Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Criminal Minds

WARNING: AU, fem!harry, eventual explicit content, bad language and No Magic.

Chapter 1

Aaron Hotchner was feeling slightly out of place. He had promised Jack that he would come watch his first soccer game today, and he meant to keep that promise. He felt slightly out of place in his suit but he had come straight from work, so it couldn't be helped. Jessica had suggested Jack join an activity after school. She felt it was good for his socialization. He had agreed, as Jack had had a hard time connecting with other children. Now he had been talking about his 'two best friends' since they started practices. He had been invited to stay over next weekend, but he needed to meet the parents first. Once he got their full names, he could have Garcia run a full background check. What? It wasn't paranoia if they are really out to get you!

As he walked towards the field, he noticed a woman in a gray pencil skirt bending over in front of him. She was taking off her shoes before stepping onto the field. She had a truly spectacular ass. She straightened up and continued walking, making him realize that he had stopped in the middle of the parking lot. He shook himself. He wasn't here to perv on the soccer moms. They reached the sidelines at roughly the same time. "Mummy!" "Dad!" Three boys yelled, then ran at them. He heard an "Oomf!" From the woman, as two boys collided with her. Then he had his own human missile to deal with. "Dad! You made it! Did you meet James and Andrew's mom?" Jack asked. "Hey, buddy. I haven't met anyone yet, I just got here." Hotch said, confused. "That is James, Andrew and Hya, their mommy. She helps with snacks and stuff." Jack said, pointing at the lady and the two boys beside him. He turned to face her, seeing her front for the first time. She was gorgeous. She had long, curly dark brown hair, that was currently being held back in a braid. She had an hourglass figure, larger bust with rounded hips and bottom and a small waist. Full lips, high cheekbones, and the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. They were the green of fresh grass, almond shaped and sharp with intelligence. Two identical boys were in front of her. They both had dark, curly hair and green eyes as well.

Hyacinth had been running late due to traffic on the bridge, so she didn't notice the man walking behind her. She was just trying to save her shoes, and get there before the game started. It was impossible to miss him though, when he stood beside her. He was tall, probably 6'2". He had a very masculine presence, very Alpha Male. When she saw Jack run up to him, she knew he was Agent Hotchner. The other moms were not above gossip, so she knew all about the ex Mrs. Hotchner's murder. She thought it was a horrible circumstance, and she felt awful for Jack going through that. However, she did not believe it was the Agent's fault. As he turned to meet her, she noticed he had short, black hair, and intense eyes the color of aged whiskey. He was hot. That was the bottom line. "Hello, I am James and Andrew's mom. Hyacinth Potter, it's a pleasure to meet you." She said, her English accent making her even hotter. She reached out her hand to shake, and he took it. "Aaron Hotchner. It's a pleasure to meet you as well." He said. "Panthers, assemble!" Was yelled from the sidelines, and the boys ran to their side. "Good luck!" They both yelled as the boys ran.

"The twins birthday is next Saturday, and they wanted to have Jack over to stay the night. Would that be possible?" Hyacinth asked. "Possibly. I work for the BAU of the FBI. Would you mind if I ran a background check on you and your husband?" He was fishing to see if she was married. He wouldn't normally ask about the check, but if he ever wanted to ask her out, he wanted to be honest. She raised her eyebrow, but nodded. "That's fine. I am not married, though. It will just be me and my housekeeper in the house. Will you be able to get the results by next Saturday? I have one on file at the school for volunteering, if that helps." She said. "Yeah, that's no problem." Hotch said. The whistle blew, and the game started. An older lady approached, and pulled Hyacinth into conversation. Hyacinth walked closer to Hotch, then introduced her. "This is Lisa Winkens, my housekeeper. We call her Winky. Winky, this is Aaron Hotchner. He's Jack's Dad." Hyacinth said. "Nice to meet you sir. Jack's a great boy, you should be proud. I don't mind the check, if it makes you feel better. I put Jack's bag in Miss Hyacinth's car. Don't forget it on your way out." She said, suprising Hotch. She turned to Hyacinth. "The boy's bags are in the trunk, Ma'am. I'll see you tomorrow." She said, then left. "Why did she have Jack's bag?" Hotch asked. Hyacinth looked suprised, and said "Winky has been driving Jack and the boys to practice some days, and I have on others. Jessica asked if we could take him to practices from school. We thought you knew." She said "Jessica usually picks him up after practice, or we drive him home to her. We don't mind at all, Jack is a great kid." Hotch was angry. What had Jessica been thinking? She never even asked him! But that wasn't Hyacinth's fault. He would have to address this with Jessica directly.

