A Witch's Wolf

Disclaimer: I don't own, fables, wolf among us or Harry Potter

Summary: Bigby's relationship with Snow didn't last long, lies, arguments and their jobs got in the way, leaving Bigby tired and feeling used. Ivy Potter was used, abused and thrown away when she refused to marry Ron, now a tired wreak running the Drunken Druid and hiding from her society. Can these two broken stories fix themselves and get a happily ever after?

Rated M: for mature subjects, abuse, crude language and other reasons.

Hey Lovelies,

I've recently got into the Wolf among us game and the fables comics so I decided to write a crossover fanfiction about it with Harry potter, I had an idea that their worlds might be connected and it just went on from there.

Anyway, read, review, add a suggestion and enjoy.

Love

Snow

Episode 1: The Drunken Druid, Bigby's new watering hole

Bigby sighed as he took a long drag from his cigarette, laying back in his chair, it had been a week since he and Snow white finally ended their romance, while it was good for a while and they were still friends and colleagues, things just didn't go right at all, it started with Snow lying to him about things like staying late after work, when she was going out drinking and partying, then the arguments, where Snow would blame him for every little thing that went wrong in the day whether he was there or not, but the last straw was when Snow threatened him with the farm over a broken plate, it made Bigby realise that Snow had changed for the worst, and so he broke up with her before she drove him back to eating people.

Checking the clock on his wall, he stretched himself and got up and began to head out of his tiny apartment and into the city, Fabletown had gotten quieter in the last year or so since the Crooked man was convicted, and locked up but there still was the smell of mistrust hanging in the air.

Bigby walked onwards, not caring about where he ended up, not looking as other fables stepped to the side, whether it was out of respect or fear he didn't know nor care at that moment, he just wanted to find some where to drink without anybody recognising him. After about ten minutes of walking he came across something odd, there was a garden with a group of picnic benches, curious Bigby entered, opening the wrought iron gate which screeched as the aged metal hinges grated together, causing him to wince slightly.

Once the gate was closed Bigby began his track down the path, his feet crunching on the gravel all the way, rounding the bend he was confronted with an old stone building reminiscent of old England, hearing a heavy creak from above him, he looked up to see an ornately painted pub sign with a hooded druid sleeping on a stone alter surrounded by empty goblets with the caption "The Drunken Druid" hanging above him, and on the wall was another wooden sign with the bars opening times, this surprised Bigby, in all of his years of being sheriff of Fabletown, he had never come across this place before, so it obviously wasn't a hotbed of drunkenness and trouble and yet he felt that he had passed the place time and time again yet never noticed before.

Suddenly a cutting gust of wind, brought him back to reality, causing him to shiver and realise how cold it really was, he swiftly walked to the oak door and pushed it open, surprised by its weight he opened it only to be met with a rush of warmth as he stepped inside.

"Oi, your letting all the heat out!" came a slightly high pitched and agitated voice came from the left of Bigby.

"Shut the dammed door!" came a Haitian accented voice from the same direction, causing Bigby to not only let go of the door but turn to see where the voices were coming from only to be met with a shelf with six shrunken heads, making him jump in the process.

"Oi, what have I told you about scaring the customers!" came a distinctly young female voice with a British accent came from across the room.

Bigby heard the soft clicking of heels on stone coming closer to him, bringing a slight, gentle waft of a floral perfume meeting his nose as well as a scent he never smelled before, causing him to turn around and see a young woman around the age of twenty, in a white dress shirt, black halter neck waist coat with a green ivy pattern embroidered along the edges, black pants and a pair of green heeled shoes, she wasn't particularly tall, probably standing at five foot area of height but she had an elegant hourglass figure to compensate for her lack of height, and breasts that any playboy bunny would be jealous of, she had hair that was the colour of blood, skin paler than white marble, her facial features where sharp and aristocratic and her where eyes greener than emeralds, they made Bigby think of the woods where he grew up.

"Sorry about that, I think their voodoo heads, so they must be more used to the warmer climates" Said the woman giving Bigby a warm smile.

