“I have demon blood in me.”

Hermione tried to sound apathetic. “What’s that like?” Although she sounded apathetic, Hermione was unsure of what Sam meant. People with demon blood, and demons in general, were not heard of in the wizarding world. To be honest, she felt rather foolish for not knowing such things since people turned to her to know even the strangest of facts.

Later that night when most of the students and staff were fast asleep, Sam crept out of bed and to the Hospital Wing. He wanted to check on Hermione and not be caught, although this was mainly his insecurities and worries kicking back in. He could probably visit during the day, but he felt more comfortable this way. He entered the Hospital Wing quietly and didn’t see Madam Pomfrey anywhere. He figured she was asleep in her office already since it was past eleven. He noticed only one bed was occupied so he tiptoed over there. 

“I’m sorry.” Hermione said sympathetically. She paused a moment before saying anything else. “I know you probably think I haven’t experienced certain things, but I have. I’ve had people around me die. I know that doesn’t compare to being in hell but I’ve been around death enough to know how bad it is. I’ve fought against the evil side a few times and nearly could have died a couple of times too.”

Remus winced in pain slightly, feeling the transformation coming. He pressed his hand against the side of the hotel, using it as support to hold himself up. Hermione tried to step closer to him, but he growled at her through his teeth. “Stay back, Hermione.” He demanded, while Fenrir looked like he was going to go through the same transformation in seconds.

Dean let out a huff. “I hate the law.”

Sam chuckled at his brother. “Because you’re always breaking it!”

“It’s only illegal if you get caught!” Dean exclaimed at his brother. “Anyways, we should head back today. We will have to report to Dumbledore about everything that happened, especially Remus.”

Sam inhaled deeply as he prepared to answer her question the best way possible. “I’m leaving,” he uttered quietly, his face almost filled with anguish as if this wasn’t an easy decision for him. “Dean and I feel we don’t serve any further purpose here, and although we’ve never really had a proper home, we are needed in America. We have contacts there, and the closest people we consider family are there too. I just don’t see how we can help here anymore. We just don’t belong.”