A/N: This is my first crossover having to do with a TV series, and book combination so please keep that in mind when reading this. Hotch is a wizard, that only his niece, Spencer, and his own sister knew.

Summary: Hermione is starting a new life in Virginia, to continue the relationship that was started, when first visiting her uncle.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Home

Spencer had just closed the door to his apartment, and put his satchel to the side, before her noticed a stranger sitting in his living-room. He silently removed the gun from his holster, before stepping closer, to the man who was looking at a picture that had been on his bookcase. It was of the only girl, who he had ever loved, and who's secret he would take to the grave.

"I should had protected her," Came the soft whisper, from the man who still had his back to him, not even showing any signs of defense.

Spencer lowered his gun to his side, still not placing it back where it came from, but now more curious, "Who are you? How did you get in my apartment?"

The young man stood up, and turned to look at the doctor, tears lining his emerald green eyes, "I'm Harry Potter, a friend of Hermione's."

"Spencer Reid," The agent introduced, as he studied the other young man. "Where is Hermione, you said you should had protected her," he placed the gun on the end table, before taking a seat on the sofa .

"How do you know about our world anyways?" Harry asked, as he looked at the agent.

"Her uncle is my boss, and she told me after we exchanged endearments," Spencer answered easily, staring at the man in front of him, "Which is allowed according to your laws, once a witch/wizard were in the phase of a relationship, and planned to continue a future together. We-"

The other man laughed, "You sound just like her."

"Does her uncle know?" Reid asked.

The wizard rubbed the back of his neck, "He asked me to bring her here, he's going through with pressing the charges as we speak, and didn't fe-"

"Wait she's here?" Spencer glanced around his apartment, than noticed his bedroom door opened, revealing his dresser light on, "Why didn't you tell me that before," he asked as he hurried to his room, finding the familiar sleeping brunette in his bed. "Why did Hotch, want her to come here? Instead of at his place, or wait until he returned?"

"You're her boyfriend right?" The wizard asked, looking at the agent.

"We were, but she wrote me a letter, saying that she was marrying the boyfriend from her school," The agent answered, remembering when he had received the letter, a couple weeks after she returned to England.

"Is there someone else then?" The other man asked. "Her uncle didn't say anything about you having another girlfriend."

"There's no one else," Spencer answered.

Harry sighed in relief, as he looked at the taller man, "Do you still have the letter?"

Spencer walked over to the bookcase, that was the size of his bedroom wall, and retrieved the book where he pulled out a piece of parchment, "This was the letter she sent. I honestly don't know why I kept-"

"That's not her writing," Harry cut the other man off, taking the parchment in his hand, studying it closely, "The T's and Y's aren't the same, and everyone knows her writing is as sloppy as a doctors notes, never the same except her T's, and Y's. I need to take this now, watch her please?"

The agent could only nod dumbly, as he watched the man disappear in front of his eyes, before he turned to the occupant in his bed. He took a step closer to where she was laying, and took a seat on the edge of the mattress, 'How did I not notice the writing wasn't hers?'

Flashback

Spencer placed a gentle kiss to the witch's neck, as he held her close to his chest, "I wish you didn't have to leave."

She smiled as she faced the television, "I need to pack my flat."

"Than let me go with you," He started, placing kisses on her shoulder, "I have some-"

"Wait until I move in with you to use your vocation time," She turned in his arms, and pulled his lips down to hers, "Let's just enjoy tonight."

"It'd be easier to do, if I didn't know you were leaving tomorrow," The agent whispered, sliding his hand under her shirt.

"Don't start something you can't finish," The witch teased, as she slid from his grasp, and slowly walked into the room.

Spencer watched as she removed her clothing one piece at a time, until she was all the way in his room, before he jumped over the back of the sofa to join her. "I never start anything I can't finish," He pulled her into his arms, and started to kiss her, as she started to unbutton his shirt.

"Prove it," Was the last thing that was said, before she allowed her boyfriend to take control.

