Hermione's Hounds:

1. Hermione's Hounds
2. Master of Death
3. Soul Marked
4. Abandon All Hope
5. The Devil You Know
6. My Heart Will Go On
7. Ursula
8. Drinking at Bobby's
9. Survival of the Fittest
10. Mistress of Death
11. Queen of Hell
12. Casifer

The vivacious redhead proved incredibly difficult to isolate. Each attempt Crowley found himself blocked by freckled faced gingers or hypervigilant war heroes; both of which he was keen to avoid. The demon ultimately spent months following the witch before successfully cornering her.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" Ginny demanded threatening him with her wand. Crowley lazily raised his hands unsurprised by her reaction.

"A friend. Call me Crowley," he answered with a smile. "Fancied a chat regarding your fiance."

"I don't have…" Ginny's voice faltered as she stared at him. "We haven't even told my parents."

"Congratulations," Crowley said glossing over the witch's shock. Ginny managed a barely audible thank you.

"What do you want with Harry?" Ginny asked warily.

"I'd like him to abdicate his position as Master of Death," Crowley said straightforwardly. "I've a more favorable candidate in mind, but Boy Wonder has to willingly give up the role."

"Are you pissed?" Ginny asked him. "Master of Death...as in the Deathly Hallows? You're claiming Harry's living out a children's story?"

"Myths often are based in truth, however, obscure they become," Crowley answered ignoring her assumption of his drinking habits. "Death sought retribution from the Peverells and handed them the means to achieve it. His lack of foresight created his own undoing. Despite the Hallows passing hands since their creation, no one ever possessed all three until Potter used them to defeat your despot."

"What does it matter?" Ginny asked suddenly. "Why do you care if Harry's supposedly the Master of Death?"

"Because as I said earlier, I have a better candidate, and you don't want to deal with the consequences of the role."

"What consequences?" Ginny asked warily.

"Eternal longevity, among others. Any Master of Death would have to exist as long as Death does."

"Harry isn't immortal," Ginny scoffed, rolling her eyes at Crowley. "Your raving. I've grown up all my life hearing this story. It's a fairy tale parents tell their children. It isn't real!"

"Says the girl once possessed by a diary," Crowley retorted. The air around them crackled with Ginny's magic as she seethed. "You claim Boy Wonder tells you everything, but you've never admitted the pain you felt when the Dark Lord bit it. Nor have you shared with anyone that deep within the recesses of your mind, you wanted him to win and reclaim you."

Her magic ignited, and Crowley deftly sidestepped the violent torrent of Ginny's raw anger.

"Feel better?" Crowley asked, tossing her a scroll. "Believe me, don't believe me, I don't particularly care. If it's not real, then you have nothing to lose. If I'm right, however, your fairy tale ending will be ruined unless you hand Potter that scroll. All he has to do is touch it."

He disappeared while she was still staring at the scroll.