A/N: Glad you liked the first chapter, hope you enjoy this one just as much! Anyway, just so you know: the war that's brewing it the war that never happens in Breaking Dawn, the Volturi against the Cullens, because they think that her child is an immortal one. Also there might be some discreet Bella bashing.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

"'Mione," Ron moaned.

"What is it, Ron?" She asked, twirling a pen between her fingers.

"We don't have anymore food." He whined.

"Well, then go buy some Ronald." She said, concentrating on the book she was reading.

"I don't know hooow."

Hermione sighed and lay down her pen. "Honestly Ronald! I'm not your mother! Take the car and go to the market." He opened his mouth to respond but his friend raised her hand before he could even try to find an excuse. "Don't you even dare try to say you don't know how to drive a car since I distinctly recall you driving a flying car at least twice during our second year at Hogwarts."

"And look how well that ended up, 'Mione." Harry added as he walked into the room.

"See! You have to go now!" Ron proclaimed.

"I don't have to do anything what-so-ever, however, seeing as I am a good friend I shall go." She accepted, closing her book after checking the page she was on and stuffing her notes into it.

Ron grinned in victory but froze at the look his best friend was giving him.

"You're coming with me, Ron."

"What? But I-" He tried to object.

She shook her head and waggled her index finger in his face.

"You're coming Ronald, or I'm not going." She stated.

"Fine." He huffed, glaring at Harry who was leaving the room with a large smirk.

"Perfect, you'll be learning the fine art of grocery shopping, that way next time you won't have an excuse." She grabbed her jacket, took hold of Ron's hand to make sure he wouldn't escape and dragged him out to the second hand car they had bought.

He sat in the passenger seat, arms crossed in annoyance. "Stop acting like the victim here, Ron. I was in the middle of a very important passage in the book I'm reading. It was all about the many different characteristics of shape shifters."

"I thought you already knew them all." He said.

"I know most of them but this book is much more detailed. It said the characteristics depended on the animal form of the shape shifter."

"So have you learnt more?" He asked.

She shook her head when they stopped at an intersection. "No the book I'm reading is about shape shifters in general, so it only lists the things they all have in common. I need to find a different book to learn more about wolf shape shifters."

Hermione parked the car in front of the small grocery store on the end of town and jumped out. She took a chariot and motioned for Ron to follow her. They were in the canned food section and Hermione picked up a can of tomato soup to check the date.

"Look here Ron, see this little date in black?" He nodded. "That's the date that the food inside this can expires."

He examined the date and Hermione let him take his time to calculate how many days they had to eat it. "So we have a month and a half to eat it?" He checked.

"Yes, but since it's canned food, if it stays closed for all that time you can still eat it for a while after it expires."

"It'll still taste good?" He verified.

"It should." She answered. "I don't eat much of it, I prefer fresh food, but it serves it's purpose."

And so it went: Hermione checking every so often that Ron understood the concept of the expiry dates. They finally reached the last row in the shop, the cereal aisle.

"Can we take these?" He asked, waving a box of Cheerios in her face.

"Sure." She agreed, searching the shelves for the type she prefered.

She found it a little farther down near a group of three tall, muscular and shirtless boys. She rolled her eyes, she understood that it was a warm day, but she wouldn't go as far as to say it was warm enough for that. She stretched her arm to take the box, her fingers grazed it when one of the boys stumbled backwards, knocking Hermione off her feet. As she fell her hand accidentally pushed the cereal package onto her head and then grabbed the first thing it could. An arm. A bare, very warm arm. The boy attached to this arm wrapped his arms around her, pulled her back to her feet before she could land on her butt and drew her against him to steady her.

"Are you alright?" He asked, his voice vibrating through his body into hers.

She raised a hand to her head, where she felt a bump growing from where the corner of the box had hit her. "Ow..." She muttered.

"'Mione!" Called Ron, hurrying up to her.

She turned to look at her red headed friend and nodded. She realized that the man had yet to release her and quickly disentangled herself from his arms. Ron quickly checked her for any sign of a bruise or other.

"I'm fine Ron, don't worry. It was just a cereal box!" She defended frustrated by the fact that her friend was treating her like a porcelin doll.

"And your arm? It didn't start bleeding again, did it?" He questioned. "Poppy said sudden movements could cause it to bleed." She glanced at the three men that were looking at her concerned.

