It didn't take long for Hermione to fill Bobby in on everything she had already told Sam. Since she wasn't really saying anything new yet, Sam didn't make it a point to listen completely to what she was saying. Instead his mind was back on what she had yelled at him prior to Bobby returning. She had been attacked and tortured. In a war that he had no idea about. He just kept wracking his brain for wars that had occurred in the UK about ten years ago, but he was coming up blank. Which meant it was probably a war that non-magical people were not aware of. Maybe she did have some combat training after all?

He looked at her attire once more. She had pointed out that she didn't dress like a muggle, which is what he assumed were non-magical people. Did she even have normal clothes? Because living out of the car and in bad motels would start getting very uncomfortable while wearing that robe thing. This whole situation was starting to make him very conflicted. On the one hand, the idea of going out hunting again, continuing the family business without Dean, was very unappealing. He didn't want to do it. On the other hand…he glanced at Hermione out of the corner of his eye. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. She seemed nice enough, and it would be really interesting to go hunt with someone with magic. It would add a new level to the hunt. And it didn't hurt that she was pretty easy on the eyes. Hunting with her would definitely be different from hunting with Dean, so maybe it wouldn't be too bad.

He felt a tug on his sleeve and he looked over. Hermione was looking at him with a small smile on her face.

"I'm about to explain everything about the case if you would like to pay attention now," she said with a smile.

Sam returned her smile. The first time he's felt like genuinely smiling in weeks. Her smile was just that contagious. "Yeah, sorry. I was spacing out there for a second."

"It's okay, I was just catching up Mr. Singer on what I've told you. But now I'm going to get into some specifics."

"Bobby."

She and Sam both turned to look at Bobby, who had seated himself in an armchair.

"What?" Hermione said.

"Bobby. If we're going to work together, there's going to be none of this Mr. Singer business."

"Okay, Bobby."

Sam had to stifle a smile. Hearing Bobby's name in Hermione's British accent was pretty amusing. It sounded almost unnatural.

"Now," Hermione started again. "The reason I'm here. I'll need to back up a bit to give you a little background so you can understand a little bit more." She took a deep breath. "In the '90s there was a war in the wizarding community in the UK. A very dark wizard tried to take over the wizarding world. The best way for me to describe him and his beliefs is to compare him to Hitler. He believed in a Pureblood, that's witches and wizards who were born to other witches and wizards, World. People like me, we were not only considered inferior, but were thought to have stolen our magic. In the last year of the war, muggleborns were rounded up, and brought in for questioning, and then were held without cause.

"This war was known as the Second Wizarding War. The first happened in the 70's and 80's when Voldemort, the dark wizard, was at his height. The war was looking pretty bleak. He gained a large following. And then there was a prophecy. And my best friend, who was only eighteen months at the time, ended up defeating him. At least that's what everyone thought. When we were in school, he came back, and since I was best friends with the person who would defeat him, I was also a target.

"In our fifth year we went to the Ministry because my friend had a vision of his godfather in trouble. We walked into a trap, and I almost died. I was sixteen. Two years later, we found ourselves on the run, living in a tent, stealing food to survive. During that year, I was tortured. I was only eighteen. The war ended and Voldemort was defeated. We haave spent a long time gathering up all of his followers, but it's been hard.

"There are two men who have been consistently evading arrest for the last decade. Their names are Lucius Malfoy and Antonin Dolohov. They are the reason I'm here. They have been trying in vain to reignite the war. They've been largely unsuccessful in Britain. However, we have reason to believe they have moved here and are trying to gain alliances with the supernatural beings over here. From what I can tell, in the UK we don't have any of the creatures you have over here. Therefore, they're probably making a lot of promises that they will be able to keep. I'm here to apprehend these men, and prevent whatever it is they're planning."

Hermione finished speaking, and Bobby and Sam exchanged looks. With everything going on with Dean and Lilith, they hadn't really had their typical ears to the ground. With the Roadhouse in ashes, and hunters dispersed, they didn't have as close contact with everyone as they used to. He couldn't remember if he had heard anything about two men who were trying to rally the troops so to speak. But if they were, that was probably a very bad thing. If they gathered enough monsters, it could devastate the magic population. It would be deadly.

"Do you have any leads?" Sam asked.

Hermione shook her head. "No, and that's what's been so frustrating. Once they moved over here, we have had a hard time tracking them down. MACUSA doesn't want to be involved, and that makes it even harder. They pride themselves with the fact that Voldemort's influence did not reach this far during either war, when it was all through Europe. They kept their hands clean as we fought and died. They don't want to create any mass panic in their community, so they have done absolutely nothing to try and find Malfoy or Dolohov."

"And why your country has sent a lawyer over to try and take care of this," Sam said.

"Pretty much. The only thing they have given us is you guys. They told us they could match us up with some hunters who are familiar with the monsters, but that's all they could do. And they wouldn't permit us to bring any Aurors, or magical police officers, with us. So it was decided that I would be sent, since it sounded like hunters could be like Aurors. What did MACUSA tell you, Bobby on the phone?"

Bobby sighed. "Well, they called a few weeks ago asking if we would help on a case. They sent a representative out who revealed their magic to me. But I told them we couldn't help. We were too busy dealing with other matters. Last night they called again, and said that they were desperate, and so I agreed. They said they were sending you out as soon as possible."

