CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
Summary: Nine years after the war, Hermione's the Head of the Auror Department that specialises in dealing with Magical Creatures and fugitive Death Eaters that are loose in the Muggle World. With the fugitive Death Eaters no longer hiding in Britain, she's tracking rogue Death Eaters in the United States, which leads her to The Winchester brothers. The Witch and The Hunters are a dynamic trio that no creature, being or beast wishes to mess with, Magical or Supernatural. Hermione/Dean pairing. Rated M for a reason.
Disclaimer: I don't own original canon characters or events, just those that I create myself. Everything belongs to J.K Rowling and the creators of Supernatural. I am not making a profit posting this fanfic.
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"So, you never answered me, do you want to come with me to England? If we stay a little longer than needed, I can show you some of Wizarding Britain."
"You'll show me the secrets of your world?"
"Of course I would."
"Isn't it against the law?"
"Not really, we're married. Not by human law, but in the eyes of magic and Heaven, which means I no longer have to remain cautious about what I've been telling you."
"You've been leaving things out?" He questioned with a raised eyebrow.
She shrugged. "Only the things that are sworn to secrecy to remain from muggles, and they've had no significance to the things you've asked or seen. But now I don't have to hold anything back from you, seeing as we're married. McGonagall's been on my back lately, she wants me to guest lecture at Hogwarts since I haven't been back in two years. I'm sure if I ask her she'll give you permission to come with me, that way I can show you the ins and outs of how a school for witches and wizards works and you can see that we aren't evil. Oh, and I can finally introduce you to ghosts that don't want to kill you."
He laughed at her. "Well, only if they don't want to kill me, it'll be nice having a break from having to defend myself from one thing or another."
"Is that a yes?"
"It is," he laughed at her smile, and then she frowned, biting her lip.
"What is it?" He pushed her hair behind her ear and out of her face.
"There's no possible way I can keep you a secret."
"A secret from who exactly?"
"Everyone, Dean, I wasn't kidding when I said I have seven brothers, a sister and a sister-in-law for every brother, plus there's Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Then there's Draco and Luna, and the press and public..."
"So don't keep me a secret," he shrugged.
Her eyes snapped to him. "You want to meet them?" She said surprised.
"Not really," he admitted, feeling uncomfortable just talking about it. "But they're your family and sooner or later, they're going to find out that I exist. Harry already knows about us, so he can be a buffer is anything were to go wrong, and I always have my weapons with me."
She rolled her eyes. "You'll need those for Ronald, he gets very jealous when he sees that I have a new boyfriend and his levels of being a dickhead only rise. The others will likely be surprised that you're a muggle and I've kept your existence a secret from them, but once they get over it, they'll interrogate you as if it were the Spanish Inquisition." He snorted at her. "I'm being serious, not even I will be able to save you from that fate."
"If I should meet them, then I'll deal with it."
"Your funeral," she muttered.
"They can't be that bad."
"They are. Bill's a curse breaker and the job basically describes itself, Charlie's a dragon tamer, again, self explanatory. Percy works for The Ministry of Magic under Kingsley, George has his own growing chain of magical joke shops, so he's the worst of the lot of them, and you should never under any circumstances, take anything from him, ever!" He snorted at her. "Ron's an auror and a dickhead," she said and his snort turned into a chuckle. "And Ginny's a professional Quidditch player. You already know what Harry and Draco do, and Luna, well, she's a bit odd, but she has a heart of gold."
"Odd?" He questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"Odd," she nodded. "It's the simplest way to describe her."
"Odd it is. I'm sure I can handle it, I do deal with demons, gods and supernatural beings for a living."
She started laughing at him. "Oh, you are so in for a shock, Winchester." She shook her head at him and her chuckles died down, as she settled down against him. "Do you want to tell people that we're married?" She asked quietly.
"Only if it's what you want," he told her calmly, but he wanted nothing more than to display to the world that she was his.
"And if I do, am I legally changing my name?"
"Changing your name?" He questioned confused.
"Changing my name, I am technically your wife, would you like for me to change my name?"
"To Winchester?"
"Hmm," she hummed, and when he was silent for a while, she looked up, seeing the thoughtful frown on his face. "I don't have to change my name if you don't want me to," she told him.
His eyes snapped up to her, and she could practically see the thoughts running through his mind.
"It's not that I don't want you to take my name, it's if you do you'll become a target."
"I'm already a target, people in my world know who I am," she reminded him. "I have several fan clubs, of which I won't be talking about out of fear of dying of embarrassment at some of the things they've done in the past," she said with a grimace on her face and his mouth twitched in amusement. "It'll prove to people that I'm no longer a bachelorette and maybe they'll leave me alone now, they did Harry once he married. And you're forgetting, I was kidnapped but a few hours ago."
