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Broken	By : ThePhantomPixie Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 5549 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Morning came. That was the saying, right? Morning erupted from the darkness in a splendorous explosion of light and colour, of brightness that could banish even the most hardened shadows. Except, morning never did seem to come quite so spectacularly. Instead I watched it from the comfort of my chair. The chair I had sat in for the past 10 hours. 5am in Washington was nowhere near as dark or as cold as the mornings in Hogwarts in the middle of winter, but the bitterness that came with it would have comforted the vilest of dementors. The vile creatures that, for the sake of their own sick existence sucked the very soul out of people. The dementors kiss was famous for being the most cruel punishment, deserved for only those whose crimes against humanity or anything else for that matter were so great that people could not see fit to let them live anymore.

They didn't die. No. It was far worse than death.

Once someone had received the dementors kiss, they continued to exist. But they did not live. Without a soul, nothing can truly live. Simply exist in an empty voice of nothing.

I had only ever been witness to one person receiving the kiss during my time in the wizarding world. And it was not an experience I ever wished to repeat. Harry and Sirius lying prone at the side of the lake, the dementors surrounding them. Taking from them their happiness and leaving only the sorrow. For two of the men with the most horrific of pasts it was something heart-breaking to watch as they almost succumbed to the dark magic and give up their souls to the beasts.

Had there not been time travel involved, I would have lost one of her best friends that night. And the world as I knew it would not be the same as it was now.

Not that I had much to be thankful for in her current life in any case. I am alone in this world now, apart from my half-kneazle familiar. The ginger creature had been my companion for almost four years now. He had put me on alert when it came to Pettigrew, he had kept me safe when I slept and he became my most cherished friend when all others abandoned me in the search for a peaceful world.

How naïve could a person be? There would never be a world with peace reigning. There would always be conflict, always be war. Always be those who believed the old ways and wanted to rid the wizarding world of the dirty blood among it. Historically, the world has never been without one world shaking battle between cultural and social differences. Right back to the very beginning of time, people battled for what they believed in. It only came to a head when those beliefs began resulting in the premature taking of another person's life. That was when the permanent fixture of war became more and more apparent.

How could they think the world would be safe by taking from a crazed group of dark witches and wizards, their leader? He who they looked up to as a revolutionary. It would have been the same for a religious man to have killed Einstein for his revolutionary thinking of Science, or killing off Stephen Hawkins for his immense input to the Scientific community in recent years. They too were and are revolutionaries, yes there are millions if not billions who would look at their immense discoveries, their passions and their beliefs and scoff. People were never meant to get along. Nature, had indeed played a cruel and heartless trick on humanity for giving it this false hope of love and peace. Such sentiments just didn't exist in the world she knew. Not anymore.

"Come on crooks. I'm feeling in the mood for some practise" I motioned for my familiar to move from his comfortable position but, as I suspected the creature just gave Me an incredulous look and stalked up the stairs toward the master bedroom where he knew he would not be disturbed. His tail sticking up in response to my having asked him such a ridiculous question to early in the morning. "Alright, I'll go myself! Don't bring back any strange felines, crooks. Muggles couldn't cope with part kneazle kits"

(Jasper POV)

"Dang Alice! I wasn't gonna really kill the girl!" I said for what felt like the eighteenth time in the space of half an hour. My wife, Alice had been telling me over and over the visions she had seen while i was contemplating sinking my teeth into the warm ... inviting ...beautiful... girl.

"There you go again Jazzy!"

"What darlin'!" I snarled, beginning to really get agrivated at being denied the chance to immerse myself in the fanciful ideas of sucking from her every last drop of blood... but it wasn't filling me with the warmth that usually came with the thought of drinking human blood. No, Instead there was an intense dread that filled my once necessary lungs. It lay heavy on where my heart used to beat. In my soul I didn't want to kill this human. There was something that stopped me. My conscience? It never stopped me with my thoughts before. There was definately something about this girl that just wasn't right.

*ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring*

God i hate modern celular telephones. Why people couldn't simply stick to house calls I will never know. It's half as convenient to carry this thing with me and about seven times as annoying with those blasted ringtones! Upon checking the caller ID on the phone however, I realised it was my old friend, my blood brother ... Peter. Looking back at my wife i took in her fearful expression. There was something she wasn't telling me. I could quite literally feel the dread rolling off of her before she fled the room. Leaving me and the god awful ringing telephone alone.

"What do you want?" I groused down the phone.

"Aw, that ain't no way to greet your ol' buddy!"

"Not really in the mood Peter. You never call without a reason, so what is it?"

"-just tell him peter- Aw but he takes the fun out of everyth-don't piss him off anymore than you need to!-" the voice of Peters wife Charlotte sent only the smallest of smiles to my face. The three of us had a long and rather complex history stretching right back to the time I was turned during the American civil war.

