Another crossover. These things just won't get out of my head!

SDMI verse, for those of you who know what that is. For those who don't, an explanation is included below.

Hermione Granger considered her options.

Her parent's memories had been wiped, and they were already on their way to Australia. It was time to start preparing for the Horcrux hunt in earnest.

The only problem was that they had no ideas on where to find the horcruxes, or what they were.

What they needed was a deep thinker. Someone who knew what they were doing, who could solve this mystery. Because while the three of them may have solved some mysteries in the past, it was more due to luck and stumbling around than anything else.

No, what they needed was…

Hermione's head snapped up. She knew just who to call.

-0-

"You know, when you said you wanted to test a new brilliant trap design, this wasn't exactly what I had in mind."

Velma's flat stare and voice made even the ever oblivious Fred wince. "Sorry, Velma. I think the… er… ending needs a bit of work."

"You think?"

The girl in question was currently suspended upside down, wrapped in ropes that crisscrossed her body with no rhyme or reason. One arm was tied at her side, while the other was wrenched in an uncomfortable sideways position.

"Better get her out of there, Freddie," Daphne called from where she was reading a fashion magazine. "Before she gets angry. You won't like her when she's angry."

"Oh, hardy-har- AGH!"

Fred had pulled one of the ropes, collapsing the entire bunch and sending Velma crashing to the ground. "Uh… Whoops?"

Velma just glared at him. "I can't believe you can do that in a few seconds, yet it takes you three hours to untangle a few strands of Christmas lights."

"That's completely different!" Fred protested.

"It's really not."

That was when the phone in Velma's pocket rang, cutting off the rest of the no doubt humorous argument.

"Hello, Velma Dinkley of Mystery Incorporated. What ridiculous or impossible creature is attacking your town, and where can we find it?"

"Velma!" came the voice on the other line. "It's Hermione."

Velma blinked as she pushed herself up. "Hermione? Is something up?"

"Well, I heard about your cross-country trip on your way to college, and I happen to be in the states. I was hoping we could meet up at some point. Where are you now?"

"It's er…" Velma temporarily blanked. They had been a lot of places. She covered the mouthpiece and glanced at Fred. "Where are we?"

Fred shrugged and looked to Daphne.

"Southern Illinois," Daphne said without looking up. "Little town in the middle of nowhere called Blackwood Falls."

"Blackwood Falls, Illinois," Velma told Hermione.

"That's mad! I'm only a few minutes away from there myself! Do you want to have dinner?"

"Alright, why not?" Velma agreed. "I can meet you in the middle of town, and we can walk to wherever. I'm pretty sure I can get the name of a good restaurant from my friends."

"That sounds good. I'll see you then."

Velma hung up with a quick, "Bye".

"Who was that?" Fred asked.

"My cousin, from England," Velma explained. "The one I told you guys about, Hermione Granger?"

Daphne looked up from her magazine at that. "The one who…?"

"Yep. I'd keep your phones on. I have a pretty good guess at what she wants."

Daphne frowned as she glanced at Fred. "Maybe we should go out to eat as well."

"Ooh, that sounds like fun!" Fred agreed. "We should see if Velma's cousin wants to come too! I'd love to talk to her about the traps-"

Daphne cleared her throat. "Freddie, darling, that's not really what I meant."

Fred looked lost.

Velma gave her a look that clearly said "He's your boyfriend, you figure it out."

That was the moment the back of the van opened, allowing Shaggy and Scooby in, each with a large armful of food.

"Like, hey guys!" Shaggy greeted. "Scoob and I found this great little diner just down the street!"

"Rat's right!" Scooby agreed, holding up a massive sandwich.

"Sounds good to me," Velma sighed. "Daphne, try and explain to the others what's going on. You may have to use small words."

She pushed past Shaggy and Scooby to stride down the street towards the center of town.

"Like, what's with her?" Shaggy asked.

Scooby shrugged.

"She got a call from her cousin," Daphne said slowly. "Her English cousin."

There was a long pause.

"Ooh, boy," Shaggy sighed. "This isn't gonna be good, is it."

Fred scratched his head. "I don't get it."

Not for the first time, Daphne felt like banging her head against the wall when it came to the sheer obliviousness of her boyfriend.

-0-

Velma waited in the center of the small park that sat in the very middle of town. There was a pretty little fountain with a statue of some person who had probably founded the town or something else important, and she sat on the edge of it as she waited for her cousin.

She scanned the area, looking closely for the slightly younger woman, before she finally noticed a bushy brown head making its way towards her.

Velma's eyes narrowed. "Just a few minutes away my foot," she muttered. There was no way her cousin would be out here without a vehicle of some sort.

Then she plastered on a false smile. "Hermione! Over here!"