His face darkened at the reminder and his hold on her tightened.
"Who was that anyway? How did you find me?"
He took a deep breath to calm himself. "His name's Crowley, he's The King of Hell."
Her eyes widened and then she bit her lip. "Oops," she said sheepishly.
"Oops?" He questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"Well, I may have said some things that I probably shouldn't have, since I didn't know who he was."
"Such as?"
"I called him a bastard, said he had he an ugly mug, I insulted his manners and his inability to tie me to a comfy chair, since the one he gave me bloody hurt, and I may have threatened to sever his limbs and beat him to death with them."
He stared at her in surprise, before he burst out laughing.
"That's my girl," he said proudly, his laughter breaking off into chuckles.
"He said he knew I was different, that I wasn't quite human or supernatural. He's been having us followed, and he's been watching you and Sam for a while. When he was informed that I'd been travelling with you longer than a month, he wanted to know why it was me that had captured your attention."
"And this is why I need to protect you from him. Crowley's The King of Hell, he's a dangerous demon, he's powerful."
"I guess it's a good thing I can take care of myself then."
"I'm well aware of that, I saw what you did to him."
"Meaning?" She frowned. She'd passed out after the release of her magic and she couldn't remember anything prior to waking up in the Impala.
"Well, I broke down the door to the warehouse and shot him with a salt round to get him away from you, but I missed when he was flown back away from you. You sent him straight through the wall. I don't know what happened after that, the moment you passed out I got us straight out of there."
"Do you think he knows about me?" She asked him.
"I don't know what he knows about true born witches, he might just assume that I turned up with Cas and it was him that protected you."
"Here's hoping," she sighed. "At least he won't be able to find us in England."
"Why not?"
"Demons don't exist in the Wizarding World, the magic surrounding it is too strong for them to cross, any tracking methods or devices he may use will be useless if they're technological, and magical methods won't work either, as the magic of the trueborns will send the magic from hell haywire due to the strength of it. He'll never be able to track us to the apartment either, since Castiel warded it against Angels and demons. So, if you wanted to, we can use my apartment as a home base. Somewhere that's safe, we can keep track of cases and store your weapons and supplies. We have somewhere to put down roots and when we have a respite from cases, we always have somewhere to go."
He pushed her curls behind her ears for the umpteenth time that night.
"I can't think of anything better," he told her softly and she beamed at him.
"What's mine is yours now, including my properties and assets."
"That doesn't settle well with me," he frowned.
She shrugged. "Doesn't matter, there's nothing we can do about it. And don't be surprised if the house-elves start calling you Master."
"And why would they do that?" He asked surprised.
"Like I said, what's mine is yours, and that includes the house-elves under my care. They are not only bound to me, but they are bound to you now, too. If you call for the assistance of one of them, they will respond to you as if you were me. If anyone else were to do it, they wouldn't hear it."
"But why now and not before? We've been bound for over a month."
She shrugged. "It might have something to do with Castiel since he put a damper around us to prevent others from coming to us after the bond was sealed. He essentially hid the bond from everyone, including ourselves, which is why neither I nor my magic picked up on the fact that we now share a soul."
He frowned. "Is that why I was able to find you?"
"How did you find me?" She questioned curiously.
"Your wand, I don't know how or why, but when I touched it, it was as if it was speaking to me, and I asked Sam what the spell was that you used to track down the Death Eaters. I was able to cast it and it led me straight to you."
She bit her lip in thought. "You're not a wizard, as we both know and you have no magical potential within you, nor do you have any magical lineage." He raised an eyebrow at her. "I may have gotten curious one day and compared your family tree to the magical families in the US," she said sheepishly and he snorted. "My point being, you don't even have a Squib in your lineage. The only reason you were able to use magic is because I was in danger. My wand would've sensed your need to find me and since we are bound by magic, the part of my soul that resides in you would've tapped into my magic, allowing you to cast the spell to find me. Essentially, you used my magic to find me."
"So can I use magic like you?"
"No," she shook her head. "It'll only work when I'm in trouble and without my wand, so don't be getting any ideas," she told him and he gave her a look of innocence. "But it may be beneficial if I teach you the theory behind Tracking Magic, so that if we find ourselves in this situation again, you'll be able to find me."
"I'm down with that," he shrugged.
"It's not easy, you know? Tracking Magic is a pain in the arse to teach to others, especially since once you learn it, you start personalising it to better suit your wants and needs. And it's not an easy form of magic to learn either, I'm going to need your full attention when I teach you it."
"You'll have it," he promised. "And I'll do my best to remember it all."
"That's all I ask," she sighed, snuggling down against him.
