Chapter 2

Ok so I went through the reviews (thanks you lot) and they made me really happy so I'm going to continue with this. On the problems, yeah once I re-read it a couple of times I face palmed about how stupid I was to miss that. One thing I want to clear up was the pregnancy thing. I was thing in my head 1 month so 4 or 5 weeks and my hands wrote down 1 week instead. Sorry about that.

Anyhoo, I'm going to go through Hermione's years at school but in-between I'm going to have a small bit of Sam, Dean and John POV as well.

At school Hermione will act different to cannon as she is American and a Winchester, she's lost some of her accent but her attitude is brasher and less uppity than in the books.

Disclaimer- I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR SUPERNATURAL. THEY BELONG TO JK AND WHOEVER COME UP WITH SUPERNATURAL.

Awesome11- It's going to go from before Season 1- when Dean is 20, the year (and a bit) before Sam leaves, then through the Season, (Maybe). Thanks!

I'm going to be updating around every weekend, maybe less since its May exams time coming up for me.

-SPN&HP-

That same day- July 1985

John drove back to Singer Salvage with music blaring and only the barest amount of guilt possible. The whole way back he had to focus on not thinking about what he had done, otherwise it would go something like this:

You just gave away your only daughter.

She had magic, magic is evil.

You think she's a witch but how do you think a 6 year old would sell their soul to a demon?

It doesn't matter.

Mya was your daughter, your little princess, remember that? You just put her on a plane to England and gave her to some strangers who confirmed an adoption policy over the phone and through email. You just gave your 6 year old daughter away to people who you haven't even met and told her to never come back. Do you even have a heart?

It doesn't matter, she had magic, she was evil.

What about when Dean finds out what you've done? You know Dean loves Mya, he won't be happy with you at all. What about if Sam finds out, he definitely won't be happy with you, you took away his big sister!

She had magic. She was evil.

This had gone on several times over the course of the journey but John never even thought about going back. The Chevrolet pulled into Singer Salvage and his little boy ran out of the house. It was a long journey to the airport and back, 4 and a half hours each way which meant he had been gone the whole day.

Dean knew it had only been a few hours but he still missed his twin. He wondered where they had gone and whether Mya had a good time. Did she end up crying, did dad shout at her, did they have fun? Questions shot around his brain. When he heard the rumbling engine of the Impala Dean flew like a cannonball out of the run down house. He saw John in the front seat with a deep frown on his face but he couldn't see Mya anywhere. Maybe she was lying down and had gone to sleep in the back of the car. Yeah that was it. Dad was mean but he wouldn't abandon her. He kept thinking this over in his head until dad pulled in by the front of the house and Mya was nowhere in sight.

"Hey Dean-o."

His dad walked up and ruffled his hair like nothing was wrong. He even had a smile on his face which was very out of place for him.

"Where's Mya?! She's not here! Dad where is she!?"

"Calm down and I'll talk to you inside as long as you are man enough to not cry like a little bitch."

John led Dean into Bobby's house and up to Dean's room for the week. He sat down tiredly on the small bed and patted the space beside him. Dean was suspicious, why was he acting nice all of a sudden. Then he ran forwards and waited patiently to find out where his sister was.

"I need to not shout, you'll wake your brother up. And what I tell you I want you to keep a secret. Tell no one, Dean, not even Sam about Mya. Anyway, what I did? I sent her away, she's with a nice family in England now and she's not going to come back."

"What?!"

"Dean, lower your voice."

"…Yes sir."

"Good, and she's gone now and you're never going to see her again, but let's skip over that, this is important and no matter what you think of it, obey me. You must never speak of her again. If someone asks if you have any siblings you say Sam and no one else. Hermione Winchester does not exist, got it? You don't tell anyone anything about her, even Sam, if Sam mentions her you don't say anything. You don't talk with her, about her, you don't even think of her, you get me? She is not a Winchester, she didn't deserve to be one. She can no longer call herself that. From now on you do not have a sister."

