Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the world of Harry Potter or Twilight. They both belong to JK Rowling and Stephanie Meyer, respectably.

Chapter 1

The white walls were bare. They held nothing of significance and coincidentally, I could sympathize with these poor walls. Sitting in a chair next to a hospital bed was not what I expected to do weeks after the Final Battle. Celebrating? Maybe. Helping with renovations? Sure. Sitting in a room at St. Mungo's hoping and praying that my best friend, Harry Potter would wake up? Never.

If anyone deserved to be alive, or at least conscious, it was Harry. He was the one that saved us all. He sacrificed himself for the entire wizarding world. And what happens to him? He lands himself in St. Mungo's.

Grabbing his cold hand, I pressed my forehead to it. "I need you to wake up, Harry. You have to wake up." I pleaded to his still form

The Battle at Hogwarts may be over and done with and although our side may have triumphed, we truly lost. There were too many casualties… it really wasn't fair. Isn't good always suppose to triumph? Well, that's what I always thought, anyway.

"Please, Harry. I can't do this without you… I've already lost R-Ron. I can't lose you, too. Please wake up."

Oh Ron.. He should be here, too. But when he saw Fred's smiling, still form in front of him, he lost it completely. He and George went on a Death Eater rampage, cursing any dark robed wizard they came across.

"Ron, George – NO!!" I exclaimed to their quickly retreating forms

Harry and I ran after them, but in their rage, we were no match for the two brothers who lost a brother.

"Sectusempra!" Ron bellowed at the back of a dark figure, "SECTUSEMPRA!!"

The dark figure turned to face the one who sent the bloody curse his way. Underneath the black cloak was Barty Crouch Jr. Blood was flowing from him everywhere. There were long, deep gashed across his back and even more horrible gashes along his waist to his stomach. His face expressed pain but his eyes held revenge. Ron was already moving onto his next Death Eater when a shot of green light left Crouch's wand.

"Avada Kedavra!" Crouch hissed before crumpling to the ground

I was out of my element. I didn't even think to send a 'Protego' Ron's way. I was unaware of everything around me.

"RON!" Harry and I yelled to our friend, but it was too late. Ron's retreating figure stopped in its tracks and fell to the floor with a deafening thud.

"Ron, Ron!" I screamed, although I knew it was no use. I ran to his lifeless body and adjusted him onto his back to face me, "Ron! Oh God.. You can't be. Please, no! You were supposed to- we had our lives- you can't.. WAKE UP, RON!" I yelled at his body, shaking it roughly

"Hermione, don't. We have to place his b-body somewhere." Harry told me rationally, although I heard his voice break, "We have to tell the rest of the Weasley's before they.. we have to go, Hermione." He added, gently moving me aside

Through my tears I saw Harry grab Ron from underneath his shoulders and drag him to a safer place. I hastily moved from my spot to grab Ron's ankles. We dragged Ron's body to the corner of the Great Hall before looking for any familiar red heads.

Ron wasn't the only one the suffer that fate. Many of the Weasley's had also lost there lives defending their family. Ginny also lost her life at the hand of a death eater. Bellatrix Lestrange engaged her in a battle, before Mrs. Weasley stepped in. However, in a single moment of distraction, Bellatrix shot the worst of the Unforgiveable curses at the youngest Weasley.

Mrs. Weasley, upon seeing her only daughter's body fall lifelessly to the floor, lost her head. She shot curse after curse and spell after spell. Bellatrix barely had time to recover from her actions. Finally after a few long minutes, Bellatrix took her final bow and lay dead at Mrs. Weasley's trembling feet.

George didn't fare any better. As realization of losing his twin brother, youngest brother, and only sister hit him, he lost his edge. He couldn't be here when Fred wasn't here. There point to life if he couldn't tease Ron. How can a big brother be protective of his only sister if she was taken away? Well, it didn't really matter anymore. Because at the hands of Antonin Dolohov, George took his final breath, with his last thought being of his family. The only Weasley children who made it were Bill and Charlie. From the moment it was announced that we had won the war, Mrs. Weasley quickly ran into the Forbidden Forrest and apparated way. Bill and Charlie visited a bit earlier and informed me that she locked herself in her room. No key or charm could penetrate through the door. They both knew she was somewhat alright because they heard loud and continuous sobs coming from the other side of the door. She didn't even leave when her sons informed her that Mr. Weasley was taken to St. Mungo's.

I believe Mr. Weasley suffered a fate worse than death because Arthur Weasley is laying in a bed, three doors down from Harry and sharing a room with Frank and Alice Longbottom. Why? Because, like Frank and Alice, Mr. Weasley was tortured with the Cruciatus curse for a good while and now he cannot remember or recognize any of his few remaining family memebers.

I couldn't even imagine how Mrs. Weasley was feeling. I have yet to see her, but I will soon. With the loss of Fred, George, Ron and Ginny a piece of her heart was torn out. These were her children. These four human beings were a part of her and now they are no longer. Experiencing such a loss will never go away. It will be with you, haunting you, until your last breath.

