CHAPTER ONE

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.

AN

This starts were season five left off but with a few changes. Sam somehow reclaims his body and banishes Michael, Adam and Lucifer to the cage. He doesn't get trapped and he keeps his soul. Dean doesn't retire, Castiel and Bobby still survive and Ellen and Jo are alive. They are still hunting, doing everything as they normally would together. I'm also changing the timeline and ages a little. Hermione will be 26, Dean will be 28 and Sam will be 24. I know it doesn't actually work out that way, what with Dean and Hermione being born in the same year, but I wanted to make them younger instead of being 30.

Also, seeing as I am British and have no idea regarding American geography, all of my research was carried out on Google maps, just letting you know as a warning in case I get something wrong.

Just a quick note, I am a Northern Lass (for viewers that reside in England and understand what I mean) and although I try very hard to reign that side of me in, it does tend to show in my writing style and the slang, phrases and terms I use. I'm working on it.

And a quick note, I've re-read all of the reviews whilst I've been editing this and I just wanted to clarify something. Yes, I am aware that Harry did not keep the Elder Wand, and I am aware that Voldemort's body did not turn into ash after his death, but I've made it so for this fic. The beauty of fanfiction is that you can change and mould events and characters however you wish to, bending them to you will, which is what I've done here. If something seems to be out of place, I promise, it was my intentions to make it so.

I hope you all enjoy. This has been one of my top five favourites to write so far, maybe even top three.

This fic does have some Ron bashing.

Page count: 7

Hermione ran through the dark, dense forest, skilfully leaping over fallen branches and tree roots and ducking between trees and under low hanging branches. She was in South Dakota, close to the town of Sioux Falls, as she chased after three rogue Death Eaters she'd been tracking. From what she'd learned so far, they were only low ranking members of the Psycho Squad, but they'd still hurt a lot of people and would continue to do so if she didn't stop them.

The war had been over for close to nine years and unfortunately, there were still Death Eaters on the run, some being fugitives from the time of the war and others being newly recruited in the last nine years. A lot of the Death Eaters that'd been caught were actually new recruits and when they were transferred to holding cells, they barely knew their names. Harry dealt with the Death Eaters and crime in the Wizarding World, Hermione's jurisdiction was the Muggle World; they'd gone through Auror training together but now worked in separate departments.

The Death Eaters she was tracking had killed twenty-four people in the nine months they had been on her radar, but as bad as it may sound, she'd had other cases that were of greater importance and had a higher death count, but now that she'd closed those cases, she was able to focus on the three criminals she was currently chasing. As it was, she'd only been expecting one so it had been a surprise to discover there were three of them, and whilst she wasn't comfortable with having three opponents and there only being one of her, she could honestly say she's faced worse odds and been in more dangerous situations in the past.

Hermione ducked behind a tree as a dark orange spell was sent her way, one she recognised to be a dangerous Slicing Hex that would've taken her head off if she hadn't moved in time, and she heard the 'thud' of a tree branch being severed and falling to the ground.

She peeked around the thick trunk of the tree and threw a Stupefy at one of them, missing her target by millimetres, quickly followed by a Petrificus Totalus to a second opponent which was blocked clumsily, the shield shattering under the force. She'd already placed Anti-apparition wards around the forest, ensuring they couldn't escape by magical means and she knew the Death Eaters were heading out of the forest, ready to apparate away from her. She darted out from behind the tree when she heard their footsteps crunching against the dry leaves and snapping twigs beneath their weight, and she chased after them, picking up her pace despite the painful stitch that was beginning to make an appearance in her side, and it being difficult to chase down three assailants by herself.

She threw up a shield, blocking a nasty curse that would've easily caused her lungs to fill with blood if it hit its target. Narrowing her eyes, she allowed the shield to drop and she threw an Impedimenta followed by an Incarcerous at the one responsible and the robed figure ducked behind a tree to avoid them both, not being able to get a shield up fast enough.

The edge of the forest appeared a lot quicker than Hermione realised, the three figures turned to look at her with their black robes tied and hoods up, skull masks covering their faces, they turned on their heels and apparated with sharp 'cracks'.

"Shite!" Hermione cursed, skidding to a stop and catching herself against a tree to stop herself from falling to the ground.

She pulled herself upright and quickly went about casting tracking spells; she knew she could only go after one of the three as they likely would've split up. She locked her wand onto the coordinates of the shortest distance from her and she spun on her heel.

She landed in the middle of what looked to be a salvage yard. Old and totalled cars piled high on top of each other, the ground dry and dusty, the sun beamed down hot on her back and she had to squint against the sunlight. She sighed. There were too many places her target could hide; she would have to be on her guard. With her wand gripped tightly in her hand and her white Auror robes fastened securely around her, her hood up covering her face and her trusty beaded bag safely tucked away in her robe pocket, she slowly walked through the aisles of cars, her eyes searching her surroundings carefully and checking every direction.