With that small speech, John left the room with his eldest son crying silently on the bed. His thoughts were on her, disobeying his dad. He wanted to ask more questions, find out more about what will happen but the conversation was over and he would just get dad angry again and he did not want that. So he just sat there thinking about his lost sibling. Why did she have to go? Why did dad just throw her out? Why did he seem so happy about it? Everyone who knew the Winchester family knew Dean and Mya were incredibly close and now he couldn't even talk to her anymore?

Even though this had to come along and shake up Dean's perspective of his dad, Dean still loved him so he would obey. He would not tell anyone about her, he wouldn't talk to her or try to see her but he would never ever forget his twin. He didn't want to, he loved her so much. He was furious with John, the first time he had ever been properly angry at anyone. Dean was reminiscing on her when he remembered something. What about Sammy? He won't even know he has a sister! Dean at least would have his wonderful and not-so-wonderful memories of her, Sam wouldn't even have that! Dean was slightly jealous of this, he wouldn't have to remember her, but Dean wouldn't want to lose his memories of his only sister. He kept worrying about her though. Was she ok? Did she miss them? Did she even want to leave? Was she going to forget them?

-SPN&HP-

Kings Cross Station, September 1st 1991

It had been 5 years since her fa- John forced her to get onto the plane to England. She had lost most of her American accent and slang, and she had found a family with Mr and Mrs Granger who she now called Mum and Dad. They were a couple who really wanted children but were sadly unable too. She didn't tell them what her life was like back in America, she didn't tell anyone. When asked she was Hermione Granger, daughter of two dentists living in London. She was the most normal she had ever been in her life. That didn't mean she had any friends though, Hermione was a bit of a loner. You could always find her reading or doing something dangerous that most children's parents disagreed with. They always got a bit scared of her to be honest, but she wasn't bullied. People soon learnt after a couple of swings at her, Hermione didn't give two shits for anyone who tried to wind her up. Nobody but her parents new that she was adopted and they didn't even know how messed up her dad was anyway, so if people had bullied her it would be about her bushy hair, large teeth or weird accent. Not that she cared about those things anyway, you would most likely find her in her family's library reading some book while blasting Nirvana or some other loud band that the Grangers weren't sure how she knew about, their collection was mostly Beatles or ABBA.

She was happy. There were times where she would miss her brothers and her dad and Uncle Bobby but she honestly couldn't remember too much of them. She had memorised what Dean looked like of course, she wasn't going to forget that, but she was forgetting their voices, or the things that they'd say to her. She remembered being called Mya a lot so she didn't let anyone else call her that.

One time she was particularly reminded of her old family was last summer around 6 weeks ago. Her parents had been making dinner while she was in the front room watching the Muppets (she would never get tired of them) when there was a loud knock on the door. Not knowing who it was as they were not expecting guests this time of day, Mr Granger had gone to open the door. He opened it and was surprised by the result. Standing there was a tall older lady wearing sapphire blue- were they robes?! – and a pointy matching hat. She had greying brown hair that was pulled severely into a bun, stretching her face and rimless glasses perched upon her nose. Her mouth was pursed into a thin line and hands were crossed in front of her clutching at a piece of yellowed paper.

"May I come in or must I stay on your doorstep?"

She had a Scottish accent that was a bit unexpected.

"Yes! Yes of course, where are my manners? I'm David Granger, and you are?"

"Minerva McGonagall, I'm here to talk to Hermione Winchester, was it? It's for a very specific school for very specific students, I'll explain in a moment."

That was when Hermione learnt she was a witch. She was ecstatic of course, but it also made her sad. This was the reason that her dad gave her away, she had magical powers from birth not by choice and that meant that he gave her away for no reason. He didn't know about the magical community, he had only heard about witches who whored their souls out to a demon for power. That was not her.

