Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own or make a profit from Nightwing, Batman, etc… or from Harry Potter.

Pairing: Dick Grayson/Hermione Granger

Spoilers: Up thru No Man's Land, ignores Graduation Day, Wars Games, and the death of Blockbuster. For HP, thru book seven, ignores nineteen years later.

Rating: T

Summary: Hermione has never been one to ignore a challenge, but Officer Grayson may be more of one than she can handle. Meanwhile, Nightwing begins to investigate one of the more dangerous mysteries of Bludhaven. Hermione/Dick Grayson, a DC Comics/Harry Potter crossover

Author's Notes: I know that I have things to do and stories to update, but this idea wouldn't leave me alone until I began to write it. Please keep in mind that one of the challenges of writing a crossover of this nature is that the Wizarding world in the Harry Potter books is implied to be much larger than what the magical population of the DC version of Earth seems to be. Also, all those of you who love Barbara Gordon, I like her, I really do, but I'm not sure that I'd ever be able to write her in a relationship with Dick for reasons to numerous to mention. Now, for those of you who question the idea of Dick in a relationship with Hermione… just think about the personalities of Kory and Barbara.


Chapter 1

"Grayson, how much can I put you in for?" asked McDougal.

Connor McDougal was a good enough sort, as far as Bludhaven police officers went. He was relatively competent and mostly followed the law. Although he seemed to spend more of his time running the station's betting pools than doing his job.

"Starting a new pool?" asked Dick.

"Didn't you hear? We got a call about Granger yesterday. Just assault this time. The idiot attacked her on the middle of a Seven Eleven."

"What are you talking about?"

McDougal blinked, then stared at Dick as if he were an idiot. His eyes then widened in realization. "You missed last time, didn't you?"

"Missed what?" What on earth was McDougal talking about?

"Right. Every couple of weeks, we get a call in about a crime which involves this English chick, Granger. She's always either the victim or a witness to the crime. Far as we can tell, she's either pissed off somebody dangerous or she's got the worst luck in the world."

"Somebody local?"

"Nah," McDougal shook his head. "So, you want in? You can bet on when the next crime will be, what it'll be, and/or how Granger will be involved."


The inn was little more than a hole in the wall. There was no sign to tell possible patrons of its existence and numerous wards which gently suggested that normal humans find someplace else for a bite to eat and a cool drink or a room upstairs while protecting it from the notice of those who would mean its patrons harm.

Though the inn served as the local pub for the enclave, it was also a place to spend time with others of their kind without much worry about revealing themselves to those of a more mundane persuasion. At any time, one might here conversations in languages from Spanish to Farsi to Cantonese, though English was for all intents and purposes the official language of the patrons.

It was a small community, no more than three hundred strong at any one time, with two hundred thirty full time residents a hundred fifty part time or seasonal residents. They did not live in any one neighborhood but rather, all over the city of Bludhaven. Few worked in the traditional pursuits of their kind, fewer still catered exclusively to the community as the Clearwater Inn did.

It was a community of exiles, refugees, expatriates, and criminals who shared few things in common. They were no longer welcome in their country of origin for reasons ranging from going against cultural norms to being exiled to the probability that that they would be executed should they return, and they were all either magical in nature, or related in some way to somebody of magical origin be it by marriage or blood.

There were numerous magical enclaves in the world. Most, such as the Wizarding were quite insular in nature. Others, like the community known simply as the Bludhaven Magical Enclave did their best to blend in with the mundane city and people surrounding them.

Though the enclave did prefer to blend in, there were some things which could not be brought to the non-magical government. The enclave was run by the Council, which consisted of nine people elected every nine years. One Council seat was up for election each year in a rotating schedule meant to keep the council stable. The Council itself served as the court system as well.

Though all children were expected to attend non-magical schools, during the weekends, the enclave ran a school which taught them magical and non-magical subjects the people felt the children should know. A little over two dozen magic users taught the children, though only four were full time teachers paid for their work. The rest were volunteers who taught more specific classes and skills.

The enclave also had its own law enforcement run by a sheriff. The sheriff was appointed by the Council, though he or she picked the deputies. Though the members of the enclave were expected to be able to deal with crimes committed against them themselves, there any number of things for the Sheriff to do.

