Hi! So um, this is a new story that's kind of a sequel to Going down in flames.

Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I am only saying this once, but it stands for ALL chapters, okay? I do not own Harry Potter, OR, Teen wolf. I only own my plot.

Factoid of the day: Wolves LOVE babysitting! Okay, so they might attack a human child, but its common for Wolves to put off hunting in order to look after the Cubs. Isn't that sweet? I think it's sweet.

Enjoy -Raven Mage.

Hermione

Hermione had just gotten to Beacon Hills. She was taking a job as the Music teacher at the local High School. Yeah she was only 21, so what? She had graduated from College -well, Oxford- at 15! She could handle this.

"Dammit!" She cursed as the rain pounded on her windshield, obscuring her vision of the road ahead. She could have used her powers to simply make the rain stop, or make the storm cloud go away, but she was putting a restriction on her power usage. She was getting far too comfortable using them.

She saw her reflection in the windshield. Her hair seemed t have every colour of the rainbow in it this time. It was admittedly, very pretty hair. Her eyes, seemed to have gained a kaleidoscopic effect, as they were continuously changing colour. They held knowledge and an ancient power to them. Her face was pale and heart shaped, and shone with a radiant beauty. There was an effortless grace in her movements, it held an air of danger, she held the presence of someone who, if you bumped into, would apologize for standing in your way, yet you knew could end you in seconds. Someone so deadly, that they didn't even have to prove it.

Yet, despite this, she had a wit as fast and sharp as lightning, and she was not afraid to use it.

She reached into her bag to check her phone, and as she looked up, she saw a pair of glowing blue eyes in the middle of the road. She slammed on the brakes and skidded in a full circle, her Land Rover nearly tipping on it's side as she refrained from taking the life of the whatsit in the middle of the road.

Correction, The whatsit that had been in the middle of the road. It was no longer there.

"That," She thought out loud. "was either my mind finally accepting that I am certifiably insane, or, it looks like I am never going to escape from the supernatural."

Hm. Which sounds like the best option..?

She shook her head. Best not mention the supernatural, lest they come forth.

She pulled up in her new driveway. As she opened the door to her new house, a nice bungalow, with creeping vines giving it a nice homey feeling, she wondered what her first day of being a teacher would be like. Would she get on well with her students? Would they like her? Would she be a good teacher? Would she be able to keep herself from murdering any of them?

Well, I'll know, when I'll know. She thought as she closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

When her alarm clock sounded, she quickly jolted upright, and shot a bolt of lightning at it, eliminating the threat. Oops?

Great. The first day of the rest of her life and she had already destroyed something. It kind of sucked that since she had begun to restrict her powers, they had started to flare whenever she was emotional.

She dressed for school.

When she arrived, a little earlier than need, as her first class started second period, she realized that she was going to need some help getting all her stuff out of her car. As she wondered down the halls, she heard laughter and shouting coming from a classroom.

That sounds like fun...

She began to head towards the source of the noise. When she arrived at the door, she silently opened it and stuck her head round it. "Hi." She stated, making the class go silent. The teacher was crouching on the floor, a broken mug in his hand displaying on of the student with his thumps up and stating that he was the number one Coach. "Can I borrow a pair of students?" She requested, ignoring the blatant staring as she offered a winning smile, displaying her sparkling white teeth.

The Coach nodded his head, attraction shining in his eyes.

"Hm..." She looked through the entire class, before deciding on the boy on the Coaches mug and a tan boy, with a face reminiscent of that of a puppy."...you and you please." She stated, pointing at them, as they rose from their seats and wordlessly followed her into the hallway. "I need some help getting my things out of my car." She told them as they arrived at their destination, before popping the trunk. "What are your names?" She asked them as she lifted the heaviest box into her arms, the two boys following her example.

"I'm Scott." The boy with the puppy face told her. "And this is my best fried Stiles." He finished, pointing to his, slightly strange looking, but nonetheless attractive friend. He waved at her with his one free hand.

"My name's Hermione." She introduced herself. "I'm your new music teacher." She beamed at them, fairly aware that when she did the sun seemed to shin just a little bit brighter. Stupid out of control powers.

As they arrived at her new classroom, she put her boxes down and checked her pockets for her keys. "Dammit!" She growled, startling the boys as she discovered that she was missing her keys. "Oh well." She sighed as she braced herself and kicked the locked door. It was about five inches thick and buckled slightly under her strength. Scott and Stiles were staring at her with wide eyes. She kicked again and the door shuddered in response.

Good door.

She watched in satisfaction as the door slammed open, revealing the music room. "Okay then. Let's get started shall we?" She proposed as she entered the room, the two boys following her cautiously behind.

It was half an hour before one of the boys dared to talk to her.