Hermione had gone to Diagon Alley with her parents and bought the new magical supplies and now she was off to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The letter instructed her to Kings Cross Station and walk through barriers 9 and 10, to get to Platform 9 ¾. It was crazy and maybe illegal but she doubted it, she had done the Christo test and Professor McMoody didn't flinch at all, so that confirmed she wasn't a demon. She wasn't sure about anything else though, but Hermione didn't care, she got to go to a School to learn how to control her powers, maybe then dad will let her back.

Deciding not to delve any deeper into the subject, Hermione kept walking across Kings Cross Station at 10:48 AM, ready to board the train, if she could find it that is. Professor McWhatshername had said to "Walk between Platforms 9 and 10," that would be helpful if she could find the platforms! London was still so confusing. They had found the platform eventually thanks to a pair of guards who were used to people getting lost all of the time. Without even hesitating Hermione walked straight at the brick wall and didn't even flinch when she went through. The time was now 10:56 and the train was leaving at promptly 11 o'clock which meant she had four minutes to say a hurried goodbye to her parents, out her luggage on the train and hop aboard to Crazy Town. Thankfully these two ginger twins helped her load her stuff before she got on, or she would have been left behind.

Hermione scoured the train for a seat when she came across a compartment with only one boy in it, who was stuck underneath the seat of the train, searching for something.

"Hello?" Hermione called out. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, yes I'm fine, I've just lost my pet toad. My name's Neville Longbottom by the way. Who're you?"

"I'm Hermione, Hermione Granger. Would you like me to help? I could search one half of the train while you search the other and I'm sure we could find your toad soon enough."

Neville nodded and chatted with Hermione for a bit, then decided to go down towards the front of the train and have Hermione search the back. She had met a lot of different people on the journey, some kind, some terrible like that carriage of older pupils wearing green lined black robes. Some people were asleep while some were chatty, some were her age, brand new, while others were older, even up to 18 years old. Most were kind and told her that no they had not seen a toad anywhere, others called her rude names when they found out her parents were non magical. Oh how she wished she could use a good old fashioned gun, but there were two problems to that. One, it was illegal, two, she was getting out of practise as she had not shot a gun in 5 years.

She continues to walk down the impressive length of the train, still asking around for that god forsaken toad. One carriage she walked into, right at the front of the train had two boys sitting by themselves inside. One was tall and gangly with a head of red hair and freckles to match and icy blue eyes. He had chocolate smeared all over his face and dirt on his nose. The other boy was noticeably quieter and sat opposite him, he had a messy mop of black hair that covered part of his forehead, green eyes and round glasses.

She walked in and said "Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville's lost one."

Her American accent was almost completely lost but you could maybe pick up on it if you heard certain words like when she said words like zebra for example, then it really was obvious.

"No," The redhead answered. She noticed that he had his wand out and in his hand.

"Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see then."

"Ahem, Sunshine, daisies and butter mellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow," which did absolutely nothing but make his pet rat squeal and run off.

"Are you sure that's a real spell? Well, it's not very good, is it? Of course I've only tried a few simple spells myself, and they've all worked for me. For example…" Hermione then went and sat next to the dark haired boy and pointed her wand at his face. "Oculus Reparo. That's better, isn't it? Holy Shit! You're Harry Potter. I'm Hermione Granger...and you are...?"

They were taken aback by her language before they both smiled, she had seemed rather uppity at first but maybe they could get used to her, uppity, bossy people didn't have fun, maybe she was different.

"Ron, Ron Weasley." He said through a mouthful of chocolate.

"Well boys, this could be the start of a beautiful friendship." They stayed and talked for a while before the boys went and got their robes on.

-SPN&HP-

Summer after 1st year

If Hermione had found it hard not to tell her parents what John's profession was, she undoubtedly found it hard to not tell the two boys who had become her best friends. She had wanted to say so badly that she had two brothers, one was her twin, that she knew how to hunt monsters and how to shoot a gun and that her dad had given her away and all the emotion baggage that came with it. But she didn't because that would open another whole box of hurt and pain as well as put them in danger and then make it a secret and it would just be an unnecessary chick flick moment that she did not need in her hectic life. Once she also found out that owls could fly anywhere with just the name of the person it needed it to get to, it was hard to convince herself to not send a letter to her old family. She couldn't remember what they sounded like anymore, or how they behaved, even if that hadn't changed in the 6 years she'd been gone. She tried not to dwell on that though.

