A/N: I started writing this a while back and decided, finally, to post it. I don't have a set direction or ending in mind for this story yet, but I have a few ideas. It is a fem-Harry (Jasmine) story, and the pairing is Emmett/Jasmine. I will post warning at the begining of the chapters as/if they are needed.

Enjoy!

She's beautiful, Emmett decides, watching her from his perch in the tree, unmoving, unbreathing, unblinking- but she's also different.

She moves with careful grace, more like a dance than a walk, and it's entrancing, her steps matching some unheard rhythm in the air.

She takes a full five steps before her head whips toward him, eyes a bright, startling green and lips curled into a dangerous smile. All at once, Emmett's instincts are screaming threat, screaming to run and for the first time in a very long time, he's frightened.

Her smile falters. "Come now, I won't kill you." The tone is serious and soft at the same time, "As long as you don't try to kill me first." There's an underlying promise and threat to those words, a warning and a friendly gesture all at once that catches him off guard. He slips gracefully from his perch, landing with a soft thud and slight rustle of the dry leaves below him.

She doesn't say anything at first, and Emmett is struggling to decipher the emotions swirling in her eyes. When she does finally speak again he nearly takes an involuntary step back. " I didn't think I'd meet a vampire here. I have just one question," She paused, "Of course you don't have to answer. Why are your eyes golden?"

For a moment he isn't sure what to say. The question washes over him at first, his mind taking a moment to register the actual words. "We're vegetarians."

The 'we' he notes, does not go unnoticed. He can tell by the split second flicker of her eyes to either side of her, her shoulders gain a little more tension and her fingers twitch, imperceptibly, upward.

"Vegetarians?" Her light voice heavy with curiosity and near confusion. "Vampire Vegetarians?"

The skepticism in her voice is clear, and Emmett decides almost laughingly, understandable. She's shifted only slightly since the encounter began, and Emmett is impressed because Humans have always been fidgety. "We only drink animal blood." He shrugs, and her eyes light up brighter than before.

"Interesting!" She exclaims immediately, "I've heard rumors but never met a vampire who follows that culture."

A thousand questions dance through Emmett's mind at once but before he can ask her any of them, she grins wide and tilts her head slightly. "My name is Jasmine," she hesitates for a moment, a mere second, "Potter."

Emmett is a little less compelled to run but still cautious. He is careful to not keep up unneeded pretenses, breathe, for one. "Emmett Cullen." He says politely, inclining his own head to her. "Can I ask a question?"

She laughs, the sound rushing over him like wind, "You just have," She informs him, but continues, "But go ahead, ask away."

"What are you doing here?"

Jasmine's smile faltered slightly, "Well it's a forest. Secluded. Quiet. I was just going for a nice little walk."

Emmett doesn't tell her that it is at least two hours to the nearest town. Or that he had been hunting a bear, and he had heard a sharp, distinctive crack and then her scent had washed over him completely soothing and near enticing. He had leaped from branch to branch until he had been perched nearly above her, refusing to breath lest he be tempted.

"How did you know I was a vampire?" He asks, and she stares at him silently.

"I'm going to sit down," she says careful, waiting a moment before sinking smoothly to the forest floor. Throughout the motion she did not take her eyes off of him. It's almost unsettling. "I've met a different kind of vampire before," She says carefully, "But he was the traditional legend kind. Burn up in the sun kinda guy." She says the last part so casually that he can't help but laugh.

"He was rather polite, if not a bit...grabby.. Of course, it was at a party so perhaps he'd figure everyone else was to wrapped up in their talk and activities to notice."

There is a long pause of silence and Emmett wonders why he is still here when his mind is telling him that this graceful girl is dangerous. Why, when he could so easily outrun this human, or at least, this girl he was almost certain was human.

"Another kind?"

"Yes. I've seen others like your kind too, but I was fairly cautious to not get too close. I didn't fancy having a long discussion with them- or fighting them if they got..agitated. It'd be too hard to explain the outcome."

Something in her words seemed ominous, like not even she was sure what would have happened. But it was the implication that she knew she would fight these unnamed vampires and win- So sure of it that she would be pinned explaining the situation to some authority of sort.

"Fight them?" Emmett asked slowly, golden eyes wide with anticipation.

"Well, yes. They aren't particularly known for understanding." She muttered, though seemed to understand perfectly well that he could hear every word. At Emmett's glance she seemed to realize that she had misunderstood the question completely.

