Disclaimer: I don't own Harry potter or Supernatural and I'm not getting any more from this. Some of the dialogue was taken the transcript of Simon Says over at Supernaturalwiki.

A/N: This is my take on Simon Says; go and watch that then read this, or read this and then watch that to get some of the stuff that I didn't write because it already happened in the episode, and I find it hard to change something when I like it so much. This one took a while to write, kind of hard but it's done so I should stop my bitching. Enjoy and thanks for the reviews.

Chapter 10

Hermione had woken to itchy eyes and a sore throat from crying the night before. She felt better but there was still evidence of the previous nights' emotional rollercoaster. They had had only a few hours of sleep before Sam had pulled them all out of bed; Dean had gone back to driving and Sam to worrying.

They entered the town where Sam's vision took place in the very early morning with tension thick in the air; at least inside the impala. She worried for Sam; the knowledge that their father had ordered Dean to kill him if it came down to it had scared him immeasurably. They had comforted each other last night and she felt closer to them then she had ever felt before but it was tinged with fear, because something was coming and they needed to be prepared; lest it kill them all.

She had spent the drive brainstorming to herself ways in which she could help the situation, she hadn't done much research on demons at Hogwarts, it didn't seem to come up much in the magical world. She wanted to visit Bobby to get a look at his books, there had to be something they could use in there, even if they didn't really know what they should be looking for. A way to replicate the colt would be a good idea.

Her brothers had explained the events leading up to their fathers' death, it had helped somewhat to know what had happened, to know all that had been said. It shined a little bit more light on the situation.

She sat herself at a nearby table as Dean and Sam pumped the waitress and the creepy little waiter for answers; dressed smartly and pulling off their ruse seamlessly. She had wanted to help out more, but had agreed with their assessment that she didn't really look old enough to pass. She was sixteen and looked sixteen, there wasn't really any getting passed it at the moment. She thought that if she had been given the resources, makeup and such she could have probably done something but she didn't have any of that, didn't know enough spells to help her out, regardless of Lavender and Parvati's greatest attempts to educate her.

She was also loath to use her magic for something so trivial; she didn't know exactly what the threat of being caught using underage magic was, and she didn't want to find out over something that her brothers could handle.

So she sat at the table and observed the male waiter get sent off like a naughty boy, and she watched his resentment at the fact, the hatred in his eyes was evident and directed not just at the woman but at her brothers. She shivered at the heat of his gaze, the intensity of it; creepy definitely seemed to be the right word for the young man. He moved off and she brought her attention back to her brothers. They left with instructions on where to find Andy and she joined them outside after a small hesitation; wouldn't do to look like she was with them.

**edk**

Sam had gone off to follow the good doctor and Hermione had stuck with Dean as they followed Andy's van. He had slowed to a stop and gotten out. Andy had walked to the impala and told them to get out; Dean had given him the impala with a smile on his face.

When Andy had driven off they had both shaken the relaxed feeling of Andy's brand of mind control off and Dean had gone into hysterics. Hermione took the time to reflect on the differences between what Andy was doing and Imperious. She had only felt the curse the one time in fakeMoody's class but that had been enough for her to never forget the feeling.

Andy's whammy had been similar but there hadn't been that complete level of unnatural peace that came with an imperious. Andy's had just felt like a really good idea. It scared her because in a way it was more insidious, more dangerous. She shivered and shared a worried look with Dean because that had not been fun; how were they going to be able to fight someone with that kind of power.

Hermione palmed her wand, because at the very least a good silencio would stop any commands unless he could do it with thought alone; considering the spell that had felled her at the department of mysteries it wasn't such a foreign concept, but any solution at this point was better than none.

***aaaaaaaaaaaaaah***

Hermione had her arm around Sam and Dean had a hand on his shoulder as he sat in the gutter. The doctor had walked in front of a bus and Sam hadn't been able to stop him, to save him.

'You can't save everyone.'

'What's the point of the visions if I can't even do anything to help.'

'We are helping, I mean once we stop Andy then he won't be able to hurt anybody, anybody else.' Dean growled at that, his poor baby being sullied by that no good sonuvabitch

'Look dude, he's gonna hurt for what he's done, but something just doesn't feel right about all of this.' Hermione kept silent, she wasn't sure she agreed with Dean, she knew what people would do when they got a bit of power. God knows having magic screwed most of the magical community up.

