crossoverfic | [FIC] Pas de Bas, HP/SPN, M, Sam/Hermione/Dean Ch 8 *COMPLETE*

Title: Pas De Bas
Author: dhark_charlotte
Fandoms: Supernatural/Harry Potter
Rating: M
Warnings: Language, some violence, Het, character death ** Spoilery for SPN 2.21

Pairings (if applicable): Sam/Hermione/Dean
Character(s) (if applicable): Dean Winchester, Hermione Granger, Sam Winchester, others mentioned.
Summary: An Incubus can completely throw a wrench into a well deserved vacation…

A/N: Pas de bas - a grand movement which is halfway between a step and a leap, and can be taken strictly on the floor (glissé) or with a jump (sauté) and can be done moving toward the front or toward the back.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

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Sam looked between the two and grinned. Henriksen noticed it wasn’t a nice smile, regardless of the dimples. Just before the younger man passed through the door he addressed both of them.

“Severus, this is Agent Henriksen. Agent Henriksen, this is Severus.” He leaned closer to the agent and used a stage whisper. “He’s Ellen Harvelle’s boyfriend.” Sam chuckled. “Keep the blood to a minimum boys.” And he slammed the door.

Chapter 8

The menace poured off of the new arrival in waves. Victor thought to himself that if there ever was a need for a physical representation of intimidation and the color black, this man would be it. Refusing to be terrorized one more second in his own home; Henriksen squared his shoulders and stared the man called Severus straight in the eye. He felt a bit woozy and tried to blink. It seemed to take forever for his lids to close but when his eyes reopened, the man was slightly less tense. Black leather encased arms folded over a good-sized chest and then the man seemed to glide over the few feet between them. Henriksen suddenly felt like a rabbit caught in the eyes of a snake.

“I suppose you have come to some sort of agreement with Hermione, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to speak to you. I will make myself perfectly clear.” He leaned in close enough that his sibilant hiss was clearly audible. “You will forget that the Harvelles exist. They will stay out of your radar and you will have a gap in your memory regarding them. Whether that gap is real or feigned is completely up to you.”

Henriksen’s only interest in either Harvelle had been their connection to the Winchesters and what information they might have had. He raised his chin and replied, “I won’t turn a blind eye on people breaking the law no matter who they are.” His voice was clear and firm. There a flicker of something in the other man’s eyes and he hoped it might have been respect.

“Ellen has never participated in defrauding anyone and you have nothing to prove that she has. Her daughter is under the protection of someone who is more than happy to provide for her financial needs. The Winchesters have been out of that particular venue for over a year.” An audible moan sounded through the bedroom door, startling the two men. “Bloody…” Severus inspected the man carefully and then nodded to himself. “I think an object lesson is in order. You may arm yourself, but I will hold your ammunition until you need it.” He turned toward the stairs but turned back when he failed to sense the other man follow. His brow quirked in amusement. “Do you honestly wish to remain behind while a highly skilled Witch goes through labor? The last time she was angry with Sam, he was bald for a week and she loves him. What do you suppose she could do to you during a particularly strong contraction, Hmmm?”

Memories of his own children’s births flashed through his mind and Henriksen jerked. “Ahhh, right… I’ll just… get my gun.”

“Accio Agent Henriksen’s gun!” And it flew down the hall into the Wizard’s hand. Severus expertly popped the clip, pocketed it and handed the stunned man his empty weapon. He then pulled out a cell phone and made a call. “Are you ready for us? Yes us.” He closed the phone and held out his hand. “Take my hand Mr. Henriksen.” When the other man hesitated Severus quirked his brow again. “Don’t tell me the big bad Federal agent is afraid?”

Henriksen steeled his nerve and took the other man’s hand in a firm grip. Severus raised a stick, much like the one Ms. Granger had used and then there was pressure all over his body. The pressure eased and he found himself kneeling on the ground, retching against sudden nausea. A derisive voice called out, “You didn’t tell the poor Muggle to hold his breath the first time did you?”

