And onto a beach far on the South-western Welsh coastline.

Immediately, Ron was once again on his feet, this time trying to get to Hermione who still lay there prone and unconscious. Anna was panting as if she'd run a marathon as she crouched over Hemione, her eyes glowing as her hand lay on the girl's forehead, while Harry was staring at the house they'd landed near and the little Elf just lay there, looking exhausted and relieved to be away from his former master's house.

What seemed like an eternity later and Anna was sitting back, Hermione stirring softly and any cuts and bruises just… gone. As if they were never there. A soft gentle smile on Anna's face told them that this was what she had intended to happen as she moved on to Harry and touched the back of his neck, clearing away the scars on his body as he looked behind at her and over to Ron who watched almost awestruck at her. A nod when the hand was taken away and Harry was getting onto his feet when he realised that the residents were exiting the house and rushing towards them.

"Dobby, where are we? Is this Shell Cottage?" He asked, looking back and past the red-haired woman as she moved back, over to the House Elf as he nodded in confirmation.

"Yes, Harry Potter, sir." Came the squeak, "Dobby was a good elf and brought you to Shell Cottage."

The House Elf looked at Anna as she smiled down at him and beamed proudly, almost looking like he was glowing as he sat up, flappy ears moving with the sea breeze that came with the seaside hill. A dove flew past the travellers as the figure emerged into an elder version of Ron himself, the only difference being the prominent scar that appeared as he got closer. Ron seemed relieved as he went to greet the man, taking Hermione with him. Harry and Dobby started to approach but stopped as Anna stayed back, watching the man warily as he looked over and waved as Harry started walking again and was pulled into the man's arms.

Anna seemed to resign to the fact that she's be questioned as she stared walking over, something that caught the man's attention and pulled the trio behind him as a wand appeared and aimed straight at her. A red streak of light was headed her way a minute later and would have hit her straight on the chest if she hadn't dodged it then held her hands up in surrender.

"Don't shoot. I'm on your side." Anna called over as she stopped a couple of meters away, Dobby behind her. She made sure that they could hear her accent as the man blinked, kept the wand pointed at her but looked behind to Harry as he nodded.

"She's from America, Bill." He told the man, now named 'Bill', as he waved Anna over, "Anna doesn't like the Death Eaters any more than you do."

"She also needs to tell us why the Snatchers reacted to the name Winchester the way they did." Ron clarified, Anna rolling her eyes as Bill looked her way as she stood tall.

"Winchester?" Bill asked, eyes set on the woman as she folded her arms. His wand seemed to drop slightly as a quick nod confirmed this.

"Sam Winchester actually." Ron reminded them, Harry nodding with him, "But why that name? You told us a tale."

"No, I told you a true story, Ron." Anna told the wizard, stepping forward. A sense of truth came from the woman in the way that she held herself that even Bill had to look conflicted as Anna added, "Sam and Dean Winchester are Hunters and they are the same Sam and Dean, Harry and Hermione met in South Dakota."

Silence met them all as Anna revealed this before Bill put the wand away and sighed before he was beckoning them all to follow him, Dobby and Griphook included when the goblin had caught up to them all. Harry, Hermione and Ron all followed him happily indicating they did know him well and he was trusted. Anna soon followed but she didn't get more than two steps before her cell phone rang with a message, causing her to pause and pull it out of her pocket, the creatures beside her looking curious as she smiled suddenly and typed out a message before it was disappearing into her pocket again as she started walking once more.

"What's the matter, Anna?" Harry asked once she'd caught up to them. She looked determined as she pulled him away from the others and down to the sealine. She stopped just where the ocean broke on the sand and turned to face him.

"Sam and Dean are coming to England." She told him, "They wanna meet up."

Harry couldn't believe that. Two men, who he and Hermione had only met a few weeks ago and all three had just found out were Hunters of the Supernatural World, were coming to England and wanted to meet them.

"Any particular reason why?"

"They didn't exactly say. Something to do with bones and a demonic deal." Anna told him, "I think they're wanting to help, otherwise they wouldn't send this."

She held out her cell phone for the wizard to take and look at. And take it he did. Looking through the messages on the screen, Harry saw that she'd kept in contact with both Sam and Dean, telling them what Harry had told her, keeping them in the loop so to say. The latest message did indeed say that both men were coming to England, in search of the bones of someone named Crowley.

We'll most likely be there a few weeks while we search for Crowley's bones, Anna. The message read, Maybe when we've sorted Bobby's Deal out, we can meet and catch up, if you don't mind Castiel joining us. I'd like to hear more from Harry about these Horcrux things, they sound like our sort of thing. The person they're running from sounds like Alastair, only nastier and more human.

Harry wanted to ask who Alastair was as he handed the phone back and sighed. He did trust that Anna was helping them, and through her, Sam and Dean Winchester, along with Bobby, but it sounded as though they were having problems back in America. Names were being thrown around all over the place in the text messages and he was surprised that she was able to get service wherever they stayed.

"If you want to meet with them, that's your decision. I'm not going to force you do anything, Harry."

"Just one question, Anna." He spoke up, handing the phone back, which she closed and put back into her pocket with a questioning, patient look on her face. A nod told him he could carry on with what he had to say, "Just what is going on over there? Names are being mentioned in those messages, I mean, Lucifer? And Michael? And also this Crowley person?"

Anna shook her head, not saying anything before she was guiding Harry back through the wards, up to and into the house where Bill Weasley was waiting for them both.

Days later

Harry, Ron and Hermione seemed to settle in with Ron's brother, healing themselves while resting for what seemed to be the first time in months. Anna, in the other hand, had noticed the slight glares aimed at her from Bill and his French wife, Fleur. Though she tried to reassure them both that she really was not a Death Eater or a hunter, it didn't seem to have worked for them as they always stopped talking about the 'Order' whenever she entered a room.

Feeling dejected, she took to walking around the beach, stretching her wings whenever she was outside and enjoying the sea breeze and slightly salty air on her skin as she wondered when the Winchesters were going to get in touch with her. She also kept an eye on the air, for signs of the Apocalypse coming to England, either in the form of a Key or the Archangels Michael and Lucifer coming.

The third day she was out in the open, this time with Hermione walking with her, feathered wings sounded behind them both and Anna felt the presence of Grace, causing Hermione to swear in surprise as they turned to find a couple of men stood in the sea. Looking to be in his mid-thirties, the first man wore a suit that seemed to hang off his body and a beige trench coat, along with a stern expression as he walked toward the two women. The man beside him was tall and looking slightly sick from appearing so quickly but his smile was blinding when he saw Anna stood there, looking shocked.

"We need to talk, Anna."

We all know these guys. It's not Supernatural without either of them, even if I didn't describe the second one very well.

I do actually have a plan for one of the Horcruxes because there's no way that they would all be in England for sixty years, especially one's as important to the Wizarding World as the Founder's objects. They'd most likely end up in a Wizarding museum on loan.

Anyway, I am really sorry I haven't updated. I've been looking for another job (not enough hours there but still love it) and just trying to get college finished. I do know the theory to it all, and I know I can do it, I just need to have that confidence in myself and work on timing. Timing is everything in Hairdressing and I really need to work on it as best I can.

I may have been playing Sims as well. I can't get enough of that game, but I don't build. I've tried and yeah, not my forte.

Also: Guest, I appreciate the warning about this person. And I will keep an eye on things in my story. And while I like the dog breed in question, I am against Doxxing and harassment of all kinds.

BBS

Hermione Jean Burton