After twenty minutes of walking through the maze without finding her suspect, she became annoyed. She lifted her wand, sat it gently against her palm and whispered,

"Point me."

Her wand lifted off her palm and hovered in the air as it spun uncontrollably until it came to a sudden stop, pointing north. She cautiously followed the directions of her wand until she could either go left or right and the wand pointed left. Hermione turned left and she continued walking until she saw a house in the distance, she squinted, being sure that she could see several figures.

One wearing black robes and the other two were wearing...

"Shit! Muggles!"

~000~000~000~

Dean Winchester was a satisfied man; he and his brother had saved the world from Lucifer, Sam had expelled Lucifer from his body and they'd trapped him in the cage along with their resurrected half-brother, Adam, and the angel, Michael, that had possessed his body. Castiel was alive and so was Bobby, and he didn't know how they'd survived, but they had.

Life was back to normal; driving his baby, travelling, hunting monsters, exorcising demons and eating pie. God, he loved pie!

After working a few cases in which they'd killed a werewolf, a wendigo and a succubus, they decided it was time to visit Bobby for a little respite and possibly some help. He and Sam had picked up a trail and were working on a case and they were struggling to identify the culprit and needed to do some research and Bobby had the best resources available to any Hunter. Well, Sam needed to do some research as it was his forte, Dean preferred the investigating side of the job, and whilst Sam was busy, he'd happily occupy himself with eating pie.

Bobby had gone for supplies leaving the two brothers on their own at the salvage yard. Sam was sat outside on the steps of the porch trying to do find the answers to their problem and Dean was outside, too, annoying his younger brother as usual. He was currently serenading Sam with his radio turned up full blast and singing along to his favourite rock songs, just waiting for Sam to snap.

"Dean?" Sam said sighing, not looking up from the book perched on his lap as he turned another page.

Dean grinned in response and proceeded to sing louder, his words all but being shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Dean?" Sam spoke louder, trying to be heard over the loud, distracting music.

He looked up and away from his book to see Dean holding a hand up to his ear, motioning that he couldn't hear him with the other hand.

"DEAN!" Sam finally snapped, an annoyed look on his face.

Dean burst into laughter and reached into the car, finally turning off the radio. "I wondered how long it'd take you to lose your rag," he smirked, leaning back against the car and crossing his arms over his chest while Sam sighed and turned his eyes back to his book. "Found anything useful, Sammy?"

"No, it doesn't help when you're being a bitch," Sam said with a scowl.

"Jerk!" he replied.

Sam shook his head and lifted his eyes to his brother, catching sight of something in the distance. His eyes widened and he stood up, the book falling from his lap and dropping to the ground with a dull 'thud'. Dean turned twisted his body to look behind him in confusion before his own eyes widened when he saw what had caught Sam's attention.

There was a figure wearing a scary as hell skull mask, what looked to be black graduation robes and the hook pulled up, and they were gripping a strange wooden stick in their hand.

"Hey, Pal, Halloween's not for another seven months!" Dean called.

"Dean," Sam hissed in warning, but his eyes didn't move from being locked on the strangely dressed figure.

The figure in question seemed to turn their attention to them after Dean's words, and neither of them liked the way a wave of danger seemed to settled over them when he started advancing on them, a slight limp in his steps as if he were injured. Dean and Sam both moved far away from the Impala, stepping to the side and moving closer to the house and they pulled their handguns from the waistband of their jeans, training them on the advancing figure with a confidence and aim that could only come from years of practice.

"If you don't stop I'll shoot you," Dean warned; his voice void of any emotion and his eyes narrowed dangerously.

The figure gave a deranged laugh that sent shivers down their spines, and with him being too close for comfort and looking as though he didn't plan to stop, Dean was about to pull the trigger when something stopped him. A shout.

Dean and Sam both looked at a spot over the strange figure's shoulder as he did the same, their eyes locking onto a second figure in the distance, this one wearing white graduation robes with the hood pulled up and gripping a wooden stick in their hand. Judging by the height and frame, they'd guessed the one wearing black robes to be a man, whilst they knew the one wearing white was female by the voice.

"Leave them alone; they're under my protection," the woman called.

Dean wanted to snort at the statement but something held him back.

~000~000~000~

Hermione plucked her wand from the air and held it tightly as she ran forward, shouting,

"Hey!" She yelled, gaining the attention of the Death Eater as well as the two muggles. "Leave them alone; they're under my protection!"

She was close enough that she could see the handguns held by both muggles and she knew that she had to be very careful.

"Mudblood," he spat, his smirk hidden behind his mask when she flinched. "So glad you could join the party."

"Psychotic Bastard," she replied coldly. "Unfortunately for you, the party's over."

