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Hermione had spent years on the run. She had lost everyone she loved and she was was done. She was ready to die, ready to see Harry and Ron again. As she laid on the cold ground, the screams around her began to fade and she felt her body drifting into the calm that she knew meant her time running was over. The grass beneath her was red with blood. Hermione blinked as a blinding white light appeared around her. She smiled; this was it. She closed her eyes as tears streamed down her face and the world turned black.
Hermione wasn't ready to open her eyes yet so she stayed still savoring the warmth that enveloped her. She heard soft murmuring and her heart thudded in her chest. "Harry? Ron?" She whispered, her throat raw and sore. The murmuring stopped and two sets of heavy footsteps made their way cautiously to her side. Her eyes were heavy and she struggled to open them. She made a move to sit up and realized that she couldn't move. Panic burst through her and her eyes shot open. Flailing she struggled against the ropes securing her wrists and ankles. "That's not going to help," a deep voice boomed. Shocked, she tried to draw back from the strange voice. "Either let me go or kill me already! I never help Lord Voldemort!" Yanking on her binds again she was startled when a gentler voice came from the other side of the room. "Wait, who?" "Very funny," she paused really looking at the men before her. Why the hell were they wearing muggle clothes? "Wow, never thought I'd see the day Death Eaters would wear muggle clothes." They were pulling it off too, if she wasn't certain that she was about to die she might have blushed at being tied up in front of such good looking men. She watched as they exchanged confused looks. The short one glaced at her for a moment before stepping closer, "I say we just kill her. She's either lying or totally nuts." "Dean," the taller one said softly "we ran the tests, she's human." "Of course I'm bloody human!" Both men looked at her. "Oh Yea? Because the last time I checked humans don't just appear in our motel room unconscious. Come on Sammy, when has it ever been that simple?" Shaking his head Sam took a few steps closer to the bed. Hermione shrank back as he extended his hands. "Don't worry, I'm just going to loosen these." Reaching slowly towards her wrists loosening the knots enough for her to draw her arms to her chest. "I'm Sam," he said handing her a glass of water from the side table, "this is my brother Dean." "Where am I?" she asked , her hands shaking as she brought the glass to her nose. Not smelling any potions she gulped down the water. "I think the better question is, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?" Dean shouted. Scanning her eyes to his face she saw only hardness. Did he really not know who she was? How was that possible?
The three jumped as the door banged open. "What the hell did you idjets do now?" a gruff voice asked from the door way. A loud gasp rang through the room and all eyes turned to Hermione. Her eyes were wide and she straighted her back, "Uncle Bobby?" The boys whipped their heads back to their friend mouths hanging open. "Hermione? Is that you?" Nodding her head viciously tears burned her eyes. It had been years since she had seen her Uncle Bobby, years since she had attended her Aunt Karen's funeral.
"Balls."
