CHAPTER EIGHT

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: 8

"This is it, pull over here," Sam spoke, gesturing to the front of a two-story house. It was your typical suburban house, with a driveway and perfectly mowed lawn.

They all climbed out of the car and Hermione walked up the driveway and to the door, pressing the doorbell. A woman who looked to be in her late forties, with blonde hair and brown eyes answered the door.

"Hello," Hermione smiled kindly. "I'm FBI Agent Jenny Morgan and these are my colleagues, Agents Kyle Reed and Parker Banks," she showed the woman her ID, knowing that it would confirm what she had just told her, and the two brothers did the same. "I was wondering if we may have a moment of your time to ask a few questions regarding, Jack Binns."

"Of course," the woman stepped aside to let them in and she led them down a hallway, through a living room and into a kitchen. "Karen, these are FBI agents, they want to ask you some questions about Jack," the woman spoke softly.

The woman that was sat at the kitchen table with her head in her hands looked up and the moment she did her eyes widened. She had greying blonde hair, pale skin and brown eyes which were puffy and red.

"Karen, please will you pick Henry up from soccer practice?" She spoke, her voice sounded hoarse, her puffy red eyes locked on Hermione.

"Of course, I'll take him to that cafe he likes for dinner before bringing him home."

"Thank you," she whispered. Karen smiled at her before grabbing her jacket from the kitchen chair and her bag from the table and leaving the room. When they heard the door close Hermione stepped forward.

"Ms. Binns, I am FBI Agent Jenny Morgan and these are..."

"No, you're not," she spoke.

"I'm sorry," Hermione said confused and she felt Sam and Dean stiffen behind her.

"You're not FBI Agent Jenny Morgan."

"I assure you, Ma'am..."

"Your name's Hermione Granger."

Hermione froze. "How do you know that?" She asked quickly, her hand coming up to her sleeve where her wand was hidden.

"I've seen photos of you and read articles about you in that magical newspaper," she said tiredly.

"You're not a witch," Hermione stated, she knew that she wasn't; there was no magical aura surrounding her.

"Jack was a wizard."

"A Muggleborn?" Hermione asked softly, her hand coming away from her wand.

"Yes, a Muggleborn, just like yourself."

Hermione moved forward and gestured to a seat, she nodded and Hermione sat down opposite the woman. Sam and Dean moved closer but did not sit. They silently agreed to let Hermione take the lead, seeing as it seemed as though the victim was a wizard.

"Jack loved you," she said fondly, tears gathering in her eyes. "He said he wanted to be just like you. All I heard from him was how one day he would meet you and ask for your autograph, one day he would be like the great war heroine, Hermione Granger. At least I can have pride in knowing that my son's idol was you and that he strived to be like someone with great achievements and morals." Tears fell from the corners of her eyes and trailed down her cheeks and she reached up to wipe them away. "If you're here I assume it means Jack didn't die of natural causes."

"We don't believe that, no. We can't be sure of anything until I'm able to cast diagnostic spells but what I will tell you is that I am currently investigating a series of deaths I have linked to a group of Death Eaters."

"The war is over, is it not?" She asked confused.

"It is, however, there will always be people that believe in the old ways, some more than others; some do it in private whilst others do it in public. Many of the Death Eaters from both the First and Second War are either dead or carrying out a life sentence in prison but there are a few that have managed to escape capture and we are still searching for them. There are no longer Death Eaters in Britain and Europe, they fled around the continents and we believe they are recruiting as they plan to overthrow the government once again. I assure you, we will not allow this to happen. We have allies in many places and we are prepared if that may come to pass. Our numbers outweigh theirs considerably, we're talking two-thirds of Britain alone, and that's not counting Europe, Asia, South and North America, Africa and Australia. If it comes to light that your son was indeed a victim and murdered, I promise I will do everything in my power to make sure he gets justice for what was done to him. I will not rest until the people responsible are caught, and when that happens, I will personally visit to give you the news."

The woman cried a little harder and gave a sniffle as she once more wiped her cheeks clean of tears. "Thank you, Miss. Granger. I can see why my son admired you so."

"Thank you, I hope I was a worthy role model for him," she responded softly.

"I assume there are other victims," she sniffled.

"Unfortunately there are, we have Muggleborns like myself and your son, we have muggles like yourself and we have Squibs, magical folk born without magic. We're not sure if these are targeted attacks or just random, we have no apparent connection between victims. If you don't mind, I would like to ask you some questions; it could help with my search."

"Anything you need," she nodded, adjusting her sitting position and a look of determination to help crossing her face.

Hermione smiled at the grieving mother before she began her questioning, asking about Jack's daily routine, who his friends were, his hobbies and interests, if he had been acting strangely and things along those lines.

"Thank you for your time, Ms. Binns," Hermione pushed her chair away from the table and stood up, the mother did so, too. "My colleagues and I had better leave so we may continue with our investigation."

"Before you go, would you mind signing a few of Jack's things? He would never forgive me for meeting you and not asking."

"It would be my pleasure," Hermione spoke with a kind smile. The mother nodded before leaving the room to retrieve the items.

