CHAPTER THREE

Summary: Nine years after the war, Hermione's the Head of the Auror Department that specialises in dealing with Magical Creatures and fugitive Death Eaters that are loose in the Muggle World. With the fugitive Death Eaters no longer hiding in Britain, she's tracking rogue Death Eaters in the United States, which leads her to The Winchester brothers. The Witch and The Hunters are a dynamic trio that no creature, being or beast wishes to mess with, Magical or Supernatural. Hermione/Dean pairing. Rated M for a reason.

Disclaimer: I don't own original canon characters or events, just those that I create myself. Everything belongs to J.K Rowling and the creators of Supernatural. I am not making a profit posting this fanfic.

Page count: 10

The Winchesters and Bobby reached them just as they began their conversation, being close enough to hear them but giving them their space and a sense of privacy.

"Do we know his identity?" Harry asked, as he flicked his wand at the Death Eater, adding more restriction in case the Stunners wore off.

They affected people differently based on that individual's physical strength, magical core strength and mental state, therefore you could never truly be certain of how long the individual would be restrained for and so it was always better to be safe.

"I believe it's Henry Patterson, a low-level Death Eater. He wasn't on our radar because we didn't initially know about him. Intel I've gathered suggests he's a new recruit for the resistance, he's too young to have been a Death Eater in the war, although saying that, Draco..."

"The Bouncing Ferret," Harry supplied.

She slapped him on the back of the head and he winced. "I thought we stopped with the petty name-calling..."

"He called me Potty-head last week," he argued.

"When I see him I will be having words with him, too."

They all saw the magical President wince before shaking his head in amusement and the two brothers shared a curious glance at his reaction to the witch's words.

"Draco saved our lives, he defected to our side and that was nine years ago, get over it. Life is too short to hold grudges, you should know that better than anyone, you've died. Twice."

The Hunters were surprised by the news and they couldn't hide it, looking to each other in disbelief and then back to the magical folk, not wanting to miss anything because they hadn't been paying attention.

"Yeah, well, you've died four times," Harry responded.

"And Death won't let me forget it, honestly," she huffed, "He needs to get over his obsession with me."

"He likely will when you stay dead," he said amused.

"You're one to talk, Mister The-Boy-Who-Just-Won't-Die."

"Quoting Malfoy now?"

She sniffed and stuck her nose in the air, much to the amusement of Harry. "Anyway, my point is he's too young to have been a Death Eater during the war, but given that Draco was forced into it when he was sixteen, it is possible."

"What's his blood status, do we know?"

"I believe he's a Half-blood, Kings," she responded. "I have no idea why a bloody Half-blood would want to exterminate the world of all Muggles and Muggleborns. Some Purebloods are still only wanting a Pureblood Utopia, Half-bloods would be made slaves, why he would want to be a part of that is beyond me," she shook her head. "The fact that he's a Half-blood has me believe they're getting desperate. Too many Pureblood families have seen the error of their ways and those that haven't now understand that they'll never have the Pureblood only world they wish for, so they keep their views quiet and get on with their lives. If they're recruiting Half-bloods, they may become more reckless than they already are," Hermione explained.

"Why?"

She looked behind her to see that it was Bobby that had asked, a curious look held on his face.

"They want to prove themselves, they want to prove their hatred for everything but Purebloods and for that they will do anything, but, the Purebloods won't trust them no matter what they do, and for us, that's a good thing. If we can capture a Pureblood, there's a chance I can get them to give their headquarters up, or at the very least, the names of their Half-blood recruits. In retaliation, the Half-bloods may give up the Purebloods. We can get them to flip on the other, which will help to bring down their entire operation."

"GRANGER!"

Harry muttered under his breath and Kingsley chuckled.

"OUT HERE DRACO!" She called back.

They all turned their heads to see a tall man with striking blonde hair gelled back, ice-blue eyes and pointed features, also wearing white robes, making their way over to them.

"Sorry I'm late, I had a situation to take care of," he said. "Minister," he nodded in greeting, "Scar-head," he greeted. "Ow! What the bloody hell was that for?" He asked, glaring at Hermione and rubbing the sore spot on the back of his head where she'd hit him.

