Author's Note- Cruel of me to leave it where I did last time? Maybe just a little… And that whole Rocky Horror thing? I was just having a Rocky Horror day and felt like including it. It has no bearing on the rest of the story, so fear not.

I HAVE CHANGED THINGS IN THIS STORY! MWAHAHAHA! ON 7-21-11 AT ABOUT 10pm I WENT BACK AND EDITED, SO IF YOU READ CHAPTERS 1-5 BEFORE THEN READ AGAIN! The main changes are easy enough to comprehend if you'd like to just read this note and I'll explain them, but there is a bit of backstory that I added to make the whole Granger/Swan family relationship more understandable. The biggest change is that now, instead of being one year after the Final Battle, it is two years after. So Teddy is a little over two and Hermione is twenty. Other than that, it's just little things that made the story more understandable, in my opinion.

Disclaimer- No, I don't think I'm from Europe. That sort of means I can't be JK Rowling. Shame, isn't it? And I'm not Stephanie Meyer either.

Chapter Six

"What happened to Hogwarts, Hermione?"

Once Hermione heard the word Hogwarts, she was immediately on her guard. One thing that the war and its aftermath had taught her was caution. She'd not expected to run into anyone who knew of the magical world in Forks, so she admittedly hadn't been as careful as she should've been, but that wasn't to say her reflexes weren't still superb.

She had her wand in her hand and pointed at Carlisle by the time he'd finished asking his question.

"How do you know about Hogwarts?"

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Before Carlisle had even finished asking her what had happened to the school he loved, he could hear the whooshing sound of a wand flying out of a sleeve and he could tell that she had her wand pointed at his back.

She's quick. He thought, impressed, as she asked how he knew of Hogwarts.

He raised his arms so that she could see he was unarmed and slowly turned around. He knew that it would be next to impossible for her to actually incapacitate him, but he wasn't really interested in scaring Hermione because of the way he'd been unable to restrain his words from betraying his knowledge of magic.

"I told you I attended a boarding school in Scotland. It's been a while, but I went to Hogwarts when I turned eleven and graduated from Hogwarts at age eighteen. Same as I imagine you did. I mean you no harm. I don't even have a wand on me." Carlisle said in his least threatening tone. He didn't know what she'd been through, but, from both the picture and her actions, it was clear to him that she was used to erring on the side of caution.

"Accio wand!" When no wand came flying toward her, Hermione lowered her wand a bit, beginning to believe he was actually unarmed, but she was still ready to curse him if he made any sudden movements.

"Voldemort happened to Hogwarts." She explained, clearly believing he would understand what that meant. Carlisle was still just as confused as before, if not more so.

Voldemort? That's French for flight from death; what was Hogwarts doing fleeing from death? That doesn't make any sense at all.

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about." Carlisle confessed. It was rare nowadays for him to have no idea about something, and it bothered him to be so unknowledgeable about anything, even more so about something that had once been so important to him.

"The Dark Lord? He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named? Death Eaters? None of that rings any bells to you?"

Which Dark Lord does she mean, there have been hundreds? Oh…perhaps there was a recent one and he was responsible for the destruction of Hogwarts.

Carlisle shook his head and replied "No, I've been a bit out of touch with that world for a long time. I've had a purely muggle existence for quite some time."

The doctor was glad to notice that her wand arm dropped almost completely and her battle-ready stance relaxed quite a bit.

"But you can't be over forty, even with the slow aging of wizards. Voldemort would have been in the height of his power during the First War while you were at school. How do you not know?" She looked so honestly puzzled that Carlisle was tempted to tell his secret, but then he remembered that it wasn't just his secret to tell.

If I tell her about being a vampire, I'll have the entire family's approval first. It wouldn't be fair to them if I just flat out told their teacher they aren't human, even if she is Bella's cousin.

"Humor me, please; I'm older than I look, Hermione." He answered evasively.

She frowned at his non-answer to her question, but she began to explain anyway. "Well, about thirty five years ago, there was a wizard named Tom Riddle who began to rise to power. He was the half-blood descendent of Salazar Slytherin and his aim, like so many other Dark Lords, was to rid the world of those he thought unworthy. Namely, muggles and muggleborns. He was paranoid about dying and wanted to find a way to be immortal, and he was well on his way to doing so before he was stopped. He spread terror like you can't imagine. There was a prophecy that he was told about, but he only heard half of it. He heard the part saying that there was a baby to be born at the end of July who would be able to vanquish him. So, obviously, the best plan of action was to kill this baby before he became strong enough to control his magic, right? Wrong. When he attacked Harry Potter, something happened that turned him into just a shadow of himself. He barely existed, and the wizarding world believed him dead. Harry Potter was hailed as the boy-who-lived and sent off to live with relatives because his parents had been killed in the attack.