They moved away from the scene of the crime as the paramedics rolled the stretcher with Dr. Jennings past them. Sam stared at it, hard, before he was pulled away by both Hermione and Dean.

It took over an hour to find the impala. By the time Dean got it in sight he had been driving them both crazy; getting more frantic by the minute. It sat, parked on a side street innocuously and they each felt a level of tension ease with its safe return.

'Well, it looks like he can't work his mojo just by twitching his nose, he's gotta use verbal commands.'

'The doctor had just gotten off his cell phone when he stepped in front of that bus. Andy must have called him or something.' Hermione tuned them out because that was an interesting thought. If he could control people of a phone then that was a very, very bad thing. If he had any smarts at all then the things he could do if he could just reach somebody by phone were astronomical. Talk about ability to rule the world. She hoped there was a limit to the number of people he could control. She worried about Sam because the way this was going there really wasn't any other end for Andy but a quick bullet to the brain. If he had turned to hurting people with power like that then he had to be stopped. She worried at what that would do to Sam in reinforcing his fears of turning into a monster himself.

****n888

They found the Van easily enough; it wasn't something that could really be hidden. Dean jimmied the lock open and Hermione watched in envy. Dean noticed and he promised to teach her the fine art of breaking and entering.

'On doors too?' she asked hopefully.

'What kind of big brother would I be if I left out doors?' They grinned at each other and Sam rolled his eyes with weary resignation. It made them grin wider.

The inside of the van made them stop, because it had to be paused over, just to take it all in.

'Oh. Oh, come on. This is … this is magnificant, that's what this is. Not exactly a serial killer's lair, though. There's no…. clown paintings on the walls, or scissors stuck in victim' photos. I like the tiger.'

'Hegel, Kant, Wittgenstein? That's some pretty heavy reading, Dean.' Hermione had no idea who he was talking about, she didn't really have much of a chance to read any muggle stuff. It hadn't really seemed relevant. She felt stupid at the fact she had let herself be lax in that area, felt ashamed of the arrogance that showed. Just because she was living in the magical world didn't mean she couldn't still be more a part of the muggle one. She felt a bit dirty at how Malfoy her thought processes had been.

'Yeah, and uh, and Moby Dick's bong.' She giggled in amusement.

***nanananananabatman***

They sat in the Impala watching the van, waiting for Andy. Dean was eating something disgusting and Hermione couldn't help but wrinkle her nose at the smell.

'ugh one of these days I just want to eat something that doesn't have to be microwaved in a minimart.'

'What I don't get is the motivation; the doctor was squeaky clean, why would Andy waste him?'

'If it was Andy.'

'Dude enough.'

'What?'

'The doctor was mind-controlled in front of a bus. Andy just happens to have the power of mind control. You do the math.' Sam was getting angrier.

'I just don't think the guy's got it in him, that's all.'

'You'd be surprised.' Hermione put in her two cents worth and Sam's mouth closed on what he was about to say.

Dean turned to Hermione with a look of speculation on his face, and she waited for the questions on how she would know anything about that.

'Can you cook?' She raised her eyebrow at him.

'Because I'm a girl?' Dean shrugged as if to say yeah and. She huffed in annoyance but he wasn't fazed, she crossed her arms and pouted. It was like trying to educate a monkey.

'No I can't cook. We don't have to at school, and I never learnt at home.'

'Good food? At you're school.'

'Brilliant food, but it's all blood food. The magic world relies on house elves and its pure slavery; it's disgusting.'

Sam and Dean shared a look.

'Crusade?' Hermione huffed again, because dammit you bring home some lost, sick, and hurt kittens a couple of times and all of sudden everything is a crusade.

'It was a few cats.'

'Hermione, two cats is a few; bringing home a different cat at every new town is not a few; it's a horde.' Hermione looked out the window away from Dean's teasing glance. Sam gave a bark of laughter.

'Remember dad's conniption when he found those two kittens stuffed in with his guns, he almost shot them.' Dean cracked up with him and she fought not to smile; she had been cleaning guns for hours after that one; who knew cat hair could infest guns like that.

There was a banging at the window and all three of them jumped in surprise. Andy stood outside Sam's open window; angrily looking in on them.