"What did I say about petty name-calling?" He scowled at her and crossed his arms childishly. "Honestly, you are twenty-five years old, grow the hell up, we are not in school anymore, the war is over..."

"Yes, we know the speech, we do hear it once a week, after all, Granger," he drawled.

"Well bloody well listen to me and I won't keep repeating myself," she huffed. She heard sniggers and they all turned to see the Winchesters and Bobby not bothering to hide their amusement. "Oh, sorry, Draco, this is Bobby Singer and Dean and Sam Winchester," Hermione introduced. "Guys, this is Draco Malfoy, my Deputy." They nodded to each other. "Hey, Draco, guess what?"

"I don't know but I'm sure you're going to tell me," he rolled his eyes.

"Don't be getting cheeky, you're forgetting that Luna's my best friend," she smirked.

"Threatening me with my wife now? Very Slytherin of you," he smirked back.

She gasped in outrage. "I am a Gryffindor through and through, I would never desert the den for the snake pit."

"Tell that to Theo and Blaise," he deadpanned. She scowled at his smug expression.

"Yeah, didn't you also date Adrian Pucey and Terence Higgs?" Harry spoke up. "Seems you have quite the thing for Slytherins."

Draco smirked at her and she huffed in annoyance. "The Lioness has spent a lot of time in the snake pit, haven't you?"

"Oh, now you two get along? Just perfect. And I'll have you know, I didn't sleep with all of them, I'm not a bloody tart."

Kingsley chuckled. "Children," he scolded amused.

"Sorry," they all muttered, looking chastised.

"As I was going to say, I got shot today."

"And who the bloody hell shot you?" He demanded, looking far more protective than he had been previously when teasing her.

"Dean Winchester," she grinned.

"Oh for Merlin's Sake," he grumbled, before digging into his pocket and pulling out a pouch and handing it to her.

"Thank you," she said smugly.

"Why would you make a bet with 'Mione, that's just stupid?" Harry laughed.

"You're stupid," he fired back childishly. Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes.

"You made a bet?"

She looked at Sam since he had asked the question. "Yes, we knew about you and since we're technically in the same field of work, there's always been a possibility that I would run into you. Draco and I had a bet about whether or not I would get shot by one of you. He didn't think you'd have the balls to shoot me, I did and you did and so I won the bet." They stared at her as she turned back to the three wizards. "Right, I think everything here has been taken care of, you boys transport Patterson to a holding cell, pending trial. I'll have my report sent to the office no later than tomorrow."

"You're not coming back to London for the trial?" Draco asked confused.

"No, we originally thought it was only one Death Eater, it turns out it was three. They split up during the chase and I could only follow one, I have to track down the other two but I'll let you know when I have something."

"Alright, Granger, be careful."

"I'm always careful."

"Tell that to Death, the poor man's got his work cut out for him with you," he responded and she scowled at him.

"I'll see you later, 'Mione," Harry said, hugging her.

"You will, now get home to that wife and those children of yours." He pulled back from her. "You as well, Draco, you shouldn't leave Luna alone for too long, she's got two months left and her magic's going haywire."

He rolled his eyes at her. "I think I'll keep my distance until the birth, she's even got the house-elves on edge," he said and she laughed at him before quickly hugging him.

"Kings," she tilted her head.

He smiled and then they all turned to leave and since Patterson had woken from the Stunners, Draco helped Harry to transport and contain the struggling Death Eater over to the house, into the fireplace and through the floo network back to London.

"Right then," she spoke, clapping her hands together before noticing the broken railing on the porch and with a flick of her wand it was fixed and they stared, stunned. "Sorry about that, now, I better go, I have two Death Eaters to track."

She turned on her heel and started walking away, off into the distance.

"Hey, Witch!"

"The name's Hermione!" She called back, turning to look over her shoulder.

"Whatever, you're not going anywhere until we have answers." It was Dean that had spoken and he had his arms crossed, his stance strong with his legs shoulder-width apart.

"I have a job to do."

"It can wait,"

She sighed. "Fine, but if any more muggles are murdered then it's your fault that innocent lives were taken."

