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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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(Hermione's POV)

Oh god! I thought, panicked. That had been far too close for someone of my experience. That had been a worrying position to be in for someone who had spent the better part of their entire life fighting in a wizarding war against some of the most cruel and unforgiving creatures in the Wizarding World and yet, I still managed to let a vampire get close enough to me so that I could see the darkness in his eyes. I could see that they had turned black and I was not stupid enough to not recognise the stance that he took with me.

I am not the smartest witch of my age for no reason. I knew a vampire when I saw one. After the final battle of Hogwarts we all became too aware of what a true vampire was capable of. Sanguini was nothing against the feral creatures that Voldemort had enlisted among his army. Alongside the werewolves and the giants, the trolls and the Dementors, they were truly beasts that I could not soon forget. It was impossible when all I could envision was those beasts tearing apart, limb from limb, those who I had grown up with. Watched them feast upon the living victims that had fallen into their grasp and saw the glint in their eye which clearly had stated "you're next".

Until now I had never truly felt like I was going to be killed by a vampire, yet in that field I had let my guard down to do some practise, I had thrown myself head first into re visiting all my old spells and trying to find out the best strategy where I to be attacked by the remaining death eaters that still continued their vile existence on this same planet as me.

Never, in my life had I felt more of a need to flee and panic than I had then.

But not because I was not ready to fight the creature. No, I had a thousand and one spells at the tip of my tongue. Spells to defend, spells to block, spells to hide, spells to attack and spells to kill … what caught me off guard was how familiar the vampires face had been. Not in the way of being a face I had witnessed during the final battle. But a long forgotten memory. One which made my head spin and remember just how sickening it was to apparate that very first time.

I couldn't remember the last time I had felt that way about anyone else. It was like he was part of my past, a past I no longer remembered. A past that never existed.

I needed space, I needed help.

Unfortunately, the only thing I thought of doing was apparating back into my own home. A thing which startled Crookshanks to the point where his back arched and he began hissing at me.

"Down boy. It's just me" I whispered, still in a state of shock. Why I hadn't just burned that vampire to a crisp I will never know. Instead I simply mumbled a frantic 'stupefy' and fled.

That left him alive.

I had let an enemy escape.

I was pathetic.

"How did I ever get like this Crooks, the war ending was meant to bring an end to all this. I was meant to be happy once it ended." I whispered, my voice crushed by the horrible images swirling in my mind. The lives that I could have saved, ridding the world of that vampire. The number of people who would no longer have to suffer at his hands. The heroic gesture that I had failed to perform. I was pathetic and I was a pitiful excuse for a Gryffindor.

Anyone who had known me in battle would be shocked at my lack of initiative. But after all the fighting I had nothing left in me to fight for. I believed in no light or dark, I followed no order and I no longer even associated myself with the Wizarding World, living among the muggles and their counterpart pets that were far less exciting than the magical creatures I had grown to become accustomed to. No one who was not raised in the muggle world could understand how difficult it was accepting that something could be anything. But I had become something of a poster child of adjusting to the difficulties that faced the magical world. If a muggle born could adapt and fight for a cause that protected everyone then it was possible for anyone to do it. And for me to be the most gifted student on paper that had ever come from Hogwarts since that of the founding four, it made it even more pertinent that I retain my squeaky clean image and present myself as the utterly perfect representation of everything that the light fought for. They fought because people like me would be slaughtered in our thousands, we would be made to be slaves ... worthless. Or worse. Tortured for fun. We could be bears to be baited and harmed for the sick and twisted among the upper crust societies of the pure blood doctrine.

Ever since then I had found it more and more my own responsibility to see to it that everyone understood that Muggle borns were not 'stealing' magic, as was the best ideal the purebloods had come up with. We had our own magic, we had magic that was granted to us and though they tried to say otherwise. Our magic was new and fresh, whereas theirs was old, dwindling. People wondered why more squibs were born to purebloods than muggle borns ... they didn't really understand how magic worked. How it was handed down to children. Diluted by years of misuse and in some cases, lack of use. The weasleys magic was used responsibly. They lived comfortably and did not rely on house elves to do most of their magic for them, unlike the Malfoys who had abused their position of wealth and old blood. It was their downfall ultimately to find that the rage within them was nothing compared to the rage held within a small teenage muggle born who had nothing else in the world to lose.