Said Muggle; ‘What the hell is a Muggle?’ looked up and watched a pair of blondes approach on foot. The couple consisted of a man and a woman; the man tall and broad but elegant and the woman petite and tough looking, but softened with elfin like features. Henriksen pushed himself to his feet and scanned the area, noting a semi secluded grove surrounded by what appeared to be a dense forest.

“Where am I and what am I doing here?”

“You are in Washington about to participate in your first Supernatural Hunt Agent Henriksen.” The voice that addressed him was aristocratic, British and extremely condescending. He looked into the gaze of the tall blonde man and felt a bit chilled by the man’s cold grey eyes.

‘Washington? How the hell did we get here so fast?’

“Stop trying to scare the Feeb Draco.” The blonde woman’s voice was dryly amused and she smirked at the Agent. “You’ll have to excuse Draco Agent Henriksen; he takes it personally when either I or my family is threatened.”

“I’m sorry, but we’ve never met…”

“You interrogated my mother for over twelve hours without representation Agent Henriksen. And if I’m not mistaken, you thought about hauling her back in for more. So can the innocent act. My mother ran a cash only business, paid her taxes and kept all of her licenses current. She didn’t even have a speeding ticket on her record. You were grabbing at straws and put her in danger.” Her dark eyes had narrowed dangerously and then lightened with amusement. “But, I guess I have to thank you as well.”

Victor Henriksen had just received an impressive dressing down by this petite harridan, but what floored him was the seeming gratitude she was extending. “Excuse me? I’m way beyond confused. What is it exactly that you are thanking me for?”

“If you hadn’t hauled my mother in, then she wouldn’t have called for help.” He shot her yet another look of disbelief and noticed that his escort had crossed his arms over his chest and was looking around; his cheeks tinged a ruddy red.

She pointed to the obviously embarrassed man. “Meet Ellen Harvelle’s knight in shining armor; Severus Snape.”

The object of the young woman’s praise growled and stalked off as the blond man snorted. Victor found himself under the scrutiny of those unnerving eyes again. They were an eerie silver color at the moment and he wasn’t sure if that was due to amusement or something much more dangerous.

“Please excuse my godfather Agent Henriksen; he isn’t known for his people skills. If you hadn’t already surmised, this is Jo Harvelle, Ellen’s daughter. I am Draco Malfoy and if Severus hasn’t already warned you…”

“I believe he already took care of that. If you keep your nose clean, then I’ve got no problem with you.”

“Are we done? I believe there’s a creature that needs to get dead.” Jo had crossed her arms and was looking slightly irritated.

“What are we Hunting this time?” Victor whirled around at the sound of Snape’s voice immediately behind him. The man needed to wear a bell around his neck.

Jo snickered and Draco rolled his eyes.

“A Nue.”

An excited light gleamed in the older man’s dark eyes. “Confirmed?”

Draco shot him an incredulous look. “Of course. I wouldn’t waste your time on something mundane.”

“Why would you have wasted his time if it wasn’t confirmed?”

Draco turned his strange eyes on the Agent and Henriksen wondered if he was getting home in one piece. “Severus is a renowned Potions Master. Many supernatural creatures have unique qualities stored in various body parts that are useful in obscure potions. Expensive potions. Since most of these creatures are rare, he trades goods for these parts.” Although there was hint of pride, Draco’s tone also indicated that he thought Victor should have known these things already and it was beneath the younger man’s station to be his advisor.

“Actually, most Hunters are required to deliver the entire creature unless the part is unusually volatile or delicate. In that case, I join the hunt and extract the ingredients myself.” Snape was starting to sound bored and Henriksen got the impression the man was embarrassed by the proud note in Draco’s voice.

“Let me see if I can figure this all out.” Victor ran everything through his head that had transpired in the last eight hours and therefore missed the whispered by-play between Malfoy and Snape. Jo observed the men quietly.

Draco looked at Severus speculatively. “What did Granger say about him?”

