This popped into my head the other day. Please let me know what you think. If popular, I'll write more.

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 war wasn't going well. Death Eaters had started taking control of the Ministry, and Hermione figured it was only a matter of time until they controlled Azkaban, the Wizarding Prison. After the Order of Phoenix had obtained a list of names that the Dark Lord wanted freed, Hermione decided that she was running out of time. Leaving headquarters one night, she apparated to an abandoned warehouse she'd found on the edge of London.

Searching throughout the Black Family Library, Hermione had found an ancient ritual, which had fallen out of knowledge. She had cross referenced the target of the ritual only to learn that the Wizarding World had long forgotten the creatures even existed. Upon slipping inside the decrepit building, Hermione leaned down and began drawing a sigel with white paint. It had six circles, each in which Hermione placed a candle, connected to a center diamond. Next to the complicated mark, she had a bowl of mixed herbs, along with her blood. Before she could lose her nerve, Hermione lit a matchstick and dropped it into the bowl.

"Et ad congregandum...eos coram me," Hermione spoke. Briefly, she wondered if the ritual worked as she glanced around.

"Hello love," a man purred from behind her. She was surprised to see how smart he was dressed. "Aren't you lovely."

"Thank you," She said, not expecting him to light up.

" I do love the British, they're always so polite. Unlike those bloody Americans who constantly try to trap you."

"I didn't see the point of antagonizing someone who has the ability to help me," Hermione admitted.

"You are delightful! Now what can old Crowley, King of the Crossroads do for you? You should be aware that the standard contract is for ten years, although that can be adjusted for certain issues."

"I need a hellhound," she answered. "Several actually; who are loyal only to me, as well as detailed instruction for their care." The demon stared at her open mouthed for a moment.

"I beg your pardon?" he finally asked.

"You heard correctly," she affirmed. "I'll also need the ability to see them."

"You must be joking," Crowley said. "Do you realize how much a hound is worth?! Most demons cannot afford them, and you want multiple!"

"Tell me how much they are," Hermione said avoiding an eye roll.

"More than you can afford," Crowley answered. Hermione merely raised an eyebrow. "Most crossroad demons have to save up dozens of souls for a single puppy! We're talking multiple decades, human decades, for a single puppy."

"So how many years would you allow me for this one pup before payment would be due?" Hermione asked as the King of Crossroads continued to monologue on her unreasonable request.

"At most? Two years," Crowley answered obviously humoring her.

"What if the payment is immediate?" Hermione asked, which caused Crowley to freeze, before perking up. He looked at her with suspicion.

"How immediate?"

"Within three days," Hermione answered causing Crowley to practically salivate.

"One soul, paid within three days, for a single hound?" Crowley repeated. "I can do that." He held out a hand, producing a contract out of thin air and sulfur smoke.

"Excellent! I'll take seven," Hermione said. Crowley promptly froze, and the contract vanished.

"I beg your pardon? How exactly do you plan to pay for those seven hounds Ms. Granger?"

"With seven souls," she answered. "Did I not mention we won't be using mine?"

"Clever girl," Crowley said. "Except, souls have to agree to a contract, and humans rarely ever agree to take a trip to hell without compensation."

"Which is why I'll put mine up as collateral," Hermione explained holding a hand up to prevent Crowley from interrupting. "If you cannot secure all seven souls, with no deviance on your part, then you can come get mine in the same time slot. However, if you do collect all seven, you'll get a bonus two. If you stray from the list I give you, in any manner, you lose your souls and I keep the hounds."

"To clarify," Crowley said, "You're offering seven souls to be collected within three days, with a bonus of two extra, for seven hounds, and a safety clause that I get your soul if one of the others says no?"

"Yes," Hermione answered. "After all, you're allowed to obfuscate when discussing these things right?"

"Demon," Crowley answered with a grin. "Alright love, let's seal this with a kiss!"

"Actually, I want a written contract first," Hermione said before grinning at him. "I also want to read it before I sign, and I want my own copy. Then we can seal it with the usual kiss."

Crowley promptly glared at her.

"You're beginning to irritate me," he muttered as he produced the specified contract. Considering the length, Crowley produced two chairs for them to sit on, and glared when Hermione pulled out a pen as she started reading. The witch took her time, ensuring that Crowley hadn't added any clause that would later bite her in the ass, while also weaving her own magic into the parchment.

Her magic would ensure that any violation on Crowley's part would trigger the contract, and eliminate both her and the location of Azkaban from his mind. When she was satisfied, Hermione handed the signed contract back to Crowley.

"I'd say it's been a pleasure, but it's actually been rather tedious," Crowley said with his usual glare. Hermione shrugged as he stepped closer to her. As he leaned into kiss her he added, "Don't look so unimpressed, I promise you'll enjoy it."

He was right.

Crowley was absolutely livid when he appeared to her three days later. Hermione had made sure she was in her parents' unwarded house, and had already erased their memories. They had left for Australia the day before.

"You never said you were a Warlock!" He bellowed upon appearing in her living room.

"You never asked," Hermione responded with a shrug. The demon opened his mouth to continue blustering only to falter. "Did you get your souls?"

"Yes" he answered grumpy. "All nine. A warning about the wraiths would have been nice."

"I didn't want you to be scared off," Hermione said with a shrug. "Besides, you look relatively unscathed."

"I was traumatised!" Crowley declared. "Those things are positively ghastly!"

"I know," Hermione said. "It's awful that they're used to guard a prison. I don't suppose you'd like to import them to Hell?"

"Absolutely not," he answered glaring at her. "Now, before I hand over seven puppies to you, we need to start your education about Hell Hounds."

Crowley pulled a puppy out of thin air, a black furred American Pitbull with red eyes, which Hermione couldn't help, but coo at.

"Stop it," Crowley hissed as the hound puppy started licking his chin. "Their ferocious, not cute."

The Second Wizarding War was over faster than the first. After the Dark Lords had taken over the Ministry of Magic, to the surprise of the Order of Phoenix, many Death Eaters started disappearing. Their demises weren't paid attention to until several attacks on pureblood families ended with the targets' survival. Each account, although different, essentially described, "A dark magic spell shredded the Death Eater before they could finish their attack."

It became far more common after the first two reports. Prominent Death Eaters' magical signature would be prevalent at a crime scene, except their body wouldn't After repeated scenarios, with no further sightings of the alleged terrorists, the Ministry of Magic started taking note. Each surviving family described similar attacks, despite the lack of collaboration, including the detail of an unfamiliar hound baying.

Following the final acquisition of the Death Eaters, Harry glanced over to Hermione.

"So, what did you do?" He asked. She rolled her eyes.

"You're the Chosen One," Hermione answered. "Aren't you responsible?"