'Hey! You think I haven't seen you? Why are you following me?' Hermione felt the compulsion take her and she tried to fight it, tried to fight the feeling that she really just wanted to tell him; he was Andy why would she not tell him.

Sam started to lie and she almost applauded at his strength of will, wished she knew his trick.

'Tell the truth.' Hermione clamped down on her tongue with her teeth. She winced at the pain at the taste of blood and it helped to bring her out of it a little bit. It helped more when Dean started to answer; as if the compulsion had lessened on her now that it was being answered one way or the other. Hermione raised her wand beside Sam's ear and the side of the car; secretively.

'Silencio.' She whispered the words but they hit Andy just the same. She quickly clamped a hand over Dean's mouth, muffling his answers but not stopping them; as long as Andy didn't know anymore then they could help, it was okay.

Andy tried to speak and panicked when nothing came out, he tried screaming; a very common reaction to a silencio and then he tried talking to them; tried to order them and nothing happened. Hermione smiled in triumph because it was such a relief that that had worked; that it hadn't burned her like at the ministry.

Sam got out of the car and Andy moved away from him, around the car. Sam hounded him using his size to good advantage; he cut a very imposing figure. Dean and Hermione followed behind but stayed back, because whatever Andy was doing didn't seem to affect Sam not from the way he had been able to lie.

Sam chased him into a back alley and Hermione and Dean followed at a distance. Sam accused Andy of the murders, of being able to do things with his mind and from the looks of it Andy tried to protest; to say anything but was unable.

'Hermione.' Sam growled and she shrugged, looked at Dean who nodded. She cast the finite and Andy was suddenly able to speak, he fell back against the wall in relief.

'Why did you tell the doctor to walk in front of a bus?' the question was desperate, as if Sam had to know.

'What?' Confused and frightened.

Sam suddenly grabbed a hand to his head and Hermione and Dean rushed up to him. Hermione held her wand steadily on Andy in case this was his doing but Dean only had eyes for Sam. Sam fell to his knees and Dean held him.

'What, what do you see?'

'I'm not doing anything to him.' Andy held his arms up in surrender but Hermione didn't take her aim from him.

'A woman, a woman burning alive.'

A siren wailed past and Hermione turned to look; dread filling her. What the hell was the use of the visions if they couldn't stop them; if they couldn't save people?

Dean ran off and Hermione stayed with Sam; didn't want to leave him injured and at the mercy of Andy even if it was starting to look more and more like it wasn't him who was behind the deaths. She rubbed circles on Sam's back, comforting as he continued to hold his head in pain.

Dean called back with the expected news that the woman was dead, and Andy had been with them so it couldn't have been him, and that Sam's visions were less helpful then had been hoped. It was to be expected if it had something to do with the demon but seeing Sam's worried look Hermione knew that he had been hoping; hoping that something good could have come out of it all. Hermione was more worried about the fact that if Sam was just seeing something that they had no hope of changing; what the hell kind of chance did Harry have with a full blown prophecy? If they couldn't even change the outcome of a vision, how was she going to change Harry's fate?

Sam was sitting with Andy off to one side but Hermione was keeping her distance, she got that he hadn't been the one to kill these people, and he seemed like a nice enough guy but she didn't feel comfortable enough to get close enough to let him whisper in her ear.

'I mean, I got everything I need.' Hermione had to smile at that, she let out the breath she had been holding because unless this guy was an amazing actor then he wasn't going to be taking over the world.

'So you're really not a killer, huh?'

'That's what I've been trying to tell you.'

'That's good, that means there's hope for both of us.' Hermione frowned, worried at how much Sam was staking himself on the actions of other people. It was a fair enough guess that the demon had done something to these children but that didn't mean it was something that was going to corrupt them. Not if they didn't let it; she hoped.

***nh***

Hermione walked slowly down the sidewalk in the dark. Dean had wanted one of them to go with her but she had insisted that she could take care of herself. If this second physic that was lurking about was going to jump her then she could always just silence them. Hermione didn't feel as confident in her conviction as she had projected to still her brothers' fears but they were all hungry, and somebody had to get the food and it couldn't have been Sam because he had to stay with Andy or Dean because he didn't have any defense, so that left her.

Andy had suggested she go to the diner where his girlfriend worked; they apparently had the best pie in the whole county; and there really was no arguing with Dean after that statement. She had her orders and she was enjoying the warm night air. It never got this warm at night back home.