“Calling Hermione – ‘Granger’ within earshot of either of the Winchesters would be unwise. She’s recognized as a Winchester by all but the American Government. The boys tend to get a bit proprietary.” He followed Draco’s gaze as it drifted over Jo and the younger man nodded in understanding. There had to be a hell of a story behind how those two met, but he knew Draco would tell it when he was ready. Snape crossed his arms again and tapped his closed mouth with a long finger before replying. “She is of the opinion that he is reasonably intelligent and could be an asset.”

Draco raised his eyebrows in surprise. “High praise from the Know-it-All. You think she’s right?”

“We’ll see, we could always feed him to the Nue, the stomach bile from a newly fed Nue is more potent.”

Henriksen walked back up to the two, oblivious of the other men’s consideration.

“You make potions, which, I assume is some kind of magic related thing. These potions have unusual ingredients that you gather from these supposed Hunters. What do they get in return?”

“Not bad…” Snape looked slightly impressed; something Henriksen suspected was difficult to do. “Bartering is the most common form of trade. Cash remuneration is unusual, but not out of the question. Several of my draughts are highly sought after by the Hunting community and the ingredients they trade with can be used for the more profitable potions I sell.”

“So, ‘Hunters’ bring you parts and trade them for… whatever and you use the parts to make potions that you sell for a profit?”

“Yes.”

“Makes sense to a point… but why wouldn’t they just sell you the parts and purchase the products outright?”

Draco and Severus shared a conversation filled look and the younger man shrugged. If they were going to Obliviate him or feed him to the Nue, it didn’t matter what they told him.

The older man crossed his arms and Draco was reminded of an uncounted number of lectures given by this man. Severus’ held a mere hint of patience. “Agent Henriksen, I am a Wizard. The Wizarding World is separate from the Muggle – the nonmagical – world. We have our own governing body and laws. One of those laws prohibits the sale of magical potions to nonmagical persons. Bartering under a confidentiality agreement is a small loophole I found while researching the move of my business to the States. The added benefit is that the Hunters can better utilize their cash and not rely on credit. Thus reducing the incidence of credit fraud.”

“I’m… stunned.”

“That’s our Severus, altruistic and generous to the core.”

Severus turned his dark eyes on Draco; the barely contained fury in them was quite astounding. “Shut up you little rodent. You’re lucky I don’t hex your balls off for letting me think you were dead. I promised your mother…” The Potions Master closed his mouth with a snap and stalked off yet again. Jo kicked Draco in the ass and made him go after the older man.

She looked at Henriksen shrugged in reply to his silent questions. “Unresolved issues. So, you ready to hear about what we’re going to Hunt?”

“Ummm… sure?”

Jo proceeded to give Victor a basic overview of what a Nue was and how to kill it. It sounded really outrageous to him, but he wanted to get to the bottom of things. Either they were feeding him a load of crap, or his worldview was about to shift even more.

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Victor Henriksen’s worldview was tilted on its axis and spinning out of control. Much of that condition was caused by his short flight through the air via the creature’s massive snake like tail making contact with his body at a high rate of speed. He landed on what seemed to be a rather large collection of leaves and was thankful that he was probably going to walk away from this. He watched Jo take aim at the creature with her shotgun and choked when she lowered it at the shouted objection of the dark haired man. Snape and Malfoy aimed their wands at the creature and shouted something that sounded suspiciously like Latin. There was a flash of yellow light and then the very stiff creature crashed to the ground. Jo walked over and gave him a hand up and he approached the creature cautiously.

Its individual parts were strange, but taken as a whole, its appearance was terrifying. Each major body part was that of a different animal. Its head looked like a golden lion tamarin with a mouthful of sharp teeth; he only knew that because his twelve year old daughter had decided to major in everything monkey the year before his wife left with them. The head sat on the body of what he thought might be a badger… but don’t quote him on that; nature boy Victor Henriksen was not. Its legs and paws looked suspiciously like they belonged on a tiger and its snake-like tail he was all too familiar with.

“So what did you think?” Jo’s voice behind him brought him back to the present with a suddenness that was uncomfortable. He kept leaving his back vulnerable to these people.

He shrugged; things were still processing. “I didn’t really help at all so…”

Jo shot him an incredulous look. “You thought we brought you here to help?”