"You do know that having those things is against the rules, here right?" asked Bigby pointing at the heads.

"No, I didn't but I can't take them down or remove them from the bar any way" she replied in an apologetic voice.

"who's that?" Bigby once again asked.

"It was a condition that I kept them there when I inherited it in my family's will" she explained.

"I see, but you may need a way of controlling them, if they're going to stay" Bigby warned her.

"they're normally good with people and kids, they seem to think the heads are just Halloween toys, but I've had to ask them to tone down their pirate stories, the only problem they have is college and high school students" she explained, rubbing her forehead tiredly.

"Do I even want to know?" Bigby questioned.

"well you wouldn't like it if you were pulled off your shelf and shoved in a jug of san gria or shoved down a girl's cleavage, would you?" countered the woman chuckling as she turned around and headed back towards the main bar area, with Bigby hot on her heels.

"So what drinks do you do?" asked Bigby as he looked at all the beer pump badges and the well-stocked display behind the bar (pun unintended), sitting on one of the cushioned stools provided.

"Well on draught I have, Pendle Witches Brew this is an amber ale it has this lovely fruity, spicy taste and a nutty, spicy, fruity aroma, vary popular this time of year, I also have Noir, it's a dark ale with notes of cherry, chocolate and spice giving it a warming feel as you drink" the woman explained as she placed her hands on each pump explaining to Bigby what beer and cider was available, some of which Bigby didn't even know existed.

"What kind of bourbon do you have?" he asked was he watched the attractive barmaid does her job.

"I have, old crow, Ezra Brookes, cougar and mystic" she replied as she indicated to a section of the back display, seemingly dedicated to, whiskey, bourbon and scotch.

"I'll have some Mystic on the rocks then" Said Bigby putting money on the counter.

"Okay, here you go" she replied as she expertly prepared and served the drink to him taking the money and putting his order through the register, placing his change in front of him.

Bigby took a sip, letting the more gentle, mild flavour seep over his tongue with a mild surprise, he found it to be just what he needed for this evening.

"Hey, I didn't catch your name" he nearly explained, as he watched her pull a pint for another customer, another fable he's never met before.

"it's Ivy" she casually as she took the other customers payment.

"Well then Ivy I'm..." he began before, he was stopped by chuckling.

"Oh, I know who you are, Sheriff Wolf "Ivy replied smiling.

"So how long have you been here?" he inquired, seeing as he didn't know as she was a fable or not.

"Eight months give or take, and yes I know about fables seeing as I had to drop off my books as well" she answered as she went about her business, bottling up the Fridge behind her.

The exclamation of books, made Bigby double take in surprise, there weren't many fables that had multiple books, but when one arrived, they were questioned by himself and Snow and then given the standard welcome package by mayor Cole, this made Bigby wonder when did she drop off her books, or had he missed something a few months ago.

With the end of that conversation Bigby decided to continue chugging his drink as he observed his surroundings, the main Bar room was quite large, with a long oak bar with a brass top and bar mats advertising different types of beer or cider, the floor was dark slate that had been polished to a shine, the walls where panelled with redwood and had paintings from different stories, as well as different items mounted in random places, some of the items where shire horse collars and leather straps with the brass decorations hung on the wooden support pillars in the corners of the room and dividing the bar into three sections.

There where tables and chairs stationed by walls and windows, as well a large fire place tucked away in a snug with a fire crackling merrily as the afternoon rolled by, in another snug area a juke box played some classic rock songs softly in the background, providing the building with a warm, comforting yet nostalgic atmosphere, bringing memories of his younger years as Sargant where he'd spend days on end on the beat.

It was a nostalgic feeling for Bigby who rarely went out to drink since taking the position of sheriff, he was also was glad that it wasn't a dump like the other cheap places, and the booze was not overpriced like in the posh places or doctored like in the Trip Trap, Ivy herself was charming and amusing unlike Holly who was out right rude to people, however he noticed that behind Ivy's chipper demeaner she seemed to be exhausted, like a battle worn soldier, it made him wonder about what happened to her before she arrived.

