Hello, there! I'm glad to see you've found another one of my fics; and I know that if you're one of those people whose read one of my others you're probably wondering if I'll ever actually just stick to one and finish it before starting a new story. And the answer to that is: Probably Not, but I will eventually finish Running From Reality and A New Truth. I love them both too much to give them up.

ANYWAY, here's my new story. It's a Carlisle/Hermione Twilight-Harry Potter crossover. The idea hit me and, what can I say? I couldn't get it to go away, so here it is.

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Disclaimer-Not mine. Twilight and Harry Potter belong to their respective authors, not a High School Freshman in Louisiana. Sadly, I fit the 'not' category.

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CHAPTER ONE

All Hermione really felt like doing right now was going up to her bedroom and crying herself to sleep. Sadly, that wasn't going to happen for at least another thirty minutes. She knew it wouldn't happen because she had things to do before she'd be able to sleep.

The first thing she would need to do would be put Teddy to bed, because it's way past his bedtime. The only reason he was even out that night was because he'd had to be at the party to accept his parents' awards in their absence.

The only reason, other than the fact that Teddy needed to be there, that Hermione went to the party was that she was accepting Harry's award in his absence. If it had only been for herself, she would've told them to throw her Order of Merlin into the fire, but she couldn't let that happen to Harry's; even though Hermione knew he'd never have wanted the thing, he was a hero and deserved the honor.

And so, Hermione and Teddy had gotten dressed up along with the rest of the British wizarding community and went to Hogwarts for the party celebrating the two year anniversary of the Final Battle.

As Harry's widow, sort of, it fell to Hermione to accept his Order of Merlin.

She was only his widow to the public; they were never really married, but everyone thought they were. Harry and Hermione had both found out the hard way about marriage contracts. Apparently once you turn nineteen in the wizarding world other people are allowed to ask the ministry for your hand in marriage. Your only options are to either find your own choice and become engaged within two months of the latest contract being submitted, or marry one of the people who asked the ministry for you. If you didn't then the ministry chose who you married. Barbaric, isn't it?

Being heroes of the war, they were both flooded with proposals. Ronald had escaped the proposals by the lucky coincidence that two weeks before his nineteenth birthday he'd been out of the country and gotten so drunk with a girl at a party that they'd decided it was a good idea to be married. Needless to say, they'd both rather regretted it the next day. Lucky for Ron and Sara, they'd soon discovered that they actually liked each other. They actually fell in love and kept the marriage together.

This brings us to Hermione and Harry; they pretended to already be engaged to each other to get away from the Ministry control. They'd been forced to have a ceremony, and they were technically legally bound to each other, but they weren't in love. Neither of them liked to think of it as a marriage; they preferred to think of themselves as simply best friends who lived together. There was definitely affection, though, slightly beyond brother and sister or friends. Hermione could hardly stand to admit it, even to herself now that he's gone, that she'd been beginning to like him in that way when he'd been so cruelly taken from this world, but she had been. The entire time they were married was a huge farce of a married life. Hermione had, along with Harry, adopted Teddy after Andromeda was killed by one of the many rogue Death Eaters. They'd connected their vaults and Wills, moved in together, and even been spotted snuggled up together in public on 'dates'.

It was all fake, but the ministry and wizarding public had bought it.

But now Harry and Ron were both gone forever.

That was nearly five months ago. Hermione had been taking care of Teddy on her own ever since then.

She'd never planned to be any kind of stay at home mother, or even wife, but Teddy was a bit of a handful; so that's pretty much what Hermione had been doing. It wasn't like she needed to work, Harry'd left the Potter fortune and everything his family had ever owned to her, Ron, and Teddy, and her parents had left nearly everything to her when they died in a car wreck three months after she found then and got them back from Australia, but she did get slightly bored with nothing to really do other than take care of Teddy. She'd taken to travelling to all the Potter Mansions and properties around the world with Teddy for a few weeks each and restoring them to their former glory from before the night James and Lily were killed.

