A/N: Here it is. For HPverse, it is set 3 years after Deathly Hallows and for SPNverse, right after "Everybody Loves a Clown" in Season 2.

NOTE 9-5-13: THIS FIC HAS BEEN ABANDONED! CHECK CHAPTERS 19 & 20 FOR DETAILS!

Chapter One : Changes

It was a nice, busy day in London. People were bustling about the streets, all getting ready for the weekend. Harry Potter made his way into the Ministry and over to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. It was nearly five o'clock and he hadn't seen his best friend all week. That was something he needed to fix. He found her surrounded by large stacks of files on her desk. They were towering all around her and he could barely see her. But he could hear her quill scribbling at its usual rapid pace. He came closer and finally saw brown hair peeking out from all the files. Her eyes rapidly scanned different pages, just watching it gave him a beginnings of a massive headache.

"Does it hurt? Working that hard?" He grinned widely.

Hermione Granger laughed, but couldn't tear her eyes away from her work. She was nearly finished.

"Shut it, Harry. You can sit if you want." She spoke quickly, as if taking the time to speak would slow her down. She tucked her curly hair behind her ear and continued her work. Harry twiddled his thumbs and waited. He would've never survived Hogwarts without that brain, that was for sure. Finally (it had really only been fifteen minutes), Hermione let out a satisfied sigh and looked up from her work.

Harry chuckled at how proud she was with herself. She was insane, he could never put so much energy into something so boring. At least his job was exciting, he got to hunt down dark wizards all day.

"All done. So it's Friday, what are you planning for the weekend? That's odd to say." Her eyes widened slightly with amusement," It's like we're normal people."

"Uh yeah," Harry let out a laugh, if someone had asked him three years ago if he could've called his life normal, he would've looked at them like they were crazy," you're right that does sound weird. I Most of the Death Eaters are either in Azkaban or too scared to come out. Things have been nice and quiet for a while. Ginny's coming over after practice. Nice night in, er, you know. What about you? Having dinner with Ron?"

Hermione smiled at him with pride. He deserved this normal life. He had been through so much, saving the world, and handled it wonderfully.

"Oh that's nice...right," She looked away a bit. She knew what Harry meant by his subtle little "you know"," Well, I wouldn't know but er-I'll just not bring that up." She blushed, not used to talking about it. She shook her head and dispelled all those thoughts.

"He said the shop was overrun today with people. Too busy. It's all right." She had been looking forward to going out to dinner, but George needed all the help he could get.

Harry laughed when she blushed. She had been with Ron since she was 18, he didn't know why she hadn't. But it was Hermione. The idea of her having sex was really strange.

"Oh, well. It's a booming business. Why don't you just go over to his place since you're done. Surprise him?" He suggested.

Hermione grinned widely at him.

"That's a great idea. Sorry we didn't get to talk much this week. It's been so busy."

"Don't worry about it." He went over around the desk and pulled her out of her chair, making her laugh. He hugged her tightly.

"We're best friends, I know you still care about me even if we don't talk for a week." He smiled, pulling back.

"I should hope so. We've only been through a war together." She giggled, hitting him in the arm.

Hermione had to admit, she didn't really expect her life to be here after the war was over. After being involved in so many life changing events, she wished there was more to it than filing papers.

"I still haven't gotten used to it, you know. It all being over."

Harry sighed heavily. He was glad things were over and craved a normal life but he didn't see secretary work as the life of the amazing Hermione Granger. She had done so many great things. Saved his life so many times. Writing reports on how to transport a dragon from A to B really didn't seem like her.

"Yeah. I'm glad it is. You know, that Auror offer is still up if you wanna join me." He smiled.

Hermione shook her head.

"You know I love working with you. But I just can't see myself having an Auror life. I guess I'm just still transitioning." She waved her wand and cleaned off her desk. Harry grabbed her coat for her and she put it on. They walked out of the Ministry together, very happy for the weekend.

-0-

Hermione made her way over to Ron's flat. She knocked on the door, but there was no answer. She shrugged and went inside, she was his girlfriend after all. Her eyes did a quick sweep and saw that it was in desperate need of cleaning. There was a faint noise coming from the bedroom, she slowly walked down to it. Her brown eyes widened at what she saw. Ron was in bed, tangled up with...Lavender Brown? His whole face went red as she yelled,

"Ron?"

"Um..." He licked his suddenly dry lips and tried to get rid of the lump in his throat. The stupid little word rang in her ears.

"Um? Um? That's what you have to say for yourself?" Hermione snapped. She marched over to him and smacked him across the face. She had never been so hurt and humiliated.

"You're a disgusting pig! Lying to my face! Telling me you're busy with work!"

Ron stared at her, unable to speak. Lavender seemed frightened over her and covered herself

with the bed sheet. His silence settled everything, there was no going back from this.

"We're done. Enjoy your whore." She stormed out of the apartment. The minute Hermione felt the warm August air hit her face, the tears that had threatened to fall finally broke through. She rested her head against the wall as her body shook with sobs. There was only one person she could go to. Hermione went to Harry's. She knew he was with Ginny, but she had to see him. Her fist pounded on his door.