Sighing, Bigby finished the rest of his drink and eased himself off of his stool, exited the bar and began his journey home with a spring in his step, his lightened mood didn't go unnoticed but the other fables he crossed, and it left more than one face with an expression of confusion on it. It wasn't long before he was at the gate of his apartment building, he opened the gate for Beauty and smiled, much to her surprise, as she made her way to her new job at a local mall, now much happier working at the secrets and spells bookshop and Beast much more accepting to his wife having a job to help cover things, despite the cluster fuck that was the open arms hotel, it relieved him that she was working in a safer part of town with better pay and doing a job she loved, once inside his apartment he set about making something to eat, even Colin who once again had escaped the farm couldn't bring his mood down. However, a pounding sound came from his door as he was eating what he'd made (a sandwich) caused his good mood to disintegrate. As he got up from the table, he heard a female voice yell out his name, it was Snow, something must have happened for her to be knocking after telling him to have the day off.

"Alright, alright, I'm comin' keep your panties on!" said Bigby as he unlocked the door, only for Snow to nearly fall in as he opened it.

"Well, yes... where have you been! Bigby I've been trying to find you all day" She exclaimed in a slightly indignant voice.

"Don't you remember? You gave me the day off" Bigby replied calmly.

"But I thought you'd take me out again" said Snow hanging her head in embarrassment.

"Don't you remember why we broke up? It was because of your need to control and supervise me all the time" explained Bigby, trying to reign in his temper. Snow didn't dare reply to his statement knowing it was true.

"never mind that, what did you need?" Asked Bigby trying hard not to sound irritated at the woman stood before him.

"Seven new books suddenly appeared on my desk! It was like magic!" Snow exclaimed, causing Bigby to raise one of his eyebrows in curiosity.

"What where they about?" he asked cautiously, yet calmly at the same time.

"Not what, who! They're all about one girl! Her name is Ivy Potter, I want you to investigate her" explained Snow while Bigby relaxed.

"No need, already met her, she runs the new bar on Pavrell street, the Drunken Druid, she did tell me she'd drop off her books but I didn't know she was that fast, perhaps she did use magic" Bigby told Snow who only seemed to get frustrated at his off handed reply.

"If she's a magic user she broke the rules by using her magic to deliver her books, you need to bring her in" Said Snow sternly.

"not gonna happen, if she's a fable or at the very least new here she may not have known about our rules and regulations" countered Bigby, which surprised Snow at his use of logic.

The pair stood in the doorway to Bigby's apartment silently for a few moments, until Snow turned around and began to make her way towards the business office with Bigby in toe wondering what fable need seven books to tell their story, Bigby simply guessed that Ivy's story was just too long to be put into one book, it made him wonder about what crazy crap that could happen to someone to get seven books about them.

Once they entered the office, they were greeted by Buffkin the flying monkey and mayor Cole who was smiling.

"Ah, Sheriff, Miss White, I take it you now know of Fabletown's newest resident" Said the mayor jovially as Buffkin went back to examining books on the table.

"You mean Ivy, I met her earlier, why didn't you tell us?" asked Bigby, who was starting to get agitated at his day being interrupted the way it was.

"I opted to allow her to settle in first, before bringing her here and letting you two frighten her with your questions, but when I spoke to her eight months ago, she explained the situation she was in and that she'd rather not be paraded around the other fables just yet" Cole explained gently, trying to get his argument across politely, however Snow wasn't having any of it.

"But sir! What if she's a danger? She's already used magic illegally here..." Snow began before she was once again cut off by Cole who sounded angry.

"MISS WHITE! Did I or did I not just give you an explanation! I was basically telling you that when she comes to you, she will tell you everything! Now are you going to comply with this request to leave her be for now or am going to have to reprimand you for insubordination!" Cole snapped, probably for the first time in his whole career as mayor.

"Of course, sir, I just wanted the facts before the other fables got suspicious of her" explained Snow, trying to pacify the now angry mayor.

"All the information you need for now, is in those books over there" Said Cole rubbing his now throbbing temple, trying to stop his now on coming head ache.

