Heya! It's been a while so here is the next chapter. I'm hurrying through the school years and the war then to the meeting but until then tadah!
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Just out of interest, who do you think Hermione should end up with?
I was thinking Cas would be cool but I'm not sure, anyway Comment who you want!
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Ps- If you put Ron, I probably won't listen, as with Harry because I see them more as sibling then a couple.
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Hermione's 2nd year passed much like her first, but in a way it was worse. First, she was called that horrid name by the despicable being, then she accidentally turned herself into a cat / human hybrid, then she was petrified. That was the worst. No matter what others though, she was still awake for those few weeks and it was horrible. She could talk to no one, she couldn't move her limbs or her chest properly and so she had trouble breathing. She also had nothing to distract herself either, her thoughts almost always towards the dark corner of her mind, drawing up conclusions that would make others insane with worry, or even guilt. She did worry though, because her best friends were in danger and there was nothing more she could do to help them, not even talk to them, she was trapped in a cage of her own mind, placed there by terrifying yellow eyes that burned into the back of her eyelids.
After a month she was freed and all she could think of was why did only Harry visit her? And only once? She had other friends, Ron, Neville, Luna, Seamus, Dean, Parvarti, Padma, Lavender, she actually had a lot of friends. So why didn't they come visit her? Anyone could have and she wouldn't have minded as long as she had something to distract herself.
Anyway, then the exams were cancelled and it was time to go home again, which was fun, as she got to go to France for a few weeks, upon the beach across the south coast, along from Nice to Toulon, Bordeaux to Cannes, relaxing on the beach, then up to Paris and visited the famous monuments like La Torre Eiffel, L'Arc De Triomphe, Le Louvre, La Notre Dame du Paris, Champs-Elysees and finally the Palace of Versailles. It was a good holiday that she enjoyed, as well as practicing her French which her parents insisted she carried on with from primary school, as well as Latin on the side, for more than one reason. It was good to know in magic as most of the spells are Latin based, as well as in hunting you need to know Latin for the exorcises that you preform.
The holiday was fantastic and she got to meet up with some friends at home as well. All too soon it came to an end and it was back to the wonderful yet terrible school that was Hogwarts.
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Dean is thirteen now and can shoot a gun, get a bull's-eye from 100 metres. He had yet to go on a hunt, but that will happen soon. The biggest thing happened this year though, Sam had found out about demons. He was only eight, but it was a long time coming. 'Found out' isn't really the correct term, more like Dean told him, poor kid. He was terrified, by the prospect of demons but the fact that the only family he knew about had been lying to him his entire life. Sam's 9 now and he wants nothing to do with hunting, and Dean doubts he ever will but hey, you can't choose what happens in your life, not in this line of work. He was enthusiastic though, he wanted to rid the world of evil.
Even though Sam now knew what his family did for a living, he was still not told about Mya, for some reason unknown to Dean, John still wanted Sam in the dark about this, which was not a good idea, as Sam could get seriously angry when he wanted to.
The brothers were still close to each other, albeit Dean beginning to have a bit more of a stroppy teenager attitude and thinking that younger kids were not worth his time.
It had been a while since Dean had thought about his sister, and now that they were training Sam, for the first time since she had left, Dean didn't think about her. It was also getting harder and harder to visualise her, brown hair, brown eyes, shorter than him and that was about it. Her voice had faded a while ago, and only faint memories survived, like them singing along to the rock in dad's car on a summer's day, or when Dean had a nightmare of the night their mother died, and Hermione coming over to comfort him, but some of his happiest memories were before even that, with mum in the kitchen making cookies and somehow they had ended up in a food fight, he and mum on one side, dad and Mya on the other and flour covering about half of the kitchen, or just some normal everyday things that they had done as a family, like one summer when they were really young and they had a picnic in the nearby park. Only those remained, as well as Mya's face the day that she left, tears and all.
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Hermione had realised within the first 3 weeks of school that Professor Lupin was a werewolf, aside from his name which could have been a coincidence, but seriously? Remus Lupin? And in one lesson where he mentioned his dad, Lyall, Hermione almost laughed out loud. Remus, son of Lyall Lupin? His name literally means Werewolf McWerewolf II! It was hilarious! Anyway, Professor Wolfie was also missing every lesson that fell on the day of a full moon as well as looking tired and drained both the morning before and the morning afterwards. Not to mention the fact that he was covered in scars that anyone who knew their lore could tell was straight from a werewolf's claw. It was easy, but she didn't want to confront him about it just yet, she didn't have any silver for one, and she wasn't sure what the difference was between magical werewolves and the folk lore ones, but she could tell that they were just as unpopular, seeing as Remus didn't seem to have a job before this.