She most definitely did not tell her parents most of had happened that year with good old no-nose coming back, or her almost being killed by a rabid three headed dog, or that she was best friends with a boy who was the first on an evil wizard's kill list, because her parents would almost certainly pull her out of school and she did not want that at all. She had told them that she was sorted into the house of the brave, and that she had a couple of really good friends that she would be writing to over the summer, that she had learnt all of these lovely things about magic and a completely different world. She had told them about what lessons she was taking but she had to make up how she was doing in the exams as Headmaster Dumbledore had them cancelled, which she really couldn't explain to them. Otherwise it was all good in her house. She had tried making friends with some other kids around her area and she did, and spent most of her time outside climbing trees at the park or being round her friends' house once she had finished her homework. In contrast to what her magical friends thought, she wasn't all that much of a bookworm, yes she read for pleasure and read a book every few weeks but she would much rather be outside hunting things or just generally being active, though education was very important to her. Before coming to England she didn't think that she would get much of an opportunity to have a good one, she though that she would be hunting from the age of 14 and not actually finish or start Uni.

Harry and Ron had asked about her life and she had answered with: her parents are dentists, she is an only child, raised in London but had a family friend who was American and that's where the slight accent came from, because she spent a lot of time around him. None of that was true, but hey, how was she going to tell 2 wizards that her mum was brutally murdered by a demon when she was 4 then proceeded to never have a proper home until she was adopted? Exactly.

Her summer passed fast and before she knew it she was back on the platform.

-SPN&HP-

On the road, somewhere near Alabama, 1991

It was 5 years since he had seen his sister and every year he always expected to see her again. It was worse at Christmas as he had fuzzy memories of what it used to be like when they were small, in their house in Kansas. It was even harder trying not to tell Sammy.

He was seven now, and Dean had practically raised him these past years, John was never there for them, always out on a hunt, or just out in general. Sam was constantly reading any books he could find and that he could read at seven. They both went to school but they moved all of the time, the longest ever spent in one place was a few months without John, they had been dropped off at Bobby's which brought back memories, last year and the boys finally went to school for more than a couple of weeks. They actually made friends before moving and they didn't want to move away.

He still couldn't forgive his dad for what he did to Mya but he didn't want to disobey orders and have Sam copy him, he was stubborn enough on his own, even when it came to homework, even though they were only staying for a week usually, Sam always did the homework set for him, whether he had to give it in or not, and he never wanted help on it either. He was too much like Mya that way, which made Dean mad, Sam was the male version of her but he would never see her again, he even wanted to go to college when he was older, which was so much like what Mya had told Dean about it hurt, he wanted a normal life where he didn't have to move around all of the time, even though he didn't know about demons and werewolves. He thought that dad was a travelling salesman which Dean could tell would piss him off when he got older, that they didn't tell him. Dean, although he followed dad's every order to the letter, still wanted that life, to have a normal life with a big house and not have to worry about monsters coming to kill his brother and dad, to not have had his twin given away by the man who was supposed to protect her.

The main event of the year had been when they stayed at Bobby's, this time for only a couple of weeks before they moved again. This year had been reasonably safe compared to others.

He daydreamt about the normal life he craved for a bit; a big house in a friendly neighbourhood, two kids, a dog and maybe a cat, a wife and normal job, with a sister and brother who came to visit on the weekends, who were both doing well on their own.

He was pulled out of his pleasant dream by the heavy rock music in the Impala stopping and he realised that he needed to change the cassette tapes over.

Maybe one day.

A/N- I know it's not that long, but I didn't have as much time like I do in the holidays, but it is 3.5 k without the A/N's that I know annoy most people.

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