She walked past him and back into the house and they all followed after her silently.

~000~000~000~

Hermione sat at the kitchen table, leaning back into the chair and with her arms crossed over her chest. Sam and Dean were sat opposite her whilst Bobby sat at the head of the table. Sam looked at her intrigued, Bobby looked relaxed with a beer in his hand and Dean was sat back against the chair and swigging from his beer, his eyes never leaving her.

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, for Merlin's Sake, the silent treatment? Really? It's not like I hurt anyone, hell, I bloody well saved your life, and you're welcome by the way. Half of the magic Patterson was using would've killed you, so let's get this over with, what do you want to know?" Dean continued to stare at her in silence. "Seriously, I'm considering jinxing you; let's see how distrustful you are when I turn you into a walking, talking jelly, when I cast the Jelly-Legs Jinx on you."

Sam snorted at her and her eyes cut away from the green eyes to the hazel ones. "We've heard you mention a war several times and Bobby said that you saved the world when you were eighteen," Sam spoke and she tilted her head in confirmation. "What war? How did we not know of a war?"

"I'm not a dark witch, I would die before I ever resort to using dark magic," she told him honestly. "Harry, Ronald and I have a pact, if one of us ever casts a dark spell, we would throw that person in Azkaban and throw away the key. If one of us were to ever allow dark magic to overtake us, we made a promise that we would kill that person." They stared in shock at her admission. "I've seen what dark magic can do; I've been on the receiving end of it more times than I can count. I've been tortured, I've seen people die, I've fought in countless battles, I've been on the run, I've destroyed pieces of a mad man's soul, I've witnessed an eleven-year-old boy drowning in his own blood, I've witnessed friends and classmates being torn apart by werewolves and vampires, I despise dark magic."

Horrified. That was the way they were looking at her, horrified, even Dean had a faraway look in his eyes.

"So, this war?" Sam asked after clearing his throat.

"Okay, I know that you deal with dark witches. Muggles that sell their souls to demons and through human sacrifice, what you have to understand is these are not actual witches, they are copies; their magic comes from hell itself. I am a true witch, I am born with magic in my blood, I have magic flowing through every part of me; it's what keeps me alive, keeps me functioning. The magic in the air, in the earth, the magic of friendship and love, of family and self-sacrifice, that's the kind of magic that I have. There are thousands of us, witches and wizards, but we have to remain hidden from muggles."

"In 1689, the Statute of Secrecy was instituted and in 1692 it was put into effect. All traces of trueborn witches and wizards were wiped from the world and we went into hiding. We have our own cities, towns and villages, we have our own government and legislations, our own businesses, transport, music, sports, banks, hospitals and schools. Everything you have, we have, too. You just aren't allowed to see us; it's illegal to reveal magic to a muggle unless you are married to one, they are your parents or siblings, or, they are already aware, such as yourselves." They looked amazed at her explanation, Sam sitting further forward and Bobby sitting straighter. "Now, as for this war, it's best for me to explain why a war was started in the first place. In the Wizarding World, there are four blood-statuses, these are Squibs, Muggleborns, Half-Bloods and Purebloods. Squibs are those that are born to two magical parents but they don't possess magic themselves, their magic is so weak they are unable to use it, therefore, most Squibs live in the Muggle World, as muggles. Next, we have Muggleborns which are witches and wizards that are born from two non-magical parents. They possess magic, but the parents don't. That's me, I'm a Muggleborn, my mother and father were both muggles. With me so far?" She asked them.

They nodded in confirmation, so she continued.

"Next we have Half-bloods. Half-bloods are born from one magical parent and one muggle parent, or, two magical parents that aren't both Purebloods. Purebloods are witches and wizards that don't have any muggle lineage and most of them pride themselves on that fact. They have generations of only magic users that can be traced back thousands of years, the only way to stay a Pureblood, is to marry a Pureblood and have Pureblood children. This was done through arranged marriages, even before most Pureblood children reached the age of five. Can you see the problem with this?" She asked them.

"Inbreeding," Sam said thoughtfully.

