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(Late Summer 1862. Houston, Texas)
That had been the beginning of my seeking favour with the young master Whitlock. I was indebted to him and my parents never let me forget it. Each Sunday as the townsfolk made their way out of the local church my mama would point out the young master and have me speak with him. Each time I could see his face, the grimace ... he did not wish to be around me any more than he had before. It broke my poor heart, it did. I had grown fond of his ways. He was soft spoken but in those eyes of his, those deep brown eyes ... they held a warmth and a fire I had never before seen. It was special.
Not in the way my daddy kept tellin' me I was special. That was the wrong kind as my mama would remind us. IT was the weird kind of special.
Every afternoon my mama brought me with her to take tea with the good lady Whitlock. Their home was as large as it was stunning. The décor was frightfuly modern with large portraits of the generations of Whitlocks that had come before. However, by luck the tea room had one picture that caught my eye more than any pretty frock or lace glove. Atop of the fireplace and always in my line of sight was a stunning oil canvas portrait of the young Jasper Whitlock. His mama would take endless hours talkin' 'bout how he hated standin' for the painter. How he had more important things to be busying himself with than some cold ol' portrait. How she loved to laugh at his expense, talkin' 'bout how he would mutter under his breath or worse ... smile.
So, a smile had been painted. It was subtle like a noon breeze in the middle of the pickin' season. Nothin big to catch anyone attention, but enough to cause shivers down your back. Every time I looked up at that picture that was exactly what I got. Shivers. The strong stance of a man ready to make his way In the world; clutchin' to his breast a book of somethin' or other, I never really paid it much attention and dressed in his army uniform. Lady Whitlock had expressed an interest in his learnin' at such a young age. said he was goin' to be somethin' fierce if he kept up with his studies. after the war She was proud of her only son, sayin' she wished all men were as honourable as Whitlocks, as loyal and constant. She loved her son, and whenever the chance arose she would gladly share her reasonin' to anyone who would listen. I just prayed she showed as much love to her young daughter, who herself was only a year younger than my own sister ... as she did her son. Their heir. It was tradition to only have one son, in their family at least. One strong man to carry the weight of their name on his shoulders alone.
When the summers came, we had all taken to sittin' on the porch with our teas. It gave the lady a chance to watch her slaves in the fields. There had been some worrisome reports of slaves goin' missin', only to turn up dead as dust; god save their poor souls, not a few days later. Some suspected thieves tryin' to take them and killin' em when they refused to stay from the masters they were so loyal to. How I hated watchin' them workin' in the harsh unforgivin' sun. If the good lord had meant for us humans to keep slaves I was beginnin' to think I should not believe in his cause. 'course i'd never tell my mama. She'd beat me senseless with the good bible if I dared speak against our lord. And yet, I wondered if there was anythin' good of my thinkin'.
"Well child, have you thought any more on those proposals you have been sent, your mother tells me you received a few since your ball. It was such a shame it had to end in such a lonely manner, ladies like miss Clara Jamieson should keep themselves out of the eyes of men. And that fiasco at the poor Annabelle's ball. I know my dear husband has never spoke of it since, but it was frightful that Mister Williams had presented himself so harshly. From what I heard, his wife has been keepin' the company of some of those ... more influencial ladies down by the mens club. Horrible ordeal, the poor man must have been desperate."
I knew it had been a jibe at me. Most girls during their ball received countless propositions of marriage, whereas it had taken until I had developed more of a comely figure that the older generation had taken interest. Not the one gent I wished to take interest however.
"You are well informed, my lady. However I have not yet made final decisions on such matters. I feel it would be unwise to make such a hasty decision. Marriage is after all, for life."
"My what a ... thoughtful young lady" She commented, slowly. Obviously trying to find the words that would cause less obvious offence. "I should not keep them waiting forever, my dear. Men will only wait for so long before another girl crosses their path."
All i could do was shake my head once in affirmation of her statement, longing to tell her exactly what I thought of such vile old men vying for my hand. However my poor mama would never let me out of her sight again, married or otherwise if i did so. But my thoughts were drawn to her ladyships son. So often we would see him breakin' in horses for the army. One of his newest jobs it seemed. They did not believe a boy so young could go far in a war like this, but they would be wrong. Jasper Whitlock was as charismatic as one could be, and he had a way of making everyone around him respect the man he was becomin'. But lord I wish he would just give me the slightest bit of attention'. It was sudden but I knew deep down in my gut; in my belly that he was the one who the lord had placed on this earth as my equal. My partner. My other half.