They'd enjoyed it, especially visiting the local cities and landmarks near each location, but it just felt wrong to be the widow of a man she'd loved as a brother. It felt wrong to be the Lady Potter when Harry should've been able to marry anyone he liked on his own time, but he had been with her to save them both from marrying some crazy old trolls picked by the ministry. It had felt wrong to accept Harry's Order of Merlin at the party that evening, too.

Hermione didn't know how long she'd be able to deal with staying in Britain as they'd been doing the last three weeks. It seemed like everyone in the country knew she was 'Harry Potter's Wife' and expected that from her. Even the families who lived near all the other Potter properties had expected her to be with a Potter, because those properties had always belonged to Harry's family, which Hermione was now a part of.

She felt like she needed to get away from everything that could be traced back to Harry's family, or even the war, and that that would be the only way she'd find peace away from terrible memories for both herself and Teddy.

As Hermione put her son, because though she acknowledged that Teddy was definitely the child of Tonks and Remus, he had become her son as well in the past months, to bed she wondered on where they might go to escape it all.

It would have to be somewhere small, it would have to be someplace that the Potters weren't involved with, and it would have to be thoroughly muggle.

She put the thoughts from her mind as she threw herself onto her bed to have a good cry for all the memories brought up that night and maybe fall asleep.

After the memories flashed by one last time and she was worn out, Hermione eventually fell gratefully into the land of sleep.

She was awoken nearly three hours later by the shrill ringing of a telephone.

By the time she managed to dig herself out of bed and find the phone, the machine had already asked for a message and she could hear a voice, one that she hadn't heard since her parents funeral seven months ago, talking.

While continuing the useless search for the telephone, her sleep-fogged mind just couldn't remember where the thing was, she wondered what could be important enough for her Uncle Charlie to call when he lived on the other side of the world.

All he said on the message was that there was a bit of a situation in Washington that he hoped she could help with and he left her his number to call him back at if she got the message before he tried again.

She gave herself a minute to remember where one of the phones in her parents' old house, Hermione's house now, was.

Of course! There's one in the kitchen by the oven! Damn, the fact that I had to think so hard about that shows it's been way too long since I've been here.

After taking a quick peek into Teddy's room to check on him, he was thankfully still sleeping, though she didn't know how through all the racket the call had made, Hermione went to call Uncle Charlie.

Ring! Ring! Ri-

"Hello?"

"Hey, Uncle Charlie, It's Hermione. You called at this ungodly hour?"

"Oh, yeah, Sorry about the time difference; I thought for a second it was eight hours earlier there. I only just now realized what time it really is over there."

"Yes, well, I try not to make a habit of being up at 3 AM, so if we could get to the point?"

"Sorry. Thanks for calling me back, kiddo. I wasn't even sure if you'd be there, but this is the only number I had for you….I've got a question for you, but I don't need an answer right away if you need to think about it." He sounded nervous, and Hermione didn't think she liked that very much. Charlie had always been a quiet man, but never a nervous one.

"Alright, what is it?"

"I know you're probably busy over there with that son of yours, but you're the only one I can think of who can help us right now. You see, Bella is really going through a bad time right now. You're the only one I know her age who's lost someone close to you before and, I know it's not the same, but, Bella's boyfriend just ran away from town and she's nearly catatonic right now. I don't know what to do. She's acting like the world is over and I'm terrified for her. If she keeps this up much longer she'll need professional help. Do you think you could come over and try to help her?"

Hermione was absolutely not expecting something like that. An invitation to go to Washington and help her cousin? How do you even help someone who's had a breakdown like Charlie just described?

I don't know, but I'll try and figure it out.

"Err...Of course I'll come, Uncle Charlie. I don't know what help I'll be, but I'll come do whatever I can. What exactly happened?" Hermione couldn't imagine breaking down so completely as to need professional help just because a boy left. It didn't make sense at all, at least not to Hermione.

"To tell the truth, I don't much understand myself. It seems like he just up and left his family and Bella behind and, from what his father says, moved to Alaska with other relatives. His family still lives in town, but Bella won't talk to them. She thinks they hate her for chasing off that boy! It's unnatural, though; the way she acts, you'd think her entire life was over sometimes. There are good times when I feel like she's totally here, but then there's the times she's screaming in her sleep and others when she won't talk to anyone. I don't get it, Hermione."

