Hermione waited for Rick with Evy and Jonathan outside the prison. He walked out slowly, rubbing his neck. Hermione stepped over to him, smiling.
"She wants something out of me," Rick said. "Why are you saving me?"
"My name is Hermione Granger," she replied. "Apparently, your sister and i have something in common."
"I haven't seen my sister in twenty one and a half years. How do you know about her?"
"My parents left me a letter saying they tried to adopt both of us twenty one and a half years ago, but you refused. They died, so that was when I found the letter. Come with me. I'll get you cleaned up for our adventure that begins tomorrow. Evy, Jonathan, we'll meet you at the docks in the morning."
She pulled Rick to the inn that housed both magical and Muggle beings. She led him to her room, digging through her trunk while he showered, looking for suitable clothes for him for both, that night and the next day. She knocked lightly on the door, setting the pants and shirt down for him. He walked out of the bathroom, dressed with damp hair. She laughed lightly.
"The long hair has to go," she said, pointing him to the wooden chair she pulled into the middle of the room.
She found a pair of scissors, cutting his hair carefully. They were silent until he finally spoke up.
"Why did you come and save me?" he asked.
She realized how American he was. She had assumed that he would be British like herself.
"You're my brother," she stated.
"You've never known about me."
"It doesn't change the fact we're siblings, even if I was raised as an Englishwoman and you a damn Yank."
"You're a Yank, too," Rick laughed.
"By blood not lifestyle."
"Tell me about yourself."
"My parents died a few weeks ago, and I found a letter telling me I was adopted. We were a well off family. I was well educated. I'm now twenty two, a few months until my birthday. I've always loved dead civilizations and ancient powers, Egyptians, Mayans, Aztecs, Incas, Persians, Romans, Greeks. They all fascinate me.
"I love reading, learning, adventure, and have a horrid knack of getting into near death experiences, and getting out of them. What about you?"
"I know treasure," he replied. "I was in the French Foreign Legion three years ago. I was the only survivor of Hamunaptra. I'm a criminal, and I've been to prison."
"I would never have guessed, since I freed you from one."
"I like guns. I believe in-"
"Being prepared," Hermione finished for him. "You wouldn't want to be caught without something you need."
"Yeah, and I swear a lot."
"Well, hell, I thought I'd be a bad influence," Hermione laughed.
"Okay, you might be my sister."
"Get some sleep," Hermione said, walking into the bathroom.
Rick smiled to himself, sitting down in the bed. He thought he'd just closed his eyes when Hermione was shaking him awake. He pulled on the clothes she had set out for him. He looked her over, taking in what she was wearing. She was in black pants, a black shirt, and knee high black boots. Her straight brown hair fell around her face gently. She was rather curvy and had a bit less than modest breasts. His little sister from all those years ago was now a woman and, to any man, a very sexy one. He knew he'd have to keep an eye on her, keep men away from her.
She hoisted her pack onto her back easily. He could see her muscles ripple through her tight shirt. Maybe she wouldn't need to be watched as much as he thought. She looked like she could take care of anything that would happen. The duo walked to the docks, Hermione gaining stares from men. Rick glared at them, throwing an arm over her shoulder.
"So, being a bit protective," Hermione laughed, elbowing him in the side.
"He's filthy, and rude, a complete scoundrel," Evy was saying as they walked up behind her.
"Anyone I know?" Rick asked.
Evy spun around, staring at the two people she hadn't expected to see at all. She looked disapprovingly over Hermione, eyeing the pants the woman wore.
"I'm not trying to impress anyone," Hermione stated, catching Evy's glances.
"Men will take it differently," Evy replied.
"I can take care of myself, Evelyn. No man will take advantage of little me. See you aboard."
She walked up the plank to the ship, finding her room. She closed and locked the door, charming her clothes quickly. She put two swords under the back of her shirt, a long knife in the outside of her boots, and a dagger on the inside. As barbaric as she thought they were, she loaded two handguns, pulling on holsters for under her arms. She then put on a long jacket, hiding the weapons. She slid her wand into her pocket for emergency use only, before walking out of the room.