“Why not?”

“For one thing, you had no protection against its voice. Which is why it got close enough to you to knock you through the air. Also, you have zero experience in Hunting the supernatural. We brought you out here to watch, avoid getting killed or injured and believe. There’s a war on Agent Henriksen and I’m not talking about the clusterfuck that Snape and Draco lived through overseas. The problem was more than we could handle before last year and now the shit has literally hit the fan.”

Jo proceeded to fill him in on what a Hunter was and what happened last year and what effect the Gate escapees could have on the world. The need for Hunters had become so great that the Wizarding world Snape had told him about was joining in and offering aid. Ms. Granger was actually building a database for Hunters. They needed all able bodied experienced Hunters for this building war and his vendetta against the Winchesters was a serious blow to the Hunting community. He could either decide to help, or be removed from their path… his choice.

“By removed, you mean what exactly?”

Draco took over the explanations. “Your memories of the Winchesters would be removed. There are plans for cleaning up their records which will be executed whether you agree or not.”

“How could you possibly remove my memories of anything?”

The younger man sneered. “By magic of course.’ His grin was nothing but teeth. “Normally, I would be worried about possible damage, but Severus is highly skilled and his Obliviate is second to few.”

Victor wasn’t sure if he should be comforted by that or if he should give in to the cold fear building in his stomach.

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Hermione was in between contractions when the pounding started. It started on the door with Dean’s voice calling her name and then the pounding of two sets of feet as they hurried up the stairs.

“Hermione!”

Henriksen stepped through the doorway. “She’s in here.”

Hermione rolled her eyes at the man’s tone. It figured he was going to puff up and try to be intimidating when he thought she was incapacitated.

“Deeeaaann! Tell Victor what an empathy spell is and let him know if he doesn’t stop fucking around he’s going to find out what having a baby feels like!”

She felt the man’s shock as he asked Dean, “She can do that?”

Hermione didn’t hear Dean’s reply because another contraction hit and it took all of her concentration to remain calm and breathe through it. It took forever, but Dean was holding her hand and kissing her face, Sam’s voice a comforting murmur in the background. The sound of Apparition came from downstairs and then the midwife was bustling through the room. Sam’s voice sounded again and then he was holding her other hand and talking her through the next wave.

Hermione began to feel that urgent need to push and midwife Esther encouraged Dean to catch the baby. Sam’s wide grin and the memory of Jonathan’s birth was all it took and he was there, holding his newborn daughter. He didn’t even notice the mess, just her beautiful squished face as she cried. Dean cut the cord and was about to place the baby on Hermione’s chest when Sam suddenly grimaced and crashed to his knees.

“God! Hermione, you’re breaking my hand!”

Panicked, Dean watched Esther check their wife and she laughed.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing dears. We’re just not done yet!”

Dean’s eyes widened comically as another head crowned and the midwife caught another baby girl as she emerged from her mother’s womb.

“Oh my god, Sam, Hermione… there’s two of them!”

Esther placed his other daughter in Sam’s arms and Dean watched his brother cut the cord. Hermione was quiet, a sweet peaceful smile on her face and Dean felt suddenly like crying. Jonathan should have been here for this was the odd thought that kept flashing through his head. He felt a bit dizzy and then there was a chair conveniently behind him as he sat down unexpectedly.

“Well then, what are we naming these fine beauties?” The midwife’s voice broke through the haze and Dean shook his head.

“Um, we agreed on Mya, but… twins!”

A tired chuckled drifted up from the bed and Dean was at Hermione’s side in a heartbeat; placing their daughter in her arms. He placed a tender kiss on her soft mouth and stepped back to Sam could do the same. It was a beautiful sight. Sure, Hermione was sweaty and exhausted and the babies were gooey in their blankets, but Dean would remember this moment forever.

“Maiah Elizabeth and Bethany Maire.”

Dean heard his brother take a stuttering breath and watched him tear up. “You gave both of them our mother’s name?”

Dean turned a confused look on Sam. “Dude, Mya and Bethany are not even close to Mary.”

