EPILOGUE

Summary: Hermione Granger, an accomplished witch is working a particularly trying case and is in need of help. Deputy Sheriff Jordan Parrish is a hellhound and just the one she needs. When a fiery witch and a fire-proof supernatural being work together, sparks are sure to fly and Hermione and the Deputy find that they need each other for more than one reason. Rated M for a reason.

Disclaimer: I do not own canon events and characters, they belong to J.K Rowling and the creators of Teen Wolf and MTV. This is purely for entertainment purposes and I am not making a profit from the posting of this. This is set after The Wild Hunt but disregards everything afterwards, so there was no war between the supernatural and humans, there is no Monroe or Gerard and there are no hunters. At least for now! Also, Parrish is 23 and Hermione is 24. Oh, and I'm fudging the time line a bit, too.

AN:

And here's the last chapter. Thank you for taking the time to read or review and I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I loved writing it. It was a nice change from my HP x Twilight crossovers. If you would like to see more HP x Teen Wolf crossovers in the future, let me know.

Page count: 6

Three years later...

Three years had passed since Hermione and The Deputy had met each other. Three years of working troubling cases and fighting creatures and beasts. Three years of getting injured and countless near death experiences. Three years of teasing and laughter, of fights and arguments, but most importantly, three years of love and happiness.

Three months after dating, they confessed their love for each other and Hermione officially asked Jordan to move in with her, no longer being her 'roommate' and she had been right, much to his surprise, there was a massive difference between the two.

Six months after dating, Jordan proposed and asked for her hand in marriage, and it had been quite unexpected. They'd been working a case together which forced them to Russia after chasing the creature responsible. They'd gotten lost in the middle of nowhere, it was dark and snowing, and Hermione had been so cold that her lips had turned blue and he had to turn into his hellhound form and wrap himself around her to stop her from getting hypothermia.

They'd made it back to London in time and Hermione had been bed bound for three days, and after seeing her so vulnerable, seeing her looking so small and fragile, he knew he wanted to marry her. He'd popped the question whilst she was sneezing into a tissue and sipping at some soup. It hadn't been romantic or thought out, it'd been a spur of the moment kind of thing, and he'd surprised her so much, she hadn't spoken for ten minutes until tears suddenly ran down her face and she nodded vigorously, accepting his proposal. He'd never felt happier on that day.

Nine months after dating, they moved out of the apartment and bought a house together. It was in the middle of nowhere surrounded by fields and trees, but they liked the silence and serenity of the property. Given what they did for a living, it was a peaceful, calm environment to come home to.

Twelve months after dating, they had a magical wedding ceremony held on their property and they invited all of their friends and colleagues from work. It had been a lovely sunny day and luckily everything had gone off without a hitch. Neither of them could've asked for anything more. They honeymooned for two weeks, travelling around Europe once more. After their honeymoon, they'd gone to Beacon Hills in order to have a second, smaller wedding ceremony, where they'd invited the sheriff and deputies, Chris, Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Malia, Liam, Corey and Mason, and they'd done so at the nearby chapel.

In the years that followed and despite living in London, Hermione and Jordan made sure to visit Beacon Hills at least three times a year, in order to keep in contact with those that had been left behind, and they made sure to schedule it for when the teens would be home and visiting from college.

Two years after meeting, they'd discovered that Hermione was pregnant with their first child, and they'd both decided that they didn't wish to know the gender as they wanted it to be a surprise.

And now three years later found Hermione and Jordan visiting Beacon Hills, as she was heavily pregnant and it would be a while before they got the chance to visit again. Of course, Hermione hadn't been able to fly or port key with neither option being safe, so they'd gotten a temporary international floo license, and with her unable to apparate, it made it hard to get around. Their friends had been curious to know how she'd gotten across the pond given her pregnancy, but they'd both remained tight lipped about the whole thing since none of them knew of her magic. They were still curious about her and her abilities, but they'd learned to grow used to never getting the answers they wanted.

Hermione and Jordan were staying in a nearby motel, and whilst she had stayed behind to take a nap, Jordan had gone to the station with the sheriff to see his old work colleagues. She'd been having back pains for hours and just wanted to rest, hoping that sleep would dull the ache. He'd only been gone an hour when Hermione woke with the urgent need to pee, and so she struggled to sit up and waddled to the bathroom, only for her waters to break.

