A/N: Sorry that my first chapter was so ultra-short. I couldn't say too much about it, because she has to tell people later, and if I said it all in the first chapter, my story would become very, very repetitive. So, this will be longer. I promise.

FORKS

HermionePOV

I drag my eyes open. My head feels like someone smashed a rock on it, repeatedly. And I see trees. Oh God, my head. I work myself up onto my elbows, and touch the back gingerly. When I take my hand away, I see blood. Oh god. I hate blood. I search my pockets for my wand, and then search a little more frantically. No, no, no, please let me still have my wand. I spy it lying in the grass just inches it away, and launch myself at it - regretting my sudden movement as pain knives through my skull in white-hot bursts.

"Episkey," I murmur, tapping my wand to the back of my skull. I grimace as I feel blood stop, a fracture re-knit, and skin repair itself. I stand up slowly, and check myself over. I look down. Robes. Bad. Very bad. I don't know where I am, although I think I know what's happened.

Everything I felt when the Time-Turner broke is synonymous with a reality jump. I've read about them so many times - it's a risk when Time-Turner's are getting towards the end of their life. And if I've jumped realities, we have a massive problem. I hold the Time-Turner up to the light and inspect it. As the sunlight hit's the centre, McGonagall suddenly appears before me. Harry and Ron are in her office, looking sick.

"Hermione Granger's Time-Turner has done what we all assumed was impossible. She has jumped Reality itself."

"Hermione is in a parallel universe? Is she safe?"

"I don't know. There's no research to say -"

"Professor, can you hear me? It's Hermione!"

"You're very faint, but we can hear you! Do you know where you are?"

"In the middle of a forest. Not that that helps any. Professor, there is supposed to be a book on Reality jumps. You need to find it. You know the basic rules for this?"

"Hermione, there's something you need to know. Before Professor Dumbledore died, he did a little work on Reality jumps. The person who jumps a Reality falls through a brand new hole in the fabric of reality itself. These holes never last longer than two weeks. You have two weeks to find a way to get home."

"No pressure? That's OK. Listen to me, the book, you have to find it. I can't stay in this spot for a fortnight, so it will be impossible for us to talk to each other. Harry, you need my research. I was trying to find something, something very important. I can't say what it is now, I don't know if anyone is listening. Ron, stay with Ginny, now more than ever - she'll explain, after you've told her what happened to me. And if I don't see either of you," I swallow, my throat closing. "If I never see you again, keep going. Remember that I love you both, yeah? And don't forget -" The picture abruptly disappears. I hang my head. The possibility that I won't ever see either of them again is terrifying.

I walk for nearly ten minutes, before I abruptly see a house through the trees. I run, desperate to have some solid object I can build on, rather than nothing but trees. A young man with golden eyes suddenly appears in front of me. I scream.

"Hey, whoa!" He holds out both hands, to show me he isn't armed. I instinctively check my wand is still in the pocket of my robes.

"Who are you?" I say, my voice harsh with fear.

"Hey, chill. I'm not going to hurt you. My name is Edward, Edward Cullen. May I ask your name?"

"Where am I?"

"OK, this is getting odd…"

"Trust me, kid. Just tell me where I am."

"You're in Forks."

"Forks? What the hell?"

"OK, I'll try again. You're in Forks, Washington. The United States of America."

"I'm in America?…OK, what day is it today?" The boy with the golden eyes is now looking at me with something akin to concern.

"It's July 11th, 2009. So, um, who are you?"

"What? Oh, right. My name is Hermione."

"You want to tell me why you're acting so oddly, Hermione?"

"Edward? Edward?" A new voice, a girl's, filters through the trees.

"No, Alice! Fetch Carlisle!" I start to back away, feeling fear knot in my stomach. Who is this boy, with the golden eyes, the pale skin, with friends hidden in the trees? "Hey, don't be scared," he says, alarm in his voice. "Nobody is going to hurt you. Carlisle is my adopted father. I feel having an adult here would be better."

EdwardPOV

I watch the girl in front of me. Her hair is hanging in perfect ringlets, yet she looks dishevelled, somehow. Her eyes are brown, identifying her immediately as human. She seems edgy, eyes darting around the trees. There's definitely something odd about her.

"Edward?" Carlisle's voice calls out cautiously.

"Is it OK?" I ask her, sensing she'd bolt if he just appeared. She nods, and her hand tightens around something in her pocket. I focus on her clothes. Robes, with some kind of crest on them. Who is she?

What is she?

"Edward?" Carlisle emerges from the trees, and takes in the situation at once. "Who are you?"

"Hermione." She pauses. "Hermione Granger."

"My name is Carlisle. Carlisle Cullen. What happened?"

"I don't know."

"She asked me where she was." I drop my voice to a level she won't hear. "I've read her mind. We need to talk."

"Well, Hermione, I think you ought to come back to our house for a while. You can't stay out here all night." Her eyebrows shoot up into her hairline.

HPOV

"How do I know I can trust you? I don't know where I am, I don't know how I got here, I haven't got a damn clue how I'm going to get back and I don't know who you are!"

"We understand about the trust thing. Listen, I'm a doctor, I can help."

"I'm not crazy!"

"No, but you are covered in blood." I look down. Well, what do you know? He's right.

"It happens to be my own blood. So there's no need to call the cops. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to be on my way." I turn on my heel and walk bang into a young man who vaguely resembles a Greek God. I remember that jaws are not meant to trail upon the floor. "How many of you are there?"

"Why do you assume we're together?"

"You all look the same," I point out. I'm starting to get impatient. And more that just a tad uneasy. They all look alike, yet different. They all appear with such silence and speed. "Dead pale, dark circles, golden eyes and - excuse my being forward - pointlessly good-looking. You must be together. And you all appeared out of bloody nowhere and I didn't hear you walk up to me, and you neither," I say pointing at the third of the men, who is looking at my front quizzically. I cross my arms protectively. "And my face is up here!" His head jerks up. "Ergo, you are all together, I'm willing to bet there are at least two more of you out here and don't even think about attacking me from behind." I point my wand directly between Edward's eyes. He raises one eyebrow. "Trust me, my friend, this is so, so much more than a stick." I'm past caring. I'm surrounded, I can feel it, and I'm getting such vibes from them. Both younger boys radiate power of some kind.

"Oh believe me, I know. I am curious as to whether it will work on me. Perhaps we should try it." I touch the wand to the point between his eyes.

"Now, I think we should all just calm down."

I can't fight the unexplainable exhausted feeling that sweeps over me. I know which of them it's coming from - the third, unexplained, unnamed blond in the wood. But I'm aware of the fact that I'm falling.