End of Flashback

He had met her when she was visiting her uncle, after finding out about her parents death, when she came to stay with her uncle. No one even knew Hotch, had any family in the UK, let alone one that had so much in common with one, Dr. Spencer Reid. She was younger than him by at least four years, but like himself, could easily answer questions without having to recheck.

He stood up to go work on some cases, when he felt a hand around his wrist, causing him to stop. "Mia?"

"I'm sorry," She had tears in her eyes, as her chocolate pools, connected to his own.

He knelt beside her, wiping her tears with the pads of his thumbs, "I'm sorry Mia, I sho-"

"I lost it," Her tears began again, as she buried her face, into his pillow.

He paused what he was doing, as he stared at her confused, "Lost, what did you lose?" he crawled on the other side of the mattress, and pulled her into his arms, "Maybe we could find it."

She shook her head, before laying her head against his chest, "I lost-"

He looked down at her, when she didn't finish her sentence, and found her asleep again. He kissed the top of her head, not planning to let her go again, "I love you, Mia."

Ministry of Magic-UK

"How the hell did this happen, Kingsley!" Hotch asked, slamming his fist on the mans large desk.

"I assure you, Aaron, we didn't know what was happening. We just thought she got back together with, Ron, because they were insuperable when she returned," The Minister answered, obviously guilty.

"Minister Shackelbolt?" A small blonde entered the office, in white robes, and a manilla folder, tucked under her arms, "I think you should see this." She set the folder on the desk.

Kingsley read the contents, and then slammed the folder down, ignoring as the American wizard picked it up to look. "She was pregnant."

"She said she had a feeling, but wanted to wait until she returned to tell her boyfriend," The blonde informed, looking at the unfamiliar face, "I think Ron, might have found out though, because the way she lost the child seemed deliberate. Her ribs had been broken from falling down the stairs, she had fallen forward, and she was on her stomach bleeding when Ginny found her." She stopped as she tried to remember something, "Ron visited her at the hospital after the incident, than since that day she was always seen with him, which I thought was strange because when I told her that she was pregnant she seemed even more determined to get back to Virginia."

"Thank you Luna, and this is Hermione's uncle Aaron Hotchner," Kingsley introduced, after realizing he forgot to introduce the two.

"Please to meet you." Hotchner nodded, as he addressed the young witch, "She was pregnant, do you know who could have pushed her?"

"I'm Healer Luna Lovegood," She shook the older mans hand, before looking back at the Minister, "At the time Ginny said no one else was in the house, or on the floor for that matter, but after going through Hermione's mind a couple weeks ago. We were able to discover it was Ron Weasley, who had pushed her down the stairs, and from after the hospital kept her close while away. It even shows he may have tempted an, 'Imperio'. They will probably play her memory when the trial takes place."

"So far he can be charged with attempted murder, and murder," Kingsley explained.

"And don't forget forging letters, in Mione's name," Harry added, holding out the letter, which he had received from Spencer.

Hotchner looked at the letter for a moment, before looking at Kingsley, "Where is that filthy excuse of a wizard now?"

"Azkaban, on charges of using an Unforgivable," Kingsley started to answer.

"And now murder," Luna added, than looked at Harry, "Plus forgery, right?"

Harry looked confused at the additional reasons, as he took the letter back from Hotchner, "Murder, he didn't mu-"

"He was the one who pushed her down the stairs, ending up in her having a miscarriage, she was fourteen weeks but still counts as murder," Luna answered, before bowing her head, "I need to get back to the hospital, please let me know how she is doing." With that she apperated away.

"I should get back to the Weasley's, they are all still in shock with Ron's actions, and I need to be with my wife," Harry shook the other two wizards hands, before walking out of the door.

"You should get back to your niece," Kingsley suggested, walking back around to his desk, "We'll contact you with the time of the trial?"

The Next Morning

knock! Knock!