"We'll start reading right away sir" said Bigby, before Snow could get herself in any more trouble, and hoping for some more information on the elusive Ivy Potter, she had intreagued Bigby, and that didn't happen often, there was something about her that had entranced him, and his inner wolf, he had become fascinated by her scent and how it seem to drive away the darkness in him, it gave him peace.

Snow who was irritated that the Mayor had decided to forgo procedure sighed and headed over to the table and picked up the first book, titled Ivy Potter and the Philosophers stone and began to read it, while Bigby picked up the book with title of the chamber of secrets while Buffkin went to obtain one of the fable books in order to update it with the new fable in town making sure to make notes whenever Snow or Bigby came across one of Ivy's many achievements.

At the end of the day Snow placed the final book, The Deathly Hallow's back on the table, closing her eyes in pure sorrow and deep regret, she was ready to arrest her for using magic without getting the facts about her story first, to find out that Ivy was a battle hardened soldier at only seventeen broke her heart, while learning what she was put through just for the sake of manipulation and false prophesies it shattered her to the point of sickness.

Meanwhile Bigby was furious, he was furious at the people who should have cared, the people who stood by while Ivy was subjected to hell, and all for the whims of an old man whose greed and ego surpassed the crooked man, his lies led to the death of her parents, abuse, neglect, bullying, torture and much worse death! While it had shocked Bigby that Ivy had survived such a curse, he was enraged at the fact that she was a child in this war, yet she was forced to fight like some modern Joan of arc! It disgusted him right to the core.

"That poor girl" was the only words that Snow could say in her guilt.

"Yeah, the only good that came of it is that the bastard he fought is dead and she's here now... Safe..." He agreed trailing off until he could only whisper the word safe, in a tone so low no one could but himself could hear.

"We should talk to the witches on floor thirteen, they might know more about this Voldemort guy and if he truly was as dangerous as the books say" Said Snow, the only things Bigby could do was nod and follow Snow to the elevator, he didn't feel like talking much after what he saw written in those books.

Once in the elevator, neither Bigby or Snow could bring themselves to look at each other, Bigby because of the shock and disgust at what he'd just read, and Snow because of the now tremendous amount of guilt and regret to not only jumping to conclusions but declaring a veteran of war, a child soldier non the less a threat before getting all of the facts. The elevator pinged, alerting the two somber fables of their arrival on to the thirteenth floor. As they got off of the elevator, they were met by two of the resident witches, Nemue an enchantress from king Arthur's story and Galinda the good witch of Oz.

"what would you like to day? Miss white, Sheriff?" asked Nemue concerned that they'd have to do something like a prison ritual, like they had to with the crooked man.

"we'd like some information, about a war four years ago" explained Snow calmly.

"there haven't been any wars as far as I know of" replied Nemue shuffling on the spot, it was obvious that she'd just lied to them.

"Look, don't lie to us, we know about the blood war the earth magical's had and we want more info on the instigator lord Vold..." Bigby started to say before he was cut off, by the mild mannered Galinda of all fables.

"DON'T SAY HIS NAME!" she nearly screamed at Bigby before she remembered who he was causing her to stammer out an apology.

"it's alright, but why would you be afraid?" asked Bigby after accepting the witch's apology, slightly shocked at the normally kind and docile Galinda's screaming outburst.

"you don't know what it was back then, he targeted anyone who wasn't seen as a pure blood, if you weren't with him you were against him, and if you were against him you were exterminated" explained Galinda shuddering at the mere memory of those dark times.

"if it wasn't for Ivy Potter, he would have taken over Europe and the US as well, us fables would have been easy targets for him and his minions, simply because we're different and didn't fit in with his world view" Nemue continued sensing her friend's discomfort.

"I see if it wasn't for her all of us could have been next on his hit list" Bigby concluded with a calculating voice.

"So why do you think she chose to come here I mean she's a celebrity in her community?" asked Snow, after listening to the witches in silent horror.

"She's here?... oh my god!" Galinda nearly screamed in excitement, causing her and Nemue to whisper and giggle, even the mention of them trying to get her autograph, which alarmed both Bigby and Snow.