“Dean, Mya is another form of Mary, Roman I think; and Moira is Irish for Mary.”

Dean’s smile lit up the room and Hermione was glad she and Midwife Esther had kept the twins a secret. It wasn’t often she could surprise her men.

It was touch and go for a while and while Severus had ceded to Hermione’s demands that they give Agent Henriksen a chance to make up his mind, he and Dean thought a week was way more than they should have given the man. Sam was willing to reserve judgment. Waiting turned out to be the right decision. The disposable phone Sam purchased on Hermione’s request rang a day before the deadline and after the phone call was over, it took a week before the smug smile on her face relaxed.

The Hunting community now had their own Agent Smecker. He refused to help wipe records, but he was their line into FBI movement and he did what he could to deflect curiosity with the help of several charms supplied by Hermione and Severus. The men were confused when after a year of working with Henriksen, the man suddenly sent Hermione flowers. At first, she wouldn’t tell them why. But after Sam and Dean sent the kids to stay over with Ellen and Snape and they ambushed her with a decadent night the three of them wouldn’t forget, she caved. During a research trip, Hermione had run across Henriksen’s eldest daughter at the Uni library and after becoming fast friends, realized that the whole family missed each other. Being the Know-it-All that she was, Hermione refused to allow the foolishness to continue and orchestrated a ‘chance’ meeting and a ‘power outage’ that locked the estranged spouses in a room together long enough that they recognized their shared misery. It took longer than a few hours to work things out, but all parties came to a mutually beneficial agreement and the Henriksen family was reunited.

Don’t misunderstand… Hermione was in no way omnipotent when it came to matchmaking. She failed spectacularly when Charlie Weasley came for a visit and she tried to hook him up with the daughter of one of Severus’ customers. Charlie was happy with the set up and the father took to the redhead immediately. The daughter… not so much. She hated Charlie on sight and it wasn’t your typical girlie – ‘Oh I hate you but am irresistibly attracted anyway’ kind of hate.

Daughter dear didn’t like the life and certainly had no use for Wizards except for the supplying of necessary potions. Dean expressed the opinion that she was probably gay and Sam silently agreed. He had seen the woman giving Hermione the eye too many times. Hermione was completely oblivious.

“You bloody bitch!”

Hermione ducked just in time to avoid the hex thrown her way and started laughing at the indignant expression on her former professor’s face. “What’s wrong Severus?” She managed to choke out through her giggles. Sam and Dean stood by, unsure if they should try to defend their wife. Something had the man’s shorts twisted. They watched as she dodged a few more hexes and realized Severus was deliberately missing. She noticed this at the same time and took a good look at the man.

“You’re not happy Severus?” The laughter had died and Hermione’s voice was soft at the evident distress in his eyes.

“Do you realize how dangerous pregnancy is to a woman in her forties? My mother barely survived it and now…” His tall frame was wound so tight, Dean was afraid the man might explode.

Hermione placed her hand on his arm and asked, “Severus, have you talked to Ellen about this?”

“Are you daft? How else would I know she’s bloody well pregnant?” The Winchester brothers took this as their cue and made a silent but hasty retreat.

“No, have you talked to her about your fear? Modern day women are having children in their fifties now. Is she okay with this?”

He sent her a derisive glare. “Do you actually take me for a fool after all of these years? I’m supposed to believe that she didn’t participate in your little deception?”

“You’re no fool Severus, which is why you came straight here instead of combing the countryside for Draco.”

“Who else would have known what counter potion to brew and which fertility potion it could be combined with? Draco hasn’t touched a cauldron in years. Why Hermione?”

“She wants you to have a child of your own Severus. She loves you and she watches you with our children. You have become quite lax in hiding your feelings you know.”

She waited for the explosion and was shocked at the sly smile that bloomed across his face.

“I fully expect babysitting compensation once Ellen gives birth.”

“Of course Severus, that’s what families do for each other.”

“Yes…” He turned to leave and called over his shoulder, “She’s having twins.”

“Bloody hell! Ellen’s going to kill me.”