Spencer quietly closed his bedroom door, when he heard a knock at his front door. He looked out his peep hole, and recognized Hotch standing in the hallway, " Hotch?" He asked while opening the door for the other man.

Hotch held up a tray of coffee, and probably tea for his niece, along with a box of doughnuts, "Brought breakfast, how is Mione, doing?"

"She is asleep at the moment," Reid answered, taking a seat on his sofa, "Something she said last night, still confuses me though."

Hotch looked back to the door, than at the young agent, who his niece was in love with, "What did she say?"

"She first apologized about something, then said she lost something," The young agent answered, looking towards the door himself. "She tried to explain a second time, but fell back to sleep before finishing. If anything I should had been the one to apologize to her, because I believed she would really go back to her ex-boyfriend so easily, even after some of the things she told me he would make her do."

"Reid, did she tell you anything, before she went back to UK?" Hotch asked after a couple moments of silence.

"She said she was going to pack her flat up, and come back here for good, than I got that letter two weeks later saying she was going to marry that ex-boyfriend. I don't remember anything else being said," Reid answered, now looking suspiciously at the older man. "You found something out didn't you?"

"Did she have any idea, about being pregnant at the time before she left?" Hotch asked.

Reid stared at his friend, before he stood quickly, as if everything suddenly made clear "She was pregnant, but had a ab-"

"Miscarriage, she would never rid an innocent life, we both know that," Hotch corrected, not hiding his anger this time, "Her ex-boyfriend pushed her down a flight of stairs, and than may have started using a curse that made her do what he said. Then would bind her, before he went to sleep. We won't know for sure the exact event, but so far his charges are attempted murder, murder, and forging a letter in her name."

The young agent just fell back onto the sofa, and stared straight ahead at his blank television. 'She was pregnant with our child, and that-' he shot back up, turning red with anger, " Son of a bitch killed my child!"

"I'm sorry," A soft voice came from the bedroom doorway.

Hotch was the first to get to her, and pull her into his arms, kissing her hair, "It wasn't your fault, and everyone knows that," he slowly lead his niece to the sofa, where Reid was now sitting more calmly, "Spencer just found out, he isn't blaming you either," he gestured for the younger man to say something.

"Of course I don't blame you," Spencer assured, pulling the witch into his arms, not wanting to ever let her go again, "I am sorry I didn't try harder, to-"

She squeezed her uncles hand, as she wrapped her other arm around her boyfriends waist, as she buried her face against his chest. "He was black mailing me, and I couldn't talk to the Weasley's about my situation, because he never let me out of his sight."

"You're back with me now, and I am not letting you go again," Reid assured, earning a small smile from the woman in his arms.

"Kingsley, will let us know the happenings, but until then you're staying in Virginia," Hotch stood to his feet, and looked at the young couple, "I need to get to the office, but if you need anything, than just call me alright."

Hermione stood to her own feet, and wrapped her arms around her uncle, "Thank you uncle Aaron, and sorry for-"

Her uncle held onto his niece tighter, not recognizing this personality, it was the same as other witness's who have been through any kind of abuse in there life. It was something he never wanted to witness, when it came to his niece, or son, "Mione, you don't have to apologize sweety," he kissed the top of her head, before turning to Spencer, who looked equally worried, "Take the weekend off, alright? Bring her to my house tomorrow, her cousin will want to see her."

Spencer nodded, as he wrapped his arms around the witch, "Call me if you need any assistance, I have the copy of the files with me, I will-"

"Just take care of her," Hotch ordered, before shutting the door behind him.

Hermione turned in the young agents arms, and looked at him worriedly, "I know that he wrote you the letter, but does that mean you moved on, beca-"

"There is only you, no one else could ever come close," Reid assured, leaning down and kissing her forehead. He pulled her into his arms, as tears started to fall from his own eyes, as the information sank in, "I wish I could had been there for you, and-"

"I don't want to think about that," She wiped his own eyes with the pads of her thumbs, as she lead him back to the sofa, "I thought about you the whole time, and it broke my heart thinking that you thought I didn't love you, especially after our times together."