The game was actually really funny to watch. The players were all 4 and 5 years old, so no real 'plays' were to be had. One player on the opposite team had actually sat down on the field, trying to take off her cleats! "This is like no game of footy I've ever seen!" Hyacinth said, laughing. Andrew actually scored a goal, causing them to cheer. "James and Andrew seem pretty good." He said. Something about that made her seem sad, and angry. "Must be genetic." She said, sounding slightly bitter. She saw him looking at her for an explanation, but remained quiet. By the end of the game, no one else had scored, so they won the game. "Good shot, Andy! Great passing, Jamie and Jack!" Hya said. "Great job guys!" Hotch said, as he watched her hug her boys and Jack. "Let's go, boys. I seem to remember promising pizza." Hyacinth said. "Mummy, can Jack come? And his Daddy too?" James asked. Hyacinth stole a look at Hotch, and said; "We can ask. Would you boys like to get some pizza with us?" Hyacinth asked. Jack's puppy dog eyes were in full effect, so Hotch agreed. They quickly agreed on the location, and headed to their cars.

Hyacinth stopped at a red Mercedes SUV, and called to him. "Aaron, let me get Jack's bag for you before we forget." She opened the back of the car, and grabbed Jack's duffle bag, and his backpack. "Here you go." She said, then started getting the boys in their booster seats. He noticed a third seat in there that Jack must use. It was exactly the same as the other ones, so he was sure she had bought it. He said thanks, and walked Jack to his car. He couldn't believe Jessica! She knew he didn't want people who are unknown to him keeping Jack. He was sure Hyacinth and Winky were ok, but who else was she letting around Jack? He stewed as he drove to the Pizza Hut. As they got there, they parked next to each other. "Hey. I noticed a third booster seat. Did you purchase that for Jack to use?" He asked. She nodded. "Yes. I know some people don't still use them, but I feel safer that way. Is it ok for Jack to use it?" She said over the boys trying to choose between cheese and pepperoni pizza. "No, that's fine. I still use them also. I just need to reimburse you for it." Hotch said. He felt embarrassed that she had bought one especially for Jack, it didn't sit well with him. "That's not necessary. If you feel obligated, you can pay for the pizza." She said, a stubborn tint to her voice. He wasn't happy about it, but he decided to settle for it. He didn't think she would take his money, otherwise. They ordered a half cheese, half pepperoni for the boys, and a Supreme without green peppers for them.

As they sat down, he watched her deal with the boys, setting them down and pulling wipes out of her bag. She proceeded to wipe all three boys hands, them letting her with no problems. She looked like she was used to doing things by herself. He wondered when she had divorced. She handed the boys some crayons, and turned to him. "So, what information do you need to run the check?" She asked briskly. "Just your full names and birthdays would be plenty." He said. He really only needed their names, but he wasn't going to tell her that. She wrote them down on a post it note, and handed it to him. He glanced at it, then put it in his inside pocket. "Thanks. So, what do you do for work?" Hotch asked curiously. "Oh, I run an advertising agency in DC." She said. "I opened it last year when we moved to the States." She said proudly. "Impressive. How is it going?" Hotch asked. That was seriously amazing. She was only 29. "It's going really well. We've gotten some very large accounts recently, and several small ones. I love it, and since I founded it, I can spend plenty of time with the boys. If I need to take off, I do." Hyacinth said, smiling at him. She was seriously beautiful, Hotch thought. The pizza came, and they ate it.