In the aftermath of the second war with Voldemort, quite a few of the Wizarding from the British Isles had chosen to leave. Most joined Wizarding enclaves more sympathetic to their views on blood superiority. Some, such as the five at a small table in the Clearwater Inn and two behind the bar had left because of their disillusionment with their former community.

Penelope Clearwater-Weasley, proprietor of the Clearwater Inn had left shortly after the Muggle-born Registration Commission was formed. Percy Weasley had waited until after the Battle of Hogwarts to join his fiancé, choosing to do what little he could to protect other Muggle-borns during the war. It had not become apparent until several months after the Battle of Hogwarts that many of the Muggle-borns and Half-bloods that had survived encounters with the Commission owed their lives to Percy.

Dean Thomas had left after the war, most assumed because of the year he'd spent avoiding snatchers and the like. Hermione was of the opinion that though that may have contributed to his leaving, Luna Thomas nee Lovegood was the true reason. Luna had never quite been the same after all that had happened and being around almost daily reminders had certainly not helped. Luna was now studying to be a veterinarian while Dean worked as an art teacher at a local high school.

Neville Longbottom had joined the enclave several months before, bringing his wife, Hannah with him. Neither had mentioned their reasons for joining and nobody had been asked. Neville had quickly been appointed Sheriff by the Council. Among the other former citizens of the British Wizarding enclave, common theory was that he'd been exposed to something during his time as an Auror that was by his standards unforgiveable. His parents had been moved to a local non-magical mental institution that actually seemed to be of more help to them than Saint Mungo's ever was.

As for Hermione Granger… she had not chosen the Bludhaven Magical Enclave, the Council had invited her to join. Though Herrmione was sure that after her trial and subsequent exile, the only reason she'd been invited to join the enclave was Percy's position on the Council.

Hermione knew the only reason that the Wizengamot had sentenced her to exile from the British Isles for both her and any descendents she might have because she counted both Harry Potter and Kingsley Shacklebolt among her friends. Perhaps she'd been a bit foolhardy to both the old magics after going back to Hogwarts to finish up her seventh year at Hogwarts, but she did not feel that the Wizengamot had any reason to hold her knowledge of sorcery against her.

Jacob and Elena Granger had known from the beginning that Hermione had been homo magi rather than homo sapien. Long before she'd received her Hogwarts invitation, Jacob had arranged for her to be tutored in magic-more specifically, sorcery. Professor Dumbledore had come himself to tell the Grangers about Hogwarts. It would not be until months later that Hermione had realized how unusual it was for the headmaster to do the recruiting and even longer for her to understand what Dumbledore had really meant when he'd warned her not to mention her knowledge of sorcery and experience with magic because it would make the other students jealous.

The European Wizarding held sorcerers in such contempt that even Voldemort's hatred of Dumbledore and Harry seemed quite mild in comparison with few exceptions. One such exception was the Bludhaven Magical Enclave, which contained not just Wizarding members, but ones trained in different branches of magic as well. The exact reasoning for the hatred the Wizarding possessed for other branches of magic was unclear, but seemed to be connected to the magic wars which had been started by the Roman conquest. However, the old magics, the ones native to the British Isles were outlawed. To learn any of their spells was almost an automatic death sentence.

Though Hermione had only been exiled, the Wizengamot and a number of other groups still wanted to see her dead. As a result, more assassins than she cared to think about had attempted to kill her. Hermione might not have been all that good in a fight, but few could beat her knowledge of magic. Hermione worked as an independent spellcrafter, creating new spells for a price. Much of her free time was spent creating new spells that combined several branches of magic. Many of these spells were put to work protecting herself and her apartment, but more of them were filed away, waiting for the book she fully intended to write… eventually. Dean had once jokingly commented that Hermione was trying to create her own branch of magic. Luna and Hermione were the only ones not to laugh at the joke.

"I heard about yesterday. That's what, the third this year?" said Penelope, setting out the food and drinks which had been ordered.

"Fourth," sighed Hermione. "I don't know where they keep getting them from."

"Who was it this time?" asked Hannah.

"An Unspeakable. I bound his powers and gave him to the cops."

Neville shook his head. "I don't know why you don't just strip them of their powers. Bindings can be undone."

Hermione shrugged. "But not until they get out of prison. You know I only bind the less dangerous ones."

