CHAPTER ONE

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. This will be written mostly in Parrish's POV.

For those that haven't seen the TV show but are still interested in reading, I'm not changing the original cast for the characters, and if you're curious as to what they look like, I've named them below.

Jordan Parish – Ryan Kelley. Scott McCall – Tyler Posey. Stiles Stilinski – Dylan O'Brien. Sheriff Noah Stilinski – Linden Ashby. Liam Dunbar - Dylan Sprayberry. Lydia Martin – Holland Roden. Mason Hewitt – Khylin Rhambo . Corey – Michael Johnston. Malia Tate-Hale – Shelley Hennig. Chris Argent – JR Bourne. Gerard Argent – Michael Hogan. Tamora Monroe - Sibongile Mlambo.

Rare pairing? I'd say so, as far as I'm aware, I haven't seen another fic with this pairing before, so this may be the first on this site. If I'm wrong, please let me know.

Anyway, let's see how this turns out. My first HP x Teen Wolf crossover.

Page count: 7

"Granger! Granger!"

Hermione Granger sighed, dropping her quill onto her cluttered desk and bringing her hands up to her temples, trying to apply pressure to relieve the ache that was slowly spreading through her head. It didn't help with the male voice that was shouting and it was steadily getting louder and angrier.

"Granger! Where are you!"

She grumbled a series of words beneath her breath that would make Charlie Weasley blush and she dropped her head into her arms, leaning over in her chair and onto her desk.

"GRANGER!"

'Every bloody day!' She thought in annoyance.

It was every day this happened. It was always the same wizard and it was the same abuse she was forced to endure, and honestly, she wasn't sure she could deal with it today without snapping and hexing the idiot.

She knew she was being a bit harsh, after all, the wizard in question had a wizarding illness that was similar to Dementia, except he had access to magic, making things more dangerous for anyone that upset him.

"There you are! Granger, what in the name of Merlin do you think you're doing in my office? You're trespassing, get out! Get out now!"

Hermione took a deep, calming breath. In through the nose and out through the mouth. In through the nose and out through the mouth.

'You can't hex him,' she reminded herself. It was her mantra whenever he was nearby, or when it was anyone else that annoyed her, actually.

It was every damn day and it was all taking its toll on her. This had been occurring every day for the last three years, ever since she had taken over as Head for the RCMC Department at the young age of twenty-one, the youngest department head in history.

The old wizard currently hurling abuse at her in her own bloody office was Philip Camden, her predecessor. Before she had taken over, he'd been the department head for almost twenty years and if you asked Hermione, she didn't know how he'd managed to get the job, he hadn't been particularly good at it before the dementia set in and once it did, he'd only gotten worse.

He'd been removed from his post and forced into retirement three years ago, and Hermione had been the first choice for his replacement and since then, the department was booming, paperwork was always on time, employees were actually happy to come to work, field work was dealt with quickly, carefully and professionally and their annual reports and department analysis were better than had been seen in a long time.

Ever since that day, he returned to The Ministry and haunted the RCMC Department and verbally attacked Hermione and he'd even tried to duel her a few times, until security was called and he was escorted out of the building. Hermione had no idea how Camden was able to get into the building day in day out, but he was a crafty old wizard which she could respect if he only stopped shouting at her.

He needed to be placed into a magical nursing home but the wizard's daughter was a simpering idiot who couldn't even spell her own name properly and she refused to do so, and such, not only was Camden able to harass her department, he was not only vulnerable, but dangerous too.

"GRANGER! Get the hell out of my office and get yourself..."

Her headache was in full swing. She'd been staring at the same reports since the night before, having pulled an all-nighter in her office. It was now mid-morning, she'd not yet been home, she'd not yet had breakfast but her lovely PA, Kara, had brought her a strong coffee the moment she stepped into work. She'd been working the same case for the last three months and she kept hitting a brick wall, and the stress she felt only increased when Camden showed up.

"Phillip, I've got a rather painful headache and I've not got access to a Pain Relief Potion, please will you lower your voice?" She said, her tone polite and non-threatening as she lifted her head from her arms.

"How dare you! I'll have your job for this!" He bellowed in outrage, struggling to pull his wand from his robes.

She made a groaning sound and flopped back into her chair, tilting her head back and running her hands over her face.

'Give me strength,' she thought. 'And coffee, lots of it.'

"You no longer work here, Philip, you retired several years ago and I was promoted and made Department Head," she said calmly.

"You job stealing trollop!"

"Your words, as usual, are always so kind," she quipped, hearing a snigger from the door way.

