Disclaimer: I neither own, nor make a profit from Harry Potter, St. Trinian's, or DC Comics.
Rating: T
Pairings: None
Spoilers: Everything save the Epilogue for Harry Potter, particularly the "Black Family Tree" Rowlings released. More the old Ron Searle Comics than movies, but everything for St. Trinian's. Nothing major for DC Comics, although I would recomend being familiar with the JSA.
Summary: Magical interaction is unpredictable at best. Curses change and mutate over time. Or, the nine deaths of Hermione Granger.
Authors Notes: Everything will be explained, eventually. This was originally supposed to be a oneshot, however it evolved as I wrote it. The story is completely written and now consists of a prologue, epilogue, two interludes, and nine chapters, each roughly two hundred to two thousand words long-although some may be longer.
Prologue
Hermione honestly had no idea how to feel about Warrior's. It was full of superhero memorabilia, particularly those related to the Green Lanterns. Given her history, she was leery of capes and supervillains at the best of times. At the worst… there was a reason she'd left the Obliviators. Although at least it was a cape themed bar. She would have been sorely tempted to curse everybody in sight had it been supervillain themed, assuming she had even been able to talk herself into entering.
Inside were a number of obviously metahuman and nonhuman patrons. Some, she faintly recognized from various non-magical tabloids and newspapers, although Hermione was unfamiliar enough with the various capes that she could not actually put names to faces. There were no supervillains within, she was sure. Otherwise there would probably have been a brawl. She glanced about finding the person she was looking for rather easily. He was seated with a faintly familiar blond man in an out of the way booth. Was the blond a cape or some sort? She supposed it would make sense. Hermione waved off the woman who greeted her.
"No thanks, I see the person I'm here to meet," said Hermione.
She slipped between the tables until she reached the appropriate booth. Hermione bit her lip nervously. "Good afternoon."
"Miss… you know, I never did get your name," said the older of the two men.
His dark hair peppered with gray and wrinkled face were much the same as they had been the last time they'd met. It had been over a decade and he looked the same now as he did then. That wasn't normal, but Hermione supposed it didn't matter. Nobody in this family really qualified as normal. She was a little surprised that he remembered her, given that she'd said perhaps two sentences to him.
"Hermione Granger," she said. Hermione took a deep breath. "I should have told you this the first time we met, however my courage failed me. I believe you've been searching for Jake Grant. I know where he is and what name he's using now."