"Velma!" Hermione greeted, running to meet her cousin in a tight hug. "It's great to see you! It's been forever!"

"It's great to see you, too!" Velma replied just as cheerfully. "Listen, Shaggy told me about a great diner not too far from here. Is that alright?"

"That sounds just perfect," Hermione assured. "Lead the way."

The two headed for the diner, chatting about whatever inane thing popped up in their heads, without discussing anything of real depth. It wasn't until they had sat down in the diner and gotten their food that Hermione got serious.

"Velma, I have to tell you something important."

"What is it?"

"I… I'm a witch."

There was a long pause. Hermione was clearly waiting for her incredibly logical cousin to protest, but Velma just sat there.

"Okay, you wouldn't be telling me this if something wasn't seriously wrong. What's going on?"

Hermione's mouth fell open. "What… but you… magic?"

Velma snorted. "My, I've known about your magic for longer than you have. Magic runs in families, you know. I'm a first generation witch too, attending the Massachusetts Institute for Magic and Technomancy by a correspondence course, so I can keep up on my scientific studies. I'm two years ahead of you, so I graduated last year."

"But…" Hermione began. "You knew that I was a witch?"

"Not for sure, but I remembered that we used to compare odd occurrences that happened around us. When your parents said that you were attending an elite boarding school in Scotland, I was pretty confident it was Hogwarts. And everyone heard about the craziness you and your friends got into. Everything was confirmed in the papers. Just because Backwards Britain doesn't report on international news doesn't mean that none of the other magical communities do."

Velma leaned forward, pressing her advantage. "Now, why don't you tell me just what is going on over there that you'd seek out your probably muggle cousin to confess your magic to?"

Hermione visibly deflated. "Sometimes I forget that you were smarter than me. But I guess that's why you're the detective, eh?"

"It helps that I am older than you," Velma pointed out dryly.

"I suppose so." Hermione sighed. "I guess you could say that over there, war has broken out. V-Voldemort has all but taken over, and it's only a matter of time. I've sent Mum and Dad to Australia while we try and end it, but… there's a problem."

She sighed again. "My friend Harry is prophesized to defeat him, but first we have to get rid of these things called horcruxes."

Velma's reaction was not something Hermione had expected. She visibly flinched back. "What?! Don't tell me that bastard- Oh dear God, please tell me that wasn't plural."

Hermione nodded slowly. "From what we understand, he was obsessed with the number seven. The problem is that we're not sure what he used to make the things or where he hid them."

Velma actually buried her face in her hands. "So you came to your mystery solving cousin hoping I could point you in the right direction."

"That's right," Hermione agreed. "I have some information about his formative years you could look over-" She was digging in her bag when Velma held up a hand.

"Wait one moment. There's something you need to be aware of."

Hermione glanced up in confusion. "What is it?"

"This."

Velma raised her hand and made a quick motion. Immediately, a table of four across the diner rose, carrying their food, and crossed to where the two sat.

"You may have came wanting my help, but if you want one of us, you get all of us," Velma said firmly.

"That's right," Fred agreed. "We're a team."

"A packaged deal," Daphne echoed.

"We stick together," Shaggy added.

"Uh-huh!" Scooby finished, setting his plate down and sliding in next to Velma. "So, what's going on?"

"Hermione needs our help fighting that magical war in Britain," Velma explained.

"Like, seriously?" Shaggy asked. "Maybe I spoke too soon…"

Velma, Fred, and Daphne all glared at him.

Shaggy sighed. "Scoob, why are we friends with people who constantly drag us into terrifying situations?"

"Because we're idiots?" Scooby suggested.

"Oh. Right."

-0-

"So your entire mystery solving… group is aware of magic?" Hermione asked. "I thought it was illegal to tell people."

"Actually, we've all known about magic pretty much our whole lives," Fred answered. "My parents are both erm… what's the word?"

"Squibs," Velma answered. "That's what they're called in Britain."

Daphne shuddered. "Sounds awful."

"So I grew up hearing stories about magic," Fred concluded.

"Plus, the ex-mayor Jones was a wizard," Shaggy muttered, before wincing at Velma's glare. "I mean, there's a wizard who's the principal at our school who Fred's pretty close to!"

"My family is Wiccan," Daphne put in. "All the females are part of a coven, which is different from your magic, but we're still well aware of the magical world."

"My family's actually from an old pureblood line," Shaggy added. "Though I don't personally have magic. Scooby did, until he was in a magical accident that turned him into a dog."

"Really?" Hermione asked curiously. "That sounds fascinating."

"Of course, none of us knew any of the others knew about magic until a few months ago when Velma snapped at us that she was sick of us all pretending to be clueless when we were chasing down an actual werewolf," Daphne reminisced. "It was actually pretty funny."