"Exactly, inbreeding. Now, Harry, he's a Half-Blood, his mother was a Muggleborn like me, Lily Evans, his father a Pureblood, James Potter. Kingsley's a Pureblood, so is Draco. Draco's the heir to the most powerful and wealthy Pureblood family in Wizarding Europe. Most Purebloods believed that anything less than Pureblood was not worthy of magic simply because they have muggle lineage, they hated Muggleborns, Squibs and Muggles, they treated us like vermin. Half-bloods were tolerated since they had some magic in their lineage. Not all Pureblood families believed this though. This is why a war was started."

"During the seventies through to the early eighties, there was this dark wizard, his name was Tom Riddle, he called himself Lord Voldemort. He believed exactly what I just explained. He gathered followers, Purebloods, and his goal was to rule the world with only Purebloods surviving and Half-bloods serving under them as slaves, everyone else was to be exterminated. In retaliation a secret organisation was formed, The Order of the Phoenix, they were witches and wizards that dedicated themselves to fighting Voldemort and his followers and protecting the innocent. There was a prophecy made, that a child would be the downfall of the darkest wizard the world had ever seen. This child was Harry James Potter, my best friend."

They had all sat forward, giving her their complete attention. Even Bobby, who knew the summarised version, but he had never heard a true full account from someone who had been an integral part of ending the war."

"The Potters were the third most wealthy and powerful Pureblood family in Wizarding Europe, when Harry was born they were sent into hiding. There is a branch of magic that allows us to hide a property from anyone that doesn't know the address, only the secret keeper is the person that can give out the address, as you can likely tell, they protect the secret to the property. Now, Sirius Black was the eldest son of the Blacks, a Pureblood family that was the second wealthiest and most powerful family in Wizarding Europe. His parents were truly awful people, abusing Sirius because he didn't follow the same views as his family had for generations; he didn't believe in blood supremacy and when he was sixteen he was disowned and literally blasted off the family tree, he was taken in by the Potters since James Potter was his best friend. Sirius Black was originally supposed to be the secret keeper but due to Sirius being so close to James, practically brothers, they decided it wasn't safe."

"The other side would assume he was this secret keeper and capture him, they'd try to force him to tell them the address?" Sam guessed.

"Yes, exactly," she smiled at him. "There were two other friends, Remus Lupin, he was a Half-blood, a muggle mother and Half-blood father. His father was known for his hatred towards werewolves and when Remus was four-years-old, he was bitten by a werewolf." They looked horrified. "He changed every full moon, but he wasn't a monster, Remus Lupin, despite his Lycanthropy, was one of the kindest men I have ever met. He never hurt anyone and during the war he was sent on missions to infiltrate other werewolf packs and convince them to fight for The Order. The other friend was Peter Pettigrew," she couldn't help it, she spat his name in disgust and anger. "He was a Pureblood and these four were best friends from the age of eleven. Peter was the least likely choice and so he was made the secret keeper. What they didn't know was that he was secretly spying for Voldemort. On Halloween, 1981, he betrayed the Potters, gave the address of their safe house to Voldemort and he found them. James and Lily Potter were murdered in cold blood; he turned his wand on Harry and cast the Killing Curse."

"The Killing Curse is one of the Unforgivables, the use of it will earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban, our prison that is guarded by dark creatures, preventing escape. Nothing can stop the Killing Curse, nothing," she emphasised. "But Harry survived, and Voldemort was defeated when the curse backfired. It was a miracle, a one-year-old baby, Harry Potter, had saved the world." They all blinked several times before taking a drink from their beer bottles. "Harry Potter is the most famous wizard in the Wizarding World and has been since birth; he's known as The Chosen One, The-Boy-Who-Lived. Harry was sent to live with his muggle Aunt and Uncle, and their son. They hated him because they knew he possessed magic, it was impossible for him not to. Eleven years later we got our admission letters to Hogwarts."

