WF: I am back. Here's the long chapter I promised. :3

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Our Scars Are The Same

Chapter Six:

Warning.

Hermione dropped it so fast, as if the letter in her hands was a Howler. A horrific Howler from Mrs. Weasley that is. She remembered the embarrassed and terrified expression of Ron back in the Great Hall when he received one from his loving mother.

And then she remembered Neville receiving one from his Grandmother. She suppressed a shudder. Oh how she felt sorry for him.

She picked up the letter and reread the lines a dozen times. It was obviously not from the Cullens, since it was delivered by owl. Speaking of the owl, it seemed to have disappeared. The one who send it seemed to not want an answer.

She figured he/she wasn't stupid. Quite smart actually. Now to forget the letter, she had to deal with said vampires. Jasper coming to her window to only put his fingers on his lips and to disappear.

"What did that even mean?" Her mind reeled with thoughts. 'Some sort of message?'

"Message...No! Warning." Her eyes widened. "The Cullens are threatening me to be quiet?" She was now boiling with anger. She breathed out, knowing she had to calm down. Doing something rash would definitely put the Wizarding World in jeopardy.

She threw the letter on her dresser before looking out her window. She looked for anything suspicious or a trace of the Cullens. She slightly jumped when she heard a small bang on the wall right below her window. She opened her window and leaned over to see Pig recovering from where he hit the wall.

"Pig! Don't tell me you're already becoming like Errol! You're still young." She laughed. Pig hooted happily, acting as if he crashed into a pile of blankets instead. He flew up to her and playfully nipped at her fingers when she grabbed the letter.

"I'll go try find some treats for you, Pig. Just stay here." She told him and quickly set down the letter to go to the kitchen to get some treats. Pig over the years had become a mini Hedwig and Errol. Starting to complain when not receiving treats and started to fly into things. She couldn't deny that everyone still missed Hedwig, so having Pig around put everyone at ease.

She returned with pieces of crackers and Pig did a 360 in the air, excited to see the treats. Hermione laughed and opened the letter as he happily ate the crackers on the window sill.

Dear Hermione,

How's everything in America? It's so boring over here even though the Auror training is complete hell. Harry agrees with me.

Have you met other wizards or witches over there? Are they cool? Cooler than us even? Blimey, I hope not. You better not replace us with those Americans!

Also, are there any people causing you trouble? Me and Harry will apparate, just say they word Hermione! Don't forget to visit us, we miss you.

Your best friend in the whole wide world,

Ron

Hermione rolled her eyes and smiled as she read it. She secretly wanted to tell him about the Cullens, but she didn't want the two to bust in here and cause a mini war. That's the last thing she needed. She grabbed a parchment, ink, and quill from her drawer and quickly wrote,

Dear Ron,

America is fine, I'll be starting Muggle school soon. I really don't want to though. But my parents want me to.

I haven't met any other witches or wizards, I'm not complaining though. They're probably not as cool as you guys. Haha.

I should stop boosting your egos before it explodes. And I'm never going to replace you guys. It's impossible and you know that.

No one is causing me trouble, either. I think they know better than to mess with me. You should know. Haha. I will try to visit in the summer.

No promises. I miss you guys too. Say hi to your family and our friends would you?

The witch who is happy that you are my best friend,

Hermione

She rolled up the parchment and set the quill aside. She attached it to Pig's leg who hooted more loudly and flew a few circles around her head before Pig flew out the window.

Crookshanks poked his head out from under the sheets, obviously awoken from his nap.

"Pig came by, you just missed him." Hermione smiled at her cat before heading to her window and closing it. She didn't realize that she was being spied on. And it wasn't the Cullens this time.

xxxx

Everyone looked up as Jasper entered the big home.

"So? What happened?" Emmet broke the silence.

"She got the message." He sighed and ran a hand through his blond hair.

"Don't you mean warning?" Rosalie smirked.

"Rosalie." Esme gave her a stern look. "We don't wish to frighten her, you know that."

"Everyone. I think I know what she is." Carlisle walked down the stairs and was met with looks of curiosity. He had a rather large but dusty book in his arms.

"While Jasper was out, I thought I'd do a little bit of light reading in the library and I came upon this."

Emmett snorted and whispered, "Light reading?" Which was ignored.

He carefully placed the book on the coffee table for everyone to see.

"Witches And Wizards? Are you serious Carlisle?" Edward had both of his perfect eyebrows raised.

"Yes, I am. She fits some of the details I read." Carlisle sat down next to Esme who was quite as shocked as everyone else.

"Except the pointy hat, ugly nose and broomstick, right?" Emmett laughed. But no one laughed along with him.

"Y-You really think she's a witch, Carlisle?" Esme looked at her husband.

"Yes. No normal human being is able to disappear in the blink of an eye, purposely block her mind, and use a stick as an offensive weapon." As Carlisle kept talking, the more excited he became. They all saw a real life witch.