She entered the completely empty diner; it was late and it probably wasn't unusual but Hermione gripped her wand tighter, because there really weren't any such things as coincidences.

'Hello?'Hermione called out. There was no answer but she heard a faint shuffling from the back; at least there was somebody home. The waiter she had labeled creepy came out from the back doorway; she caught a glimpse of the woman, standing out back but it was cut off as the door that separated the front of house and back swung shut.

The man gave her a strange smile and she twisted her lips in greeting.

'Hi, can I grab some pie and whatever else you still have hot.'

'Sorry we're closed.' Hermione looked back at the door; closed sign facing her telling her they actually were still open. It was unfair to leave the door open like that.

'Look do you just have any pie left over; you don't even have to cook anything.' Hermione was getting an antsy feeling; the man was acting strange, his gaze kept drifting to the door where the woman was. From what she had seen earlier they didn't really look like the couple type. She really was getting a bad feeling about all of this.

He gave one last look back and then turned to her with a smile.

'Hey sure, I think we might have some pie left over, let me just go get it.' He went out back and she got another look at the woman, she was standing in exactly in the same position as before and Hermione took her wand out of her pocket where she had put it in anticipation of meeting people.

She kept her wand under the counter, getting ready to have him come back out. She wanted to go and get Dean but she couldn't just leave the lady there with him. God knows what he was going to do to her. Hermione remembered that she was Andy's sometimes girlfriend and given how this guy seemed to have a grudge against Andy she didn't want to think about it.

Andy came out and the woman hadn't moved; still as a statue, and something must have shown on her face. The man followed her gaze and when he met her eyes again his face was cold; crazy. She whipped up her wand and cast the Silencio, and whatever he had been about to say was cut off. She breathed in relief.

'Just stay right there.' Hermione saw the look of concentration on his face and she had a second to think to cast a stunner when she just stopped; stopped thinking, stopped moving, stopped everything but for what the man wanted. He was just such a nice guy, what could it hurt if she took off the silencio. She did and she had a moment of unease before it was washed away.

'Give me the stick.' And she did because what did she need her wand for when she had him. Something twitched in her brain but she shrugged it off, it couldn't be that important; she wondered what else he wanted her to do. There was a noise from the kitchen and he turned his head to look and she broke to the surface; above the sea of ease that his commands had driven into her brain. Silencing hadn't worked; apparently he could do things that Andy couldn't just with his mind, was definitely stronger then Andy.

He turned back to her and she fought against the sense of ease and wellbeing that was dragging her under.

'Go out into the kitchen, it'll be easier if you're both in the same room.' Well okay then, if it would make things easier for him, why shouldn't she? Her brain ticked but she moved forward easily enough, smiled at him because he was being awfully nice even if she was making things harder for him.

The woman stood in the kitchen with tears streaming down her face, she looked scared and Hermione wondered why.

'We're all going to go out the back to the car. Trace is going to ride up front with me while you can go into the back seat. When you get to the back seat I want you to lie down and go to sleep; can you do that for me?'

'Sure, you know I am kind of tired.' They followed his orders and as soon as Hermione crawled into the back seat and her heat hit the leather she felt her eyes closed. She had a moment of utter panic, a moment where she was screaming inside her head and thrashing trying to escape her own mind before she succumbed to her exhaustion.

***BHBHB*

Dean was freaking out. They had gotten the DMV picture of Weber; Andy's evil twin; and Sam had gone pale. Weber worked at the diner Tracy worked at, the diner that Andy had sent Hermione to for the county's best pie. Guilt was eating at Dean but he pushed it back in order to focus. He put his foot down harder and the Impala sped up; not fast enough, not nearly fast enough but doing her best.

They got to the diner; a short drive, and raced inside. Andy scrambled to the kitchen; both brothers hot on his tail, calling for both women, but there was no answer; no sign of either of them.

Dean punched the counter, wanting it to be flesh, wanting to get his hands on the fucker that would dare touch his baby sister. Sam had gone quite and imposing the way he did when he was truly furious.

They got back in the Impala, interrogating Andy on anything he knew about Weber, anything that might tell them where he would take the girls.

Sam threw his head back in agony as he flashed on a vision.

Dean slammed on the breaks, waiting for any answers. Sam opened the door and leaned out; one of the most important rules instilled in every Winchester since childhood; no throwing up in the Impala. John had always been adamant on that order, you could bleed but if you threw up you would be on the worst duty he could think up.