"And what is a weak Mudblood like you going to do?" He taunted with a laugh.

"I'm so weak that I helped to kill Voldemort?" she asked. The laughter stopped and she prepared herself for what was to come, she could feel the hatred he had for her and knew it wasn't going to be pleasant. "If I were you, I'd run and get out of the way," she said to the muggles, but they couldn't see her face for her hood being pulled up and hiding her features. They looked at her dumbly, blinking in surprise and confusion. "You'll get caught in the crossfire, I can't protect you and apprehend him, so you better..." She didn't get to finish her sentence as a very recognisable beam of yellow light was thrown at her, the Cruciatus Curse.

She dropped to the ground onto her stomach and the Unforgivable went flying over her head, slamming into a tree in the distance.

"Stupefy," she called, the spell missing when the Death Eater moved out of the way and she quickly climbed to her feet.

"Sectumsempra," he snarled, but she was able to jump off to the side just in time and the nasty curse missed.

"You Death Eaters and your spells, all so predictable," Hermione taunted. "Rictumsempra," she called.

He blocked. "Really? A Tickling Jinx? How did you survive so long? You're weak, pathetic." He sneered, but when he looked up, Hermione wasn't there; she was behind him and running towards the muggles so she could get them to safety.

"Sanguinem," the Death Eater called.

Hermione turned, her eyes narrowing on the powerful dark curse that caused blood to expel from every orifice if it hit its target and she didn't wish to experience the effects of such a curse firsthand.

"Protego," she called, casting a blue shield in front of herself.

The shield was strong enough that it held but the spell collided with her shield and knocked her off her feet, sending her flying backwards. The two muggles dropped their arms and stepped aside, Hermione passing through the gap between them and she slammed against the railing on the porch of the house, the wood splintering and littering the floor. She crashed into the wall of the house before falling forward, landing on the ground on her stomach and with a loud 'thump' and she groaned which was followed by a wince of pain.

"Son of a..." She was cut off when another Sectumsempra was sent her way, narrowly missing her head.

She narrowed her eyes and shakily got to her feet, using part of the still standing porch railing to pull herself up and she leaned against a support beam, already being able to feel bruises forming on her back from the impact of hitting the railing.

"Reducto," she yelled, pushing herself away from the beam and standing tall. "Flipendo, Impedimenta," she fired off.

He didn't have time to block all three spells and the Impedimenta caught him in the chest. He flew backwards, hitting against the side of a totalled car, the vehicle making a noise of displeasure and rattling due to the impact.

"Not so nice, is it?" Hermione muttered.

She pressed a hand to the back of her head, pulling it away and glad to see there was no blood before she shook her head and descended the porch steps, moving closer to him. When she was happy with her closeness but also the distance still between them, she was stood in the gap left by the gawking, surprised muggles, both of them stood several feet away and on either side of her.

"Avada Kedavra," the Death Eater sneered as he climbed to his feet.

"Shite! Duck!" Hermione shouted.

She dropped to the floor and, thankfully, the muggles listened to her as the spell ricocheted off a broken mirror, once more going over their heads and slamming into another totalled car. She turned to look at the car, smoke was pouring from it as a hole was burned into the car door and the windows shattered, glass covering the ground.

"Alright," Hermione huffed. "Now, I'm mad."

Without warning, she pushed herself up off the ground and she fired off five spells so quick, it took the Death Eater by surprise. He was able to block the first three, but not the last two, the third spell making him stumble backwards, the fourth shattering his shield entirely and the fifth hit its target.

"Confringo," she muttered, setting the tail of his robes on fire and when he turned his attention to putting out the flames, she called out, "Petrificus Totalus."

The Death Eater suddenly froze, his arms locking against his sides and his legs straightening as he fell to the ground, face planting the floor. She would've felt sorry for him if he hadn't thrown two Unforgivables at her that day; understandably she wasn't fond of them. She waved her wand and the beam of light hit the Death Eater and the flames were extinguished.

Being grateful that it was now over, she let out a sigh of relief which she regretted as it was soon followed by a wince of pain, bringing her hand up to rub at her aching chest where she'd landed on a bit of broken wood, and honestly, it hurt like hell. She knew she'd have bruises and only hoped she hadn't broken anything in the process.

Still, with her hand rubbing at her aching chest, she turned on her heel to face the staring muggles. They'd both moved so they were now standing beside each other, their faces held confusion and surprise and their eyes watched her cautiously, their handguns still held tightly in their grip and down by their sides.

"Cas? Cas!" One of the muggles shouted and she felt herself panic.

"I'm sorry about this, you won't remember what happened; you'll have a few blank spots," she said.

She lifted her wand but before she could mutter the Memory Removal Charm, her hand was pressed to her stomach and blood was soaking through her white robes. She looked down to her stomach with wide eyes, and then she fell to the floor unconscious.