Veela and her wolf

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A/N: So we are at the second half of winter break, they will be meeting the pack.   This is still very much a Hermione/Fleur story but you will be meeting characters from Twilight pairings will be different from cannon mostly, but you will see these characters later in the story, they are minor characters so I don't necessarily consider it a crossover, but fair warning if Twilight isn't your thing.  This chapter ended up being pretty long, so I decided to break it up into two parts, upside that means faster update!!

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A beret...a beret seriously?  This was the port key they were using to get to her mother's old pack?  Like, seriously?  Do they have to meet every French stereotype?  At least it wasn't a baguette, or some cheese...

Hermione shook her head.  The family circled around the black beret in the garden, ready for their trip.  The morning had been uneventful after the previous nights activities, and Hermione's heart was full to overflowing with familial love she didn't know she was missing.  Joséphine has explained that the crest that adorned their shoulders in both forms was that of the Delacour clan.  Upon recognition of the crest any Veela no matter the clan would aide their assistance, a fact that Hermione filed away knowing of the upcoming war.  She would knowingly endanger the loving species, but if their support meant that her imprint would be kept safe she would not hesitate in the slightest. 

For as beautiful as the ceremony was she was still that modest girl she always was.  Veela are very sexual creatures, and their bodies are expressions of their love.  She was soothed by the knowledge that only adult female Veela were in attendance.  Fleur too had been left in the dark about certain aspects of the ritual but seemed unbothered by it, as she was raised in that society. 

Hermione was excited to see her Godfather and meet his family, well she guessed it was her family too.  Going from a muggle family that ignored her to losing the only family she knew, to learning that the darkest wizard to kill her best mate and his parents was her father, to finding out her mentor was her pack mother, to finding her mate and bonding with her family had been a whirlwind experience for the young wolf.

  Marrying her love was nothing that actually bothered her, if anything it soothed her wolf in ways she could not fully comprehend.  They did not exchange rings, they didn't have to it went deeper than that.  It was a bonding of the souls that strengthened the mating bond even deeper.  They could still hear each other's thoughts once shifted, but even in human form they began to feel a pull in their chest when one was at any distance.  This pull was not directional, but contestant soothing, letting each other know the other was alive and well.  Distress could be felt as well, but the distance of the bond neither of them knew, it was curious indeed and Hermione, ever the bookworm longed to research the further implications.  The Alpha elder had never heard of the ritual causing this and vowed to research on her end as well. 

They landed in the center of the snow covered reservation at twilight, the time difference jarring the French family.  A bonfire just off in the distance was going full steam and the smell of some interesting food was wafting the wolf's way. 

Hermione was glad that sleep would be coming fast, as she had yet to get a full nights sleep after the ritual, and would help the jet lag...err port key lag...'

Jacob came running up full steam to the group with a brunette woman with a curious heart beat riding on his back. 

'Hermione!!! So glad you could make it!!!'   He joyously stated then stopped completely.  'Oh my god!!! Emmitt, old man good to see you!!!'  Jacob exclaimed as the woman on his back dropped and the two men met in a fierce bear hug, which quickly turned into a playful wrestling match.