"SO you're even more in the dark than I am," Hermione said.

Bobby nodded. "Yes ma'am. But I think we could be able to help. I think it would be good for Sam here to get back out in the business. Now, hunting monsters is dangerous business. Are you prepared for this?"

Hermione laughed. "Absolutely not," she said. "But I'm going to need to be. What typically happens on this job?"

"Well," Sam said. "We do a lot of scanning of papers and news stories around the country looking for anything out of the usual. We then go and check it out to see if these strange stories are because of a supernatural presence, or just bad luck."

"So you just drive around the country looking for weird shit," Hermione said.

Sam smiled. "Yeah, pretty much."

"Is there any way to find out if there's two strange British men trying to convince monsters to come across the pond and murder all the magical people who live there?"

Sam shook his head. "We can put out an alert to the other hunters to keep their ears to the ground. When we stumble across other monsters before we ice them we can interrogate them and find out what they know. But if you don't have any leads, this is the best we can do until we start finding our own leads."

Hermione nodded. "So, there's not an estimated time frame for this being done, is there?"

Bobby shook his head. "Unfortunately there isn't. But listen. You'll go out with Sam here. I'll stay here and make sure to keep you both updated if I hear anything from other hunters. And if you run into any trouble that you don't think the two of you can handle, you stay put. I'll come out and help you. I don't want you two putting yourselves in any danger that you can prevent. I'm not losing anyone else."

Silence fell between the three of them. Hermione had heard rumblings about the loss of Sam's brother recently, but she hadn't heard any specifics. She could tell that the wound was still open and raw by the looks the two men shared. She couldn't even begin to imagine what Sam was feeling. If she understood correctly, this was a job that took all your time. The two of them probably spent the majority of their time together. Very similar to what she experienced with Harry and Ron during that final year of the war. Except his brother was blood family. Her heart ached for him.

She decided she needed to change the subject before it got any sadder in the room. "So, we drive around the country trying to find cases. Will I need to do any of this driving? Because, I hate to tell you this, but I don't know how."

That did it. The moroseness that had settled upon the room let up and Bobby and Sam both let out loud laughter.

"I thought you came from a non-magical family? You never learned to drive?" Sam asked.

Hermione shrugged. "I never felt the need. We have what the muggles would call teleportation, and other means of travel, so I just never felt the need to learn to drive."

"Woah," Bobby said. "Back up here for a minute. Teleportation?"

Hermione laughed. "Yeah, I just close my eyes, picture my destination and poof! I can go there. Of course, it's more ideal for short distances, and you have to be familiar with your destination. If you can't properly envision it, it could be very dangerous."

"Did you teleport here?" Sam asked.

"Not really. I actually flew in a muggle airplane from London to New York. And then MACUSA gave me a portkey to travel from their headquarters to here. A portkey is another form of teleportation, except instead of needing to know where you're going and visualize it, an object is charmed to take you where you need to go. You just touch it and it takes you there."

Sam and Bobby were looking at her like she invented the method.

"So, since you've now been here, you can teleport here without needing a charmed object?" Sam asked.

Hermione nodded. "Yes."

"Are you also able to take other people with you when you teleport?" Bobby asked.

Hermione nodded. "I am."

"This is starting to make me feel a lot better about this," Bobby said. "Between your magic and Sam's skills, you both may be able to survive this."

"That's the hope," Hermione said. "The goal is to survive long enough to catch Malfoy and Dolohov and finally put all this nonsense behind us."

Sam nodded. "Sounds like a reasonable goal. Something that I'm sure we'll be able to handle."

Hermione smiled. "So you're in? You'll help me?"

Sam shrugged. "Yeah, sure. I mean, I can't spend the rest of my life moping on this couch. It'll be a great excuse to shave."

Hermione looked at him, with his scruffy several days old beard, and shrugged with a smirk. "I don't know, I think you look fine."

Her smile widened as she watched Sam's face turn red as he looked down at his hands. She heard Bobby laugh in the background, but she didn't take her eyes off of Sam. She had to admit that he was pretty attractive. She absentmindedly played with her bare ring finger again, before turning her head away. Now was not the time to even consider such things. Especially with someone she was going to have to be working with closely over the next who knows how long.

She decided to put Sam out of his misery and change the subject. "When will you be ready to hit the road?"

Sam shrugged. "I don't know, we should probably do some research before we leave. Give us a direction to head in."

Hermione nodded. "Okay, so we'll do some research. I came here with nothing, because I didn't want to make any assumptions. So let me go back to New York, grab my stuff, and I'll be back in a couple hours. I have to make a couple arrangements back home. I need someone to keep an eye on my cat while I'm away."

"You have a cat?" Sam asked.

She nodded. "Yeah, he's getting up there in age so he's kind of crotchety but he likes my friend Harry well enough, so he should be fine. I may have to pop back every once in a while if this takes longer than I think Harry and his family could tolerate him."

Sam nodded. "Alright, so you go take care of what you need to take care of and we'll start to get a little research done to see if we can't find a lead on these two men."

"Sounds like a plan," she said, standing up. "I'll see you both in a little bit."

And, because she was feeling the most optimistic about catching these rogue Death Eaters she had in a long time, she winked at Sam before turning on the spot and disapparating.