"So um, you're British?" Stiles asked her, seemingly fishing for information.

"Yep."

"So uh, why'd you come here?"

She thought about it for a moment. "Because I like America." She decided. It was a half-truth really, one of her previous brothers, Rick O'Connell had been American. "Plus, the extra warmth never hurt."

"How old are you?" He asked her.

Thin ice. Proceed with extreme caution.

She put down the box she was unpacking as turned around to face him, hands on her hips. "Did anyone ever tell you that it wasn't polite to ask a lady how old she is?" She questioned with one eyebrow raised.

He immediately flushed a cherry red, and began to attempt to stutter out an excuse.

She raised her hand, making him go quiet again. "Hey it's okay, don't stress yourself out." She told him with a roll of her eyes. "I'm twenty-one."

"You're only twenty-one?!" Scott, the puppy boy, blurted out. "What college did you go to?"

She contemplated lying to them, before deciding that it probably wouldn't help if she did. "Oxford." She shrugged her shoulders.

Both their jaws dropped.

"You mean to say," Stiles asked her. "that you went to the most prestigious college in the world, but you decided to come here and be a teacher?!" He punctuated his disbelief with a wave of his arms.

"Aha." She liked 'Aha', it was a very non-committal word.

He opened his mouth again.

"Should you really be talking to a teacher like this?" She asked him, watching bemused as his mouth snapped shut. "Never mind, why don't you go back to class?"

She could see in their faces that they knew it wasn't a question.

Classes had been fun, she decided as she walked down the hallway. She saw what looked like a couple having a snog ad attempting to get into the Coaches office. She snuck up on them as they opened the door as quickly staggered inside.

"Not that this isn't amusing," She began as they sprung apart and imitated deers caught in headlights. "but this is still school property, so if you're going to do what I think you are, please leave campus." She watched, bemused as they scurried off to finish what they started. "Poor Coach..." she trailed off as she walked into his destroyed office.

Well, I guess I could give him a bit of a birthday gift...

She closed the door behind her, and took a deep breath as she raised her hand and began to use her magic (she had decided that she could use her magic for other peoples benefit) to silently shift the furniture around the room, while simultaneously cleaning everything 'till it shined.

Thank God for the student who explained what today was all about to me...

Just as she stepped back to admire her handiwork, she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head and then the world went black.

Derek

Derek and Peter had been arguing in the Park almost all day. Scott had told them about the new music teacher at Beacon High. He had also told them how she had kicked the door open when she failed to find her keys to her new classroom. In excruciating detail.

Peter had insisted that they make sure she wasn't a threat.

"For the last time, she probably just works out at a gym or something. She's probably harmless!" He growled out at his Uncle, doing his best to keep himself from tearing his throat out.

"Isn't that the same thing you thought about Jenifer before she went Ape shit and tried to kill us all?" His Uncle smirked.

Derek felt his eyes light up in anger ad watched his Uncle's do the same in retaliation, before a look of alarm marred his Uncles features.

Before Derek could question it however he felt a searing pain in the back of his head and heard his Uncle shouting his name, sounding as if he were underwater, before he passed out.

He dreamed of his Mother. He was standing on the Nematon, and his Mother was speaking to him.

"You need to save her." She was telling him, urgency in her voice.

"Save who?" He asked, confused.

"Save the Balfowd, save her Derek!" She began to back away, keeping her eyes locked on his. "Save her, or the gates of Hell will be thrown open."

He woke up with a start. He was chained to a fence. Again. Next to his uncle Peter. Again. And he was being electrocuted. Again.

He was beginning to see a pattern.

"Nice of you to joins Derek." He heard his Uncle say once the torture stopped. "Have a ice nap?"

"Ah, I see you're awake." He heard a voice say. His eyes narrowed as he saw who it was. It was the crazy dude who had blown up a bus full of Werewolves with a homemade shrapnel grenade. "Looks like we've only got one left. A bit rude of her to fall asleep on us, don't you think?" He said as he gestured to a figure Derek hadn't seen yet. I was obviously that of a young woman. She had her hands tied together above her head, the chord was connected to a beam in the middle of the room.

As he observed his surroundings, a realization crossed his mind. "We're at the power plant!"

In response, his Uncle gave him a look usually reserved for the mentally challenged. "No shit Sher-"

He was cut off as an agonized scream erupted from the body secured in the center of the room.

"Good then. Now the party can begin." Mr Creepy stated with a psychopathic glee found in his voice.

"God Dammit!" The woman shouted as she attempted to wriggle free of her bindings, frustration coating her voice. "Why can't I just catch a break?!" She lifted her head and saw Derek and Peter, smiling at them slightly before glaring at the madman holding them hostage. She quickly looked back at them and beamed. "My name's Hermione by the way."