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"What was that Teddy?" Hermione wondered, thinking she had heard him say something.

"I want to play with the wolves," he stated, pointing at the forest where the three wolves were crouched, completely hidden from human view.

Hermione and Ginny turned to look in the direction he showed them but could see nothing. However, they knew that that didn't mean the wolves weren't there, they knew that Teddy had an incredible eyesight and hearing and if he said that wolves were over there, than the wolves were over there.

"Don't be absurd Teddy, there are no wolves in these parts of the land," Hermione admonished.

Hermione and Ginny exchanged a nervous glance, which did not go unnoticed by the trio far away.

"Wolves, wolves, wolves!" Teddy exclaimed, stubbornly.

"Crazy, crazy, crazy!" Ginny shot back, trying to make light of it.

"No!" Teddy pouted, crossing his arms, as if very vexed by what Ginny had just called him. "Wolves," he whispered again, staring at the forest intently.

"Teddy," Hermione warned, sternly. "There are no wolves in these parts of the country," she stated.

"Come along, we've been out for a while," Hermione said, adjusting the boy on her hip. "Your father will be getting anxious."

Teddy's eyes sparkled at the mention of his dad, he nodded at her and wrapped his arms around her neck. Ginny sidled up to the pair and attacked Teddy, tickling his sides. Teddy squealed in Hermione's ear, causing her to almost drop him when she put him down. She threw her friend a dirty look as Teddy ran off away from the redhead. Meanwhile, the trio in the trees were frozen stock-still, unsure what they should do.

Do you think they know about us? Leah wondered, watching the three humans leave.

They know something, that's for sure, but I don't think they know about us, Jacob said, slowly.

I don't like this, Paul said, sounding worried. We don't know what's happening, we're on unknown territory.

We'll have to see what Sam says first, Jacob stated.

He's a threat! I say we finish him now! Paul snapped.

Threat?! He can't be more than four years old! He's in no way a threat! Leah scoffed, rolling her wolf eyes.

I'm just thinking about what's best for everyone, and that would be getting rid of him.

Aw, are you afraid of the little baby, Paul? She mocked him.

I am in no way scared, I just want to make sure he doesn't hurt Rachel. If you had someone to protect you'd agree with me. He snarled.

Rachel is fully capable of protecting herself from a four year old. Leah growled back.

But she shouldn't have to, that's why I'm here!

Leah laughed sarcastically, the sound coming out in a succession of short barks. You can't possibly be thinking of killing an innocent child!

I can and I will if I have to! What's it to you anyway, you don't even know the kid!? Paul demanded.

Leah glared at the boy, but backed off as she calmed down. I just have a hard time believing a cute boy his age could be a danger.

Stop it, both of you! Jacob barked. We'll see what Sam says before you start arguing again.

Unable to contradict the direct order from their Beta, they followed him submissively. They phased as soon as they got close to Sam's house and strode in purposfully.

"Where's Sam, Emily?" He demanded.

"He went to get Jared and Embry, he was summonded by the Cullens," she informed him.

"That was to be expected, of course they'd want to broker an agreement before the wedding in two days time," Jacob muttered thoughtfully to himself.

"It won't change anything, they're still breaking the pact," Paul commented.

"But if Bella's willing, I don't see why we should intervene, it would be a waste of time and energy to start a war with them," Leah argued, surprising both wolves by defending the girl she disliked for so long.

"It's a matter of principle," Paul stated.

"Shut it, you two are just determined to argue today and I can't stand it for much longer," Jacob snapped. "We have more important things to do, like going to meet Sam and the others at the Cullens."

The pair nodded, intimidated by the controlling side of Jacob that had never been as present as it had been to day. He was finally growing into his Beta position. Whether he liked it or not.

"Jake, thanks for joining us," Sam nodded.

"I had news to share and I figured the leeches could be of help in understanding some things," Jacob said, explaining why he hadn't waited for Sam's return at the house.

"Sure you want to share information with us?" Edward sneered. "Since you're planning on killing us in a few days?"

"We'll handle that when it comes," Jacob stated, with a wave of his hand. "Right now, we're facing what could be a big problem and we need as much help as we can get."

Jacob walked forward, pressing his balled fists on the table and leaning forward, a frown on his face.

"We were patrolling the grounds as usual when we picked up an odd scent," he started.

"One we'd never smelt before," Leah interjected.