She panicked. She was in pain. Their baby had decided they'd waited long enough. Her husband was elsewhere. She was alone. She had no way of contacting him, or of phoning an ambulance, so she did the only thing she could think of. She grabbed the car keys to the rental parked out the front, climbed into the car and drove. The station was far closer to the motel than it was the hospital and to be honest, she didn't think she would make it that far. She'd been timing her contractions and the baby was determined to be out of her. Hopefully someone at the station would be able to help her whilst they phoned for an ambulance, and with some luck, the baby would wait until medical help arrived.

She pulled up outside the station and left the car, not bothering to remove the key from the ignition or to shut the door behind her, as she struggled towards the door and barged inside, all sounds stopping upon her entrance as they turned to her in surprise, seeing her doubled over, a look of pain on her face and the sweat that was slicking her skin.

"The baby's coming," she panted out. No one moved. "I said the bloody baby's coming!" She screeched.

Everyone jumped up from their desks and ran around like headless chickens, whilst the sheriff and her husband came barrelling out of his office to stare at her with wide, surprised eyes.

"Isn't anyone going to do something?" She snapped, bracing herself against the door frame as another contraction hit her and she cried out in pain.

They both rushed over to her, the sheriff started barking out orders which included for someone to find some blankets and put them on the floor, whilst someone else retrieved the cushions from the couch in his office and put them on the ground, too. They helped her over to little cozy area they'd tried to make for her, and once she was on the ground, Jordan moved to sit behind her, his legs on either side of her and his body supporting hers whilst she gripped his hand tightly as she went through her contractions. He was just glad for his enhanced strength as it didn't hurt as much as he thought it might if he were a regular human.

"How did you get here, Hermione?" He asked gently, rubbing at her shoulders with his other hand and hoping to distract her from the pain.

"I drove,"

"What!"

"I panicked, I was alone and I had no way of calling you or an ambulance. The station's a lot closer than the hospital and I wouldn't have made it."

Another scream tore from her as another contraction hit.

"Sheriff, the ambulance is going to be another ninety minutes, there's been a six car pileup and that takes priority," Claus spoke, a new deputy who'd only been there six months.

"She doesn't have ninety minutes, they baby's coming now." He grumbled from his place kneeling beside her and he gave her a sympathetic look for the situation she was in.

"Well someone better pull themselves together and delivery my baby, or I swear, I will castrate each and every single one of you!" Hermione snapped, and all the men paled, there only being one female deputy.

The sheriff pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Alright, I need towels, a bowl of hot water, scissors, and something to tie off the umbilical cord." No one moved. "Now!" He barked, before the deputies rushed off to get what he needed. "Okay, Hermione, I'm just going to see how far along you are."

"Have you done this before?" She asked, crying out through the pain.

"Not really,"

"Great."

It took a bit off shuffling, but they were able to get her underwear off and he shifted her dress, his face immediately paling.

"What's that look for?" She asked in panic.

He cleared his throat. "It seems you're a lot further along than I realised."

"I... I think I need to push," she cried.

"Strauss, move your ass!" The sheriff called.

The deputy rushed into the room with an armful of towels, before handing them to him and stepping back, waiting with the others who looked traumatised by the whole ideal, even if some of them had kids themselves.

"Whenever you're ready, Hermione," he told her softly.

She nodded and took a deep breath before she pushed, crying out against the pain and squeezing her husband's hand as he whispered words of comfort and love into her ear.

"I see the head, keep going," the sheriff encouraged.

Hermione gave another push and cried out once more, before their attention was drawn when the door was thrown open and Stiles rushed into the station.

"I got the call, what's happening?" He panted out, leaning over slightly before moving closer.

"I'm having a baby!" Hermione snapped. Stiles' face went white, before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fainted, collapsing on the floor in a heap. "Idiot," she cried out through another push.

Moments later Malia and Lydia rushed into the station, and hearing Hermione's cries they quickly understood the situation and they stepped over the unconscious heap on the floor with a roll of their eyes, and they both rushed to Hermione's side.

Lydia grabbed one of the smaller towels and dipped it into the bowl of water, before patting down Hermione's forehead, and Malia kneeled on her other side, taking Hermione's other hand in her own, and a look of concentration filled her eyes and suddenly Hermione's pain eased as Malia numbed it for her. Hermione was physically able to see her pain being pulled from her body by the way the veins in Malia's arms went black, and she gasped herself.