I couldn't help myself. I watched him. From the porch I saw him ridin' his horse somethin' fierce. Breakin' in some new stallion the army though'd do them some good in battle. They hadn't seen much in their own small pocket of Texas but every day the mood grew darker. More and more young boys were bein' enlisted. Most of them did not have the same sense of duty that Jasper had.
But lord how I wanted him.

(Jaspers POV)
A witch. My mind screamed. We had gone and found ourselves an empty classroom and just sat facing each other, glaring for over twenty minutes now. No words had been exchanged. Since my demand for answers, the young chit had given me the most cold look I had seen in years, second only to my own. She had placed a finger over her lips and done something with her hand again before trying to pull me along with her. Of course, normal mortals are incapable of moving the might of a vampire, but the strength she was emitting made it just seem like i was terribly heavy and cumbersome. I had snarled and pulled my own arm away from her before following her at a reserved pace. She would keep looking back at me though, no fear in her emotions but a hint of... annoyance?. Once we had found a place to talk she had pulled a stick from somewhere hidden on her person. Even with my eyesight i didn't see where she could have pulled it from, but i watched and she waved it at the doors and windows and muttered something in another language it seemed. the words certainly didn't make any sense to me and I had taught myself over the years almost all of the known languages of the world.
"Well?" She demanded, there was not a hint of amusement in her voice or the cold void that was her eyes. I could see at one point there had been life in her, but to have such well controlled emotions as a mortal was something I wasn't used to dealing with. Vampires, of course. In the southern armies we were trained to keep our emotions under check or be punished. "You wanted to talk, so talk. Vampire." The way she spat out that word almost made me wince, she had obviously been familiar with my kind.
"How?" Was all I could manage. 'Well done, Whitlock. You're about as articulate as that Louise girl in English' I thought, angrily. Something had happened to me since I had touched the girls arm. Something I was definately not comfortable with.
"How? Merlin, I must have found the Crabbe of Vampires in this one." she grumbled, rolling her eyes and folding her arms in front of her. It was then that I noticed her ... assets. For a girl so skinny she still had a pair on her. That was a pleasant surprise to say the least. "At the very least, can you pretend that you're old enough to know how to speak?" She taunted, I could feel the very smallest shake of amusement from her. Never a strong emotion, but something more than the vast emptiness at least.
"Chit." I muttered. "How did you know what I was?"
"That part was easy, what is more difficult is figuring out how the muggle haven't busted you yet."
"Muggles?"
"Non magical humans, merlin you really haven't met a witch before. Have you?" She smirked, thinking she had something to be smug about.
"You're the first. We don't normally find other magical creatures 'round these parts." I said smoothly, trying to look deep into her eyes, if i could just figure her out.
"Hypnosis doesn't work on witches or wizards. Genius." She muttered, scoffing and looking away.
"Why aren't you afraid"
"You're not all that terrifying once you take the vampire part away."
"You speak like you've met worse"
"What makes you think you're the most terrifying thing in this world?"
"I could kill you..." I said, like it was obvious.
"You wouldn't be the first to attempt to kill me. Try again."
"I am faster than you."
"I can freeze you im time, stop everything around me moving with one word."
"I could crush you into dust without breaking a sweat."
"I could reduce you to rubble with another word and a flick of my wrist."
"I can manipulate your emotions."
"Try me." She challenged, the edge of her mouth twitching into a grin.
So, naturally. I tried. Yet nothing changed. I tried to impress into her sorrow, anger, guilt ... something that would get that look off her face. But nothing. Perhaps I cannot place emotions, just shift them ... but that cannot be the case I would have come across this a long time ago if it was true. Suddenly i could feel it, Amusement! I grasped onto it and twisted it, turning it sour and watching her face grow ever more sorrowful.
"You wont break me, vampire. You don't know true sorrow." She whispered, breaking eye contact and turning her head toward the window.
"What did you do to them?" I asked, curious.
"The exits? Sealed them. No one can get in, and until i say so we cant get out. No one will be able to see or hear us and if they want to come in they will get the urge to quickly change their course and do something they had suddenly remembered needed their attention. Basic wards." She said softly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. I watched her, seeing how her face was schooled again and her mouth set into a thin line. "But it is time to go." She finished. She took her stick from her person again and waved it at the windows and door before looking at me. almost as if she was confused. "If you or your coven harm a human, i will set you alight faster than you would ever believe." She whispered, standing and suddenly turning on the spot with a loud POP. And then she was gone.

