A/N: So a little Supernatural flavor to the my Harry Potter fanfiction. This will be set in the normal Harry Potter timeline (6th year 1996) so Sam and Dean will not be featured in this. Expect some Crowley though.

Disclaimer: I own neither Supernatural, nor Harry Potter. I make no money writing this. J.K. rowling owns Harry Potter and Warner Brothers owns Supernatural.

Prologue: Part 1

Crowley was in a word, pissed. He was pacing in front of several of his underlings, face drawn tight.

"So, walk me through this again. Somehow, you" He pointed to the demon on the far end of the line. "Managed to lose the soul of one Tom Riddle, who if you recall correctly, which I am sure you do, was a personal project of Lilith and myself" The demon gulped at the reminder of this failure.

"And you two" he turned his attention to another pair of demons "Thought it wise to hide this fact from me" Crowley paused glancing over the disappointments.

"I believe that your exact words, not one month ago were, 'The project is right on schedule, no need to worry Sir' or am I mistaken?" both demons shook their head.

"It took me going and reading a freaking PAPER to find out that this soul was loose" Crowley's composure was rapidly cracking.

"Now" Crowley continued after taking a deep breath to compose himself. "Redd, I want you to track down this Tom Riddle and bring him back to me, where I will personally deliver his sorry, slimy, filth ridden arse to Alastair, where he will help keep those three company" Crowley gestured to the three offending demons, sending them flying back and away with a telekinetic shove. Redd nodded politely before heading out to do his job.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Crowley asked the demons still assembled before him. "Either go help Redd, or get back to work" They all dispersed quickly at that, none wanting to get on the bad side of their boss.

"Rachel" Crowley said, stoppig one of the leaving demons. The demon stopped, turned around and approached Crowley, giving him a formal curtesy. It was just the two of them in the room now, all others had filtered out by now.

"Sir" She said respectfully.

"Now, I know that you're" Crowley paused searching for the right word, "upset" he finally settled upon. "That you weren't chosen for this mission, despite what you believe are better credentials" the other demon did not deny this statement, acknowledging it as true.

"And to be quite honest, you're right. You are better qualified to this, but I feel Redd has" again Crowley paused.

"Potential. So consider this a test for him. Now I have another, probably more important task for you" The other demon inclined her head.

"What do you ask of me sir?"

"I want you to find out how he did it, and make sure it never happens again. Understand?" Crowley deliberately did not mention who, and a slight hiss of anger came through when Crowley indicated the source of his consternation. Rachel nodded her head at that.

"Good, and if it so happens that you just so happen come across the bastard while looking into this matter, well I don't think anyone really cares how he gets back here, understand?"

Rachel nodded, her mission came first but she was free to take an opportunity if it arose.

"Now, if you don't mind I have a mountain for reports to read through, which is what I was planning on doing before all this happened" Rachel just nodded again, before bowing and turning to leave.

Prologue: Part 2

"Rose? Hermione? Are you there? I, I'm stuck I need help! Anyone?" Hermione froze as she heard her Dad's voice off in the woods to her right. She took a breath, steadying her nerves and took off running towards the sound. Behind her, her mother swore, trying to grab her before she went too far.

This was supposed to be a nice relaxing camping trip with the family, something Rose Granger, along with Hermione had enjoyed before Hermione started Hogwarts and summers had gotten too hectic. But no Rose's past just had to find them now, after 23 years, it had come back to bite her.

Why did it have to be a Wendigo as well?

Rose pulled out a flare gun she had hidden away in the bottom of her pack, next to the rock salt and holy water, old habits died hard, and Doug, bless his naïve heart, just humored her. Now, those habits might save their lives, if her reflexes were still up to par. At 41 she wasn't as sharp as she was on her last hunt at 18.

She ran after her daughter, trying to keep pace with her, but slowly Hermione pulled just a bit further away.

"Hermione" She yelled. "Stop, it's a trap" Thankfully Hermione skidded to a stop, turning around.

"What?" She asked, looking around. It was then that the Wendigo struck. Hermione felt rather than heard the incoming swipe. She ducked, the monster's razor sharp claws missing her by mere millimeters. At first glance Hermione thought her attacker was Voldemort, until she started processing. The monster stood way taller than Voldemort's still imposing two meter height. But they shared the same pale, emancipated frame.

"Diffindo" Hermione wasn't worried about underage magic owls coming, she was fighting for her life. The monster just shrugged off the cutting charm, taking another swipe at Hermione.

"Bombarda" again the monster shrugged of the spell, it dodged the whistling flare from Rose.

"Fire Hermione, that's its weakness" Rose yelled, frantically reloading the flare gun. The Wendigo started to pull back, knowing that this fight was not going it's way anymore.

Another flare flew past it, it moved out of the way slightly, trying to dance around both the flare and Hermione's conjured fire. The flare missed. Hermione's didn't.

It was just the right leg of the creature, but it was enough. With an anguished howl, the beast burst into flames.

Hermione was breathing heavily, adrenalin still flooding through her system. She looked at her mum, the kind, gentle dentist was gone, replaced by something darker, meaner.

Her mum let out a deep breath, some of the caring dentist and mother resurfacing, but not all the way.

"Let's go find your Dad, I think we need to have a talk, one which I hoped never to have"

They eventually found Doug Granger, but by that time it was too late. The Wendigo had got him pretty good when he was captured, not two hours before. His body was still warm when they found him.

Rose slammed her fist against the stone wall of the cavern they found him in, tears welling up in her eyes. In some ways this was worse than the loss of her parents, at least they knew and accepted the risks inherent with their line of work. Doug, Doug was just your typical run of the mill dentist. He helped her land on her feet in a new, unfamiliar country when she was still reeling from the loss of her parents. He helped her move on, and become a functioning member of society again. It was a miracle that she had made it through dental school, and without his help she never would have gotten close.

She gently, almost reverently picked up her husband's body. "Come on honey, I, I think it's time for us to go home" there were tears in her eyes, and she nearly didn't complete her sentence. Hermione just nodded, leading the way and clearing a path for her mum. She was wondering if this was how Harry felt sometimes, or if the words of Tennyson held true.

"Tis better to have loved and lost. Than never to have loved at all"