"So, the victim was a wizard," Dean stated with a crease in his forehead and his hands in his trouser pockets.

Hermione sighed. "Yep, he was only two years younger than me," she frowned. "I'm getting sick of these bastards always being five steps ahead of me, it's time that I stopped messing around and get this case solved." A look of resolution settled over her face and a fierce look entered her eyes. Sam nodded approvingly and Dean tilted his head to the side in consideration as he watched her closely.

"Here we are," the mother entered the room and placed the items on the table. There was a copy of Hogwarts, a History, a few photographs from a photoshoot she'd been asked to do after the war and a stuffed otter at which she smiled when she saw it.

"Not many people know my Patronus is an otter," Hermione commented.

"As I said, Jack idolised you. He was applying to do training for the magical police, he was a mechanic just earn some money so he could visit England and hopefully meet you," she said quietly.

"I promise you, Ms. Binns, your son will one day meet me," she said, receiving a look of confusion. "He will see me in the afterlife, it exists for witches and wizards, and when my time comes, I will spend it in the afterlife searching for your son until he has the opportunity to meet me."

"Thank you," she whispered, tears falling down her face once more.

"Your son, Henry, he is ten-years-old, correct?"

"Yes, he is."

"Has he shown any magical potential?"

"There's been a few odd incidences, but there haven't been any for a while, two years or so. Is it possible for him to be a Muggleborn, too?"

"It's uncommon for there to be two Muggleborn siblings, I've only met three in my lifetime, but it can happen. If it would give you peace of mind, I would be happy to return later in the evening and perform some diagnostic spells on Henry, this way you will know for certain."

"I would appreciate that," she mumbled. "Henry is fascinated by you. Jack was always telling him stories about you and reading articles to him that featured you."

Hermione smiled sadly before taking the pen the grieving mother gave her and she signed everything but when it came to the final photograph, she signed it to Henry, making the mother cry harder.

"I'll return later to do the testing," Hermione promised.

The woman nodded through her tears and as Hermione walked past the mother, she placed a comforting hand on her shoulder before leaving the room and letting herself out of the house.

"Well, that was interesting," Dean commented when they were all in the car and free from prying eyes and ears.

Hermione chuckled and shook her head. "Yes, it was," she agreed as she released a sigh and tipped her head back against the seat. "Thank you,"

"For what?" Sam asked confused and they both turned in their seats to look back at her.

"For letting me handle it,"

Dean shrugged his shoulders. "It was you she needed to talk to, not us. We couldn't have done for her what you did. You gave her hope, you gave her son his wish of getting your autograph and you promised to take care of her son's murderer." His tone was different, she noticed. He spoke to her softer; there wasn't a glare or scowl on his face as she was accustomed to being on the receiving end of. He looked at her with something different in his eyes, something she couldn't quite decipher or name.

"Right, let's go, there's two more houses to visit and then we can head to the morgue. Hopefully, the other two victims aren't magical, I don't think I can deal with that again," she sighed, running a hand through her hair tiredly.

"You can," Dean assured her, "You're strong,"

She cocked an eyebrow at him. "What makes you say that?"

He sighed softly and she almost missed it. "Because you are."

He turned back around and faced forward and she caught Sam giving Dean a small smile before nodding to himself, apparently pleased with his brother's words and behaviour.

~000~000~000~

After visiting the families of the other victims, they'd determined they had nothing in common with the rest of the victims, once again, bringing them to a loss on how the victims were chosen. And after visiting the morgue with Hermione casting the diagnostic spells with Dean and Sam keeping a lookout, she'd determined they were definitely muggles. All three victims had the dark mark on their stomachs and they'd been tortured and killed using an Avada Kedavra.

Once they were finished at the morgue, darkness had not long since fallen and they returned to the motel, where Hermione crossed to the bed and flopped herself down onto the mattress, bouncing up slightly and then coming to a stop as she pushed her hair out of her face and then spread her arms out wide.

"I'm exhausted; whoever made these things," she lifted her leg and pointed to the heel and glared at it, "Needs drowning in holy water."

Sam laughed as he took a seat at the table and Dean chuckled as he leaned against the closed door and folded his arms over his chest, watching her amused.

"I'm being serious, only someone with demonic blood would create these things, even with Cushioning Charms they bloody hurt. I'm just glad the Balancing Charm works, otherwise, I would've fallen flat on my face hours ago." They snorted at her. "I'd like to see you two try and walk in them, in fact..." She sat up and smiled sweetly, pulling her wand from beneath her sleeve.

They noticed and were promptly on edge, watching her cautiously at the sudden change in her too sweet to be innocent smile.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked nervously, standing from the chair at the table and taking a subconscious step back from her.

"Nothing," she said lightly, shrugging her shoulders with a little smile. They never saw it coming when she suddenly had her wand trained on them and she promptly transfigured their shoes into heels. They both let out yells and curses as they lost their balance and immediately face planted the floor.

"Men," she rolled her eyes and walked away laughing, receiving curses in reply as she closed the bathroom door behind her.