Dean put a hand on his brothers' back, tension thrumming through his body but patient enough to not demand answers.

'They're at a Ravine.'

***THHDG*

Dean separated from Sam and Andy; he was loath to do it but he couldn't risk the fight by being too close to it, not if he couldn't control his actions. He had taken the high powered rifle they kept just in case; it didn't get nearly enough use, but Dean knew how to use it.

He set off into the darkness; trying to find a spot that was far enough away and high enough to get just the right shot. He sped up because he didn't want to miss anything. Not when his sisters life was in the balance.

***NNJ*

Weber was enjoying the show the little bitch was putting on; he gave a quick glance into the back seat to the unconscious one and smiled at the thought of enjoying her too when he was done with this one. He turned back to Tracey; scared little Tracey. He couldn't keep her fear out, not when it was taking practically everything he had to keep the brown haired mystery unconscious. There was something different about her; the way she had made him go silent. He spared a though for her little stick and smiled. If he could control her enough then there wasn't anything he wouldn't be able to do. The yellowed eyed man would no doubt be impressed; if he could control her.

'Hey; Slower. Tracy? I want you to listen to me very carefully, okay? When we're done here, I want you to head over to the edge of that dam, okay?'

'Okay.' Tracey whimpered it and he smiled because he usually missed out on this part; the fear. He usually had enough to make them enjoy it with him, but the fear he could hear, could see in Tracy was intoxicating. It made him wonder why he had wasted his time before when he could have been having this all along.

'And when you get there, you're gonna think you can fly. And you're just gonna step right off. You can fly, can't you?' He watched her panic but he pushed confidence into her; pushed the belief that everything he said was right. The girl in the back twitched.

'Yeah, I think so.'

'You might get scared, but I want you to say that it's okay. Just tell yourself, everything is okay.'

The window beside him was smashed in, a gun was shoved into his face and he smiled.

'You really don't want to do this.' Sam backhanded Weber and dragged him out of the car. Andy ran over and placed the duct tape over his mouth; he got in a few solid kicks before Sam was able to pull him off. Andy had gotten Tracy out of the car and he looked around frantically for Hermione. A blow took him to the back of the head and he was out of it, just as he caught a glimpse of his sister's unconscious form.

***NCB*

Hermione was struggling out of her unconsciousness, it was hard and she was sluggish but she made it. She caught the sound of fighting; yelling and it brought her around faster when she remembered what had happened. She looked out the window; keeping her head as low as she could; Sam was down for the count and Andy was yelling at Weber while Weber tried to coax him into seeing things his way. Hermione looked around but she couldn't see Dean and then there was Tracy standing on the edge of the dam.

The wind was blowing her hair and she looked scared out of her mind and Hermione winced. She looked around desperately for her wand but couldn't see it anywhere. She had read about wandless magic; knew that it took a hell of a lot of power, and she hoped she had it in her; ignored the fear that said she didn't, that she wasn't good enough, never would be.

She opened the car door and tumbled out onto the road, Tracy was lost to her sight but she got the attention of Andy and Weber; Sam was coming too and she held her hand out to Weber. She said the words to stun and put everything she had into it. A red light shot out from her hand and hit him square in the chest.

Weber stumbled but didn't go down; he shook his head in confusion and pressed a hand to his chest as if winded. Hermione almost cried out because she had failed.

'What the hell was that?' Weber seemed to shake it off and Hermione waited for the new orders; was ready to fight it with everything she had. Sam groaned as he woke up further and turned his head to her. He looked at her in relief and she smiled tightly at him; afraid that this might be the last time she saw him.

The spell had taken a lot out of her; it had been like pulling her energy out through her hand and it had left her panting and exhausted.

Then Weber tilted his head and looked off into the distance; back into the forest.

'I see you.' Terror came to Sam's eyes and he whispered one word that set Hermione into a panic.

'Dean.' Hermione pulled her magic around her, everything she had, she prayed and then let go in a wash of power.

The crack was massive, deafening; seconds later it was echoed by two shots.

Weber twitched on the ground; blood spurting from the newly made hole in his back; dying.

Sam watched Andy with sadness. Andy met his eyes briefly but had to look away. He made his way to Tracy; pulled her away from the ledge and just breathed again. His hands trembled as he set the gun on the ground, stepped away from it as if that could take it all away.