"Carlisle is right." Jasper mumbled and folded his arms. "We have to find a way to get her alone and speak with her. She knows what we are, now we know what she is."

"After her little run in with you, how is she going to trust us?" Emmett reminded.

Jasper tensed and grimaced, "Sor-"

"You don't have to apologize, dear." Esme gave him a motherly smile. His body immediately relaxed.

"We can invite her family over, she'd have to come." Edward suggested.

"But wouldn't she pretend to be sick or something?" Esme frowned. "I doubt she wants to see us so soon."

"No, she wouldn't be able to do that." Carlisle cut in. "From the look on her face, she absolutely hated hiking, but since her parents wanted her to probably come, I can guess she couldn't say no." He stated.

"As long as she keeps her mouth shut, I don't care how we talk to her." Rosalie scowled.

"Rosalie." Esme warned.

"What? It's true. Being almost attacked by Jasper probably makes her want to run her mouth." Rosalie pointed out.

Esme didn't say anything.

"Now, Rosalie. We don't know her as a person. She's human, she has feelings. Of course she's gonna get scared."

"No...She wasn't exactly frightened." Jasper whispered. Everyone practically snapped their necks to look at him.

"What do you mean?" Esme asked.

"She was more startled. Even cautious. She was acting as if...she's dealt with things worse than us." Jasper rolled his shoulders to ease the tension as he spoke.

"Dealt with things worse than us?" Carlisle frowned.

"I think..I saw a scars. Many of them. And they weren't made by her own hand." Jasper grimaced. Esme's eyes widened.

"You think she was in some kind of war?" Edward blurted out.

"I don't know." Jasper ran a hand through his hair frustratedly.

"It seems like the case, or maybe a battle.." Carlisle mumbled and rubbed his chin. "Her face is usually devoid of emotion unless speaking to her parents. As are her eyes, but they look terribly sad at points."

"You're saying she's seen things no regular teenager should have?" Emmett put his two cents in.

Edward smirked and used all of his will not to say, "Looks like you do have a brain."

"Precisely." Carlisle nodded. "If only we knew what."

"Let's do research then," Edward stood up. "She's British, so obviously let's look in the British news for anything suspicious and out of the ordinary in the past few years."

"Smart thinking, Edward." Carlisle beamed and patted his adopted son on the back. Edward smiled as everyone else stood up.

"Looks like I can't be kept out of this." Rosalie sighed and immediately headed towards the library with Emmet and Esme following her.

Edward and Jasper were looking at each other. Jasper was probably speaking through his mind and Edward was listening. Carlisle couldn't help but feel a little put out.

"What are you two talking about?" He looked at both of them.

"Edward will explain." Jasper grunted and headed to his room where his laptop lay waiting.

"He's confused." Edward explained, turning to Carlisle. "He thinks that Hermione may be his singer, but her blood does not sing all the time."

Carlisle raised a blond eyebrow, "Her blood does not sing to him all the time?"

Edward nodded, "It's like her blood is like a light. It turns off and on to Jasper and it confuses him deeply."

"Give me an example, I'm not really following." Carlisle sat down.

"When Jasper was hit by the red light from Hermione's stick, he instantly no longer wanted her blood until he managed to smack the stick out of her hand." Edward sat down also.

"I believe the right term is wand, Edward." Carlisle ran a hand through his hair and crossed his legs. Edward only shrugged.

"It seems that, when Hermione is offensive towards him, he no longer wishes to kill her." Carlisle put two and two together.

"Isn't it supposed to be the opposite?" Edward snorted. It was Carlisle's turn to shrug.

"The magic in her blood makes her different. Her magical blood is not singing to him. But her regular blood is." Carlisle looked as if he wanted to say 'Eureka!'

"But isn't her magical blood and regular blood mixed together?" Edward voiced his concerns.

"Maybe her magical blood is not triggered unless she uses her wand. So many questions, so little time. We need to speak with Hermione, and fast." Carlisle sighed and stood up.

"Are you going to the library?" Edward asked.

"No. I'll be going to the hospital soon." Carlisle headed for the stairs. "I have to get my coat."

Edward nodded and watched him head upstairs. He grunted and headed outside, in the need for a hunt.

"All this talk is making me thirsty." He disappeared out of sight once he closed the door.

xxxx

Alice sat on a boulder as she looked at the lake in front of her. Vision have been coming hard and fast and she became more miserable.

Why? Because Jasper and Hermione were in each and every one of them.

She let out a dry sob and hid her face in her hands.

"I have to warn her. She has to leave!"

WF: Please review (: I wonder if anyone got the little joke I put in? :D

Also, since the years of Twilight contradict with the years of HP, I'm gonna bump up Hermione's years at Hogwarts.