She turned her head slightly, seeing an amused looking Auror Norton stood leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest and his wand held lightly in his hand. His dirty blonde hair fell over his forehead and into his green eyes. His Auror robes being the mandatory grey colour but left open rather than fastened. His tanned skin shined slightly as the sunlight streamed into her office and his mouth was pulled into an amused smile.

His partner, Auror Ferry, was more contained with his emotions, but he always was. Hermione often referred to him as a 'grumpy sod' and there was no better way to describe him that was more accurate than that. He was older than Norton, being in his late thirties. His black hair was cut short and his brown eyes were emotionless, his facial expression bored. His pale hand held his wand down by his side and like usual his Auror robes were perfectly pressed and fastened. Hermione always marvelled at their difference in character, but she supposed it was why they worked so well together.

"Alright, Philip, I think we should give the lovely Granger a break for the day, don't you?" Norton said amused.

"That strumpet is trespassing!" Philip bellowed, finally managing to pull his wand and he sent a hex towards Hermione, who deflected it with a lazy flick of her wand.

"Philip, if you don't leave, this grumpy sod," he motioned towards Ferry with his thumb. "Will have to arrest you and that's more paperwork for me, so help a wizard out, yeah?"

Philip turned on Norton and sent a hex his way and he deflected it as easily as Hermione had.

"Thanks for nothing," he sighed, before he and Ferry both sent Stunners to the old wizard. As Ferry escorted Philip from her office, Norton turned his eyes to her, once more reclining against the door frame and he sent her an amused smile.

"He's earlier than usual," he commented.

"He has a habit of turning up at the most stressful times of my day," she replied, sighing and once more rubbing at her temples. "It's getting harder and harder not to hex him."

"Well, Granger, if it makes you feel any better, you're one of the prettiest trollops I've ever seen," he said, sending her a flirtatious smile.

She felt a smile curve up at her lips and she leaned back into her chair, resting her elbows on the arm rests and clasping her hands together.

"You're playing with fire," she warned him, but there was only amusement in her tone.

"I could be the one to tame you," he said suggestively.

She cocked an eyebrow. "You know my rule, Norton. I don't date colleagues."

"Technically I'm not your colleague, we work in different departments," he shrugged, pushing away from the door and moving over to her desk, stopping in front of it and digging his hand into his pocket, pulling at a familiar looking potion and placing it on the desk. A Pain Relief Potion.

"You're a life saver," she commented, picking up the potion and drinking a third of the vial, wishing to keep some for later as she knew she was going to need it.

"I could be a lot more if you let me."

She placed the vial in a drawer of her desk and then sat forward, resting her arms on the desk and leaning towards him slightly.

"You and I both know that's not going to happen. I can handle your flirty comments and smiles, but you can't handle my fire."

He frowned slightly, knowing she was probably right but he wasn't giving up. They'd had this conversation several times over the last few years. The first time he'd laid eyes on her was when he'd been called to her office to escort Camden out of the building and on her first day of being department head, too. And since that day three years ago, they'd both developed this flirty-friendship, and it was only a friendship because she wouldn't allow it to become anything more.

He shook his head slightly and a smile pulled at his mouth when he saw her pulling a vanilla sponge cupcake with lemon icing from a drawer of her desk. Sat in the icing was a single white candle which she lit with her wand, and she held it out to him.

"Happy 26th birthday, Norton," she spoke.

"You remembered," he smiled and tilted his head to the side, his eyes happily tracing the beautiful features of her face.

"When have I ever forgotten your birthday?" She said with a raised eyebrow.

He chuckled and shook his head. She always remembered his birthday and she always bought him a cupcake with his favourite icing or filing and she'd wait for him to arrive to escort Camden from her office to give it to him.

"Go on then, make a wish before the candle melts."

She held the cupcake out to him and with his eyes locked on hers, he leaned forward and blew out the flame.

"Do I even want to know what you wished for?" She questioned.

A grin crept up onto his mouth. "I wouldn't want to make you blush," he teased.

She snorted at him. "Norton, don't forget I'm a trollop, there isn't much that can do that."

He chuckled at her and stood up, taking the cupcake from her.

"Until tomorrow, Granger," he winked at her and left her office, returning to his own department, likely to fill out the paperwork for Camden's arrest, and just as he left her office, Kara walked in.

Kara was in her mid-thirties and Hermione liked her. She'd only been her PA for just over a year but the redheaded, blue eyed witch was one of the only few people that could handle Hermione Granger's fiery temper. She didn't fear her, she didn't simper over her. She did what was asked of her and most of the time, what wasn't. She'd gotten to know Hermione and she knew her so well she often brought Hermione what she thought she needed, even when Hermione hadn't asked her for it. Since her promotion, Hermione had hired seven PA's, five of them had quit, one of them she'd fired and Kara was the final PA she'd hired, and she'd lasted remarkably longer than the others. In fact, she'd had no experience as a PA, but she'd been looking for a job as both her children had returned to Hogwarts and her husband had been severely injured in the war, leaving him paralysed from the waist down and in a wheel chair. She'd been through a lot and she was strong, and that was how Hermione knew she'd found the right witch for the job and so far she hadn't let her down.