She was also preoccupied by the notorious Sirius Black, who seemed very interested in getting to her best friend, as well as the Dementors. They were a nasty piece of work that almost sounded between a mix of a Dybbuk and a Nachzehrer. Not nice.
The year was reasonably peaceful aside from the break in, and for her, when the broom arrived. She was just concerned for her friend! Jeez! She understood that it was an amazing broom and she wouldn't have minded a go, but that was not the point. She was then ignored by the two boys she counted as her best friends and instead spent more time with other people throughout her year, and even the twins, who were always up for a good prank, they were good friends of hers most people in the school were.
One night, when they were visiting Hagrid and Buckbeak it happened. A great black dog had dragged Ron off, and Hermione ran the list of possible creatures through her head, she was always the best at research, even when she was younger and had memorised most of them. It could have been an Okuri-inu in Japanese mythology, a Black Dog or the Grim from English myths or even a Hellhound, though those wouldn't be visible.
When she got to the room in the Shrieking Shack and she saw Sirius she shouted "Skin walker!"
Which confused her friends, but made Sirius laugh. "I've only been called that once in my life, and you're wrong by the way, I can only change into that form. Now, how do you know about hunters little girl?"
"How do you, old man?" She crossed her arms and struck out her hip, wishing badly that she had some sort of gun on her.
"I had a run in with one when I was younger, on holiday in America."
"Who?" She spat the word out with venom in her mouth, she did not like the look of this guy. Harry and Ron had a look of shock on their faces, at the moment they didn't recognize Hermione, she was a different person now.
"I don't expect you to know-"
"Just do it."
"Bobby Singer."
"Uncle Bobby…" She muttered softly, though not soft enough for it not to be heard. "Skin walker, right? Why didn't he put a bullet in your head?"
"How do you know about Bobby Singer, you're a witch, he would have killed you on sight?"
Ron was almost passed out by now and Harry was just extremely confused. Hermione's parents were dentists, how did she know these 'hunters', who would have killed her?
"And for God's Sake, I am not a Skin Walker!"
"Never mind about me. Now what are you then, before I find I gun, because if you're lying, you son of a bitch, you won't even want to think about what I'll do." She looked around to find anything that she could kill him with.
"Animagus, wizard version of a skin walker but I do not kill people."
Harry then chose to speak up. "Well we all know that's a lie!"
"Harry, quiet. Tell me why you're here, why there's a werewolf and you tell me the truth, I'll tell you who I am."
"Fine, I'm here to kill that rat, Remus is a friend as he's trying to help, and that is the truth, your turn missy."
"I'm Hermione Gr-Winchester, daughter of John Winchester and Mary Campbell, God-daughter of Bobby Singer. I know about hunters, because I was going to be one."
At that precise moment Remus Lupin burst into the room. Harry got to his senses then and stood next to Hermione with his wand drawn.
"Looking a bit ragged, aren't we Sirius? Finally the skin reflects the madness within."
"You'd know all about madness within, wouldn't you Remus?"
Remus then ran forward and embraced Black like a brother.
"Werewolf! Harry, don't trust him, he's a werewolf and dangerous, we need silver!"
"How long have you known Miss Granger?" Remus asked tightly.
"2nd week of the year."
"How on earth did you-"
"She was a hunter in training Remus, when she was younger, probably kept up with all of the lore in case of an attack, didn't you? Bet your shooting's out of practise though."
"A Huntress? And here I thought it was just because of you being the brightest witch of your age."
"Yes, you glow like the sun. And you howl at the moon. Enough talk! He dies. Now. If you won't do it with me, Remus, I'll do it alone." He rushed forward toward Ron, but was pulled back by Lupin.
"Wait, Sirius-"
"I did my waiting! Twelve years of it! In Azkaban!"
The night then continued as we all know it did, with the use of the time-turner and the rescue of Buckbeak. After they had gotten back to Hospital they were sent to their dormitories, where they promised that they would talk about it in the morning.
The next morning in the Common Room, Harry, Ron and Hermione sat in a tight circle locked in conversation.
"Hermione, what did you mean that your name is Winchester?"
"Exactly that. My name isn't Granger at all. I was born in Kansas in America to John and Mary Winchester."
"What!? Why didn't you tell us! Why did you lie? Are you even our friend at all?!" Ron's quick temper got the best of him accusing Hermione until she shouted back.
"Ron, sit your arse back down and let me explain!"
Grudgingly he did so and she continued to tell her story.
"When my mum died, she was killed by a demon and dad got obsessed by trying to find this thing that we were on the road and didn't settle down for the next two years. I bet they're still hunting."
"They?"
"My brothers and my dad. Oh shit, Dean's probably on his first hunt by now."
"Wait- brothers? I thought you were an only child!"