"Harry, I can't stand it here. A life without the you and the Weasley's is no life at all." I told him sobbing on the side of his bed, "I can't be here without you to help me through it. Please.."

Suddenly, I heard the door open and saw Neville's familiar face, "Hello, Hermione. How is he?" He asked, as we walked toward me.

"Still the same. He won't wake up."

Neville placed a friendly hand on my shoulder before answering, "He will. If not now, eventually. But he will wake up. I can guarantee you that."

For some unknown reason, I was angry at Neville's statement. I shrugged of the hand that was on my shoulder and roughly stood from the chair to glare at him. "You have no right to promise me anything like that." I seethed, anger dripping from my words. "Harry promised Ron and I that all three of us would make it. That we would see our side defeating that deluded dark wizard. And although Tom Riddle is no more, I don't see how any of it was worth it if Harry and Ron aren't here to see it."

Somewhere in the middle of my rant, tears formed in my eyes and there not flowing freely. I continued to hold Neville's gaze as I fiercely brushed the tears away. Not once did Neville flinch at my words, he held my gaze with sympathy. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around me and embraced me. I pounded on his chest to free myself from him, but he tightened his hold. Then, I began to roughly wriggle myself free only to find myself being pulled closer to his chest. There was absolutely no space between us anymore. I couldn't hit him.. I couldn't move.. so I held on. I wrapped my arms him and sobbed into his chest.

"How can winning the war feel this terrible? I've lost everything! The Weasley's are practically no more, Harry's lying here in a coma.. I thought we were suppose to be happy that we won. We should be celebrating, not feeling miserable."

"Shh.. it's okay, Hermione. It will get better and I promise you – Harry will wake up. It's not in his nature to give up, he will fight til the end. You'll see."

He continued hugging me. I had no intention of letting go. I needed someone for support and Neville was always a good friend of mine.

"I don't know what I would do if Harry doesn't wake up."

"You don't have to worry about that because he will wake up." He replied, pulling away from me slightly to stare into my tear stricken eyes, "But if it makes you feel any better, I'll be here for you every step of the way. I won't leave your side unless you ask me to."

The corners of my mouth upturned the slightest bit. That was the first smiled I've smiled in a long time. I don't even remember that last time I smiled. Although it was nearly non-existent, Neville noticed it.

"There we go. Just try to stay positive. Everything will come together in the end." He told me, pulling the chair towards us, signaling me to sit. I obeyed his silent request and resumed my original position of me holding Harry's hand. Neville and I sat there in silence for the remainder of our stay until we were asked to leave, as visiting hours were coming to an end.

I kissed Harry on his forehead, before brushing some of his unruly hair from his face. "I will look forward to the day you wake up, Harry. I love you."

Neville was waiting for me out in the hallway. "Will I see you tomorrow?" He asked as I closed the door to Harry's room

"Not tomorrow. I've got to retrieve my parents from Australia and set them right. I've waited long enough." I told him, "But if Harry wakes up, please let me know. Send a patronus... as soon as he wakes up, Neville."

"I will, I promise."

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AN: Alright well this will be one long author's note. I just want to make it clear that this is a hp/twlight crossover. It will take about 3 or 4 chapters before the Cullen's and the Hale's make there appearance. Not only is it a crossover, but it is also Jasper/Hermione. Unsual, I know. But bear with me, please! I figured, there are so many Edward/Hermione stories that I'd try my shot at something really different. Besides, Jasper and Hermione my two favorite characters from each book. I pictured the characters from the movies and I do have pictures depicting pretty much everything. Well, character-wise at least. Anyway, I wanted to give a little back story on each book before I get into this fic too much..

Harry Potter: This obviously takes place a few weeks after DH. I am pretty much following JK's storyline with the expection of a few extra death and injuries - Ron, George, Ginny, Harry, and Mr. Weasley. I know a lot of you may hate me right now, but I have many reasons for this... and you will see why, as this story progresses. But for all you impatient, curious little readers, I'll give you this: I needed to get a lot of people who meant a lot to Hermione out of the way for her to take a drastic action in her life and I know a lot of things will be happening to her in the first few chapters, but I need them to happen to her to move the story along. Besides, I have the story pretty much mapped out in my head. So! Moving on.. Yes - Ron, George and Ginny are really dead. No - Mr. Weasley will not recover. And I'm just gonna give it away upfront, YES - Harry will wake up. I don't know how soon, but he will.

As for Twilight: When they enter the fic, it takes place after BD. Again, I am pretty much leaving off where Stephanie left off, with the exception of Jasper and Alice. They are NOT together. I know, I know.. I LOVE jalice, too. But for the sake of this fic, I needed it to be done. Anyway, Alice did meet Jasper in Philadephia, but instead of love, they found a strong bond of friendship. That's all. There is nothing more between them. But don't worry, Alice will eventually find her mate. So in that respect, it is still E/B, R/Em, C/Es, R/J.

BTW, I really hope you like it so far. And I'm sorry for all the typo's. I'm posting this at 3:15am, so forgive me if it doesn't really make sense.. I'll re-read it in the morning after a good nights sleep. :)