"It's a mix between a wolf shape shifter and-" he paused, realizing what the dangerous tinge to the boy's smell was. "And a vampire scent."

"What?!" Edward demanded.

"It's impossible to be both!" Emmett claimed.

"He can't be a mutt and a vampire!" Rose said, coldly.

"He isn't a vampire, he had a clear pulse and a loud heart beat," Paul said.

"And he had the same spicy smell that Hermione and the others have, under their personal smell."

"Does that mean he's related to them?" Sam wondered.

Carlisle shook his head. "No only Ron and Ginny are related, the others are just friends."

"So how can he smell like a wolf, bloodsucker and human all at once?" Jasper inquired.

"There's something else," Jacob said, lowly but he knew that everyone heard him as all present had supernatural hearing.

"What is it?" Alice asked.

Everyone could sense the tenseness in his shoulders as he thought of the best way to put it.

"The little boy, he's around three years old and he's called Teddy." Eyebrows were raised at the mention of the boys age but stayed silent, letting Jake finish. "When Hermione, Ginny and him were leaving the park he looked right at us," he motioned between Paul, Leah and himself. "We were perfectly concealed, no one should have been able to see us and yet..."

"And yet?" Urged a very curious Esme.

"He saw us," he finished.

"He didn't just see us," Leah snorted. "He spoke to us."

Chaos followed Leah's statement and for a few minutes, no precise words could be discerned. Many theories and opinions were debated until it was decided that they would take turns watching the boy, waiting to discover what he was and what his family and friends were obviously hiding.

"Hermione!" Jacob yelled as he crossed paths with her as she left her house.

Hermione stopped walking and waited for him to approach her before speaking to him. "Hullo Jake, what are you doing here?"

"I was looking for you actually," he said, sheepishly.

"Really, well I was just about to head into the forest, care to join me?" She questioned, knowing he would say yes.

"I'd love to," he accepted.

They trudged through the soggy forest grounds in silence for about fifteen minutes until Hermione finally spoke.

"Please do tell me what was so important that you had to follow me out into the woods," Hermione said, moving forward in a bid to continu her search for starthistle.

"I wanted to know when you'd be free to go out with me," he stated, watching her lift a large leaf off the ground and peer under it.

"Oh my! I wasn't expecting that!" She exclaimed, shuffling rapidly through her bag.

Jacob looked confused. "I thought I was pretty clear the other day," he muttered as she pulled out a tin can from her small leather brown bag.

She looked up at Jacob their, a small smile on her lips. "I'm sorry, what were you saying? I must admit I wasn't paying attention."

Jacob frowned as she kelt on the muddy ground, not bothered by the fact that her pants were getting extremely dirty. "I said: I was hoping to find out when you had free time to go out with me, I was thinking of taking you to Port Angeles. I know it's far but there's lots to do there."

"That sounds lovely, I'm free tomorrow if you'd like. Or we could go out after the wedding," she offered, taking out a pair of sharp looking scissors. "Could you hold up this leaf for me?"

"Sure," he agreed, taking the leaf and watching silently as she carefully cut the flowers' black stems and slipped the five little plants into her box.

She stood up, looking very proud of herself and wiped her hands on her thighs, covering her jeans with even more dirt. "So what was that you collected?" He asked, intriged.

"Moly," she said, going back to her search for starthistle. She was quite determined to find what she had set out for.

"What's it for? What does it do?"

"It has incredible ma-herm medicale proprieties," she explained, throwing Jacob a nervous sideways glance, hoping he hadn't noticed her slip up. "It was considered a witches plant uptill the 18 hundreds because they were the only ones who dared and knew how to use it, shame really, as it's really very useful."

"I've never heard of it before."

"It's rare, so scarcely used and talked about."

"If you've found what you were looking for, why are you going in deeper?"

"I wasn't looking for Moly, that was a happy coincidence. I'm looking for Starthistles."

"Star-what?"

"Starthistles," Hermione repeated slowly. "If you see any, do tell me."

"I don't even know what it is, much less what it looks like," he mumbled following behind her.

After another half hour of struggling through the wild forest Hermione was pleased to find the starthistles.

"What are you going to do with those?" Jacob wondered, eyeing with undisguised distaste the white, lumpy balls she was dropping into a transparent bag.