"What's Hogwarts?" Sam asked.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was founded over a thousand years ago, by four of the most powerful witches and wizards in history, Helga Hufflepuff, Salazar Slytherin, Godric Gryffindor and Rowena Ravenclaw. It's the most prestigious school in Wizarding Europe and it's hidden from muggles, the castle being located in the Scottish Mountains. Hogwarts trains young witches and wizards to harness their magic, they teach them how to control their magic and they prepare them for life outside of the castle walls. For seven years you attend. It's the most magical place you could ever see. I loved it there, it was my home, we were protected there, or at least we thought we were," she sighed.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Our first year at school, it was... Eventful to say the least. Ronald Weasley is a Pureblood, with his five older brothers and younger sister, they all attended Hogwarts. Harry, Ron and I became friends after they saved me from a mountain troll that had gotten loose in Hogwarts. They saved my life and I covered for them, from that point on a friendship was born, we were known as 'The Golden Trio.' It was unusual for you to see us without all three of us together. We were inseparable. We discovered that someone was trying to steal this magical stone that was hidden in the castle and it had the ability to give you immortality, as well as turning any metal into gold. Long story short, we faced a Cerberus, killer plants, a killer potions riddle, a life-size game of wizarding chess, in which the pieces are alive and actually destroy each other and we almost died. Harry stopped what was later discovered as Voldemort possessing one of our teachers, from coming back to full power."

"How old were you?"

"Ronald and I were twelve, Harry eleven," she shrugged. "Second year, a dangerous beast had been released into the castle and it was freezing people in time, Muggleborns to be specific. A cat, a ghost, myself and three other Muggleborn students were frozen. A lot of stuff happened but in the end, Harry killed the beast and rescued Ginny Weasley who was possessed by the spirit of Voldemort. Third year, Sirius Black was arrested for the murder of the Potters, Pettigrew and twelve muggles, he was framed all those years ago and he escaped from prison twelve years later. We didn't know he was innocent at the time and thought he was trying to kill Harry. Again, a lot happened and we had a run-in with Sirius, we found out he was innocent and that Pettigrew was alive, he was a shape-shifter, he could turn into a rat, Ronald had a pet rat, twelve-years-old." Their eyes widened in understanding. "It was a full moon and Remus was a professor at Hogwarts, he forgot to take his potion. Again, a lot happened but in short, Harry and I travelled back in time, saved Sirius' life as well as a hippogriff's and Sirius went on the run."

"Fourth year, there was this tournament, a school from Bulgaria and France stayed at the castle with us. One person over the age of seventeen was chosen to take part, the three tasks were dangerous as they had been known to kill people. That's why they stopped the tournament for centuries before bringing it back. Harry's name was chosen but he didn't enter, he was only fourteen. His competitors were older, had more experience and knew magic Harry didn't even know existed. In short, he got past the dragon, he survived the task in the Black Lake and saved his chosen person, well, people, and the final task was a trap. He was escorted to a graveyard and Cedric Diggory, the other Hogwarts Champion, was murdered in front of Harry. A ritual was performed and Voldemort was restored to full power. Harry barely escaped alive."

"Fifth year, everything went to pot. The school was being monitored by the government because they didn't believe Headmaster Dumbledore and Harry were telling the truth about Voldemort's return. We weren't allowed to practice any defensive magic, only theory. The bloody moron they sent in as a professor taught us how to run away, God, I hated that woman and her stupid fake smile and hideous pink tweed suit she was so fond of wearing," she scowled. "She looked like a pink marshmallow man." They snorted at her. "We came up with the idea to teach ourselves defensive magic illegally, Harry was our teacher. By the end of the year, we had been discovered and Dumbledore was almost arrested but he escaped. Umbridge or Dumbitch as I called her, was made Headmistress. She used illegal punishments and wouldn't allow us to do practical magic, in a bloody magic school, might I add. Anyway, Harry was somehow connected to Voldemort and he could see things, he had a vision of Sirius, his Godfather, being tortured."

"Again, long story short, we tried to leave the castle but were caught, Umbridge was going to torture Harry for information so I led her into a trap and she was attacked by a giant and carried away by a heard of centaurs." A brief moment of fear shot through their eyes. "We ended up at the Ministry of Magic and a battle ensured. I don't remember much of that night, I was hit by a dark curse and I almost died, I was only sixteen. When I woke up, the world finally knew that Voldemort was back and Sirius had been killed in battle, many Death Eaters were captured."