"I don't either, but I'll come try to help."

"Thank you. Um…just another quick question: Are you going to fly, or will you be getting here…your way?"

Hermione nearly laughed at that question. She'd forgotten that Charlie knew about her world. He'd been visiting for a week or two when Professor McGonagall arrived at her house to tell Hermione about the wizarding world.

"…We'll be getting over one of my kind of ways, alright? I should be there in a bit. It won't be more than a couple hours."

"Sounds good; I don't think I'll ever get used to that disappearing thing you can do."

She did laugh at that one. Charlie really hadn't been expecting it the one time he'd seen her apparate.

"Bye, Uncle Charlie."

"Bye."

Click.

At least she had something to keep her awake now.

And so the packing began…

Hermione realized that this trip just might be the one she needed to get away from the pressure she'd been thinking about last night.

She thought about what she'd do with this trip.

Maybe, get my own small house for the two of us in Forks. It's definitely small and muggle.

Hermione was glad that they'd only been in that house for about a week, because that meant there hadn't been all that much time to let their belongings take over the house. It wasn't too hard to pack everything into the little beaded bag she still carried.

With magic helping out, she had all their stuff, and the two of them, packed and ready to go to Washington within two hours.

Teddy was asking where they were going, so Hermione told him all about Washington State, or…what she could remember anyway. It had been quite a few years since she'd visited Uncle Charlie.

"Teddy, I'm going to need your help with something while we're in Forks, okay? Your auntie Bella needs a new friend, so I want you to be real sweet to her."

He nodded like he understood, and Hermione wondered briefly how much he really did understand.

Hermione wasn't exactly sure if Teddy should consider Bella an aunt or a cousin, but she figured Bella wouldn't mind being an aunt. You see, a long time ago, while Hermione's grandmother was still pregnant with Hermione's father, John, John Granger's father was killed in the Second World War during the invasion at Normandy on the beach code-named Gold. Aiming to get away from the memories associated with living in London, Hermione's grandmother moved to America with her son. John Granger had a difficult time adjusting to life in Washington, but over the years he became close to a boy a couple years his junior named Charlie Swan. At Charlie's birthday party one year, Mr. Swan met John's mother. It was love at first sight and a few years later, Charlie and John were step-brothers. They remained close friends even after John decided to attend University in the country of his birth and ended up remaining there for most of his life.

Hermione picked Teddy up and held him tight to her side with one hand while she reached for her necklace with the other. Once she grabbed her necklace, Hermione thought of Uncle Charlie's house in Forks and willed the portkey to take them there.

Once she felt the nauseating sensation of the tugging behind her navel begin, Hermione relaxed and waited for the, sure to be long, trip to end.

Thank Merlin for those Potter portkeys. Hermione thought, as she remembered all the hassle it would've been if she had to go through the proper ministry channels to get a portkey able to take them all the way to Forks.

Long after their marriage begun, Harry had discovered something interesting about his family that he'd never known.

Harry had never had a clue about his family having any titles, but one day at Gringotts, while Harry, Ron, and, Hermione were there for 'peace-talks', trying to find friendly ground between themselves and the Goblin Nation after breaking into the bank, he'd discovered a few things he'd never imagined. He'd inherited a few titles on his seventeenth birthday, when he came of age, but Gringotts had been unable to reach him to inform him about them.

The goblins were easy enough to please in the 'peace-talks' once they understood about why the three needed the cup because they had been glad to be rid of Voldemort too; the only things they'd wanted were information on how the trio had broken in so that security could fix it and a little bit of gold to ease the ego-bruising that they'd gotten.

After that had been settled the goblins had dropped one hell of a bombshell on Harry; he'd inherited the positions of Lord Potter and Lord Black on his seventeenth birthday. They'd told him what that entailed and asked him if he accepted the positions.

Harry had thought for a while before accepting the positions and all the responsibilities that came with them. He had to go to a monthly Wizengamot meeting, become a bit more involved in politics, he gained a duty to protect the members of both families (of which there were very few), and a few smaller, not very important, responsibilities.

With accepting his new titles and responsibilities he'd made Hermione the new Lady Potter-Black and, now that he was gone, eventually Teddy would have the option of replacing Harry as Lord Potter-Black.