"Harry!"

Harry heard the rapid knocking and the urgency in Hermione's voice and rushed to the door. He opened it immediately. She had been crying.

"What's wrong?" His tone was gentle and concerned. She threw herself into his arms and he barely caught her.

"Ron...Ron's been cheating on me with Lavender Brown." She cried.

"What? No...he..." Harry couldn't think. He held her in his arms, trying to process. How could Ron cheat on Hermione? He thought he loved her! Hermione pulled back from him and wiped her eyes.

She nodded, trying to gather her voice.

"He didn't say anything. He just stood there."

"What're you going to do?"

"I broke up with him. I can't just let that go. I-I can't be here, Harry. I can't-I can't be around him. I know that's all I'm going to get if I stay. I wanna leave."

"What like on vacation? That's a good idea. You need to relax anyway." Harry nodded. Hermione took in his words. At first, she thought that was what she meant...but...

"No, Harry. Not on vacation. I need to get out of the country. At least for a while. I can't live this life. I want to do something that matters. I want to help people again. I can't just be sitting behind a desk." Hermione sighed. Nothing gave more clarity than getting your heartbroken.

Harry ran a hand through his jet black hair. He didn't know what to tell her. She was wasting her time at that stupid job, and if she hung around here, Ron would find a way to worm his way back. He couldn't remember being so mad at him. He never thought he could be such a royal dick.

"Okay...where do you think you'll go? Paris? Glasgow?" He knew she loved those two cities.

Hermione shook her head. That was still too close.

"No...I think...America? Hagrid knew someone there. He said he was the most interesting muggle he ever met. I think I'm going to find out why."

America? That sounds a little drastic. Are you sure you don't wanna take some time to think about this?" This was happening all too fast, he wasn't ready.

Hermione shook her head.

"I have to go." She put her arms around him and rested her chin on his shoulder, sighing deeply.

"I'll write you as much as I can, okay?"

Harry nodded, he didn't want her to go. But he understood. He held onto her for just a little longer. He would miss her. Earlier today, he thought a week without seeing her was hard, now she was leaving the country.

"I'll hold you to it," Harry pulled back and looked into her eyes," I...are you sure? What if this guy's a nutter? You don't know anyone there—what if-"

"If I can survive Snatchers and Basiliks and...Bellatrix Lestrange—I think I can handle some Muggle friend of Hagrid's." Hermione smiled weakly at him.

"Yeah...I guess...if it doesn't work out—you come back here, straightaway, yeah?" Harry demanded. He didn't like her being out there all by herself. But then again, who was he talking to? How many times did she save his sorry arse? Hermione stayed silent and just put her arms around him, one more time.

"I promise. If it doesn't work out, I'll come back. I love you, Harry, you're my best friend."

"Likewise, Hermione. Likewise."

-0-

Hagrid drank from his mug of tea. All of this was crazy. Hermione leaving, Ron cheating on her. He never saw any of this coming. And now she wanted to go to America? It had taken a good hour for Hermione to convince Hagrid that she was doing the right thing. Even though this was rushed, she felt it in her heart that this was a good choice.

"His name is Bobby Singer. He's what they call a hunter. He hunts demons, witches-not our kind the Satanic ones, ghosts, vampires. Nasty stuff." He grimaced slightly, before drinking more tea.

Hermione couldn't believe that the magical world was so different in America. It was...scary. But if it meant she could help people, she'd give it a try.

"Well, how do I get in contact with him?"

"Harry sent me an owl about your plans last night after you left his place. I wrote Bobby this morning. He said he'd be willing to meet you." Hagrid smiled at her. Harry really cared about her, they all did, save for Ron. Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"What did you tell him?"

"That you helped Harry save the world when you were seventeen. Not something you hear everyday."

She put her tiny hand on Hagrid's giant one.

"Thank you, Hagrid."

Hagrid smiled at her. He didn't know anyone like Hermione and he was sad to see her go. Ron was a bloody idiot.

"Anything for you, Hermione. You've helped me so many times. I can return the favor, can't I?"

Hermione gave him a weak smile. He was surprised she hadn't cried. He had only seen it happen once or twice. He sighed heavily. This felt extremely rushed for a Hermione move, but then again he had never seen a heartbroken Hermione. She always pushed forward, never breaking down, never showing any weakness.

"You gonna be okay, Hermione? What did you tell your folks?"

Hermione sighed and drank her tea. She didn't want to let Hagrid see how scared this all made her. He didn't need that.

"Of course. I'll be fine. I told them that there was a possible job opportunity in America and I needed to act fast if I wanted it. But...Daddy saw through that and made me tell the truth. They're in the same boat as you and Harry. They don't like this. But I have to do something for myself, Hagrid. I know this sounds crazy, I thought about it all night-but I need to do something with my life. I have to."

Hagrid sighed. He wished she opened up to more people than just Harry and tell him how she really felt. But then again, she wouldn't have survived everything without that strong will. He could see there was no backing her down from this.

"Be safe out there. Drop an owl every once and a while."

"I will."