Slowly, with practised ease I had managed to make myself a calming cup of sweet tea without really realising my magic was working overtime. It did help sometimes to have magic that cared to be used, as well as helping the troubled minds that wielded it.

(Jasper's POV)

The trip back to the Cullen household seemed to take an entire age. The speed we vampires moved made it a matter of minutes, but each second dragged past at the most agonizingly slow pace. I could not put my finger on it, but there was something about that girl, the one who smelled so sweet. So ... familiar that made me worry. I had been a vampire for a long time. I was the second oldest in this coven and I had never before come across something like this before. My face did not show my age, but my soul was older than anyone would believe. Unlike the others in the coven I knew my soul was damned, but at least I accepted I had one. To have a soul is to show mercy, to have a soul is to be aware of ones actions. To redeem a soul, is impossible. Only further damnation is available to those who stayed from the good lords path of righteousness. Those who, like myself have taken the lives of others without a second thought. Or worse. To torture.

No I was a damned soul and there was no other way to put it.

I only wished that the rest of the coven could understand that no matter how much they pined after their lost souls, they were still soul filled creatures. All that mattered were their actions.

Carlisle. He was a perfect model of restraint and although he was a vampire, he tried to help others and to my knowledge he had never done anything to harm another soul. It was incredibly difficult to lie to me so I was without doubt that the man who claimed to be a father figure for the public eye and in some respects as a surrogate father that some of the others needed ... was not telling me anything that i should question his answer for.

But I was lost for sure, I had killed, murdered, tortured ... even gone so far as to taken from women their very virtue, just to prove my dominance during the times i spent training newborns in a the vampire army of the south. Maria was the snake from the garden of Eden and I had taken my bite of the forbidden fruit. Forever I would now be cast from the garden and so shall i suffer the hardships of pain, of loss and of shame. Truly I am a creature of penance and of that I shall remain for the rest of my days walking this planet. I am not without sin, I have blood of the innocent pouring through my veins. And yet ... I regret giving up drinking from humans.

I truly was a beast. Broken.

"Jasper, I believe we need to speak about what happened back there. This is quite out of the ordinary. I have never before come across even the idea of a vampire being knocked unconscious. It simply cannot happen. Our minds are not physically able to rest, therefore the notion of us being knocked into a state of disorientation, never mind blacking out is simply ...-"

"-Impossible. Yes Carlisle. I am quite aware. You have made yourself perfectly clear that is is impossible. But that's the thing. It happened!" I growled, turning to face the man who I envied in every way. He was mated to his true mate. He had the ability to hold his perfect ability to restrain himself over our heads, though he never did. Which only served to make him even more of an annoying perfect image in my mind. I would never be up to the same sort of standard the Carlisle was. We had all placed him on too high a pedestal for any one of us to ever reach him in stature. Much as i was loath to admit it, even I loved him the way I did my father before I was changed. Before Maria tore my life from me.

"I understand you're upset by this Jasper. But we need to figure out what happened. I do not think it is safe for us to just sit here and expect the answer to fall into our laps." He said, calmingly. I soaked up the emotion and took an unecessary breath, it was something i appreciated as it did my a great deal of calming. Of which i was in desperate need of.

What i would do without this man was something i did not care to know. He was the rock that held this coven together. as dysfunctional and lie filled as it was, the 'family' was nothing without their father.

It also helped that over the years, we had made ourselves as a coven frighteningly wealthy. centuries between us of schooling, work, and clever investing had definitely paid off. What with Alice's gift of fore sight it made investing one of the most prosperous and productive activities in our existence, although it did take away the thrill of not knowing whether we were onto a winner or whether we were putting our money on a sinking ship.

There was so much money between the five of us that we could buy the earth itself if we found the right seller. We all had our connections in the human world, mine being more on the side of the shadier, underbelly of the world. Forgeries were something that came with the never aging looks of our kind. Every few years or so we would need to move again, start anew. somewhere that did not know our faces as we were the very popular, very noticable people that we were.

For vampires, we did not keep ourselves out of the public eye.

"I understand sir." I answered stiffly. unable to take it myself, the not knowing. There must be something that we could do to end the not knowing. I for one could not go without figuring out this damnable puzzle.

And it all came down to this girl!
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