A/N: Here's the next chapter, tell me what you think. Thanks so much for all the lovely reviews! You guys are awesome! Oh and Shmuuyaassyyy, Bella is definitely going to have Renesmee but Jake won't imprint on her (obviously) and there'll be a few other differences.

Have any of you read what Stephen King said about Twilight? You should, it's true and funny!

Disclaimer: I don't own a thing!

An hour and a half after her discovery Hermione was still sitting in the garage, sometimes reading her book, sometimes trying to find a way to tactfully broach the subject of his being a shape shifter. A way where he wouldn't know she knew. As she considered the different techniques to approach the discussion she examined Jacob.

He stood in the middle of the messy garage, surrounded with scrap pieces of metal littering the ground and rusting car parts piled up in a corner, collecting dust. It was a very unattractive decor and yet Jacob still managed to look attractive covered in grease and dirt, his hair pointing every which way. This was perhaps due to the fact that she thought Jacob to be one of the most beautiful men she had ever met. Beautiful. She had never been one to describe men as beautiful but Jacob was exactly that. There was no other way to describe him.

Hermione watched a single bead of sweat drip down his neck, over his collar bone, down his chest and abs, disappearing when it arrived at the very sexy V area most men have. Her eyes drifted to his hands, that he was wiping in an old dirty rag that he threw down beside her.

"So why did you move here?" He questioned, moving to stand beside her at the table. "Hermione?" He said her name when she didn't answer.

"Oh it's a really long and complicated story." She said, trying to avoid the subject.

He shrugged, half sitting on his work table. "We've got time. This car won't be fixed until tomorrow."

Hermione sighed, gripping the edge of the table, her knuckles turning white. "These last few years, we went through some rough times in England. It wasn't public knowledge that there was a 'war' of sorts going on." She explained, air quoting the word 'war', to make him think it wasn't that big of a deal. "Ron, Ginny, Harry and I somehow found ourselves caught up in it as soon as we turned eleven. When it ended last summer we just couldn't handle the aftermath, we wanted a normal life so we packed up and left as soon as it was over." She smiled at him sadly.

"I never heard about it." He murmured.

"As I said: it wasn't public knowledge, only those who were involved were aware that it was happening. The government didn't publicize it, you know, because it's what they would call a 'gang war'. Though you probably heard about some of the attacks that happened, even if they were called natural disastors or freak accidents they weren't. Heard about the Millennium Bridge catastrophe?" He nodded. "Well that was because of the war." She stated.

"Wow..." He breathed. "Sounds serious."

"It was." She agreed.

Jacob wanted to say that he knew how she felt. That he'd been in a war as well but he realized that what he'd been through hadn't even been close to what she had. He hadn't been fighting for seven years, his whole country hadn't been attacked because of it. Just his pack and the Cullens. He picked up her hand and touched the gauze wrapped around it.

"Is this from the fight?" He asked, carefully.

He saw her face close off, her face an emotionless mask when she shook her head. "Not exactly. This is from," she paused, fiddling with the top of her band-aid, avoiding his intense gaze. "This is from when Harry, Ron and I were taken captive by the other side." She whispered.

Jacob decided not to ask about that, since she obviously wasn't ready to talk about it and simply nodded silently.

"So! Did you warn your friends that you weren't coming home tonight?" He inquired loudly, after a slight pause.

Hermione grinned, thankful for the change of subject. "Yes I called them a while back."

"Perfect!" He exclaimed, slapping his thighs. "We're going to eat at Emily's tonight 'cause I don't cook and neither does my dad. We better get going or we'll be late."

He ran into his house to get a shirt and quickly came back out. "Are we walking then?" She wondered.

"Yep, it's not all that far and if we pass by the beach it's a pretty nice walk."

Hermione stuffed her hands into the pocket of the sweatshirt he had lent her and walked beside him.

"And you? Have you lived here all your life?" She asked, smiling.

He spread open his arms and grinned. "Yeah, and I'm likely to live here for the rest of my life too." He said.

"You're not interested in living elsewhere?" She wanted to know, wondering if that had anything to do with the fact that he was a wolf and his duty was to protect the tribe and it's land.

"A little but holiday trips will have to suffice." He said.

"Hmm." She answered, not knowing what else to say. "And what do you do in your free time?"

"Mostly I hang out with the group of guys you'll meet tonight. And work in my garage."

"What do you do with them? Go to the beach, walk in the forest, go out to town?" She tried to ask discreetly, wanting to see how he would answer.

"Mainly we go to the beach, but we go to Port Angeles from time to time."

She nodded, gazing out at the grey sea laping at the sand. "Does anything exciting ever happen here? It seems really calm."

"A crazy thing occasionaly happens but otherwise it's always like this." He answered honestly, thinking of the activity caused by all of the vampires wanting to kill Bella.

They continued the iddle chit chat until they arrived at a wooden house where three boys raced out of the house, pushing and shoving, laughing loudly and whooping.

"It's gonna be good tonight!" They exclaimed, running behind the small hill, out of sight, before transforming and heading to the border to get the others for their break.

