Author's Notes: I do not own the world of Harry Potter, nor do I own the world of Twilight. Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling, and Twilight is owned by Stephenie Meyer. I am a fan of both series, and this is my first attempt at a cross over fanfiction. I have completed my very first original novel on fictionpress called The World Among Us at 68,000 words. I ask that when you review my fanfics, you please give me critical and constructive reviews. If you don't like something, tell me what, and offer suggestions on how I can improve thank you for reading, and reviewing!

Chapter 1

Twigs snapped, and leaves crunched on the ground as light feet ran across the forest floor in the middle of the night. Hands pushed aside branches that were blocking the path that a strapping six foot three inches tall man was using to chase after a golden brown horse. He had been running for quite some time, and considered the horse to be a lost cause, as the mare ran for its life. Jasper Hale had to tell his feet to stop so he could catch his breath (even vampires needed a bit of a rest from time to time). The smell of the Dark and Forbidden forest engulfed Jasper's nose, as the sound of a lake tickled his ears as the smell of saltwater stung his nose. Jasper leaned up against an old oak tree, and looked up as a view of the Hogwarts Castle came into view.

"What the," Jasper muttered as he pushed himself away from the tree he had been leaning up against. "This wasn't there before," he mused as he walked towards the castle.

Jasper continued on the path that he had been on, occasionally brushing his honey colored hair out of his face, and fixing the bag that hung around his shoulders. He could see a clearing in the distance, and the smell of the saltwater got stronger, as did the smell of something else. The smell was sweet, like mint and strawberries. Jasper followed the smell to the edge of the forest, his curiosity growing stronger with each step he took.

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A young woman with long, bushy, brown hair sat cross-legged on a boulder that was on the sand. Books spread out around the boulder, as Hermione Granger held one in her hand, and read by the light of her wand and of the full moon. It was past curfew, but Hermione was now 25 years old and a Professor at Hogwarts. Hermione was preparing her lesson plan for her next muggle study's class, when she heard a twig snap in the distance. Snapping her book shut, Hermione jumped up, and held out her wand at the ready. The sound had come from the Forbidden Forest, and since she had been sitting very close to the edge of it, Hermione decided to scope out the cause of the noise. She packed up her books, put them in her backpack, and walked cautiously to the border of the Forbidden Forest.

Bracing herself for the worst, Hermione stepped inside the forest with her wand out and ready. It was probably the worst thing she could do, making herself so vulnerable the way that she was, but after facing Lord Voldemort, Hermione felt like that she could face just about anything. She closed her eyes briefly to see if she could hear anything else, but heard nothing. Jasper stood perfectly still, as he had heard Hermione's footsteps coming closer. He hid himself in the thickness of the trees, as he wore his old army uniform.

"Hello," Hermione called out in a thick British accent. "Who's there," she asked in a voice as soft as silk, but as cautious as a lioness hunting for prey.

Hermione waited for what seemed like hours, but was only seconds for a response. Finally, Jasper stepped out of the shadows, with his charcoal-black eyes peering at her. He closed his eyes, as the smell of mint and strawberries hit him full blast. Hermione gasped, and pointed her wand at Jasper; something about him told her to be careful, that he was dangerous. Sensing her uneasiness, Jasper used his ability to manipulate her emotions, and calmed the atmosphere around her. He meant her no harm, at least for now. Realizing what was happening, Hermione stepped back with a hint of fear in her eyes.

"Who are you," Hermione gasped out as she studied Jasper.

"Jasper," he replied with a Western American accent. "And you?"

"Hermione," she replied as her heart beat a million times a minute. "May I ask what you're doing here Jasper? This forest is off grounds to muggles."

Jasper looked at her as if she had six heads. He had never heard of the term muggle before, and Hermione could not help but giggle at his confused expression. However, something about Jasper told Hermione that he was not an ordinary muggle.

"Sorry, but, what's a muggle," Jasper asked as he began to walk around Hermione, as if inspecting her.

"A muggle is a term we like to call non magical people," Hermione explained.

"You are a witch," Jasper asked as he examined the stick Hermione held in her hand. He wasn't as dumb as he appeared to be.

"That all depends," she replied while taking a step closer to Jasper. "On how much you already know."

"I do not know anything, aside from there is a rather large castle at the edge of the forest, and that I was here hunting when you so rudely interrupted," Jasper hissed.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

Hermione studied Jasper more closely, and looked into his eyes. He had still been using his ability to manipulate emotions, and it took her until now to realize that was what he had been doing this whole time.

"How are you doing that," Hermione asked.

"Doing what?"

"Don't play dumb with me Jasper! You know perfectly well what I am talking about," Hermione said in a demanding tone of voice.

Quicker than the blink of an eye, Jasper climbed up part of a tree. Hermione gasped and watched with envious awe, and was amazed by Jasper's speed. She had never met a creature as fast as Jasper, and it puzzled her.

"Let's say I do know what you're talking about," Jasper said as a smirk played upon his face. "What are you going to do about it?"

It took Hermione several seconds to come up with an answer. What was she going to do about it? He wasn't a wizard, nor was he a muggle. That meant that he was some other mythological creature, and she was going to have to consult her books and research what he could possibly be.

"I, I don't know yet, but you will be in a heap load of trouble when I do decide what to do about you and your ability," Hermione threatened.

"Well, it looks like you will have plenty of time to figure it out Miss," Jasper said with a grin.

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is," Jasper broke off and broke into a run at an inhuman speed.

Hermione stared after Jasper for a second as he ran, but then she stupidly began to run after him. She was determined to find out what he meant by that, but it was no use; Jasper was long gone, and Hermione was in way over her head. Annoyed, and tired from running, Hermione aparated herself to the boarder of the Forbidden Forest where the forest and the castle met, and walked back the rest of the way to the castle.