Sam got to his feet and started to make his way to where he had heard the second shot; numb with fear. He moved steadily; jerkily until he was jogging and then running as fast as he could.

***HGH*

Dean had been about to shoot himself; rifle barrel tucked up under his chin, unable to stop himself, unable to stop the order, the need to just do it. He had squeezed down on the trigger, fighting, uselessly, with everything he had to pull his finger away. Hermione had appeared beside him with a deafening crack and the smell of ozone. She had pulled the gun from under his chin and the shot had gone wide. The gun had gone off beside his ear and it left a ringing deafness that wasn't going to disappear for awhile.

There had been another shot down with Sam and he had scrambled to look through the gun sight; Weber was down, and Sam was rushing towards them. He breathed out in relief.

He turned back to Hermione and watched on in alarm as she threw her guts up; curling away from him, but not able to move any further then where she had landed. He worried that she had been hurt but there wasn't any blood.

He rubbed circles on back, held her hair away from her mouth and tried to relax.

Sam appeared; crashing through the undergrowth; sweaty and with a little blood along his scalp. Dean smiled in triumph because they had all made it out again; the bad guy was dead and all was well with the world. Sam said something but Dean just shook his head and pointed to his ears. He couldn't hear anything over the ringing.

Sam nodded and pointed to Hermione who was lying on the ground curled up and shaking; practically unconscious but holding on. Dean shrugged, and Sam moved forward to kneel beside her, being careful where he put his knees.

He turned Hermione toward him, onto her back and looked into her eyes; trying to see if she was injured.

Hermione smiled up at him beatifically, incredibly proud of herself, of having saved Dean, of having done the impossible.

'You okay?'

'Yeah, I've never done that before.' Her words were slurred but she couldn't keep the grin from her face.

'What was that?'

'I just apparated; I've only ever read about it or seen it done. I haven't even had my first lesson.' Sam smiled at the pride in her voice; it didn't last long as his worried face came back in full force.

'Was it meant to be like that?'

'No, but I think, without a wand it was a pretty good for a first time.' Sam shook his head at her unrepenteness. He stood himself and helped Dean up before they both pulled Hermione to her feet. Her knees buckled and Sam swung her up into his arms before setting off down back to the cars, back to Andy and the dead Weber.

****BHHBB***

Hermione smiled at the handsome paramedic as he gave her a bottle of Gatorade and a cookie; saying it was for exhaustion and she needed a sugar fix. Hermione shrugged and just grinned at the pretty man. She knew she was acting a little loopy but she was just so tired, couldn't be bothered to sober herself up.

Dean frowned at the man and the way his sister was looking at him; frowned until the man put up his hands in surrender and backed off. Sam got done with having his shoulder mended and they all sat together alone in the melee. They watched Andy talk his way around the cops and Dean felt worry at how good he was at that. His thoughts were echoed by Sam.

Sam continued with his spiel on murder and being pushed into killing people and Dean was left floundering trying to reassure him. Dean didn't understand it, what Andy had done had been done to save people; there hadn't been anything wrong with it.

Hermione put a hand to Sam's face, clumsily, practically slapping him as she tried to find purchase, leaning into him.

'Sam, self defense isn't murder.' She was adamant with her slurring words; trying to get him to understand.

'Sometimes you just have to do what has to be done, and it doesn't make you a monster. Andy did the right thing, you do the right thing. If you start to not see the path of goodness we can just kick you arse until it's so close to your face that you can't help but see it. Don't worry Sam, you think we're going to let some yellow eyed fucker try and take you and make you bad just because he has some big bad plan. That's not our job, our job is to put as many sticks in arse that can fit before he goes crazy from frustration and then we can destroy him because it'll be more fun that way.' She spoke quickly, nodding emphatically and Sam and Dean looked at her in amazement, because she hadn't even breathed through that. Sam wasn't sure that even made sense but he understood the meaning behind the words, knew that he was safe if he had his family.

Dean nodded in agreement and clapped Sam on the shoulder.

'Couldn't agree more, but for the sticks in his arse; that just sounds wrong.' Hermione laughed, high and girlish and Dean couldn't help but smile. He pulled his little sister to him, held her tight between her two brothers. They could do this, they were a family and they could save each other.

To be continued…