"calm down ladies, yes she's here and she's been granted fable status alongside her earth witch status" explained Bigby trying to sooth the excited witches but his news only served to excite the witches even more.

"I wonder if she'll sign my spell book if I'm nice to her?" asked Galinda in a speculating tone of voice.

"I doubt it, I read in the papers that she doesn't do auto graphs in case of people trying to copy her signature to fake bank cheques" answered Nemue sadly.

Bigby quietly groaned as he pulled out his box of Huff & Puff cigarettes and pulling one out, he was starting to regret coming to the thirteenth floor, but he wanted, no he needed as much information as he could, he wanted to know everything about her, he didn't know why, but he suspected that it was because of his inner wolf, but he couldn't pin point the reason at all, but it was probably because he was so young when his mother died.

So, he never got to learn about certain urges, oh sure he knew about sex and all of the stuff that came with it, but his mother never got to tell him the most important thing of all, finding his real mate, he'd heard things from other animalistic fables, it was seen as the most preciouses moment in their lives, to have someone meant just for them, but he never believed it though, to him having a true mate was nothing more than a bedtime story mothers told their cubs. However, little did he know of what was happening and what was to come, unlike everyone else around him.

Bigby's train of thought was broken when he heard a door opening to reveal Prospero the wizard from the tempest.

"Can I help you Sheriff Wolf?" he asked as if he was in a hurry.

"I need some information on a new magic using fable, she's quite the celebrity" explained Bigby trying to sound as professional as possible with his patience now running thin.

"What's her name?" asked Prospero annoyance showing in his voice.

"Ivy Potter" Bigby answered, causing Prospero to go ghost-pale in shock or possibly horror.

"How do you know about her?" asked Prospero.

"She runs the new bar on Pavrell Street, look enough questions, what do you know about her?" demanded Bigby his temper rising by the second.

"She was the lynch pin in the most recent blood war in Europe, she was the one that defeated He-who-must-not-be-named, she dropped off the map a couple of years ago, she apparently refused to go through with a marriage contract with her ex-friend Ronald Weasley, went as far as to declare him an oath breaker and went on to reactivate a blood feud with the boy's mothers family" Prospero answered as quickly as he could, not wanting to be on the recieving end of Bigby's anger.

"Where can I get more information?" asked Bigby, who was calming down quickly.

"I can't tell you" said Prospero, quickly obviously not wanting to say any more.

"then Take me" Bigby growled, scaring Prospero considerably.

"Fine, but if it blows up in your face don't come running to me" Said Prospero guiding Bigby back to the elevator, leaving Snow to get more information from the witches on the thirteenth floor, much to her annoyance, but she had to admit that he was on the right track.

Meanwhile, the elevator had reached the lobby and the odd pair of Bigby and Prospero headed out to the street just outside of the building, where they walked right up to the edge of the sidewalk, and Prospero stuck out his staff into the road.

Bigby didn't understand and was about to tear Prospero a new one for wasting his time, until he heard an almighty bang, like a cannon being fired and with the grace of a bull in a china shop and the speed of a fighter jet appeared a midnight blue triple decker bus, much to Bigby's shock not only at the extra level on the bus but at the speed of its arrival.

"Welcome to the night bus, emergency transport for any stranded witch or wizard in America" said the tired voice of the pimply faced teenaged female conductor, who looked positively shabby despite her smart celestial blue conductors' uniform, she seemed disinterested in her job.

Prospero payed the fee for the both of them and asked them to a bar called the Torn Tarot card, however they were told that they had a few stops before theirs, which both fables forgave, once they were taken to two beds that had been bolted to the floor, this gave Bigby a bad feeling. Suddenly there was another almighty bang and the bus rapidly jerked to life as the driver started the engine, which nearly resulted in Bigby nearly being thrown to the back of the bus due to the nightmarish speed. Upon nearly greeting the floor, Bigby looked up to see the conductress lent up against the driver's cab, with a magazine, teen witch weekly in her hand, and on the cover was a black and white, moving photo (which made him double take) of Ivy but she looked younger, and in big bold red letters Where's Our Saviour Now?!, the conductor seemed engrossed in the article.

