A/N: Completely AU from the beginning of the final battle, casualties from the final battle are different. I own nothing, Harry Potter and Supernatural are owned by their creators, I'm just playing with their creations for my own entertainment. No infringement is intended.

The Burrow, Ottery St. Catchpole, Devon, UK (One year after the final battle)

"Hermione, Mum wouldn't want you to give up going to school. Bill, George and I will be here, you go ahead to University, we'll take care of everything here." Harry told her, handing her one of the packed bags that were sitting on the bed.

She sighed and dropped the bag onto the floor. "She's still in the hospital Harry, I should be here."

Harry stepped up to his best friend, "Hermione, we all realize that you want to stay here until Molly is better. The healers told Bill that she may never wake up, that the stress of losing most of her family may just be too much for her and she might just stay in a coma."

Bill stepped into the bedroom where Hermione was arguing with Harry. "Mum would be pretty angry with you if you didn't go, Hermione. She would want you to live." He wrapped his arms around the dark haired girl. "Go to Uni, when you're ready, find a boyfriend or a girlfriend. Have someone to bring home to mum when she does wake up. Fleur and I will work on giving her grandchildren, George will work on giving her a daughter-in-law and if we badger him enough, maybe Harry will too." He released her from the hug and stepped back.

Harry snorted, "Not going to be happening, the only people that I could date only want to date the chosen one. I've had enough hero worship to last me a lifetime, and I don't want to replace Fred. I'll just stay here and take care of mum."

Bill laughed, "You know that when she wakes up, she'll be badgering you to get married, Harry. You two are her children as much as George and I are, she's going to expect grandchildren and a husband or wife for each of you. She's not going to let you stay single. She knows that you loved Fred, but she's going to want you to move on, just like she's going to want Hermione to do."

Hermione looked at both of them. "Are you sure? I don't want her to wake up and think that I've run off to escape. I loved Ron, and we were supposed to both go. Me going to school and him flooing or portkeying to work at the shop with Fred and George."

Harry smiled at her and grabbed her in a hug. "The house is ready for you to live in, I'll visit once a week to see how you're doing. If you need anything, just call for Kreacher or floo me, I mean it Hermione."

"I expect you to come and get me as soon as she wakes up. I will be terribly upset if I am not there the very day that she wakes up, do you both understand me?" she asked, giving them both a stern look.

Bill put his arm around her shoulders and squeezed. "We will hunt you down in class if we have to. She will wake up Hermione, we just have to give her enough time to deal with everything she's lost."

Hermione walked out the back door of the burrow and headed for the family plot. She dropped down in front of the line of newer markers and looked at each of them.

Arthur Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Percy Weasley, Fred Weasley, Ronald Weasley, and Ginevra Weasley.

All of them lost in the final battle against Voldemort, almost an entire family wiped out for their beliefs. She swiped at the tears that were falling from her eyes, waved her wand and conjured flowers for each of the graves. "I'm going to miss all of you so much, but Harry and Bill are right. Mum wouldn't want me to stop living, she would want me to move on and live my life. I'm going to University, Harry bought a house near the campus for me to live in. The school is in the US, so I won't be able to visit like I do now, but I will think about all of you every day."

She wiped her face again and stood up. "I love you all, and I'll be back when Molly wakes up." She brushed the dirt off of her pants and walked back toward the house.

18 months later, Stanford University

"Miss. Granger, I have a favor to ask of you." the Professor stated, staring at her.

"What can I do for you, Professor?" she asked, putting the last of her supplies into her bag.

The professor picked up a paper from her desk. "We have a scholarship student that started at the beginning of the semester, from what I understand, he was moved around a lot as a child and has never been to one school for very long. We would like for you to take him under your wing so to speak. Watch out for him and make sure that he is adjusting to life here at Stanford." The professor stopped reading the paper and handed it to Hermione. "His counselor is concerned, he doesn't seem to be making friends or embracing being here. Nothing but school work, he doesn't even speak to his roommate."

Hermione grimaced, wondering why they had asked her to do this. "You did so well with the girl we assigned you last semester, she has turned into a completely different girl. We were hoping that you would be able to help Sam the same way."

Hermione read the paper that the professor had handed to her.

Samuel Winchester

Freshman

pre-law

GPA 3.9

"He doesn't seem to be having any problems with the work, professor. So his only problem is socialization?" she asked.