"Oh," she said casually, hand reaching up to push a stray lock of auburn hair from her face. "You wanted to know how I'd fight them." A humorless smile graced her face, and she shifted slight the leaves around her rustling. "I could show you some of the more fun aspects."

Emmett raised an eyebrow. "Show me?"

"I don't see why not," She said, though the smile she flashed this time seemed more genuine, "You are obviously curious, you haven't run yet even though you want to."

Emmett froze. She knew? The emotions flashed in his eyes, panic, confusion, concern.

"I didn't read your mind," She said seriously, eyes locked onto his, "I wouldn't dare without permission. You did nothing to deserve that." He didn't need Jasper's gift to sense the sincere promise in those words. For a moment, she looked haunted, older, and even more dangerous, fatal. "It's just that people are uneasy. It's instinctive," she said a little sadly, "They don't stick around after a feeling like that, and I can't blame them." There was something left unsaid at the end of the statement, Emmett sensed, and he found himself feeling sad as well.

This girl, alone in the woods, seemed sadder than anything he had ever seen in that moment. Her eyes shone with a multitude of emotion, and now that he really looked, he could see the deep rooted sadness in them. In fact, he stopped to really look at her, taking everything in.

Her auburn hair fell to just a little ways below her shoulders, thick curls that bounced with every movement. She was muscled but still slender, the gray sweater she wore slipped off one of her shoulders, revealing a long jagged scar that traveled below the collar of the sweater.

The lightening bolt scar that stretched down to meet her eyebrow was old, light against her dark skin. It seemed too precise to be from an accident, the jagged lines exact and seemingly measured.

It was her eyes though, that really captured him. Wide and greener than any other he'd ever seen. Beautiful and unnerving and shining with so many emotions. Emmett hadn't been 'alive' as long as Carlisle or Edward, but he had seen enough to know sorrow and loneliness and he could see that in those unnatural eyes. She was haunted.

"Show me." He said finally, watching a tentative smile flash across her face.

She flicked her wrist slightly and the air around her arm seemed to ripple then suddenly she was holding a delicately carved polished stick. She gave it a slight wave and the leaves that coated the forest ground seemed to float up and dance around them in the air.

All of the vivid colors of fall leaves surrounded them dancing lazily and Emmett's eyes were wide and his mind racing. He reached out to touch a leaf and found it danced around his hand. Then, he heard Jasmine laugh. She watched him with wide amused eyes, the smile seemingly genuine as she did.

"What is it?" Emmett asked her, turning all of his attention back onto the beautiful girl in front of him.

"Magic," She says, and her eyes seem to glow and for a moment Emmett is entirely speechless. He tries to gather all of the thoughts and questions running in his mind but that word comes to the forefront of every thought. Magic magic magic.

Somehow he knows there's no way she could be lying to him. It's magic through and through and there's no other answer for it, and somehow it feels just right when the word leaves her lips.

Magic.

"Amazing," He sighs out, "I've never seen anything like it."

Jasmine laughs loudly, "It is amazing isn't it." And the leaves freeze midair, suspended and unmoving and then after a few long moments begin to float down to the ground little by little.

"Are you the only one?" Emmett asks her, and he silently decides that even if she was, it would be fitting. With the unique way she moves, and speaks and exists it doesn't seem so far fetched that she'd be the only one capable of such amazing things. But when she opens her mouth to answer there's a hesitation again.

"No. Well, not with Magic anyways. There are entire communities hidden away," She says simply, "But I'm different than those people too. They can tell I'm different now."

Emmett doesn't question it this time. He can still feel the energy of the magic in the air, flowing and sliding over the hard stone that is his skin, drifting lazily in the air itself like a cool breeze. Jasmine smiles a little sadly as she continues to watch him.

"You've been holding your breath, haven't you?" She asks, and before waiting for his answer she waves the stick, Wand? In the air again and whispers, "Breathe."

Emmett does. He's amazed to find that her scent is almost gone entirely, and what remains is different, warped into something like frost in the dead of winter and almost ironically, lilies.

Her heartbeat is still there, loud and commanding the blood rushing in her veins, but it's easier to ignore the sound of blood without the scent.

"Wow." is all he can manage and she laughs, throwing her head back and Emmett thinks it's the most beautiful sound he's heard in his entire 'life'. He wants to reach out and touch her, even as some part of him urges him to run, another urges him to never leave her side again.

In less than an hour, Jasmine Potter as managed to become the most mesmerizing and confusing and beautiful thing in his existence.