-0-

Hermione walked up to the old house in the middle of the scrap yard. She looked down at the piece of paper in her hand. This was the right place. It didn't look like the house of a demon hunter, but looks weren't everything. She knew that well. Her shaky hand made contact with the door. She didn't know what to expect. Bobby heard the knock on his back door and opened it, shotgun ready. It was a young woman. He saw the wooden stick in her hand, a wand.

"You must be Hermione Granger."

Hermione's eyes grew slightly at the sight of the shotgun. She nodded shortly.

"I am. May I come in?"

"Yeah." Bobby opened the door wider.

After she came in, he went through the usual tests to make sure she was in fact human. He gave her a glass of holy water in a silver glass when she sat down. She sipped it, after looking at it strangely for a second. Nothing happened. She wasn't used to just being handed water in such an odd glass. Bobby relaxed a little. He trusted Hagrid, but he didn't know if a demon might've possessed her on her way here.

"Sorry about all that, just can't be too careful."

"No, I understand," Hermione had been in a war, too," so how do you know Hagrid?"

"Met him when I was near England. I was fightin' a werewolf in the woods. He was so friggin' huge, just picked the thing up. Held him in place while I shot him. I had to buy him a drink after. Told me all about your friend, Harry Potter. Quite a life you two have led." Bobby said sitting down.

Hermione smiled, a bit. Mr. Singer was very cautious and came off rough, but he had warmth as well.

"Yeah, you could say that. He's glad it's all over and so am I-I just-I miss helping people, I guess. I mean most of the time, it was just me and Harry and...Ron but we made a difference, you know? I just figured I wasn't given these talents just to be wasting them behind a desk." Hermione wanted more than anything for him to see that she was serious about this. Bobby found it interesting that this girl who had helped save an entire world wasn't boasting about it. Maybe there was something to her. He could tell by the look in her eye, she was genuine. As genuine as you can get in a first meeting anyway. She looked around the study.

"You have a beautiful library, by the way."

He laughed, amused. He wasn't used to many people calling anything in his house beautiful.

"Not quite the word I'd use." It was so dusty. Books and papers piled everywhere.

Hermione smiled apologetically.

"I just...I have a certain fondness for research. I love books."

Bobby could tell by the way her face lit up, she actually liked looking all this stuff up. It wasn't a chore to her. According to Hagrid, the girl was a genius. She reminded him of someone he knew rather well.

"Well, that's good. You'll need it. You know, if it was anyone else-I'd tell you to go back to that desk job, but I figure you can try it out-see if it fits and then decide." In the letter, it said she'd been helping her best friend fight evil since she was twelve. She didn't need the dedication, take this serious speech. She knew.

"I've been busying researching for these brothers I know. Sam and Dean Winchester. There's a ghost that's been giving them some trouble. You interested?"

Hermione was very glad that Hagrid had talked to him. It made things easier. She didn't need to tell her story and convince him she wasn't lying. Things were working smoother than she had though, so far. But she wasn't going to get her hopes up, just yet.

"Er, yeah. Sure. Do you know where they are?" Hermione asked. She had taken a plane over and got to read up some on the lore here. It was completely different, something she'd have to get used to.

"Yeah. Michigan. Now, in the States, witches are involved with demons and do real nasty, dirty stuff. We're not too fond of 'em. I didn't know that good witches and wizards even existed before Hagrid told me. So the boys aren't gonna like you or trust you right away. Just have them call me after you arrive. I'll explain." Bobby told her.

Her eyes widened. She didn't think the Dark Arts could get worse than Horcruxes. But demons? She didn't what to know how much more horrible Voldemort could have been if he sold his soul to a demon.

"Well, we're rather good at hiding ourselves. I checked into it, there are witches and wizards here that are like me but they disguise themselves rather well. Apparently, they know all about you and your friends. Winchesters, was it? Like the rifle? Since you know so much already, they won't get me in trouble for using my magic around you. Thank you, Mr. Singer."

Bobby liked how thorough she was. It seemed like she didn't leave anything out. Maybe she could be a hunter after all...maybe.

"Call me Bobby. Mr. Singer makes me feel really old. Here's where the boys are stayin'. How do you plan on gettin' there?" He could give her one of the cars in the yard.

"Well, thank you..Bobby. I know it's not easy trusting new people. But I really just want to help. I'll use Apparation. It's how most magical people get around. You visualize the place you want to go and you're there." Hermione explained. At least she didn't expect this to be smooth sailing, hunters rarely trusted anyone. But Bobby couldn't help but like her. There was just something about her.

"Wow. Must be nice." He handed her a scrap of paper.

"Here's my number if you run into trouble. I'm assuming you got a phone?"

Hermione nodded. She took the number and handed him hers.

"Yes, I got one for here right before I came, my mum had been bothering me about not being able to use owls-the Wizard way of communicating. My parents are muggles-non magical. I'm pretty good at balancing both."

"Seems like it. Well, you better get going. It's already pretty late. Like I said have 'em call me when you get there. They'll probably put you through the same tests I did, just to be sure. Good luck." Bobby didn't know how well this was gonna go over but he trusted Hagrid. And if Hagrid trusted her, he could at least give her a shot.