She quickly changed into a pair of blue skinny jeans, a black form-fitting blouse and a pair of black ankle boots before leaving the bathroom. Dean and Sam had already changed into jeans and shirts and were both scowling at her and she couldn't help her laughing at their none too pleased expressions.

"What? I was merely proving a point," she said innocently, they both looked to another before rolling their eyes. "I'm starving," she commented with a frown.

"You've been saying that for the past four hours," Sam pointed out, sounding amused.

"So feed me then," she argued.

"I thought you wanted to see that kid," Dean reminded her.

She frowned thoughtfully. "Right, we'll see Henry and then you can feed me," she nodded.

~000~000~000~

"You're Hermione Granger, I can't believe Hermione Granger's in my house," the ten-year-old boy spoke with a tone of wonder as he stared at her star-struck. Hermione gave him a friendly smile and noted that he looked a lot like his brother, having the same blonde curly hair, bright green eyes and a similar nose.

Hermione shifted to get more comfortable in her spot on the couch whilst Dean and Sam sat either side of her, Henry sat on the armchair whilst his mother was in the kitchen giving them some privacy so they may talk and Hermione could run the tests.

"Jack loved you, he said you were his favourite person in the world," he spoke, sadness creeping into his voice and he looked down at the ground, fiddling with his fingers.

"I know he did, Henry, and one day we will meet, but for now I am here for you."

His head snapped up. "You are? Why?" He looked confused.

"You know that Jack was a wizard, correct?"

"Yeah, it's so cool," he grinned. "He used to do all these spells and things for me."

"He sounds like a wonderful big brother and I'm sure he's proud of you."

"I wish I was a wizard like him," he pouted.

Hermione smiled, "Henry, that's why I'm here. I've had a chat with your mother and I thought that it would be a good idea to test you."

"Test me for what?" He frowned.

"For magic," she replied, seeing the way his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open in surprise before a grin overtook her face.

"You think I could be a wizard like Jack?" He looked excited at the prospect.

"It's not common for there to be two Muggleborn siblings, but it is possible. Your mother said that strange things used to happen when you were younger, but hasn't for a while."

He nodded his head furiously, excitedly. "Yeah, when I was little I would get mad and mom's favourite vase would shatter. Sometimes my action man spoke to me."

"That sounds promising," Hermione mused. "If you don't mind, I'm going to cast a few magical spells on you, they won't hurt; you won't even know that I'm doing it."

"Do you promise it won't hurt?" He said, his voice quieting in nervousness.

"Gryffindor Princess Promise,"

He beamed at her in response. It's was something she used to say to her younger fans not long after the war and he seemed to recognise it, she supposed his brother had taught him it. She noticed Sam and Dean sharing a glance before looking at her confused but neither of them commented on her words.

"Ready?" She asked.

He took a deep breath, sat up straighter and his face set in determination, his brow furrowed. "Ready," he nodded. Hermione chuckled.

She pulled her wand from her sleeve and within five minutes of mutterings and wand-waving, a bright light encased Henry. It started small and quickly grew in size and the brightness of the light became blinding, forcing them to shut their eyes and turn away. When Hermione deemed it safe, she opened her eyes to see the light now a soft blue colour and she flicked her wand.

The soft blue light shrunk in size so that it could fit in the palm of a hand and it hovered above Henry's palm as he stared down at it in awe.

"What does it mean?" He asked.

"It means that you're a wizard, Henry, welcome to the Wizarding World," she grinned at him as he beamed in response. He stood from his seat and jumped at her, hugging her tightly. Hermione chuckled and gently patted his back. "Did your brother tell you about Muggleborns and how they are treated?" She asked him as he pulled back and retook his seat.

"He said that some people don't like us, that we shouldn't have magic."

She nodded and sighed softly. "There are some people that don't like Muggleborns, there are some that may call you names or bully you, but what you have to remember is that you are a wizard just as much as they are. You have magic, they have magic. You are human, they are human. You are equals, no matter how they may treat you or what they may say. And, you've got me on your side, if anyone ever gives you any bother all you have to do is owl me and I'll come to your school and set the little monsters straight," she promised and he laughed at her. "You do know how to use an owl, right?"

"Yeah, Jack used a school owl when he was away but he bought Kara last year," he shrugged.

"I guess that now means she's yours," she smiled. "My owl is called Ricky, he's a bit grumpy, just give him something sugary and he'll be right as rain. If you have any questions or if you just want to talk, you can owl me anytime, it may take a while for me to reply seeing as I'm constantly travelling with my job, but I will reply."

"What do you do?" He asked curiously.

"I'm the Head of the Magical Law Enforcement and Auror Department for the British Ministry of Magic, my job is to capture criminals and magical creatures that escape into this world."

"That's so cool," he grinned. "Someday I want to be just like you."

"If you pay attention in school and work hard, you could very well be."

"I hope so,"

"We better get going, Henry." He looked disappointed but he nodded. "Why don't you tell your mother the good news, and remember, you can owl me anytime."

He beamed, jumped up from his seat and hugged her tightly once more before he ran out of the room, disappearing from sight but not hearing distance and a smile pulled at Hermione's mouth as she heard Henry excitedly telling his mother the good news.