"Are they always quite so excited?" She asked.

Jacob chuckled. "All the time." He responded, jumping up the three stairs.

Hermione appeared slightly nervous as he introduced her to part of the pack. She was rather surprised when instead of taking her outstretched hand they all hugged her. Jacob laughed when she threw him a desperate look while Jared twirled her around in a circle after yelling: British Chick!

When he put her back down, she straightened her clothes, standing straight. "Must you call me that? It's positively horrific."

"Well Hermione's a bit of a mouthful, got anything else we can call you?" He stated.

"'Mione, if you wish."

Jared grimaced. "Me-own-nene. I don't like it." He shook his head.

"How 'bout Mia?" Offered Embry.

"I don't see where you find an A in my name." Hermione said.

"Mia it is!" Embry determined.

"I'd rather not."

"I like it." Jared told her.

"I see no matter what I say, you'll still call me Mia." She observed dryly.

"She learns quickly, I like her. Can we keep her?" Embry questioned no one in particular, wrapping an arm around her.

"She's not a dog." Paul said, entering the house with the others.

"No but you are." Quil shot back.

"Calm down all of you. Or Emily isn't feeding you." Sam ordered, strolling in. "Hermione, pleasure to meet you."

She shook his hand. "Likewise."

Seth waved at her happily as he too came in. "This is Paul." Jacob said, motioning to the boy Hermione had not yet met. "And that's Leah, Seth's older sister." Hermione smiled at the other girl who merely glanced at her with indifference before going out back.

"She's not really a people person." Paul said, plopping down onto the couch, kicking Seth off of it.

"Just 'cause I'm the youngest doesn't mean you can treat me like that." He muttered.

"What you going to do about it?" Paul jeered.

"I'll kick your arse."

"I'd like to see you try." Paul challenged, stepping closer to his younger pack mate.

"No fighting in this house!" Emily exclaimed, waving her hands. "You know the rules: ph-fighting happens outside." She caught herself just before saying 'phasing'.

The meal was over in less than an hour, with the pack eating as fast as all the Weasleys reunited. Hermione barely had time to lift her fork full of food to her mouth before she was bombarded by another set of questions. Finally it was time for her and Jacob to leave and after long drawn out good-byes, they did just that. They strolled slowly over to the beach, heading back to his house, their arms swaying from side to side. They didn't talk just enjoyed the view and silence. Fifteen minutes later they were standing on the old wooden porch of his house.

"You can have my bed, I'll take the couch."

Hermione shook her head. "Don't be silly, I'm here for the night, I won't kick you out of your own room." She stated.

"We can both sleep on the couches if you want, either way I won't sleep in my room." He smirked at her.

She opened her mouth to argue but decided it wasn't worth it and nodded reluctantly. He opened a drawer and handed her one of his old shirts. She smiled in thanks, he lingered in the room for a few more moments as if he wanted to say something else but ended up nodding and then he left. Hermione changed and slipped into his bed, hugging his covers to her body, breathing in deeply, inhaling his scent. She must have stayed that way for at least half an hour, until she realized what she was doing and jumped out of the bed, raking an angry hand through her hair. She was becoming extremely annoyed with herself, she was never one to act in this manner because of a boy or man, no matter how handsome.

She glanced at the bed and shook her head. She decided to get a glass of water so as to clear her mind, she tip toed through the hall, hoping not to wake him. She filled a white plastic cup and took a sip while looking out the kitchen window appreciating the landscape. Suddenly, the cup halfway to her mouth she froze at the sight of none other than Jacob Black climbing out his fathers bedroom window, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. For a brief moment he was hidden behind his garage but then he was back in full view, in his wolf form. Hermione gaped at him, her mind going wild. He was even more beautiful in his animal form. Even in the moonlight Hermione could tell his fur was a rusty brown colour and that he was huge. One of the biggest wolves she had ever seen, almost bigger than the black one, if not bigger. Which would not make sense, seeing as the biggest wolf of the pack was always the Alpha and by observing him she had determined that he was not the Alpha. Perhaps he was the Beta but there was clearly something peculiar going on here. Then again the whole town was bizarre so she shouldn't be surprised.

The next morning Jacob had the strange sensation that Hermione knew he that he had gone out had last night, more importantly what he had gone out to do but he shook the idea off, there was no way she could know. However, the way she kept looking at him for long periods of time silently made him wonder.

"We got an invite." Harry informed her when she got home.

Hermione took it from Ron who had been looking it over. "I didn't think they were actually going to invite us." She murmured.

"We'll finally be able to see how the vampires interact together and with humans." Ginny said.

"And with the shape shifters, a few of them were invited as well." Hermione added.

Harry dropped down onto the couch beside Ron and took a sip from his drink, staring up at his best friend. "You know what this wedding means don't you?" He checked.

She nodded, taking a deep breath. "The Volturi will be getting involved."

"Why would they get involved?" Ron asked, frowning in confusion.

"Because humans and vampires can't get married, unless the human is transformed. Which means Bella will be transformed sooner or later." Hermione explained.