Hermione held it up to eye level and bit her lower lip. "I don't even know," she started. "But it never hurts to have some in reserve!" She jiggled the packet a bit and then nodded, satisfied.

The action caused Jacob's gaze to be dragged onto her large smooth scar on her forearm. He remembered when she had told him that it was from the time she was held captive by the ennemies in her war. He didn't understand the true meaning behind the word, mudblood, but even with basic english etymology, he could make out the main gist of the word. He felt the animalistic growl start to rumble in his chest, he felt his rage start to take over. He clenched his fists, trying to remain calm, knowing that otherwise he would frighten her. His possessive and protective nature wanted him to grab Hermione and haul her back to his house, where he could proceed to make sure nothing dangerous came close to her.

But, he already knew that wasn't possible, Hermione had gone through many things and she was a strong willed girl. She would not allow others to fight her battles for her. He snorted at the thought, she's the exact opposite of Bella: smart, brave and independent. How he had ever thought Bella was the one for him was a mystery to him now. How could he have ever wanted someone like Bella? What he needed was someone like Hermione... What he needed was Hermione. A beautiful woman with personality and intelligence beyond compare. If it was possible, Jacob fell even more in love with the girl standing in front of him, staring at him with a raised, expectant eyebrow.

"Helllooo!" She sang, waving a hand in front of his face and snapping her fingers. "Anyone still there?" She questioned, a smile playing at her lips.

"Sorry, zoned out for a bit there."

"I noticed," she grinned at him. "As I was saying before, what time do you want to go out tomorrow?"

"At around three? That way we arrive at Port Angeles at four thirty at the latest. That seem okay to you?" He wondered.

"Sounds lovely," Hermione nodded. "So it would be a movie once we get there, dinner and then?"

"I was thinking we could just walk around," he shrugged. "It's a nice town at night, all lit up."

"That's perfect, there's a place there I've heard of and I've been wanting to go. You wouldn't mind?"

"As long as I'm with you."

"You'll love it, someone told me it was a small touristic alley, a must see for someone like me."

"Someone like you?"

"A know-it-all," Hermione blushed at her explanation, she wanted to say witch so badly, but she knew he wasn't ready to know about that just yet.

The movie ended at seven o'clock, Hermione walking out with Jake's warm arm around her shoulders, leaning into his side. She had laughed throughout the whole movie, highly amused by all the clichés and déjà vu's that were in the film. They strolled peacefully through the town until they arrived at the restaurant Jacob had booked a table at. They sat at a small table by a window with a view of the sea. As Jacob immediately started looking through the menu Hermione noticed the looks Jacob was recieving from the waitresses. Hermione frowned at them at first but soon found it quite entertaining, watching them getting frustrated by the fact that Jake was ignoring them. It made Hermione laugh even more when she realized that he was not ignoring them but was completely oblivious to their suggestive stares. She thought his innocence and naivety absolutely adorable.

"What are you laughing like a witch about?" He joked.

"I'm laughing because you don't even notice their stares," she replied.

Jacob glanced around the restaurant and blushed when he noticed the looks he was receiving from the female workers. "I don't know what they're looking at," he mumbled.

"You don't?" Hermione questioned.

He shook his head and smirked. "But I can give them something to stare at."

He then leaned forward, his hand resting on Hermione's neck and his lips pushing on hers. This kiss was unlike the first one they shared, there Jacob had been careful and gentle. And while he was, in a way, still gentle, it was much more passionate as his mouth slowly started moving on hers. After she got over her brief shock, Hermione started to respond to his kiss, feeling a warm feeling spread through her body. She half expected him to deepen the kiss at that exact moment but he pulled away, caressing her cheek and grinning down at her.

"Man, I've been wanting to do that for hours!" He breathed, making Hermione giggle.

An hour later, they left the restaurant, Jacob's arm still around her, completely full and very happy with how the meal had turned out.

"So what was it you wanted to do?" He asked, lazily.

"Follow me!" She exclaimed, her face transforming into an expression of pure excitement as she grabbed his hand and dragged him through the streets of the busy town.

Jacob chuckled, willingly letting the small woman guide him to an unknown destination. Port Angeles was an averadge town, known in Wizarding England for it's large population of fraud witches and wizards. There were a number of small boutiques that sold all types of herbes, dead animal body parts and soi-disant objects with magical proprieties, and Hermione was eager to discover what the people owning these stores were like. Especially since some of the stores were real wizarding stores.