As odd as it may be, Teddy was more qualified for the position than Harry. He was actually related to both lines, Black through his mother and Potter through a blood-adoption, while Harry wasn't related to the Blacks anywhere near as closely.

Along with the positions came the Family Vaults, something Harry'd had no clue existed. They contained quite a bit of money along with precious family heirlooms (books and jewelry mostly, but a few weapons and some random odds and ends, things like the invisibility cloak, and secret family inventions that were rather useful) and the deeds to countless properties around the world. There had also been information on the investments and business dealings of both families.

Among the Family Heirlooms there had been a set of items with the Potter Crest on them; items like necklaces, lockets, a few rings for men and women, cuff-links, bracelets, and even a tie-clip. The real beauty behind the pieces was a genius enchantment put on them all ages ago. They were all modified versions of portkeys that would take a person anywhere as long as they thought of that place. Regular portkeys only took their users the one place they were made to go. The entire concept was rather like apparating except it didn't drain one's magic like apparating over long distances would.

One of those Potter portkeys, this one in the form of a locket a little smaller than a galleon, was how Hermione was bringing herself and Teddy to the United States and easily getting to Uncle Charlie's house.

Around five minutes into the trip Teddy was already squirming up a storm, obviously uncomfortable with the trip to the other side of the world. Hermione couldn't blame him; it really wasn't pleasant to go on such long portkey trips with the sickening feeling of being dragged around by something hooked to your insides.

The total trip took a whole seven minutes and 26 seconds; Hermione timed it, so she really did know that exact time.

She knew that she ought to be glad they hadn't had to wait for a 'ministry approved' portkey or, heaven forbid, a fourteen hour overseas, muggle, flight, but while using a portkey that went on for so long all Hermione could think was let's not ever do that again.

Teddy was probably thinking along the same lines.

And Bella and Charlie probably were, too, considering they'd both just gotten the shock of their life when their cousins appeared in their living room, practically in their laps, while the two were watching some soccer game on television.

Bella, who it seemed wasn't aware of the fact that her cousins were even coming, nearly screamed and jumped out of her skin. Charlie, well….Charlie just flinched terribly and made a rather undignified and unmanly squeaking sound.

"Hi, Bella; Hi, Uncle Charlie. Teddy, say 'hello'" Hermione said, giggling at their still surprised faces, as she set Teddy on the ground.

Teddy looked at the strangers in front of him and backed away, hiding behind his mum. He poked his head out from behind her legs, waved, and said "'Ello."

That broke them out of their shock and Charlie replied "Hello, Hermione and Teddy. How was the trip?"

"Sickening."

"Oh, that's too bad. I really wasn't expecting you to get here that quickly; I was just about to let Bella know you were coming."

"I'm sorry, Uncle Charlie. I should've called before I left." Hermione apologized, wondering where her manners had gone; she knew that she knew better than to just pop in, literally.

"Don't worry about it, honey. I did practically beg you to come, after all."

"Ok."

"Good, now does anyone want to tell me what's going on?" Bella finally entered the conversation.

"Sorry Bells. Hermione is here to visit for a while, sorta like a vacation." He obviously didn't want to tell her that he'd asked Hermione to come and try dragging Bella out of some crazy depressed state.

And now that Hermione looked, she could see the way Bella had unhealthy-looking bags under her eyes, like she hadn't slept in weeks, and her eyes looked far away, like she wasn't really paying all that much attention to what was going on.

"Er…Actually Charlie, I was thinking yesterday that it would be a good idea for us to start over in a new place to get away from the memories in England, so after you called I decided that Teddy and I would just get a house somewhere here in Forks. I think it's a small enough town that nothing and no one from my world will be around and it'll be a totally fresh start."

"That's-"

"What world are you from if it's not this one? And how did you just appear there?" Bella interrupted.

Hermione couldn't help but wonder if it took Bella that long to wonder about how they suddenly appeared there.

"I forgot that you didn't know about that, yet. You see…I'm a witch."

Bella's eyes widened and a little life came back into them. "With real magic? Like fairy godmothers and castles?"