"And transforming a human is against the Volturi's laws." Ginny finished, catching up.

Hermione nodded at her. "Unless the Volturi want something from Bella turning into a vampire, there will be some serious trouble heading this way."

"Guess there's only one question to ask." Ron stated. His friends turned to him, waiting for him to say just what exactly that question was. "Are we going to get involved as well?"

Harry smirked, Hermione rolled her eyes and Ginny laughed. "You know me Ron, not a year goes by without me getting into some sort of trouble." Harry shrugged.

"And we never let Harry get into some sort of trouble without us." Hermione finished, using the same words as Harry.

"That might have been a naïve question, but let a bloke dream." He muttered.

"So who'll send the RSVP?" Ginny inquired.

"Hmm your father's new neighbours have accepted the invite." Alice told Bella.

Bella's head snapped up and she took the papers Alice was holding out for her. "That was quick." She observed.

"At least some people respect the time limit. There's only a week and a half left until the marriage and I need to know who's coming and where I'm going to sit them!"

Bella flipped through the lists. "Has Jacob not answered yet?" She wondered sadly when she saw Sam, Quil and Embry's name on the list next to Billy's name.

"Not yet, but give him time Bella. It's got to be hard for him to see you get married to another man."

"I suppose."

Alice rubbed her soon to be sister's arm. "You know he'll come wether he RSVP's or not." She said.

Bella shrugged weakly but grinned as soon as she saw Edward enter the room. He was frowning. Again.

"Please don't tell me you're still brooding about what happened when we went to my neighbours house." She groaned.

"It's not natural." He claimed. "If you were in my position, you'd understand."

"What happened?" Alice demanded, in a mother hen tone.

"We went to Hermione, Ginny, Ron and Harry's house the other day and Edward was disturbed by the fact that he couldn't read their minds." Bella explained, resisting the urge to role her eyes.

"None of their minds?" Alice asked, surprised.

"None." He shook his head. "And it wasn't like with Bella."

"What changed?"

"With Bella, I can't enter her head at all, I can't do anything to her. With the four of them I could enter their mind but I couldn't see anything."

"What does that mean?" Alice inquired.

"It means that I was in their heads but their was a shield surrounding all their memories, thoughts and feelings. I've never come across this in all my life. It's as if they put them up themselves."

"I don't understand." Bella said.

Edward thought about how to describe it to her so that she would understand it. "Think of it like this: they've put up a brick wall around their mind."

Her eyes widened. "Is that even possible?"

"Up to this day I thought it wasn't but obviously I was wrong." He replied, lost.

"Humans shouldn't be able to do that." Alice said. "Humans can't do that." She corrected, more firmly.

"Perhaps they aren't human then?" Bella tried.

"No they are humans, I could feel their body heat and hear their heart beat." Edward said.

"What are they then? First they erased part of Carlisle's memories and now they block you out of their heads. Clearly there is more to them than meets the eyes."

"Should we talk to the pack about it?"

"No, we can figure this out without their help." Edward answered.

Bella huffed and exited the room, muttering about arrogant vampires.

"Remus said that things are stirring up down South." Ron said, reading a letter as he came into the living room.

"Really what's happening?" Ginny asked.

"Their has been a flocking of werewolves going up North and leaving the Southern countires in Europe. Mainly in Italy."

"What does it mean?" Harry wanted to know.

"He thinks it means that the Volturi is getting ready to move. It's happened once or twice before."

"You think they're going to come here?"

Ron nodded. "It's only logical after all. The way Remus explained it in his letter the last time it happened the Volturi was planning a war and because the werewolves could sense it; they left."

"But their is no reason for a war just yet." Hermione said.

"Not yet, but they're getting ready for it. They're building an army, just in case."

"I'm not sure I fully understand the situation." Ginny said.

"I don't think any of us do." Harry assured her.

"We don't even know if they're thinking about coming here." Ron added.

"Odd coïncidence don't you think? They're organising themselves to fight right before the wedding takes place." Hermione stated.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, that the Volturi could just as well be moving because of the Cullens, as for something else entirely but we won't know unless we ask someone on the inside."

"What are you thinking?" Harry wondered, watching his friend warily.

Hermione turned to look at her friends with a concentrated expression. "I think we should ask him for help." She said.

"You're mad!" Ron barked.

"He owes us Ron and you can't deny he'd be of help! He knows people on the inside." She shot back.

"There's no one else we can ask?" He questioned, his voice hoarse.

" 'Fraid not Ron, we don't know anyone else with those types of contacts. He's our best shot." Harry told his friend, patting him on the back.

Ginny who had been looking from her boyfriend, to her brother, to her best friend since the beginning of the topic frowned suspiciously. "May I know exactly who are you talking about?"

A/N: WHO would you readers like to see appear in this story? I have a few who will be in it from Hogwarts but if you have anyone you would especially like to see, please tell me. Ah and sorry for all spelling mistakes! I really hope this chapter was okay... :/

Try and guess who the inside man is, go on. Try! Hehe. XD