"Sorry about knocking into you, I mean we were just fooling around, we didn't know someone was behind us." The tallest and more muscular one said.

When he started speaking Hermione was studying the others of the group with a slight frown, trying to figure out what was bothering her about them. The tallest boy was studying her face carefully and, out of embarrassment, she averted her eyes from his. Despite the situation she had enjoyed being in his arms far too much for her liking. She didn't even know his name, for Pete's sake! Once he was finished with his appology she realized that it would be rude to continue to avoid his gaze.

"It's quite alright." She told him, her gaze meeting his and for a brief moment the world stopped, his gaze had been friendly and apologetic a second ago, now however, his eyes had glazed over as he stared at her, unable to look away. She shook her head, eyes turning to the other men. "I've been through worse." She said, her eyes flying over the one in the middle, not daring to meet his gaze once again.

"I'm Seth, he's Quil and the fat one in the middle is Jacob." He said, nudging his friend.

Quil smiled and said a quick 'Hey', Jacob however still kept staring, not saying a word.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, this is Ron and I'm Hermione." She offered a hand to shake but groaned when she saw the blood on her gauze. At the sight of the blood, Ron grew angry.

"This is all your fault! You immature show off-y idiots!" He exclaimed.

"Don't listen to him." Hermione said." "He's extremely protective and hot tempered. It's not your fault my cut started bleeding again."

Seth eyed the gauze that was slowly turning bright red. "You should probably get that checked out by a doctor, looks like one hell of a cut."

Ron nodded. "I think that's an excellent idea, c'mon Mione lets go." He said.

"What about the food? I can survive loosing blood for a few minutes, you on the other hand can't survive a few hours without food."

"We'll put it aside, I'll call Harry and he'll come get it while we go to the hospital." He said.

Once they were in the car he sent out a patronus to Harry and drove them all the way to the hospital. They walked up to the nurse at the reception. She eyed the blood and decided that Hermione was loosing too much blood to go to the waiting room and called up the emergency doctor.

"Carlisle? It's Camille, you've got an emergency, she's loosing a lot of blood. Should I send her up?"

Hermione couldn't hear what Carlisle responded but the receptionist nodded and hung up.

"He's expecting you, first floor, room number 75." She told the pair with a warm smile.

As they stood in the elevator Hermione bit her lip nervously. "What will we tell him about the cut? How will we explain it to him?" She questioned.

"You can come up with an excuse, and then we'll obliviate him."

"I suppose that'll have to suffice."

They arrived at room 75 and walked in when the doctor waved them in quickly. Ron shut the door and Hermione purposfully placed her self on the rolling bed, facing away from the door in case someone should walk in without knocking. Hermione noticed he was very pale, had golden eyes and when he picked up the witch's hand, very cold hands. She tensed at the realization of what this man was. Was the vampire working in the hospital so that he could have access to easy targets? She widened her eyes at Ron. He raised an eyebrow and mouthed the word 'What?'. She looked from Ron to the vampire called Carlisle then back to Ron meaningfully. Ron looked back, completely confused. Hermione glared at him and sighed in annoyance. She slowly placed her hand behind her back so as to not attract attention from the vampire that was carefully unrolling the gauze from her arm. She clutched her wand in her hand and held her breath when he opened his mouth.

"What do we have here?" He asked, gently.

"An- em- well..." She trailed off, not knowing how to explain the wound he was going to reveal.

His eyes widdened in shock as he held the bloody arm in his hand. "Mudblood." He read, in a low voice. "What does it mean?"

She offered him a small smile. "It's meant to mean... Dirty blood." She murmured.

He raised his eyebrows in question but she merely shook her head.

"It's still hard to talk about." She said, forcing tears to her eyes.

When he saw the tears welling up the doctor nodded. "No matter." He said, signaling that she didn't have to explain anything to him. "I do need to know however, why it was not stitched up?"

"I... We haven't been to any doctors before you, we only just arrived here and we left England in a rush so..."

"You should have gone to the hospital before hand." He reprimanded with a stern glare.

Hermione nodded, her hand loosening it's grip on her wand slightly. He quickly set to work on it after disinfecting it. He meticulously stitched it up and wrapped her left forearm in a clean new gauze.

"All done!" He claimed, content. "You're free to go."

The couple nodded and stood still in the room, Hermione finally pulling out her wand. "You're the best at it." Ron agreed.

