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Fic: Damned Demented Demons - Interlude (SPN/HP)

Title: Damned Demented Demons - Interlude
Author: ME!
Fandoms: Supernatural/Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13 (for swearing)
Warnings: Spoilers for all Harry Potter books, Spoilers up to 4x17 for Supernatural (but takes place around 4x11).
Disclaimer: Sam and Dean belong to Kripke, Harry Potter belongs to Rowling.
A/N: I thought that the Battle of Hogwarts took place in Spring 1997...so that's what I based my timeline on. Since then I've seen that most sources have it in 1998. Ah well. In this story it's 1997. The events of the story take place sometime in early 2009.
A/N to the Interlude: Sadly, I think this is going to be my last update for a while...possibly until September. The interlude is short too. So, hope nobody's too disappointed.

Summary: In which Bobby meets Hermione

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23

Bobby hung up at the sound of the dial-tone - 'Sending someone?!' Bobby was pretty sure there were only two people in the world who Dean was friends with, and neither himself nor Sam could be described as pretty girls. Who the hell was that idiot sending?

Whoever it was, they were getting a glass of holy water for their troubles. Bobby set the water on the kitchen table, and then went to his desk to pull out all the books Dean might need. Bobby had been collecting apocalyptic texts ever since the damn Rising of the Witnesses.

He had just added the last book to the stack when he heard the soft knock on the door. Bobby had to admit, he was pretty damn curious. He opened the door to find a slim young woman. And yeah, she was pretty, he'd give Dean that. She wasn't his usual type though, mainly because there was wearing a wedding ring on her finger.

"Bobby Singer?" the young lady asked, presenting her hand for him to shake, "My name is Hermione. Dean Winchester sent me for some books."

"Come on in," Bobby said, shaking her hand and then holding the door wider. A British accent - Bobby was even more curious now. She had an amulet around her neck, and for a moment Bobby debated offering the water. Then again, maybe she was thirsty. It'd been a while since he had a female in his house. Suddenly, he was a little self-conscious about the state of the place. It didn't help that he had weaponry laid out all over the kitchen table. He really did need to pack up and go hunt that Black Dog, though.

"Would you like a glass of water," Bobby asked, picking up the glass he had already poured.

"Yes, thank you," Hermione responded, and there was something in her tone of voice that told Bobby that Dean had most likely warned her about the holy water test. Sure enough, Hermione looked curiously at the glass, then made eye-contact with Bobby as she drank it.

Bobby gave her a smile and took back the empty glass.

"He told you about that, didn't he?" Bobby said. Hermione smiled. "Well, thanks for indulging me. With the amulet on, I really didn't need the holy water test."

"Is that what that was?" Hermione said, "Dean just told me to drink the water. I must admit, I don't know very much about demons."

"So you ain't a Hunter then," Bobby concluded aloud, still wondering who she was and how Dean knew her. Bobby figured by now he knew almost everything about that kid. "How does Dean know you."

"He's protecting a friend of mine," Hermione answered.

Bobby frowned. Dean had said they had a possible seal. If he was protecting a friend of Hermione's...

"I'll throw in a couple of basic demonology books," Bobby told Hermione, walking towards his desk, which was, as usual, buried and surrounded by books. Hermione followed him, but paused in the doorway. Bobby glanced up at her as he moved a stack of books out of his way so that he could get at the ones on the book shelf. She was standing with her mouth slightly agape, staring at the mess of books.

"Uh, sorry about the mess" Bobby said, "I don't usually have company, 'cept the boys."

Hermione ran her hand over the nearest stack of books. "Are these all sorted?"

"I have a system, yeah, believe it or not," Bobby said. "I just ran out of book shelves...years ago."

"These seem quite old and rare," Hermione stated.

"Most of my books are," Bobby replied, pulling three demonology books off the shelf. "Which is why you better remind those boys that I want them back, and not to get crumbs in them."

"They wouldn't!" Hermione said scandalized. Bobby laughed, realizing that Hermione hadn't been surprised at the mess of his house, she had been in awe of his book collection.

"They would and they have," Bobby replied. "You should have seen the state of books I had loaned Sam when Dean was..." Bobby cut himself off, "Uh, well, can't say I blame them though. Some things can't be helped. You got a bag for these?"

Hermione held out the black duffle bag she had been holding loosely at her side the whole time. Bobby took it and started filling it with the stack of books.

"I'll put the basic demonology texts on top," Bobby explained. "The boys could probably recite you their contents, but I have a feeling you're the type to want to read things for yourself."

He was rewarded with a smile. He zipped up the duffle for her, and then paused. He recognized this duffle.

"Let me finish throwing my weapons in my bag, and I'll carry these out to your car for you," Bobby said, keeping the smile on his face.

"Oh, no, that's ok," the girl said sweetly, "I can manage."

"It's pretty heavy," Bobby replied.

"I'm stronger than I look," Hermione replied, walking over and taking the duffle from Bobby.

"I never heard a car pull up," Bobby stated. "You just suddenly knocked on the door."

"I parked on the road and walked in," Hermione answered, "and I best be off. It was nice meeting you."

"That's Dean's duffle," Bobby said. "He's had it for years. When he was 16 the seam split, and when he sewed it back together he wrote 'DEAN RULES' with the stitches."

"He lent it to me," Hermione stated, looking down at the seam by the zipper.

"What are you?" Bobby asked. Dean had said he hadn't heard from the angels. Hermione sighed.

"Dean told me to tell you that he and Sam would explain everything after you get the Black Dog," she answered evenly, "because children should be a priority."

Bobby tried to hide his surprise - leave it to Dean to remember exactly what Bobby said to John the last time he ever saw the guy alive. Yeah, Dean had remembered that Bobby had threatened to fill John with buckshot, and had even cocked the gun, but Bobby didn't think he had remembered what he had yelled too.

"Alright, then," Bobby said, "you tell those boys that I'll be waiting for that explanation."

Hermione gave him a relieved smile. "I will."

She paused, tightening the bag in her grip and testing it's weight a little.

"Do you mind if I leave from here?" she asked, "since, you already know that I don't have a car."

Bobby nodded, "actually, I think I'd prefer it."

"Thanks," Hermione said, "I'll make sure they look after your books. It was nice to meet you."

Then she turned as if to leave and was gone. Bobby stared numbly at the spot on the floor that had just held a person.

"What the hell have you boys gotten yourselves into..." Bobby wondered to the open room, then gathered up the last of his weaponry and locked the door behind him as he left.

Chapter 24


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Tags: crossover, demented'verse, fic, harry potter, season 4
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