She accepted the witch part a lot easier than I expected. "Yes, I can do real magic and, yes, I know of a few magic castles. But I don't think fairies make acceptable godmothers."

"Cool. What all can you do?"

"…I can probably do most anything you can think of."

"Can you-"

"Hang on, ladies. We can have a demonstration later. Are you sure you just want to pack up and leave England? I mean, you've lived there your entire life."

"There's nothing to keep me there; my husband's dead, I can't walk down the street without being recognized and reminded of a war I'd rather forget, and if I just go to any of Harry's old houses people ask where Harry is so I'm always reminded of him."

"You were married? Is that your son?" Wow, Bella really was out of the loop about me, but I guess it's because we haven't seen each other in over a decade.

"Yes, I was married; but it was almost like an arranged marriage. He was my best friend and our government was going to force both of us to marry someone, we weren't sure who they were going to have either of us marry, so we just married each other before the Ministry had the chance to set us up with some horrid monsters. And Teddy isn't exactly my son like you're thinking. He was Harry's godson and when Remus and Tonks died in the war Harry and I adopted him."

"Is he magical, too?"

"Definitely. Watch this," Hermione turned to Teddy and ducked down to be eye level with him. "Teddy, baby, can you look like Daddy Harry for me?"

Teddy looked at her and blinked before slowly nodding and the three adults watched as his features morphed into some entirely different.

He originally looked the way he would've if he wasn't able to change his looks: slightly long, curly, sand colored hair with a heart-shaped face and amber eyes.

Bella gasped as his long hair shot up, straightened and turned black, his face rounded out, his eyes turned emerald, and he gained a lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

Hermione nearly gasped too; no matter how many times she saw him like this (it was one of his favorite ways to look) it still reminded her a bit too much of Harry.

"Whoa. That's awesome."

"Yeah, it really is; isn't it? He gets it from his real mum, Tonks."

"It's incredible," Charlie said dismissively, ending that line of conversation, "but are you really sure about moving to Forks?"

Merlin, he's persistent! "Yes, Uncle Charlie. I'm a hundred percent sure. I was thinking I'd go find a real-estate agency and look at house tomorrow morning."

Bella snorted. "Forks is way too small to bother with having a real-estate agency. I think I'd be surprised if there are three houses for sale in this town."

Charlie frowned. "You know, I think Bells is right. The Johnsons are moving to Nebraska and the Newman family is going to China with Paul's job, and I think that's it for houses that are for sale here. Most people who live here have been here for generations and have no intentions of leaving. I'm afraid if you're looking to buy a house you won't have many choices."

Bloody hell, this town must be even smaller than I thought. "It'll be fine. If I don't like either of them I can just get the one I like more and make a few changes. It doesn't take long to do a little…remodeling and redecorating with magic."

"…Alright, I can call Andy and Paul and ask them if I can bring my favorite niece over tomorrow to check out their houses. Me or Bella can drive you over whenever they say to come over, if that's alright with you?"

"I can drive my car, Uncle Charlie."

"I don't see a car. And you don't have an American license, anyway."

"My cars are in here." Hermione said, holding up the beaded bag. "And I'm technically not even in this country legally."

I wonder what he'll say to that, after all he is a police officer.

Charlie scowled. "We'll have to do something about that if you're moving here."

"Of course; I can go back to England and, as I'm technically a Magical Britain citizen before an English citizen, I can get my Ministry to register me with the American Magical Ministry, and go through all the process of becoming legal. I'm sure they can get me papers and everything saying I'm here legally."

"Do that soon, I don't like the idea that I'm technically supposed to arrest you now that I know you aren't here legally."

Hermione giggled. "Sure thing."

"Now that that's settled can I see some more magic? I'm still not convinced that I understand what all you can do."

She doesn't seem like she's all that depressed or going crazy or whatever Charlie was worried about. Maybe he was just exaggerating.

"What do you want to see?"

"Can you make that lamp turn into a parrot?"

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Author's Note- Well? How was it? I'd love a review telling opinions….*coughHINTcough* And I know I made Charlie kinda old, if you do the necessary math to figure out his age, but that's just too bad.

Thanks for reading,

21ShootingStars.