"Hey, who's that on the cover?" asked Bigby staggering back to his feet.

"You don't know? Have you been living under a rock or something?!" the Conductress asked in a typical spoilt teenager fashion.

"Sorry some people have to work more instead of following the tabloids" answered Bigby sarcastically, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

"She's only the biggest wizarding world celeb! She's Ivy Potter for Merlin's sake, she brought down the dark lord! Then she vanished after turning down a marriage contract and declaring a blood feud! She's totally bad ass! I mean no one knows where she is despite all those supposed sightings!" she continued with an excited voice, the pitch getting higher with every syllable.

"Perhaps she simply wanted to retire, get away from all of the cameras, politics and fans" said Bigby softly, wincing as his ears recovered from the girl's voice.

"Well if she did retire or exile herself, why not say so I mean, I understand that people need privacy, but why just disappear like that? I mean people are worried" the girl asked.

"Maybe she was just tired of having to answer to the public, or perhaps the fighting, death and carnage that was in her life leading her to want to leave peacefully or perhaps she was pushed too far" Bigby theorised quietly, his eyes narrowing as thoughts began to swirl in his mind. Meanwhile the night bus hurtled down the roads as it reached is first destination.

"Alright, Crystal O'Hara for Pheonix square, California, I repeat Crystal O'Hara for Pheonix square, California" the conductress called over the intercom, surprising Bigby at the name of the state they were in, just a few minutes ago they were in New York! As soon as she had finished making the announcement a twelve-year-old witch who looked quite green came down from an upper deck with her school trunk trundling behind her in one hand and pet carrier in her other hand, the conductress helped her off the bus and into the arms of her mother.

There was another bang as the bus started up again this time in a New direction, this time Bigby was prepared and wasn't bowled over like the previous time, as the bus swerved in and out of traffic and down rural routes, making Bigby wonder if it was worth it being in this torture chamber on wheels just to get some information that may or may not be out of date. Suddenly there was a screech of brakes and the intercom turned on again.

"Fenella Feverfew, Wonderland west, Wisconsin, I repeat Fenella Feverfew, Wonderland west, Wisconsin" Droned the conductress, as a preppy looking college witching student got off of the bed next to Bigby, grabbed a suitcase and got off the bus, only to get jumped by her friends, Bigby thought that the others where her sorority sisters. It took three minutes to reach the next destination, much to Bigby's surprise, he looked out the window to see a swamp, when the intercom crackled too life once again.

"Mackinley McNabb, the Quirky Keys, Florida I repeat Mackinley Mcnabb, the Quirky Keys, Florida" called the conductress, as a raggedy looking, thirty-something Wizard stumbled off of the bus towards a rather dilapidated diner/motel.

The next location was in Louisiana, a place called Boudreaux Court, for a witch called Janice Laveau, making Bigby wonder if she was related to the infamous Marie Laveau, it also made him think about what was hidden under everyone's noses both fable and Mundey alike, it shocked Bigby at the fact that this society had been hidden from them for longer than a month without drawing the attention of the Mundie's, Bigby thought that fable town could use some pointers from them.

It was a further two minutes before Bigby and Prospero arrived at the Torn Tarot card, as soon as their names Where called Bigby practically sprinted off of the bus, and had to fight the urge to kiss the sidewalk in relief, while Prospero casually exited the bus looking up at the peeling paint of the inn's sign, happy to finally be at their destination. Prospero walked up to the aged, creaky door and opened it.

"Well... are you coming? Now that you've made me drag you here" ask Prospero holding the door open, allowing Bigby in to the dingy building right into a new world full of magic and secret...

hey Lovelies

Prospero is from the fables comics as was snow, both in the games and comics

I had the idea of adding Galinda and Nemue just to add some more young witches to the thirteenth floor.

And the other witches on the night bus are ones i made up.

I'm going to focus more on Ivy on the next chapter,

Also I'm sorry for any spelling and grammar errors.

Love

Snow