Hyacinth was very attracted to Aaron. Even though he worked a lot, he clearly loved Jack. She could see it in their every interaction. She could just make out the lean muscles that lined his body through his suit. He was a powerful man, in his job and his body. His presence was seriously sexy, and her body was responding to it. Hotch was having similar problems. They were sitting so close, he could smell the calming scent of her. He was very aware of her presence. Her green silk blouse had popped open a button as she cleaned the boys hands, and he could see the beginings of her cleavage. They talked about various things, enjoying the conversation. The only adult conversation he usually got was at work. They finally finished, and made their way to the cars. They strapped the boys into their seats, after Jack got a hug from Hyacinth. "Call me when the check comes back, and I'll give you the details for next Saturday." She said. "I will. Thank you for being so understanding about it, and carting Jack around." Hotch said. "Don't worry, I understand. We'll see you soon." Hyacinth said, then got in her car. Later, Hotch took the post it back out. Hyacinth Dorea Potter. That was an unusual name. 29 years old, turning 30 in a few months. She had put her phone number, and Winky's number on there too.

The next morning, Hotch stopped Garcia and handed her the post it note. "Garcia, I need you to run a thorough background check on these two women. Both the US and the UK please. Jack was invited for a sleepover, so I need it asap outside of work for cases." Hotch said. "Sure thing, boss man!" Garcia said. Two hours later, there was a knock on his doorframe. "Yes?" Hotch said. "You sure know how to pick'em, Sir." Garcia said, by way of greeting. "What? Did she come back dirty?" Hotch asked, suprised. "Oh, no! They are both clean. I just found some interesting info on Hyacinth Potter from the search engine. I didn't recognize the name at first, but as I started reading the online gossip sights, I remembered. That poor woman." Garcia said, animatedly. "What did you find, Garcia?" Hotch asked, irritated. "Oh it was just awful! Ok, so Potter is one of the richest single women in the UK. She was dating a famous soccer player. They had been dating about a year, when she became pregnant. He dumped her as soon as she told him, then said it probably wasn't his baby." Garcia said, sounding shocked. "She demanded a DNA test after her twins were born, and he tried to deny it, but it was Court ordered. Obviously, he was the father. He offered, right there in Court, to give up all parental rights. She offered him time to reconsider, but he was adamant. He signed them over completely, against counsel, that same day." Garcia finished. Hotch was shocked. How could anyone hand over their children? He had seen many worse things, but it was still horrible. "Did he say why?" He asked. "He said he was too 'young and famous' to be tied down to children, and that he never wanted any. He said if he changed his mind, he 'could get new ones'." Garcia said, angrily. What a prick!

"Thanks, Garcia." He said. "One more thing, Hotch. I thought you might like to know, she was the only survivor of a terrorist attack that killed her parents. She was 15months old. Her father was MI6, and was working to stop a terrorist cell that was plagueing England and Scotland at the time. Their leader, Tom Riddle, was a sadistic man trying to "cleanse the blood" of the UK. He decided to kill the whole Potter family in one go. He was rigging a pipe bomb on a timing device to blow them up when the James, her father, discovered him. He must have yelled at his wife to take Hyacinth and go, because when the bomb went off, they found her Mother Lily's body on top of her." Garcia said sadly. She was wringing her papers in her hands. "The bomb went off early, killing both adult Potters and Riddle. Hyacinth survived with only a deep cut on her forhead, and minor injuries. They called her The Girl Who Lived." Garcia finished, handing him a packet of information. She left the office quietly, shutting the door. What a horrible thing to survive. She could probably really relate to Jack's situation. Hotch thought. He couldn't immediately find the jackasses name who abanded her and the boys in the paper work, so he decided to google her. The first thing on the list was the most viewed photograph. Hotch felt his mouth go dry. Hyacinth lit up the screen wearing a green, string bikini. She was all smooth, sexy curves. There were many photos of this day at the beach, getting her at all angles. The pictures were taken two weeks before she was dumped, so she was already pregnant. There were some photos of a dark haired man with her, playing in the surf. He finally found the name in the description of the photos.

Heiress Hyacinth Potter and footballer Oliver Wood frolic in Aruba!

One thing was for sure, Oliver Wood was an idiot.