"Listen to your woman, she's the brain in your relationship."

"Why must you always cut me so deep, brother?"

"Reason for the call Peter. My patience grows thin."

"Alright, alright. Well, It was just to tell you ... don't panic too much brother. You won't be in Forks for much longer, but everything will work out in the end. just don't overthink things."

With that he hung up. That was the most annoying thing about Peter, the cryptic bastard never spoke without riddles and he never spoke without running rings around his meaning half a dozen times.

Whatever he meant, I was in need for a feed. I didn't enjoy being unsettled. It didn't suit the calm military mind I had. One of the best things about this family was, without needing to tell anyone, as long as i thought it loud enough or made a precise decision ... they would know where I was.

(1 hour later)

That smell! I could taste it on the tip of my tongue, it was like the memories long forgotten from my human life. Faded and broken over time and the inability to recall them like i could my vampire memories. It smelled of joy. But even with by belly full of animal blood, the mixture of different creatures sloshing around in my stomach nothing more than sustainance. No ... the draw of this girls blood was like a call from my very soul ...

I could see her from a couple miles off. The flat plains of the meadow that had initially brought us to settle in the area - aside from the obvious implications of being able to live in the real word due to the lack of sunlight - were now permeated with her scent. But it was the fact that, in the bright sunshine I could [i]see[/i] her. See the undertones of gold in her chestnut hair. Pick out the freckles on her skin and most importantly, notice that she seemed to hum with a life that felt frightening;y familiar. Reminded me of home. Of my human life. It was ...

A sudden ringing in my ear and a painful burning sensation filled my mind. I looked up onto find the girl pointing a stick at me. Her face stoney and cold as she muttered words I couldn't quite comprehend. When suddenly ... I found myself looking up at the faces of my adopted family. As i was laying on the ground. The scent was gone. Completely gone.

"Jasper? My boy what happened to you!"

"what do you mean Carlisle! Where is the girl?"

"... There is no one here Jasper, we have been searching for you for hours but never believed you would come here of all places ... what girl are you talking about?"

"He means the girl he wanted to drain today ..."

"Be that as it may, Jasper I believe something is quite wrong with you. Vampires do not faint, nor do they need to be jolted into conciousness after a black out!"

"But ... the girl ..."

Autumn ... 1861 ... Houston, Texas

"Mamma, why have I got to dress so fancy for Mister Whitlock and his son. Everyone knows the young master wants nothin' to do with our family. Why do you insist on parading us out like horses every year!"

"Now listen here, missy! I won't take no back talk about this. You will go to Annabelles' Debutant ball and lord save us if you and your sisters don't show them Whitlocks just how good our women are. Now hush up and let me lace your corset tighter. I know your waist can come in another few inches!"

Sometimes it sucked being the eldest daughter in a family, it will continue to be my duty to find a suitable husband and have him court me to wed. The respect and money that would come by marriage was too valuable to ignore, despite my belief that I don't need to be married. Many women now were getting later into their teens before they were wed off to men. And with the young Master Whitlock being not a year my elder, I saw no reason to believe that a wedding to him would be beneficial. He had no means of supporting a family at his age, he had no profession and was not even 17. At 16 myself, my debutant ball had been where we first met. Mamma had it all planned out that I would be a little belle and he would fall for me when we saw my tiny little waist and how delicate my hands were in their white silk gloves. Instead, what happened was he complained to his daddy the entire night that he did not like the music and that the ball was boring him.

It was more a slight against my mamma than it was to me. I hadn't even wanted the ball. There were a few older gentlemen who were far from their acclaimed titles. Daddy had pitched a fit when he heard how many of them had tried to take a turn on me during the night and spoil me for my husband.

It took mamma months to calm down and let me sit on the porch alone again to read. It was a hobby she detested. Women were not meant to read, it gave them opinions they did not have need for. But there were so many things to learn from pickin' up a book and learnin' to read. It had made daddy chuckle when he heard me and mamma arguing over why i was doin' harm by not bettering my seamcraft or my cookin'. Not that ladies like us even needed to take up such activities in a good marriage. We had slaves for that. I hated having them work for us though, they were people just like me but mamma told me when i was young I wasn't to play with the field slaves. I was sorry for them and had discussed with my daddy to let them go. That i could help work on the field.

Mamma had pitched a fit at that too.

But no matter. I don't have a say in how the world works. Especially the south, the war brewin between the north and my dear south was gettin' worse and more and mroe of our men were comin' home either injured ... or not at all. It gave me nightmares thinkin about the war. I wanted to fight for the cause, all for the greater good of the south.

I couldn't though. Mamma and Daddy kept reminding me, a girl like me ... with my gifts ... I wasn't to go near war. It would taint me more than anyone could ever fix.
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