"It's not like they don't deserve it. Maybe living as a muggle for a couple months will help them." Dean shrugged. "And Hermione does strip the more dangerous ones of their powers."

"Oh, Professor Medhat wanted me to thank you for the new lab rats." Luna gave her a dreamy smile. "They seem to be doing quite well with their more natural kin."

"I'd forgotten how vicious you could be," said Penelope.

"Well they shouldn't have threatened my family." Hermione quickly changed the subject. "You'll never believe what I've been contracted to create." Once sure she had their attention she continued. "A new ward for Salem school of Witchcraft to keep metahumans out..."


It was all Dick could do not to leave his shift early. It seemed McDougal had been kind when describing Ms. Granger and her continual run-ins with criminals.

She was a former British citizen, now an American citizen, who had lived in the country for just over two years. During that time, the police had been called no less than eleven times to deal with burglars in her apartment, though it seemed to have tapered off quite a bit. During her first six months in Bludhaven, there'd been no less than seven break-ins. Ms. Granger had been publically assaulted thirteen times and the witness to eight crimes ranging from robbery to kidnapping.

The majority of the people arrested had spent quite a bit of time ranting about magic. More specifically, that Ms. Granger had stolen their magic.

This certain bore some looking in to.


The man was huddled in a corner of the small cell. He flinched at the slightest noise from his sleeping cellmate. Dick hadn't been sure what to expect, but this was not it.

Dressed as Nightwing, Dick had snuck into Blackgate to speak to one of the people who'd assaulted Ms. Granger. Though there were several minutes of missing time on the security video and no witnesses, the jury had had no problem convicting Theodore Nott of attempted homicide and assault with a deadly weapon with the evidence there was.

What little video there was and the injuries documented by the police and Ms. Granger's doctor had been horrific. Dick couldn't help but wonder what had happened during that missing time-not that it was something he truly wanted to know. Nott should have gotten much worse. It was obvious from the medical records that he'd tortured Ms. Granger.

"W-who's there?" demanded Nott, unable to keep the tremor from his voice.


Dick paused mid gulp, then quickly put down the liter of beer before it spilled all over himself. He glanced around, and then quickly looked at his beer upon noticing the strange looks he was being given by the other patrons of the bar and the bartender.

What the hell? He didn't remember going to the bar. Or any other bar that night.

How had he ended up here? The last thing he remembered was having dinner then heading out on patrol. One panicked glance was enough to confirm that he was in civilian clothing, not his Nightwing uniform.

Dick stood, almost knocking the table over and walked out of the bar. Spotting his motorcycle, Dick dug around his pockets for his keys. He didn't care how drunk he might be, he just wanted to get back to his apartment and figure out what had happened.

A quick look around his apartment had revealed his uniform in the middle of his bedroom. Now even more concerned, Dick pulled up the security video from earlier that night.

Dick's eyes narrowed as he watched himself sneak into his apartment, change into civilian clothing, then walk right back out. There'd been no care taken to keep his identity secret. His movements had seemed almost like those of a sleepwalker or of somebody in a trance.

At that thought, Dick went through the security video again. A trance of some sort could explain it. Though how had he ended up in a trance? And why had he woken in a bar all the way across Bludhaven? Not that he was even sure that was what had happened.

Dick picked up his uniform and went to put it back in Dr. Fledermaus's apartment. Once the uniform was put away, he set about trying to figure out where he'd intended to patrol. He remembered deciding to take a detour from his patrol schedule, but couldn't remember what detour he'd intended to take.

He paused at the sight of a file. It was labeled with the name Hermione Granger.

That was it! That was what he'd intended to do. He'd wanted to take a look at Ms. Granger's apartment.

It was not because of any one thing that he'd found in her records, but rather the build up of things. Not only were there suspicious gaps in her records, but a bit of digging had revealed that she had not chosen to leave England, she'd been exiled. Though Dick had not been able to find the reason for her exile.

Judging by the number of attacks and break-ins, along with the evidence he'd been able to find and the interviews he'd had with several of her attackers, somebody wanted Ms. Granger dead. It wasn't clear why they wanted her dead, although it seemed to be either because of what she was-whatever that meant-or something she'd done.


Dick blinked. This was becoming familiar, though he wasn't sure exactly why this particular bar was familiar to him.

It was not until several hours later that Dick realized exactly why the bar had been familiar.