They arrived at the entrance of the small alley, which bore a strong ressemblance to Diagon Alley, filled with muggle and magical tourists, going from store to store. Jacob was mesmerized by the excited sparkle in Hermione's eyes as she looked the street up and down. He was snapped out of his staring when she turned to look at him, beaming and took his hand again in a firm hold, pulling him along with her.

It only took him a moment to notice how certain folk were dressed rather oddly and that the stores sold substances far from ordinary. As he started to wonder just where exactly it was he had been brought to, Hermione was drinking in every detail of the street.

"Mia? Where are we exactly?" He questioned, awkwardly.

"It's amazing isn't it?" Was the only thing she answered, lost in her thoughts.

Hermione was satisfying her need for knowledge and could hardly believe that what she was witnessing was real, that the rumors she had heard were true. Here she crossed actual magical beings and normal humans, they were all stumbling down the same street, barely sparing a glance at the others, expect the tourists who were snapping pictures of everything and everyone. Here muggles and wizards met and yet no muggle seemed disturbed by the wizards' strange garb, unaware that some people among them were true magic wielders and not just wannabes.

She had never in her life seen the likes of this before and she suspected that, unless she came back here, she would never see anything like this again. Hermione could only imagine the amount of security and control this situation demanded. The American Ministry of Magic had to be completely crazy to even bother to make this work, and had to be pulling out their hairs because of the stress this caused them.

Jacob smiled as he watched Hermione's face change to reveal every feeling and thought as they went from store to store. He loved watching her nose scrunch up in distaste at certain stores and her eyes widen incredulously at others.

"How is it you knew about this place?" Jacob inquired as they studied the window display of a very bizarre clothes shop, at least in his opinion.

"My friend is into all this type of stuff, magical stuff. I personnaly find it fascinating, then again I find almost anything facinating."

"I find you fascinating," Jacob told her.

Hermione blushed and instead of responding, leaned forward to kiss him. They shared a short sweet kiss which was interrupted by a blinding flash of light.

"Well well well, if it isn't the famous Hermione Granger," a voice Hermione knew only too well mocked.

Hermione groaned and pulled away from Jake. "What are you doing here, Skeeter?" She demanded.

"Decided to stop by, this alley will make a perfect subject for my next article since nothing worthwhile has been happening in England since you and your little friends left," she hummed thoughtfully. "Never thought I'd find you here with a handsome little fellow." Rita murmured, eyeing Jacob. "This will be a much more interesting topic to write about."

Jake shuffled uncomfortably under her gaze. "Like anyone would read the scum you write," Hermione laughed sarcastically. "Anyway, if you'll excuse us, Jacob and I were just leaving. Good evening."

Hermione then spun on her heel, Jacob following closely behind the brunette. "Someone you used to know from England?" Jacob guessed.

Hermione snorted. "Part of the reason I left," she corrected.

"Take it you don't like each other," he observed uselessly.

Hermione chuckled. "You have no idea."

"Is this correct Remus?" Hermione wondered, reading through a short note she had received from Draco Malfoy.

Remus came over to her and read the note over her shoulder. "Yes, no werewolves remain in Italy at this time."

"I know you told us there was a sudden migration of wolves, but for them all to leave Italy seems a bit exteme, don't you think?"

"It would depend on how big the Volturi's army is becoming, for them all to leave must mean that the army is becoming far too large for a werewolf's comfort."

"Speaking of werewolves," Hermione said, putting down the letter. "Have you made arangements for the full moon? I'm terribly sorry Teddy and you can't stay here tomorrow night but what with both shape shifters and vampires running around, it's too risky."

"It's quite alright Hermione, we'll be flooing to the Ministry in the morning and then we'll be going out to the Canadian forest far in the East, we'll be back before you know it.

At that moment the bell rang and both stood to answer, Remus wobbling on unstable legs due to the sickness of the full moon. They slowly went to the door only to come face to face with two unexpected visitors. Well, one less expected than the other. Hermione eyed the pair on her doorstep, wondering what they were doing there, how they had found her friends and her's hiding spot, but most of all, wondering why in the world they were there, standing side by side, together?

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it, more on the Cullen situation in the next chapter and the wedding (on which I won't be going into too much detail) and soon... Everyone's discovery on the fact that Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione are witches and wizards ! Any guesses on what's going on with Leah?

Please tell me what you think !