(Hermione's POV)
"We have an issue crooks." I said, apparating into my sitting room and looking at my familiar with worry in my eyes. It sensed the change in my person and walked over to me, rubbing himself against my legs and purring in that half spluttering way that was all his own. "There are vampires here, crooks. And not the good kind." I said, more in a whisper. I twirled my wand around in my fingertips, trying to desperately think how to make the situation more settled. I hated that I felt vulnerable. That i felt weak. But something inside me was drawn to the vampire. Something stirred in a part of me I had never before felt. I didn't like it. "What should I do crooks, he just ... he's beautiful." I sighed, putting my head in my hands and sinking down to the floor. The back of my mind, where my magic normally lurked to alert me if danger was nearby had been driven into a frenzy and was shrieking with excitement, but there was no explanation for it.
For the first time in my life, I wished that i was good at divination.
At that moment, crookshanks rubbed against me again, pushing with his somewhat flattened face a glass ball. I could have laughed at the ridiculousness. "If only crooks." I said softly, my lip wobbling as i tried to keep my sanity. I picked up the glass ball and held it between my hands, looking through into it clear void. "You and i both know this doesn't wo-"
"What do you say, Miss Granger?"
"I say I should be most honoured Master Whitlock, the stand needs people to run it in an orderly fashion so I should be in attendance of the event."
The voice laughed, a low and silky breathy sound. "You misunderstand me, I beg your pardon ma'am. But I wish for you to attend with me."
"W-what?"
"You seem shocked. I have seen you with my dear mother these past months. You do not think I would not be watching you also. I have seen the way you gaze at my picture, when I'm working the horses ... marching through the streets." That laugh again, it was so sultry. "I wish for you to attend with me ... as my betrothed." The voice finished.
"Oh ...oh Jasper..."
I felt a sudden lurch as I was thrown backwards against the ground, the glass ball rolling away from my hands and underneath the furnishings. My heart was beating wildly against my chest and i raised my hand to cover it. I had never felt so ... happy in such a long time. "What in the name of Merlins ghost was that, crookshanks!" I said desperately, but as i looked around i saw no sign of my ginger half kneazle.
Looking down at my watch I let out a short cry "Shit!" School finished in less than five minutes and I had missed most of the afternoon.
I tried to scramble to my feet but there was a large pounding in my head, like a bludger had slammed into my temple. "I'm late!" I whispered, summoning my wand quickly and turning on the spot again to place myself behind the bushes at the side of the school. Hopefully people wouldn't notice the loud POP and ignore me coming out of nowhere. I put a hand to my head to try and stop the pounding. It was going to drive me insane with pain. I couldn't use a pain potion in the middle of the muggle populated car park, that would look too suspicious. So, as i walked i tried to pretend i was rubbing my eyes in a tired fashion. That was until I bumped into what i suspected was a tree ... and turned out to be a boy.
"Sorry." I muttered, rubbing my head again and backing up a little, only to be met with another incredibly hard object.
"You're right bro, she definately smells ... different." The first one mumbled. If it wasn't for my training with the order I would have never heard it. I snapped my head up to meet a shocked expression, obviously he didn't expect me to hear him. Slowly I turned to see Jasper behind me, his face stone cold and almost enraged. "Wait, she heard me?" The first one said again, slightly louder in obvious shock.
Then i ran.
Obviously it was a stupid decision because before I could even make it two paces away there were arms encircling me and my panic was slowly, ever so slowly replaced with lethargy. I could feel my eyelids drooping and were it not for those impossibly cold arms I would have hit the ground hard.
"... her to ... Carlisle ... knows what ... impossible..." All i could hear were low mumbles, almost like i was trying to listen through water. Then it all went black.

When i woke up it was to an incredibly annoying buzzing noise, like a fly was zipping past my ear. I swatted in annoyance and heard the soft tinkling of laughter.
Laughter.
I shot up with a start only to have to force myself back down because the pounding in my head had become more pronounced. I raised a hand to cover my eyes and sit up again, slower this time. 'Now come on, Granger. We've been in enough hostage situations to know not to panic. Just relax. Think of the look on her face when she found out you had lied to her ... there you go ... calm ...'
"I don't know what is going on in her head but her thoughts are completely nonsense." Another voice whispered, my anger flared and on impulse I raised my occlumency shields. I felt the annoying buzzing leaving and heard a sharp pained gasp from somewhere around me. Opening my eyes and removing my hand i took a look at my surroundings. There were so many windows, i could see the overcast sky outside from almost floor to ceiling. It was stunning. The decor was ... expensive. I looked back and noticed a number of figures looking at me with a mix of worry and ... curiosity. Jasper was among them, so was the large bear of a boy I had knocked into. "YOU!" I roared at Jasper, pointing a finger at him. "You dare knock me out and kidnapp me? Do you know what an idiotic thing that was to do?" I shrieked, patting my side to feel for my wand and finding it missing... oh god ... "What have you done with my wand, vampire. So help me, If you broke it i'll make you suffer." I growled, only to be met by many many amused looks. Only two people were not smiling. Jasper ... and a somewhat older figure. He walked toward me and I shrank back, he was very forward.