"Sixth year, well, it was awful and an underage Death Eater, Draco, was forced to take the dark mark for his father's failure and he was given a task. He had to kill Dumbledore, who Voldemort feared because he was a very powerful and wise wizard. Draco accidentally cursed a girl who ended up in hospital, he accidentally poisoned Ronald and at the end of the year, when it came to killing Dumbledore, he couldn't do it. Severus Snape, a spy for The Order of twenty years, killed Dumbledore. Before Harry's seventeenth birthday we had to bring him to safety since the war was raging and he was the only one that could kill Voldemort and he had to be protected at all costs. We had devised a plan; we have this potion that can make you look like anyone as long as you have their hair. I'm talking about a perfect carbon copy, a clone. Six of us took the potion with Harry's hair in and the other seven were to act as our guard."

"We were betrayed; Voldemort and his Death Eaters were waiting for us before we even got in the air. Alastor Moody died and George Weasley lost his left ear. During Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour's wedding we received a message that the Ministry of Magic had fallen, Voldemort had taken over and we were attacked. Harry, Ronald and I went on the run, we had a mission to complete, and if we did, Voldemort could be killed."

"Why couldn't he be killed?" Bobby asked.

"He was immortal; Voldemort had discovered the knowledge of an archaic and dark form of magic that had been wiped from the Wizarding World because it was so horrific. It requires murdering in cold blood and ripping your soul apart, encasing that fragment of soul in an object or living thing. He had done this seven times. He was no longer human, but a monster. He was pale, like candle wax, he was bald and noseless, he was like a walking skeleton, tall and bony, but the worst was his blood-red eyes." A haunted look entered her eyes before she shook her head. "The only problem was, we didn't know how to destroy these virtually indestructible objects, we didn't know where they were hidden and we didn't know what these objects were. After a lot of injuries, walking into traps, breaking and entering, kidnapping, breaking the law, avoiding Death Eaters and Snatchers, Ronald leaving in a fit of rage and returning months later, with one of the objects destroyed, we were captured by Snatchers and taken to Malfoy Manor. I did my best to disguise Harry. Harry and Ron were taken to the dungeons and I was tortured for information for hours before we escaped. We learned where another object was hidden, so we broke into Gringotts bank, the most impenetrable place in the world, but got in easily enough, getting out was the difficult part. We were doubled crossed by a goblin and we managed to escape on the back of a dragon. We learned that Voldemort knew of our mission and he was furious, and suddenly the Final Battle was upon us."

"With some help, we made our way into Hogwarts which was being run by Death Eaters, students were being tortured and forced to learn dark magic. Ronald and I took the object and destroyed it whilst Harry searched for another one and the battle started. The Death Eaters were forced out of Hogwarts and we took control back of the castle. Students younger than seventeen and all the Slytherins were taken and hidden in the dungeons and everyone else stayed to fight. The Final Battle lasted for twenty-four hours and in that time Harry had sacrificed himself and died, Voldemort brought him to us and boasted that we had lost. But Harry came back from the dead and he duelled with Voldemort, and Harry won."

"Voldemort fell to the ground and turned into ash, his remains being swept away in the wind never to be seen again. May 2nd,1998, the Wizarding World was free of the terror and pain and death it had been suffering under. We rounded up as many Death Eaters as we could and we healed our injured and buried our dead. Fred Weasley, Ronald's older brother and George Weasley's twin died. So did Remus Lupin and his wife, Tonks, and they left behind a three-week-old baby. I was only eighteen when it finally came to an end. So many good people died, but slowly the Wizarding World healed. That was nine years ago. To this day there are still Death Eaters on the run and they're being tracked and captured, there's still a small resistance of Death Eaters trying to carry on Voldemort's work but they'll never get very far. With people like Harry and I working hard to bring them to justice, we're not going to stop until our world is free of such ideals and prejudice."

She looked up from the kitchen table and to the three Hunters, noticing that they were staring at her with wide eyes and their mouths open, speechless.