She swung around to face the puzzled doctor. She raised her wand at those words and preformed the complex spell. "Obliviate." She whispered, at that exact moment everything seemed to click in Carlisle's mind, although it was too late for him too do anything. She pictured what she wanted to remove from his mind, pulling them out in absolute concentration so as to not take out more than necessary. She made sure everything was perfect before lowering her wand and going to loop her arm through Ron's.

"Thank you very much for your help Sir." She said, with a large grin.

He nodded, trying not to show how lost he was at that moment. "Have a good day!" Exclaimed Ron.

Hermione held onto Ron's arm as they walked down the hall, when she was sure they were out of ear shot she leaned into Ron to speak to him in a low voice. "He was a vampire."

He spun his head in surprise. "A vampire?! Working here, in the hospital?!"

She aquiested. "It's confusing; at first I thought he worked here because it would be easier to find human blood and yet... He didn't try to drink mine and that may be because you were present but he didn't even seem tempted by it."

"It could be he's just good at controlling himself, he does work in a hospital after all." He told her.

"I don't think so, if that were the case he'd have red eyes... Carlisle, he had golden eyes."

"What does that mean?"Wondered Ron.

"I have no idea." Hermione admitted. "But I intend to find out."

"What's up with him?" Paul questioned as he entered Sam's house.

"He's been like that since we bumped into those people in the food store." Quil explained.

Jacob was sitting on the couch, staring into the distance, lost in his own little world. Seth and Quil had a small suspicion as to what had happened but kept their thoughts to themselves, just in case they were wrong.

"We should probably get Sam to wake him up."

"I don't know dude, it's pretty funny watching him like this." Embry interjected, stuffing his face with popcorn.

"Get Sam." Jared ordered.

Embry stood up, putting down his bowl of popcorn. "Nobody touch this, you hear?" Then he ran outside, jumping off the front porch and phasing in midair.

Sam? Get back here. Jake needs you. I'll take your place.

On my way.

Five minutes later Sam was in the house, kneeling in front of his second in command.

"Jacob, look at me." He ordered, using his Alpha voice.

Jacob jumped, immediately coming back to himself. "Sam? When did I get here?"

"You've been here for an hour." Quil informed him.

"What was wrong?" Sam asked.

"I- I imprinted." Jacob announced.

"I knew it!" Embry claimed, high fiving Paul.

"On who?" Sam wanted to know.

"The British chick!" Seth yelled.

Jacob glared at him. "Her name is Hermione." He growled.

Leah strode in and rolled her eyes. "Thank God, now you won't be moping around about Bella all day."

"You weren't any better, Leah." Jacob spat.

Suddenly, the realization of what happened to him came crashing down and a face eating grin spread across his lips. "I imprinted." He repeated, amazed.

"I'm happy for you Jake." Sam said proudly, patting Jake's shoulder.

"Now all you have to do is talk to her and get to know her without going all wierdo on her like today." Paul joked.

"I was just shocked, I'll be prepared next time." Jake snapped.

"You're home early." Esme observed as her husband walked in, a distant expression on his face.

"I took the rest of the day off." He told her.

"Why is that? You've never done that in the hundred of years we've been together."

"I... I'm confused." He answered. "I can't remember somethings that happened today."

Esme worried, called for Edward. "Edward will be here in a few minutes, in the mean time, sit down."

Carlisle sat down on the couch repeating the moment over and over again in his head. He remembered greeting the couple that had come into his office and he remembered them thanking him but nothing in between. Edward appeared in the room and immediately knew what he was called for. He searched his adopted fathers mind, re-living the moment Carlisle took off the blood soaked gauze from the brunette's arm and then just as it was about to reveal the wound, it skipped to the pair wishing him a good day and leaving.

"Well, the reason you can't remember that part of your day is because that moment isn't there. It's almost as if it doesn't exist, as if it never happened."

"How do you explain this?" Esme inquired.

"There's only one way to explain it, only I don't know how it's possible."

"How what's possible?" Carlisle questioned.

"Someone tampered with your head and I'm willing to bet it was one of those two."

Carlisle and his wife flashed a glance at each other and then as one looked at Edward intently.

"I think it's high time we find out who exactly these British newcomers are." He smirked.

A/N: Please please please tell me what you think. And sorry for spelling mistakes and typos!