"I've brought you coffee," Kara chirped.

"You're an angel," Hermione groaned, happily taking the large cup from her and taking a sip, sighing as the hot liquid slid down her throat.

"I must be, since I also got you a chicken salad sandwich and a blueberry muffin," Kara laughed, placing the brown paper bag on her desk. "I know you stayed last night and you haven't eaten yet."

"I'm giving you a raise," Hermione said, pulling out the blueberry muffin and not caring for her manners, she took a large bite.

Kara chuckled at her and took the seat in front of Hermione's desk.

"Did I just see Norton leaving?" Hermione nodded, taking another bite of her muffin. "Camden?" She nodded again. "What'd he say this time?"

"The usual," Hermione replied after swallowing the food in her mouth. "Though this time he not only called me a job stealing trollop, but a strumpet too."

Kara snorted. "His insults are improving," she said and Hermione made a noise of agreement as she took another bite of her muffin. "And Norton? Why don't you put the poor wizard out of his misery?" She asked amused.

Hermione shrugged. "He flirts, I flirt back, but I'm always clear that nothing's going to come of it. I'm not leading him on or giving him any false signals."

"I know, but maybe you should just give into him, let him take you out and once he sees that he can't handle you and you'll burn him, he'll get over this crush he has on you."

"No," Hermione shook his head. "I don't want to hurt him, I don't want to get his hopes up only for them to come crashing down around him in flames, ash and smoke. That's not fair to him."

Kara sighed. "It's not your fault that you have yet to meet someone who is able to handle you and your fire. But, I have faith that you will." Hermione rolled her eyes. "I'm serious, you know my family has Seer blood. I'm not wrong about these things. I'm certain you'll meet the one that can tame you and I have a feeling it'll be soon."

A knock on the door startled them both and they turned to see The Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, stood in the door way.

"I hope I'm not interrupting," he said with a smile.

"Of course not, I assume you're here to discuss progress made on the Prodigium case," Hermione replied.

He nodded and entered the room, just as Kara stood from her chair to exit the room, greeting The Minister by handing him a brown paper bag with a chocolate chip muffin inside, as well as a lemon cake.

He looked at Hermione amused as he took the seat across from her.

"I know, I'm giving her a raise," she said and he laughed at her, putting the paper bag on the ground beside him and giving Hermione his full attention.

She looked tired and he knew she'd pulled another all-nighter, the third of the week and it was only Thursday, over the last three months she spent more time in her office than she did at her home, he'd found her several times slumped over her desk, asleep with parchment stuck to her face and her fingers covered in dried ink. And he understood why, this particular case was one of the worst they'd seen in years, and he didn't envy the poor witch for having to be the one tasked with solving it.

"So, I've discovered nothing that we didn't already know. Whatever this creature is and according to witness accounts, it's large, strong, fast, has fangs, claws and glowing blue eyes. Normally I'd say this was a werewolf, but the size dimensions are too big, even for the biggest of werewolves, and the eye colour is inconsistent, too. So I'm thinking that whatever this is, it may actually be part werewolf, which would account for the similar traits. However, this creature seems to be killing an a daily basis and we know werewolves can only transform during the full moon."

He nodded, his eyes lowering to her desk and seeing the surface covered with research papers, parchments covered with Hermione's notes and thoughts, newspaper articles –wizarding and muggle- and crime scene photographs. When he lifted his gaze, he saw that the entirety of the left wall of her office contained much of the same.

"I'm not entirely sure what this is but it's being referred to as 'Prodigium', which we know to mean 'Monster,' and as you can see, it's called that for a reason. We don't know where it came from, we don't know what it is, we don't know how to find it and we don't know how to stop it. Too many people have died already and we've explored every option available and we're still hitting brick walls," she sighed, running a hand through her thick mass of unruly curls and getting her fingers stuck.

"And if this case isn't solved, many more will die and continue to do so," Kingsley spoke. "There must be something we have yet to try."

Hermione bit her lip and nodded. "There is actually." He gave her a look of encouragement. "Do you know what a hellhound is?"

Kingsley blinked in surprise. "Yes, but I don't understand why you've brought this up. Hellhounds are extinct."

A knowing smile curved at Hermione lips and his curiosity was pulled by it.

"What if I was to tell you they're not quite extinct and that I know where we may find one? And that I think it might be able to help us?"

"Talk," he demanded, and so Hermione did.