"Pleased to meet you, my name is Carlisle. I am the head of this coven." He said. His voice was calming, I instantly felt alot better. His smile was gentle as was his manner. I felt myself smile a little before i brought it back ... he said coven. He was a vampire too.
"So you're ... all ? ... Oh god, Kingsley is going to have my head for this." I muttered. "No magical signitures my ass." I got up from where i had been sitting ... which so happened to be a luxurious chaise. These people must be incredibly well off. "off the map, i thought. never have to get involved in this again i thought. keep to myself until i had to go through that, of course i wasn't going to have an easy ride with this." I continued, before turning to Jasper. "I asked you about my wand, what have you done with it!" I demanded, becoming more irate. "I will not ask again, vampire."
"Please calm down ... we don't mean you any harm."
"Of course you don't, you just casually feed off of the living and slaughter muggles like cattle." I retorted at Carlisle, feeling only slightly remorseful that I was speaking to him like that.
"We do not feed from humans."
"And i'm the Queen. Well done." I snarked. "I have fought your kind before, do not underestimate me." I said, my voice trembling as I looked to the other vampires, trying to figure out strategies for escape when the buzzing began in my head. I threw up more occlumency shields and one of the vampires cried out in pain again, putting a hand to his head. I looked at him for a moment before it dawned on me. "You! You were reading my thoughts! Do you have absolutely no morals? You outnumber me then you try and get information from me? Who sent you!" I snarled at him, backing up from the group of them a little more and hidding a very smooth wall.
"Edward, she felt you?"
"Threw me out."
"Facinating" Carlisle said, pulling out what looked like a notebook and scribbling something at super speed, so fast i almost didnt notice him. "Can you read her now?" He continued, to be met with a shake of the ginger haired vampires head.
"I'm not really getting anywhere here, please release me and I won't set your coven alight. How is that?" I tried to threaten before a wave of calm washed over me. It had a strange after-taste however. Like the linings of my emotions where frayed fabric ... fabricated ... "Stop that!" I said, lurching forward and throwing my hands out, "Protego!" I shouted, hoping to shield myself from his manipulations but only succeeding in throwing the vampires back about a foot from my weakened wandless spell.
"Damn, you said she was a witch I didn't think you meant it." The large out laughed, grinning ear to ear while the others looked on in shock.
"Accio wand." I said, throwing my hand to the side and hearing the low whoosh as it flew into my hand.
"No way! How do you do that?!" He shouted, much like a child. "Hey Carlisle, ever met one of these?"
"No ... but I know someone who has..." Carlisle walked away a little before pulling a mobile phone from his pocket, It shocked me to see vampires use such current technology but I knew it shouldn't. They could acclimatise themselves anywhere, anytime. "ciao Gianna, questo è Carlisle. Ho bisogno di parlare con Marcus ... Marcus, my old friend ... yes very ... I must ask abou- ... yes? ... how did you ... ?" The change in Carlisles expressions were almost comical, but i could not lose focus. 'Constant Vigilance!' Mad Eye's voice echoed in my mind. I was in a room full of murderers ... I may have my wand now but that didn't make it any less dangerous a situation. "You ... are you sure Marcus? ... a-alright?" Carlisle turned and looked at me strangely, holding the phone out to me with a suspicious expression. I reached for the phone slowly before taking it after a nod from him.
"H-hello?"
"Fear not child, they shall not harm you. But you must stay with them"
"... if you think that is wise"
"I do my child, we shall be visiting tomorrow, my brothers have expressed an interest in you and it seems you are drawn to our kind. I wish for us to speak again as we once did. Farewell my child."
"... Ci vediamo presto" The phone went dead before i handed the phone back to Carlisle. "Sorry ... he hung up first." I muttered, "Did he tell you?..."
"Of your stay, he mentioned it. However I must admit it is curious."
"I guess he'll let you know everything tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? so soon?"
"He is never patient."
"That is true, even when i was part of their coven they had the same level of patience." Turning to the rest of his coven Carlisle said with a strained voice. "The witch stays with us. The Volturi will be here tomorrow."

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