"I am not letting you out of my sight again," He promised, as he watched her look through the pastries, and bringing out a bear claw, "I bought those on the way to work a few times, just to give it to Rossi, when I realized I didn't like them."

"I'm sure he appreciated it," The witch smiled, as she thought of her friends, "He did have bit of a sweet tooth."

"Harry seemed to blame himself," Reid started rubbing her legs, as she stretched them over his lap, then realized he was still in the clothes from yesterday. He didn't care though.

"That doesn't surprise me," Hermione smiled when her boyfriends gaze fell onto her, "Let's just cuddle, no more talking." She gently pulled him by his sleeve, until he was right behind her, and she was able to rest her head on his chest, "I love you, Spencer."

"I love you to, Mia," He smiled as he pressed a kiss to her temple.

A Week Later-The Hearing

UK-Minister of Magic

(Pensive Memory One)

"Mione, what are you doing?" Ron leaned against the door frame of his sister's room.

"I'm packing my things, it's pretty obvious," The witch answered, not even looking at the had already gotten the things from her flat, the day before.

"Where are you going?"

"I told you, I am moving to the states, I want to be near my uncle."

"You want to be near you muggle, that's what this really comes down to," Ron hurried into the room, and spun the witch around, "You-"

She wrapped her arms around her stomach, which didn't go unnoticed by the angered redhead, "Ron, I am allowed to have my own life," she hurried pass him, and started going down the stairs. She glanced behind at the red head, just as he shoved her forcefully from the second flight of stairs.

(Pensive Memory Two)

A male Healer entered the room, staring at a chart at the end of the bed, "You suffered from three broken ribs, and-"

"Is the baby alright?" The witch asked, looking around the room, noticing there wasn't a monitor informing her of the babies health, "Why aren't you monitoring my baby?"

"I'm sorry Miss Granger, the baby didn't make it," He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, as the witch before him started to cry. He waited until the witch stopped crying, before giving a sympathetic smile, "If you need anything, just call for someone alright?"

"Thank you, I will," Hermione leaned back further against the bed, and closed her eyes, allowing sleep to catch up to her.

(The Next Morning)

The room was pitch dark, and the only thing that was visible, was the glow that followed the voice, "Imperio."

Ron stepped towards the light, and sat on the bed beside her, taking her hand in his, "You're not going to tell anyone I was the one that pushed you, jut like you're not going to go back to the states, because you're mine."

She wanted to scream her disagreement, but knew it was all in vane, 'How did he do it, without being found.'

"Oi, Ron, what are you doing here?" Came a familiar voice, Harry's, to be exact. He approached his friends side, and took her hand in his, "How you doing, Mione?"

"She isn't able to talk, something to do with the way she fell," Ron falsely informed his friend, standing on the other side of his friend.

"I thought it was-"

"She needs rest Harry, why don't you check on my sister, Gin, she was pretty upset about finding her," The redhead explained, still holding the witch's hand, "I'll stay with her, so she won't be alone."

(Pensive Memory Three)

Two Weeks After the Accident

"Incarcerous!" Ron walked into the room of there now recently shared flat, slightly annoyed with the lack of response, which he thought the 'Imperio' should have on a person. "Should had known that your mind might have been to strong, for the full effect on that curse, but perhaps we could come to a different arrangement." He pulled a parchment from his robe, and smirked at her confused expression, "Either I send him this letter of you saying you'll marry me, and you weren't returning to him after all," he pulled another parchment from his robe, this time careful not to touch it, "Or I send him this one, which may, or may not put him in a coma, if he were to open it with his bare hands."

He had placed the silencing spell on her, so all she was able to do was shake her head violently, or glare at him as another response.

She had tears falling from her eyes, as she gestured her head towards the none threatening letter, watching as he vanished the poisoned one.