"Just try to bring him out of his shell, hopefully he'll adjust before the end of the year."

Hermione sighed. "Bring him to the Cafeteria at 4. I'll see what I can do."

4pm, Stanford Cafeteria

Hermione sat a the small table waiting for her favorite professor to bring the new student to meet her. She couldn't wait to get home, Harry was supposed to get here tonight. He had kept his promise of visiting once a week, but he was coming to stay for a month this time. Molly had woken up six months ago, but she was still in St. Mungo's, she was still learning how to cope with the loss of most of her family. Harry had taken a portkey to Stanford as soon as he had finished hugging a newly awake Molly, grabbed Hermione and portkeyed back to St. Mungo's with her.

She sat at the small cafeteria table lost in thought until the professor tapped her gently on the shoulder.

"Hermione?"

Hermione lifted her head and smiled at the professor and the very tall young man standing next to her.

"Hermione Granger, this is Sam Winchester. Sam, this is Hermione. She's going to help you to adjust to college life." the professor said.

Hermione stood up and offered her hand to Sam. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Sam." she said with a large smile.

He smiled back. "It's nice to meet you too, Hermione."

Hermione wasn't a small girl, at 5'9" she was almost considered tall, but Sam was at least half a foot taller than her. "I almost feel tiny standing next to you." she told him with a laugh.

The professor patted each of them on the back and walked away.

She looked up at Sam, "I don't know about you, but I can't eat the garbage that they serve here. Why don't you come with me and we'll get to know each other over a real meal. My brother should be here by now, and he can cook, he'll make us dinner and we can talk about why the college is so worried about you."

Sam blushed, "It's really not necessary, I don't want to bother you."

Hermione grinned, "No bother at all, come on, I'm sure that someone your size could actually do with a good meal. My brother won't mind, he always cooks for me when he visits, leaves me with enough meals in the freezer to last until the next visit." She put a hand on his arm, "They're just going to assign someone else if you don't cooperate with me, and I don't like to fail at anything."

He laughed and turned toward the door. "Then I guess that I'm going with you and having dinner. Are you sure that it's no problem?" he asked.

"Harry takes after our best friend's mum, the more people at the table, the happier it makes him. Even better if they like to eat good food."

Sam smiled as they walked out the door and toward the parking lot. "I like to eat." he told her. "So, from your accent, I'll assume that you're from England. Isn't that a really long trip to cook dinners for you?"

Hermione laughed. "He comes to visit a lot, he's been working with a guy in South Dakota for the past year, so he's in and out of the country a lot. He stops to see me at least once a month, but he's staying here with me for a month this time."

"What does he do?" Sam asked.

Hermione smiled as she walked up to a dark blue Explorer in the parking lot. "He's a consultant, or at least that's what he tells me." she told him, motioning for him to get into the car. "Every couple of months I get a phone call from the guy he's working with, telling me that Harry is an idiot and he's not answering his phone. Could I get a hold of him and have him call Bobby?"

Sam fiddles around with his seat belt. "Have you met this guy he's working with?" he asked her, wondering if there was any chance that it could be the Bobby he knows.

"Just the one time, over summer break. I had a week off between summer and fall semesters so Harry took me with him." she said. "He was... unique," she said, not able to come up with another word to describe Bobby to Sam. "Older gentleman, beard, baseball cap, and a library of books I could have lost myself in, but he wouldn't even let me in the same room with them." she huffed. "Harry told me that he would explain everything as soon as I finished school."

Sam ran a hand over his face. "Look, Hermione. I'm pretty sure that the guy you're describing is my Uncle Bobby."

Hermione looked over at him when she got to a stop light. "Bobby Singer is your Uncle?" she asked. "I'm not really sure that I want him to know that I know you, he might start calling more often." she said with a shudder.

Sam laughed, looking over at the look on Hermione's face. "Then don't tell him, and don't let Harry tell him either."

Harry was thrilled to have someone else to cook for, and by the time that the table had been cleared of food, Sam felt like he was going to explode. They had talked about Bobby, and Harry had promised that he would not tell the man that he had met Sam.

"So Sam, what did you say your last name was?" Harry asked, dropping the last of the silverware into the sink.

Sam put the plates that he had been carrying down on the counter. "It's Winchester." he told Harry.

Harry stopped what he was doing and turned toward Sam. "Winchester, as in Sam Winchester, son of John, and brother of Dean?" he asked.

