Hello readers! This is my first Twilight story, so give me some slack! Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer and HP characters belong to J.K Rowling, but the plot is all mine! Takes place right after Breaking Dawn! Read and review please!

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The Assignment

The rain patters against the window sill. Hermione can see every puff of breath on the window as she stares out onto the streets were wizards and muggles alike scuttled along, trying to get out of the rain. A dreary day it is. It has been like this all week long, and Hermione longs to see sunlight. Gripping her coffee cup that had warm, muggle hot chocolate inside, she curls up tighter, conserving her warmth underneath her thick blanket. Hermione always seems to be cold, even though the apartment is quite cozy and warm.

The front door was suddenly thrown open and Hermione red haired roommate scuttles in, fighting to close the door and the umbrella. "Muggle contraptions." Ginny mutters angrily, slamming the door with her foot. Closing the umbrella, she huffs and hung it up on the coat hanger then moves to take off her sopping wet jacket. "Hermione," she smiles. "You got off early."

Hermione smiles from her perch. "They didn't have much to do on my end." she explains.

Ginny makes an aggravated noise. Tossing her coat onto the hanger, she then moves to take off her cheetah print rain boots she had bought from a muggle store. "It was so busy on my end! Two of our agents will be going to America!"

Hermione, who is sipping down on her hot chocolate, nearly chokes. "America?" she gasps. "No agent has ever gone there!"

Ginny nods eagerly and scuttles over to their favorite perch. Snatching the blanket off of Hermione, she reaches to the steaming cup on the table beside them. Hermione made it for her. "WMC wants the agents to go Forks Washington. Apparently, there is a strange amount of magical beings there, mainly vampires and werewolves." Ginny brightens. "Hermione, don't be mad at me, but I put our names on the board for volunteers."

The Worldwide Magical Corporation, or WMC, is a large agency in London where a group of prestigious witches and wizards who are handpicked from the company's board, travel the world and check up, make friendships, and make new discoveries about other kinds of magical beings; such as vampires, werewolves, elves, and much more. Hermione and Ginny were picked from the company's board and both hold very high positions under the studies of vampires and werewolves. Their work consumed most of their life, but the girls loved it.

But both girls, sadly, are single. After the Great Battle, Hermione and Ron's relationship didn't progress. The kiss they shared was just a moment of passion and never went anything beyond that spark. Ginny however, can't barely look at Harry. After the battle, Harry pulled away from everyone, falling into a deep depression about everyone who died for him, and threw himself into his work as an Auror. Ginny quickly broke it off and both of them are still pretty icy toward each other.

Hermione smiles. "Ginny, I would love to get out of London! It will be a great chance to finally get out into the field!" the girls have never gone on a actual trip, they take care of everything at WMC for the wizards and witches who are out on trips, like sorting through information and providing them will all their needs. "It's not like they can say no to us." Hermione gushes with a smile.

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"Bill!" shouts Hermione, running after her boss. "Why were we denied?" she demands, grabbing her boss on the shoulder.

Ginny scuttled up behind them, panting. Ginny's weakness was running, especially in the six inch heels she insists on wearing everyday. Bill turns to face them. Bill was around his fifties. He was a kind man who wore glasses that covered the enormous bags under his eyes, but his light blue eyes were kind and his blond hair was graying. He adored Hermione and Ginny and treated them like his daughters. He was highly respected in WMC. "Girls, I need you here. It's as simple as that." Bill explains, his eyes reading over a paper from India. "Now, please." he turns to leave but Ginny grabs his arm.

"Please Bill! We have been wanting to do field work since we first started working here!" Ginny argues.

Bill finally meets their eyes. "Girls, no one in WMC has gone to Forks before. Our recent facts about Forks suggests that the kinds of werewolves and vampires down there are the kind we don't usually see. We need wizards and witches who are experienced out in the field and know how to use a wand if things get rough."

Hermione stifles her anger, but says this, "Are you forgetting Ginny and I survived the Battle at Hogwarts?"

Ginny looks at Hermione in surprise. Bill sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. "Yes, but..."

"Bill please," begs Hermione. "Let us go."

Ginny looks back and forth from Bill to Hermione, waiting for the answer. Bill sighs. "If I let you go, you must be careful."

Ginny squealed and nearly jumped into Hermione's arms while Hermione laughs happily. Bill rolls his eyes and walks away. "Seven A.M tomorrow you need to be here! Don't be late!"

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Emily looks up from her station behind the kitchen counter and smiles when she sees Seth wrestling with Paul on the floor of the kitchen while the rest of the boys were finishing off breakfast, laughing and cheering them on. She is glad they are in such good sprits. It was less than a month ago when the Volturi came to Forks and nearly killed everyone. The pack had allied themselves with the Cullens to protect their half human, half child baby named Renesmee, who Jacob has imprinted on. Now that the Volturi is leaving Forks alone, everything is peaceful, including the relationship with the Cullen's.

Something suddenly flew from the open window and landed on the kitchen sink. Emily turns and frowns. It is a black owl that is holding what looks like a letter in it's beak. "Sam!" Emily calls, reaching forward and taking the note from the owl.