"It wasn't that hard to figure out," Velma smirked. "I'd read about the Blake coven, and can put two and two together. I'd seen a few things Fred had that defied the laws of physics. And no normal family names their kid Norville."

"Though she didn't know about Scooby until we told her," Shaggy added cheerfully. "It was one of the few times we've seen her surprised."

"I'll say!" Fred laughed. "The last time I saw her that confused was in the Red Room with the Annunaki!"

"The what?" Hermione asked, confused.

"Not important, just a past case," Velma lied quickly, glaring at Fred, who looked suitably chastised. "Anyways, you said you had information on Voldemort's formative years for us to look at?"

Hermione pulled several thick files from her small beaded bag- files far too large to normally fit.

"This is going to be a tough one," Velma commented, scanning the first few pages. "Gang, what do you say to visiting Britain to try and put an end to this?"

"I think it doesn't really matter what we think, since we'll be going anyways," Shaggy said dryly.

"Reah, witches and wizards are scary," Scooby added with a shudder.

"Oh, come on, guys," Fred protested. "I've always wanted to try trapping magic people! They'd probably get out of an ordinary trap, but maybe if I…" He trailed off into mutters.

"I do love Europe," Daphne mused. "Okay, but only if we get to visit a good shopping center while we're there!"

"I'll give Professor Ellison a call then, and see if he can't defer our acceptance into Miskatonic," Velma decided, pulling out her cell phone. "I'm not sure how long this will take."

"In the meantime, we'll show your cousin our transportation," Daphne suggested. "After all, we can't go without the Mystery Machine."

"I'm not sure that's a good idea," Hermione cautioned. "We'll be on the run, and I'm not sure that your van will be very good at getting away from pursuers."

To her surprise, everyone else laughed.

"Don't worry, My," Velma said with a grin. "I think you'll find the Mystery Machine has a few tricks up her sleeve…"

-0-

Hermione stared. And stared. And stared.

"Welcome to the Mystery Machine," Fred said cheerfully.

"What the…?!"

"We've each added our own little touches," Daphne said, swinging her arms out. "Velma and I expanded the space in the back exponentially. Freddie added his traps and trapping things everywhere, and Shaggy and Scooby got their hands on an expanded ever-fresh refrigerator."

"That's… pretty impressive," Hermione agreed. The back of the van had been turned into something more resembling a mansion, with three floors and multiple bedrooms.

"It should fit all of us and your friends," Shaggy added. "And as for transportation…"

"Let me show you the front," Daphne explained, exiting the back of the van. "It used to be all connected, but we separated it when we added the expansion charms."

She led Hermione to the front and opened the driver side door.

"Fred's got over a dozen little surprises for anyone who tries to chase us here." She pointed at a series of buttons along the cabin. "He likes his traps, in case you couldn't tell."

"I had no idea," Hermione deadpanned.

"But the really neat thing is right here," Daphne added, pointing to the red stone that had been set in the dashboard behind a glass panel. It had what looked to be electrodes pressed on at several points. "This is Velma's little brain child, and what apparently won her some important award in a technomancy fair. Don't ask me which one, Wiccan magic doesn't look much at the scientific side of magic. It's called a warpstone, and is basically a rechargeable portkey that can take you wherever you need. All that's required is for a witch or wizard to lay a hand on it and focus on where they want to go. So Velma and I can use it, but Shaggy and Fred can't."

"Can Scooby?" Hermione asked, fascinated.

"He can't charge it, but he can activate it. It's a bit of an oddity."

"This is really incredible!" Hermione gushed, running a hand over the dash board. "I was hoping to get some help, but this is really beyond what I was expecting!"

"Well, I can't turn away my favorite cousin, can I?" Velma asked, coming up behind them. "Professor Ellison got the whole thing squared away with the dean. We're clear for a trip to England." She glanced at Hermione. "Now, you said you had some papers on this dark lord's background?"

I actually really like this one. I'm thinking I'll continue it, but we'll see.

For those who don't know, SDMI stands for "Scooby-Doo Mystery Incorporated". It is arguably the best incarnation of Scooby Doo ever created. It is dark, it is creepy, it has an over arching plot, character growth, and is NOT FOR CHILDREN, despite the Y7 rating. People die. I am not joking here. My favorite character actually got mowed down by machine gun wielding robots in one of the last episodes. The humor is dark, the gang is shockingly competent, and everyone's become very human, with very human flaws. It's excellent. I highly recommend it.

I used this version of the characters because I can't really see the original Scooby gang diving into a war. The SDMI version could and would kill people. Seriously. They would also probably be an enormous help to Harry, as they're all extraordinarily paranoid and probably already have PTSD.

I have never seen a crossover like this. I probably never will. Which is really too bad, because if done right, it could be awesome.

Until next time!