"Thank you," Hermione panted. "You're far better than an epidural."

Malia snorted at her but didn't release her hand, instead she gave it a comforting squeeze.

"Hermione, you have to keep pushing, we've almost got the shoulders out," the sheriff spoke.

Hermione let out another cry before she pushed and Malia took her pain as she did so. Sometime later a loud cry was heard and Hermione collapsed back into her husband, exhausted and breathless. The sheriff cut the umbilical cord and tied it off, before wrapping the baby in a towel.

"You did so well," Lydia praised her, a smile on her face and happy tears in her eyes.

Lydia had gotten over her problem with Hermione fairly quickly, given that she'd stopped the hunters from committing genocide, she clearly made Jordan happy and she'd learned that Hermione really was a kind hearted person. Unless you pissed her off, then she was terrifying.

"Congratulation," the sheriff said. "You are parents to a beautiful baby boy."

Hermione cried happy tears as their son was pressed into her arms, and she and her husband looked down at him adoringly whilst Lydia and Malia moved back to give them some privacy.

Hermione didn't think he could be anymore perfect. He had a thick head of brown hair, a shade in-between her own and her husband's, and when he opened his eyes, they were chocolate brown with flecks of amber, a perfect representation of them both. His little arms broke free from the towel and skimmed her chin as they moved.

"He's perfect," she whispered.

"Just like his mother," Jordan replied, placing a gentle kiss to her cheek and resting his chin on her shoulder to look down at their son. "I have never loved you more, and I have never been prouder."

She turned her head to look at him. "I love you," she spoke.

He smiled at her widely. "Love you, too," he replied, pecking her on the lips, before shifting from behind her so he could hold their son.

"Thank you, Sheriff," Hermione spoke, turning to look at him.

He gave her a smile. "No worries, but I'm now scarred for life."

She chuckled at him. "You and me both, he wasn't due for another four weeks."

"He seems perfectly healthy, but the paramedics will check him over when they eventually get here. And this is a first, a lot's happened in this station but there's never been a child delivery."

"Glad I could tick that off the list," she replied, and laughter broke out.

The door burst open and Scott ran in, looking panicked. "What happened?" He questioned frantically.

"I had a baby," she said.

"Oh, is that all," he said, before he caught sight of the baby in his father's arms, and like Stiles, he fainted, too.

"Boys," she muttered, whilst Malia and Lydia rolled their eyes.

"So, have you thought of a name?" The sheriff asked them, happily taking the little bundle in his arms when Jordan passed him over and Malia and Lydia moved to stand beside him so they could look over his shoulder at the newborn, and they cooed happily, something Hermione thought she'd never see Malia do.

"Actually, we have," Jordan spoke, taking Hermione's hand in his own and wrapping an arm around her shoulders to pull her to lean against him.

"And?"

Hermione and Jordan shared a smile and then turned to him. "Noah," they said in unison.

"What!" He spluttered in surprise.

"That's his name, Noah," Jordan spoke. The sheriff stared at them, speechless.

"Noah Parrish, I like it," Lydia commented, smiling down at the newborn. "Well, Noah Parrish, you are the cutest little man I have ever seen," Lydia cooed.

"I could eat him," Malia nodded. The sheriff, Lydia, Hermione and Jordan all snapped their eyes to her. "Not literally," she said. "Isn't that what people say when a baby's cute?"

They shook their heads at her before Lydia was given the chance to hold Noah, then Malia who was a little hesitant, and the sheriff took him once more so he could take him over to the deputies, before he was passed back to Hermione, just as the ambulance arrived and the paramedics rushed in.

"You're too late," the sheriff said unhappily.

Not long later, Hermione, Jordan and their baby where in the ambulance and on the way to the hospital.

"So, do you regret meeting me?" Hermione asked her husband, who was cradling their baby boy gently, staring down at him lovingly.

"No, meeting you was the best thing that could've happened to me," he replied, looking up at her with a smile and his eyes flashed the fiery amber that she loved so much.

"Even though I'm a handful?"

"I wouldn't have you any other way," he said truthfully.

"And my fire?"

"I'm fire-proof. I'll be fine, but if Noah has both of our fires, we're screwed."

She laughed at him. "He'll have our fire, but we can handle it."

"As long as we're together, we can handle anything."