Sam staggered back, his face a pasty white. "You know my dad and brother?" he asked.

Harry stepped over to him slowly and led him to a chair. "Your father and I have met," he said with a bit of hesitation. "Right now we kind of have a mutual dislike of each other." he said. "Your brother on the other hand," he said, blushing. "yeah, we've met a few times." He ran a hand over his face. "Look, I won't tell Bobby or your Dad that I met you, but if Dean asks, I'm not sure that I could lie to him about it."

Hermione, who had just been listening and letting the two talk, decided to put her two cents in. "Wait a minute, Dean, isn't that the guy you've been drooling over for the past six months?" she asked, dropping down in the chair next to Sam. Harry covered his face. "The same guy that you've been dropping everything for if he calls you?"

Harry peeked at Hermione through his fingers. "Can we not discuss this with his brother sitting right here?"

Sam laughed, "Please continue, I would love to hear about you drooling over my brother, I'm pretty sure that he's straight though."

Harry dropped his hands from his face, "A man can hope can't he?" he said. "Look, Bobby sent me when your brother had gotten into a little jam, I was closer to where he was, so I went to help." he looked at both of them, expectant looks on their faces. "I can't help it, he's hot." he said, throwing his hands in the air. "He's called me maybe ten times in the past six months, when he could use a little help with a job he's working on."

Sam looked at Harry, he didn't look like a hunter. "So you've been helping my brother with jobs for the past six months. I know what my brother's job is Harry, you don't look like you could be much help."

Harry huffed, "I have some very special skills, people with these skills are almost always from Europe. Bobby knows a couple of people from our government, he's one of the very few that know about people with my skills. My government contacted me about helping him with some problems that were happening over here, so I dropped everything and came over to meet him."

Sam looked at Harry, "Since we both know what my brother and Bobby do, why don't we just discuss it."

Harry looked over at Sam, and then at Hermione. "Hermione doesn't know. I promised that I would tell her when she finished school. I don't want her to think that she has to get involved, she was in enough danger while we were in school, I don't want her to feel like she has to help me again." he turned his head toward Hermione then shoved his chair away from her. "She's gonna blow." he said as he stood up and started to run from the room.

"Harry James Potter!" she shouted, standing up from her chair and heading toward Harry.

Sam looked from Hermione to Harry. "Harry Potter? Wait a minute, what exactly is going on here?" he asked them both. "I've heard of you, Bobby told us stories about wand users, and that they were in the middle of a war in magical England. You're that Harry Potter?"

Harry blushed and ran his hand through his hair. "Sorry. Hi, I'm Harry Potter, wizard."

Sam leaned back in his chair, "You were involved in that magical war?" he asked Hermione.

She sat back down in her chair. "Harry and I went to Hogwarts together, with our best friend Ron. During the final battle of the war, most of Ron's family was killed. I was dating Ron, Harry was dating Ron's older brother Fred. Ron's dad, his only sister, and all but two of his brothers were killed during that fight. We spent the next year living with the two surviving brothers, waiting for their mum to come out of a coma. I fought in that battle, I fought the whole war right along side Harry." she explained.

"Bobby knows who you are, do Dean and my dad?" Sam asked.

Harry pulled on his hair and then went back to his chair. "Hermione, remember, I'm not asking you to get involved here. You just continue with school and let me do what I do best." he said to her.

"We'll see, Harry. Just what have you gotten yourself into now?" she replied.

Harry huffed and started picking at his nails. "A little over a year ago, Bobby contacted some people he knows at the Ministry of Magic. He asked for some help, it seems that there is a growing demon problem over here." he told them. "When Kingsley mentioned it, I volunteered to come over and see what I could do to help. I met Bobby, he and I got along really well, so I told Kingsley that I would help Bobby as much as I possibly could."

He looked over at Hermione again. "The magic over here is wonky, Hermione. The creatures that we learned about in school are a lot different here. Werewolves eat human hearts, ghosts kill people, I had to do whatever I could to help. I work with hunters, if someone that Bobby knows needs help, he calls me."

Sam looked from Harry to Hermione, then jerked his head back to Harry. "Didn't you say that my brother had called you?"