It took Severus two months of badgering to convince Ellen to marry him. Of course, Hermione and Ellen never let on that she was just jerking his chain and he never let on that he knew.

Justin and Marcus Snape arrived with much screaming and several exploded light fixtures. Looked like there would be two additions to the little homeschooling community that the Winchesters had started. There was no way they could send any of their progeny to public school; even without the demonic threat.

The demonology database grew and it wasn’t long before the A.M.C. (American Magical Council) offered Hermione a job. They wanted her to coordinate the training of Wizards with established Hunting teams. They even sent her a list of volunteers willing to work with Hunters. She suggested Bobby as an alternative since she was much too busy to try and take on yet another project. The older man had been forced to retire from active hunting after a near fatal altercation with a Rawhead. He was still one of the most knowledgable in demonology and Hunting strategy in the U.S. and the A.M.C. quickly agreed.

About the time the girls were of talking age, confusion as to who was ‘Daddy’ and ‘Uncle’ became an issue. Oddly enough, Jonathan came up with the solution. He started calling Sam, Poppa and Dean, Daddy. The girls followed suit, fathers were satisfied and Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

It was quite obvious early on that the kids had Dean wrapped completely around their chubby little fingers. That left Sam and Hermione to take on the disciplinarian roles. Now Dean wasn’t really a pushover. He learned with Sam to choose his battles and not sweat the small stuff. Having more protection than Sam ever did growing up, most things the kids got into could fall under the ‘Small Stuff’ category. As kids were wont to do, they pushed their boundaries to the limit and got smacked down for it. The smack down did usually come from Sam and Hermione. But, one harsh word from Daddy Dean could reduce the three youngest Winchesters to remorseful tears and eager apologies.

When Jonathan was ten, Dean realized that neither he nor Sam had any gray hair. None. With their lifestyle, a head full of silver wouldn’t have been unexpected. They both felt as fit as they had ten years previous and it kind of freaked them out to realize Hermione hadn’t shown visible signs of aging either. Sam asked Snape about it, hoping it wasn’t something demon related and the man laughed at him. Then asked Sam if he had any idea how old he was. Sam guessed mid forties by his appearance and that elicited another laugh. The dude was almost sixty. Sam and Dean’s aging had slowed due to their bonding with Hermione. Witches and Wizards had longer life spans. Since Hermione was a Muggleborn, how slow their aging would be was not known. But it still gave them more time together than they had expected.

Zepplin was blasting through the house loud enough to rattle the windows and Hermione and Sam shared a knowing look as they climbed the steps to the door. Dean was going to be pissed if the kids had swiped his tapes again. They had their own CD’s, but Maiah, Bethany and Jonathan loved to tease Dean and nothing drove the man crazier than messing with his music.

They followed the noise to the ‘den’. It was the latest addition to the house and had they known what the kids were going to use it for, they would have soundproofed it better.

Sam and Hermione stopped in the doorway, gaping in shock. The stereo wasn’t on. The music rattling the house was coming from their children with a beaming Dean sitting in the corner, holding up a blazing lighter with one hand as he pounded out the beat with the other on his leg.

Jonathan played the ancient drum set as Bethany fingered through the riffs of Stairway to Heaven on the beat up old Fender Dean had found in a small town pawn shop. The guitar dwarfed her small frame, but instead of looking awkward, the young girl was euphoric and beautiful as her sister sang the lyrics in her slightly lispy voice.

Sam wrapped his arm around Hermione’s shoulders and shared a grin.

The men would have to leave tomorrow for a job so they just enjoyed the moment. Who would have thought a much needed vacation would lead to this?

***

Schmoopy ending, I know.

***A Nue (鵺) is a legendary creature found in Japanese folklore. It has the head of a monkey, the body of a raccoon dog (or badger), the legs of a tiger, and a snake instead of a tail and the voice of a White Thrush which it uses to enchant its victims.

The girl's names were spelled differently when Dean and Sam were speaking because the names are pronounced NOTHING like their spellings. Maiah = Mya Maire = Moira(Moy-Rah)

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dean_samto a little boy playing Zepplin.