He smirked, "Good choice."

(Pensive Memory Four)

It was the day before her wedding, when her best female friend found her, in the gardens of the Burrow.

Ginny frowned when she noticed the tears, that her friend had been crying, as she wrapped her arm around the other witch, "What's wrong, Mione?"

"I guess I am just nervous about getting married," The other witch unconvincingly lied.

"Hermione, I want you to be honest with me, because I been noticing your odd behavior since after the hospital. Only reason I didn't say anything before, was because you didn't say something, which I know you would had found away to say anything even without direct words. What's really going on, Hermione?" The redhead asked, stroking her friends hair, as the brunette cried into her shoulder. "Before the hospital, you were so excited about getting back home to that American boyfriend, and then two weeks later you're announcing your engagement to my brother."

"He threatened to send Spencer a poisoned letter, if I didn't choose your brother, and had been using silencing charms on me, along with the body binding spell to keep me from leaving when we return to the flat." The older witch answered, tired of keeping this all to herself. "He even used the 'Imperio' on me at the hospital, but it didn't last that long, no matter how many times he used the spell."

"Maybe it wasn't working because the wand he has been using since after the war really isn't his, and the real owner was killed," The redhead suggested, watching as her friend started to fall asleep, in her own embrace.

The high Councilwoman stared as the last of the memories played, before turning her attention to a nervous Ron, "Mr. Weasley, do you have anything to say in your defense?"

"She's mine, we were suppose to get married, I was there when she woke up after the fall." Ron's face went from nervous, to straight outrage, as he looked over to the stands, "How could she choose a muggle, over a pureblood?"

Hermione took her boyfriends hand, whispering so no one else could hear, "He's trying to get you to doubt yourself, don't listen to him."

"He knows that he isn't getting out of this situation, so he is just trying to hurt her, as much as he's hurting now," Hotch added, after hearing what his niece had said, not taking his eyes off the council.

"Is that all you have to say?" Councilwoman Bones asked, not phased with the angry young man.

"All who find Mr. Weasley guilty, please raise your right hand," The Councilwoman allowed a small smile to play across her face, when everyone raised there hand. "All who find Mr. Weasley not guilty, raise your right hand."

No one's hands went up.

"Mr. Author Weasley, does your family have anything to add, before we go on?" The Councilwoman asked, looking to where the Weasley's were sitting behind Hermione, instead of there son.

"We have nothing to say, your honor," The head of the Weasley's answered.

"Then we find the defendant guilty, and send him to receive 'The Dementor's Kiss'," The Councilwoman hit her gravel against the stands, before dismissing the room.

Hermione sighed in relief, and visibly relaxed once they lead her old friend out of the room, as her boyfriend wrapped his arms around her waist. She took a breath, before turning around, and looking towards the Weasley's, who were hugging each other crying, "I'm sorry about all of this, Mr. Weasley, and Mrs. Weasley."

"You didn't do anything wrong, Deary." Mrs. Weasley explained, wrapping her arms around the witch, "He knew better than to do those things, I am just sad you felt you couldn't talk to us sooner," she looked at Hotch, and than at Spencer, "So you're the boyfriend, who she wrote us all about."

Spencer just nodded his head, not sure what else to do, "She has spoken of your family as well, sorry about your son."

Hotch took the offered hand, and smiled at Author, "It's been a long time, Author, Molley, wish it was under better circumstances."

Molly wrapped her arms around the other mans waist, and looked at the small group, "You guys will stay at the Burrow, I want to know everything you been doing Aaron, and you could use our floo in the morning to return home."

"Sounds good, always good to reunite with old classmates," Hotch explained, as they made there way through the Minister of Magic, till they reached the floo network.

Spencer wrapped an arm around his girlfriend, as the Weasley's started to watch him, "Great, I love when everyone looks at me at once, without saying anything."

Hermione, and Hotch, just shook there heads, and laughed at the young agent.

To be continued...