chairs.

I went in to the staff room and quickly grabbed my bag and coat.

"What got you in a rush?" Josh asked as he zipped up his coat.

Josh was the other part timer who works here. He's only 16, and if I wasn't mistaken he's got a twin sister working at the cafe right across the street.

"Dinner with a girl." I said simply.

"You mean like a date," he said and peered over the slightly opened door. "With that hot chick?" he asked.

"It's not a date," I said as I grabbed my keys. "I've just met her 2 times man, we're simply having dinner."

"Yea, you do that." He snorted. "Well have fun!" he called as I went out of the staff room.

"Will do!" I called back. I walked over to her and helped her up. "Come on." I said.

I walked passed Nick on the way to the door, I was about to greet him when I saw him looking down at something. I looked down to see what it was and I saw that I haven't let go of her hands yet.

"Um, sorry" I blushed. I quickly let go of her hand and apologize. Nick on the other hand, gave us this annoying knowing looks.

"It's fine." She said. Her cheeks were slightly flushed.

"Have fun you two," Nick said with a twinkle in his eyes. I don't know how he does it but seriously, it twinkles.

I opened the door for her, well you know trying to be a gentleman, and offered her my arm. "Milady," I said jokingly.

"Why thank you, good sir." She joked back as she took my arm. She was laughing slightly at my poor attempt imitating those British accents.

It was a short walk to the diner, and soon we were in and ordering our dinner. She ordered a Fettuccine and Iced Lemon Tea, while I ordered a beef burger and soda. We talked and get to know each other better while we ate. we talked about our hobbies, our likes and disliked, then I told her about my parent, that they wanted me to go to a university in Forks, but I declined because I wanted to get in to one in Seattle. And I told her that was the reason I ran away. I pay my own fees by working part time in various places; Nick's bookstore was one of em. In turn, she told me about her life in England. She told me that she lives in Scotland while her parents were in London and that she visits them on Holidays. She told me about her job, how she quits and now working as a writer. That's when she told me how old she was.

"So how old are you really?" I asked curiously as I opened my can of soda.

"25" she said simply as she drank her own drink.

I almost choked on my soda at that. I looked at her incredulously. "Are you serious? You don't look like one." I said in awe. It was true. I thought she was younger than me or at least the same age.

"And how do a 25 year old should look like?" she asked raising an eyebrow. "And you do realize it's rude to ask a woman's age." She pointed out, grinning at me.

"Sorry," I said sheepishly.

"Its fine," she shrugged and gave me a reassuring smile.

We finished our dinner and I paid for both of our meals much to her chagrin.

"At least let me pay half of it," she sighed as she opened her umbrella. It was raining quite heavily at the moment.

"I'll have none of it. It's on me anyway." I grinned.

"Fine," she huffed. "Thanks Riley." She smiled as she kissed my cheeks.

"No problem." I said. I know I'm probably grinning like an idiot, but who cares! I thought.

I watched as she turned around the corner then groaned in realization.

I forgot to ask her number.

I cursed mentally and just hopes that this will not be the last time I'll see her.

I pulled the hood over my head and head off to my apartment.

-3rd PERSONS POV-

Something is not right.

He felt uneasy. Like someone was watching him. He picked up his pace and by the splashing nose behind him he was being followed. Panicking, he decided to run.

The apartment is a few blocks down, he reassured himself.

But before he could even take another step, something rock hard and solid crashed in to him full force, sending him crashing in to a wall.

He groaned and quickly stood up. He looked around in alarm; millions of thoughts ran through his mind.

"Who's there!" he cried.

There was no answer.

The cold rain keeps on pouring down on him, soaking him to the bones.

He stood there, looking around frantically for any signs of movements.

But all he can see are shadows cast by the streetlights.

There was a snap.

He quickly looked around and he swore he saw something moving on the roof.

He ran again. But this time he doesn't care where, he just needs to run. To get away from that thing who is chasing him.

"Help me!" he cried desperately as he ran. "Anybody!" he cried.

Suddenly he was slammed down by ice cold fingers and found himself flat on the road with something straddling his back.

"I'll help you…" breathed a small melodic voice by his ears. He shivered in terror and before he knew it, the thing bit down on his neck.

The last thing he remembers was the searing pain spreading out throughout his body and a certain brown-haired woman before he blacked out from the sheer force of it.