"Harry never knew about magic until his eleventh birthday when his Hogwarts letter came. His muggle relatives weren't the pleasant sort and they tried to stop him from going to school, but they weren't successful. Harry became a Gryffindor and, like many of us Gryffindors, he had a bit of a saving people thing. In both his first and second years he delayed Voldemort's return to the best of his ability. In his fourth year, Harry was a Triwizard Tournament Champion for Hogwarts. During the third task, he was tricked into portkeying away and unwillingly played a part in Voldemort returning for good. They dueled in the middle of a graveyard and it ended up as a bit of a stalemate. Harry returned to Hogwarts via the portkey and informed everyone of the Dark Lord's return, but no one believed it for another year until Voldemort was spotted in public and it was too late.

"The Second War wasn't as bloody as the First, at least not at first, but it was just as terrifying, if not more. The worst of it started at the end of mine and Harry's sixth year, when the Potions Professor killed Headmaster Dumbledore, who was the leader of the resistance. After that, nowhere was truly believed safe. Barely three months later, the Ministry had fallen to the Dark. Harry, Ron, and I were on the run for many months while we tried to destroy Voldemort's keys to immortality without him noticing until it was too late. When he finally did notice what we were up to, he was furious and Harry used his link into Voldemort's head to find out where he'd hidden the last of what we needed to destroy him. Ravenclaw's Lost Diadem was hidden in the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts. Voldemort and his minions, the Death Eaters, attacked Hogwarts only minutes after we were able to raise the alarm and gather the resistance. Many died that night, but Harry did the impossible and survived the Killing Curse a second time before he killed Voldemort, for forever this time.

"This painting truly is my worst nightmare; it shows the aftermath Battle of Hogwarts. That redhead over there on the grounds is Ron, mine and Harry's other best friend; he lost one of his brothers and his only sister in the battle. This is Harry just a few minutes after he found out who all was killed in the battle. It nearly tore him apart to realize that so many of the people who made up his only real family were gone, and that most of his first home was crumbling. Hogwarts took almost an entire year to rebuild, but it reopened last September."

"I don't even know what to say to that. If I'd been there it probably would have become my worst nightmare as well."

Carlisle could imagine what that must have been like to live through. He'd seen some horrific things in the years he'd lived as a vampire, mostly while living in Italy with the Volturi and during his many different times in human militaries during war while serving as a doctor, but a war like the one she described wasn't like those. He was familiar with the way wizarding wars usually went; they weren't like muggle wars that usually made it clear who was on which side. In wizard wars, no one was one hundred percent above suspicion. The neighbors who'd lived next door for centuries could be the ones you had to fear more than any, but you may not know it. Your most trusted friend from Hogwarts could be a traitor. Magical beings were more capable of defending themselves than normal humans, but they were also capable of more destruction than normal humans. Carlisle knew this; his mother's generation had fought a massive magical war. She'd not attempted to spare him the details of it either, claiming that he needed to be aware of what humans were able to do to each other.

"Yes, well there were a few good things to come from that day. Harry and I adopted his godson after all his other family was killed by the Death Eaters, the remaining members of the wizarding world won't have to worry about being murdered in their sleep, and most of the scum of our world is gone."

Carlisle was about to ask why she'd adopted her best friend's godson when the bell rang to signal the beginning of the next class and within seconds students were pouring into the classroom.

"We'll have to speak again at some other time, Carlisle. Please ask Emmett to control himself and dress appropriately in the future."

Carlisle recognized that she was putting an end to their discussion and putting on her role of teacher, so he nodded and said "I'll make sure he realizes how stupid he was today. Thank you for informing me about the incident." He figured she would be able to tell he was thanking her for more than just telling him about Emmett.

As he left the classroom and made his way to his car, Carlisle couldn't help but wonder if he truly wanted to know more about what had happened in the wizarding world recently. He was so deep in thought that he failed to remember until he was looking at an empty parking space that he'd told Emmett to take his car.

Crap. What to do now? It would be suspicious for me to appear to walk home when most of the humans know that my family lives almost fifteen miles outside of town, and that's on the entire opposite side of town….

Carlisle briefly considered going to either Jasper or Rosalie and getting the keys to one of their cars and having the 'kids' all go home in one car later, but then he remembered that most people weren't even aware that he'd been at the school, much less that he'd given Emmett the keys to his car.

With all the students in class, no one will even notice me leaving. And Hermione will just assume that I apparated home after Emmett took my car.

With that decided, Carlisle walked toward the edge of the forest and, once out of sight of anyone who may be watching, as unlikely as that was, he took off into a run, all but disappearing with his speed.

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Author's Note- What did you think? Tell me about it in a review and I might write the next chapter quicker….