Harry dropped his chin to his chest. "I know that I'm working with Bobby, but when he sent me to help your brother, I gave Dean my number and told him to call me if he needed help, instead of calling Bobby first." he glanced up at Sam. "I had already met your dad, while he was there his phone started ringing, I looked over and your brother's name was on the screen, he just ignored it. Your brother called at least three times a day the whole time your dad was there and he just ignored him." Harry clenched his fists. "On the third day, Dean called Bobby for help and I went to help him. Your dad is a douche-bag." he told Sam.

Hermione rounded on Harry and opened her mouth to start lecturing him, but the sound of Sam laughing stopped her. She turned to Sam and just stared.

"You are one of many that my dad has pissed off." he told Harry.

Harry nodded his head, "Yeah, Dean is the one who called him a douche-bag, for what he did to you. He refuses to hunt with your dad now, that's why he's called me. Told me that you deserved to live your own life, so he planned to stay away. He's really proud of you, you know."

Sam looked down at his hands, "Dean practically raised me, my dad was always out chasing the demon that killed my mom, and he left Dean there to take care of me."

Hermione reached over and put her hand over Sam's. "You know, you don't have to ignore your brother. Send him a text every now and then. Write him a letter, let him know how you're doing. You could even send him your grades at the end of the semester, to let him see how well you're doing." She patted the hand under hers. "I'm sure that Harry could deliver messages to him if you wanted."

"I can do that if you want. Any message you want me to give him when I see him next?" Harry asked.

Sam swallowed hard and looked up at Harry. "Yeah, could you tell him that I miss him, and his terrible music?"

Harry laughed, "I'll tell him the first part, but I've kind of grown attached to the music. It's bad ass Sam, riding down the road in that amazing car, AC/DC or Metallica blaring out of the speakers, there is nothing quite like it." Harry smiled at him. "I still can't get him to let me drive her."

Sam chuckled, "I barely got to drive the impala, he loves that car more than anything."

Two weeks later

They were eating dinner when Harry's phone started ringing. He snatched it out of his pocket and pressed the button to answer. "Yeah," he said into the phone. He looked at Hermione and Sam and got up from the table. "Where Bobby?" he barked into the phone. He grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled, then interrupted the man on the other end. "Damn it, Bobby. Just tell me where." He listened for a minute then pressed the button on his phone. He looked at the other two in the room with him, pulled out his wand, turned on his heel and with a pop, dissapeared.

Sam turned and looked at Hermione, "What just happened?"

Harry appeared in a dark, dank room with a small, quiet pop. He looked around and saw the two men, tied up and someone or something pacing around Dean. Dean was in the center of the room tied to a pole, blood running down the side of his face and patches of the same thick red in places on his shirt. On the far side of the room, John was tied to a chair against the far wall. He was watching the thing walk around his oldest son, knife gripped in it's hand. Harry quietly stepped back into the shadows, not quite sure what he was dealing with.

"So Winchester, I'm going to kill your sons, one at a time." the creature said, drawing the knife down Dean's chest. "Send them down to hell, where more demons will torture them for eternity."

Harry drew in a quick breath, a demon, this he knew how to deal with. He aimed his wand at the ceiling, whispering a spell to put a devil's trap above the demon. As soon as it had appeared, Harry stepped out of the shadows chanting an exorcism. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica adjuramus te. cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque aeternae Perditionis venenum propinare." he took a deep breath as he watched the demon scream. "Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei." He rushed over to Dean as soon as the black smoke escaped from the body it was inhabiting. He severed the ropes that were binding Dean and caught the unconscious man as he dropped.

Harry looked over at John, "Did you use Dean as bait for that damn demon?" he asked.

John pulled at the ropes holding him to the chair. "It's none of your business boy, you let it get away, I didn't even get to question it." he jerked his arms, yanking the ropes. "Now untie me so that I can try and find another one. I have questions that I need answers to."

Harry sneered at the man. "You let that demon trap your son so that you could ask it questions? What kind of arsehat are you?" Harry shifted Dean around, being a few inches shorter than the older man was making it difficult to hold him up. "I'm going to loosen your ropes, but I'm taking Dean out of here."

"Untie me you damn witch." he shouted. Harry waved his wand to loosen the ropes and dragged Dean out of the building. He waved his wand at the impala, focusing on the garage of the house where Hermione lived. He stumbled toward the car as John ran out the door of the building.

"Get back here, and let my son go!" John yelled.

Harry lunged at the impala, "Bugger off!" he shouted just as his and Dean's hands connected with the hood of the car. John rushed forward just as the two disappeared.