The boys stop wrestling and look up. Sam walks in from the living room and frowns at the owl. Emily opens the letter and reads it out loud for all the pack to hear;

To the Quileute pack,

This letter is from the Worldwide Magical Corporation that resides in London. This company was formed so that the wizarding world can connect with other magical beings. Since no agent of our corporation has ever visited Forks, Washington, we are sending two agents that will have to stay for six months. During that time, they will study you. Do not worry, they are not coming to run chemical tests on you and turn you into your government, but they are here just to make friendship. The two agents we are sending are named Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley. They will be at your home no later than 8 o'clock. They also will be studying the Cullen coven, so they will not be with you the entire time of their stay. Please treat them with no hostility, for they will treat you with none and in sixth months, they will be gone.

Thank you.

-Worldwide Magical Corportaion

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Esme finished reading over the letter that had arrived from the owl moments ago. Looking up at her family, she waits for their response. No one looks angry or worried, just confused. "I didn't even know wizards exist." says Bella, who is bouncing Renesmee on her lap.

"Oh, they exist." mutters Carlisle. He stands up and takes the letter from Esme and wraps his arm around her. "I'm just surprised it took them this long to contact us."

"What do they want from us?" asks Rosalie with a frown.

"Friendship." replies Carlisle simply. "And they want to study us, just like they said in the letter."

Alice, who was sitting by Jasper, suddenly freezes up. Jasper takes her hand and looks into her eyes. "What do you see?" he asks gently. Alice stays quiet for a moment, "They aren't going to harm us." she replies. She looks at Jasper and her eyes fill with sadness but it quickly disappears. Taking her hand from his, she clears her throat, obviously troubled. "They will not be of any harm to us. They want friendship like the letter said."

Jake, who was sitting next to Bella, scoops Renesmee from her and stands up. "It also says that they will be studying my pack as well."

Carlisle nods. "This should not cause any alarm. They are simply here to make friendship. Nothing will change." Carlisle assured. Alice glances at Jasper from the corner of her eye and lowers her head sadly, knowing that what is going to happen is going to change everyone. Especially herself.

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Hermione quickly packs her suitcase, which she uses magic on to expand. She could hear Ginny talking from her room. "Hermione, this is so exciting! I can't believe we are actually getting to do field work! I need to see my family before we go, of course. Hermione, you will obviously have to come as well!" Mom will be thrilled!"

Hermione flinches at the word mom. She looks up at a picture on her bedside table of herself and her parents. Even though Hermione had erased her parent's memory and they moved to Australia, the Death Eater's found them anyway and killed them. This was right after the battle, and Hermione is still devastated. Molly, Arthur, and Bill did a good job on keeping an eye on Hermione, but even their kindness couldn't give Hermione the safety that her parents use to give her.

Quickly, Hermione takes the picture and tucks it into her suitcase, not wanting to leave it behind. She finishes packing quickly and decides to owl Harry. She doesn't tell Ginny obviously. She sits down at the desk in her room, takes out a quill and begins to write.

Harry,

It's been awhile since I have heard from you. I know you are working hard, but it shouldn't take long to owl me back. Ginny and I are packing and are about to go to America. The WMC has assigned us to go to Forks, Washington to study a werewolf pack and a vampire coven. Don't worry about us. We survived Voldemort, didn't we? We can handle werewolves and vampires. They aren't even aggressive by what Bill has told us. It will be a long six months by the time we get back. I know you won't want to come and say goodbye because of Ginny, but when I get back will you meet with me for lunch or something? I miss you Harry. Don't pull away from me of all people. I was there and experienced the things with you that you are haunted by.

Ginny says I still have the nightmares. Most of the time, I don't remember them. They are getting more vibrant though. I wake up screaming my head off or crying my eyes out. Ginny has the same issue as well. Neither of us are over what happened. I've heard that Ron has the same issue. Do you? We all saw the same things. Don't pull away now. You don't only need us, we need you as well.

Owl me back!

-Hermione

After Hermione folds it, she sends it with her brown owl Lola and she flies off. Hermione peeks out from her room and sees that Ginny is watching muggle television while eating some chocolate frogs. Hermione flopps down beside her friend and watches her closely. The bags underneath Ginny's eyes were growing darker. "Ginny, have you slept at all?" asks Hermione gently.

Ginny looks at Hermione, looking. "No." she whispers. "They have gotten worse."

Hermione nods, understanding. Ever since the war, Hermione and her friends have had horrible nightmares nearly every night. It was mostly the same stuff. Harry's dead body, Hogwart's students falling to the ground from spells, bodies laying in their own pool of blood with sightless eyes, and simply standing in the darkness listening to people's screams. Lately, Hermione's nightmares have gotten worse. More violent. More dark. Obviously, Ginny's have gotten worse as well.

"Have you tried the No Dream drought?" asks Hermione.

Ginny nods and puts down her chocolate. "I've tried everything! Spells, droughts, even muggle pills! All they do is make the dreams worse." she whimpers.

Hermione stretches over and hugs her friend. "I am dealing with the same thing. I think everyone who was young and in the war is dealing with the same things."

"Why won't they stop?" whimpers Ginny.

Hermoine stays silent for a moment. "I don't know about you, but I haven't emotionally dealt with the war yet. The past year has been too much for me and work hasn't helped. I've pushed everything I saw, felt, and thought about the war in the back of my mind, so they still are fresh in my mind." she tries to explain.

Ginny nods slowly. "But it's been a year! They should have gone away by now!"

Hermione sighs. "We just need to accept the things we saw, the things we experienced, the lives we took, and the lives we had to let go of." her voice dies off at the end as Ginny's eyes waters up.

Ginny shakes her head, tears nearly falling over. "I... I can't." she whispers, before she gets up and runs into the room, slamming the door.