"You also thought that I was a Granger, I have two brothers, Dean and Sammy. Dean's my twin and Sam is four years younger than us. I haven't seen them in eight years now." Tears started to well up in her eyes but she forbade them to fall. She slumped back into the sofa and leant on Harry's shoulder.
"Why haven't you seen them in so long?" Ron asked, his voice noticeably calmer than before.
"In our line of work, magic is evil, witches get their power by selling their souls to demons, not like how we do, but my dad didn't know that. When I turned 6 my magic started flaring up when we had arguments, or when we were in danger, I flipped a table in a motel once. Dad didn't know what to make of it, he knew it was magic and his brain immediately associated magic with evil and six months later I found myself to England to new foster parents and I was told that I could never come back to the family again. I haven't seen them since, Sam was only two, and he's 10 by now. He can't even remember me."
Hermione started to cry again, but properly now, with tears streaming down her face. Ii was shocking to the boys, as Hermione never cried before, she was always so in control of herself. They tries to comfort her, but in all honesty they didn't know how. Their best friend had been lying to them for 2 years but she was so emotionally spent that they didn't care.
Harry wrapped his arm around her and Ron did the same and tried to console her.
"Hey its ok, Mya," He whispered in her ear.
She shot up, and stopped crying immediately to look at Harry with an evil look in her eye.
"Do not call me that." Her voice was filled with steel and ice but still trembled with emotion, chocked with tears. "That's what they called me." She drifted off at the end but she was otherwise fine after that and never brought it up again.
One day nearer to the end of school Harry found Hermione crying again, took her and led her towards a desk. They talked for a bit when Harry had a suggestion.
"Why don't you write a letter to Dean, just don't send it. It might help you."
Hermione agreed to try and wrote the letter, imagining she was talking to her brother, she didn't mention magic purely because she didn't want to but she wrote a long letter anyways.
That night, while Hermione slept more peacefully than she had for a while, Harry snuck down to the Common Room and retrieved the letter from where it was in the bin. He then called Hedwig and instructed her to make sure that only Dean Winchester got this letter, make sure that John was nowhere in sight when he received it, and to leave straight away afterwards. He left feeling better for his friend.
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Dean woke up to the sound of tapping on the motel window. For once he had a room to himself as Sam was out with dad.
He got up and swore when he bumped his toe on the end of the bed. He saw an owl waiting by the window and walked over to it while glaring at it for daring to wake him up from his nap.
"Fucking ani-"
He stopped when he saw a letter attached to the owl's foot.
"What the-"
He opened the window and untied the letter when suddenly the owl took off without staying for a second longer.
The letter was made from that old material, parchment and had his name on it, written in neat, girlish script.
He opened the wax seal on the letter and read.
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Letter:
Dear Dean
God I haven't spoken to you in a while, almost 8 years now. I don't know why I'm writing this but Harry (my best friend) said that it would help somehow, so here it goes.
I miss you, so, so, so badly. You and Sam and Bobby, and even John. I miss the hunting less. I know this letter won't be sent to you but I wanted to tell you anyways, and I know you can't write back but oh well.
How are you? And Sammy? And John? Have you started hunting yet, and if you have, what did you hunt? What do you even look like now that we're fourteen? Is Sammy big now? Of course he is, what am I saying, he'll be ten now! I want to know everything that happened when I left but since I can't do that I'll tell you what happened to me instead.
I came over to England when we were six, and I got fostered into this really nice family in London, who are dentists and I started school over here. Primary school was fun, I learnt French there. I didn't have many friends though, don't know why. I lost my accent, now I sound like those old English films we used to make fun of. Mum and Dad take care of me and I'm happy. They're a bit weird though, they listen to mainly ABBA or the Beatles and occasionally Michael Jackson, and they don't seem to appreciate Metallica or ACDC. Very odd.
I live opposite the park in my neighbourhood, don't know why I'm telling you this but there you have it. I have good memories from here, like our ones with mum, I have a family now, one that doesn't hunt demons for a living. A very religious one, which I don't mind, in fact it's pretty funny, like when dad's driving and mum says to him, "Don't drive faster than your Guardian angel can fly" and I always get an image of an angel trying really hard to keep up with the cars, flapping behind us which makes me laugh.
Anyway, when I was eleven, I got an invitation to a prestigious boarding school in the Scottish Highlands, one of the best in the country, but it means I only get to see them twice a year, which isn't that good. I made friends straight away with a boy called Neville, who's very sweet and a bit shy. Then with two boys called Harry (Who I mentioned earlier) and Ron, who's my other best friends. I have a lot of friends actually and we all hang out and it's fun.
As for the supernatural, I can still remember how to shoot, but I haven't gotten the chance to practise, I don't know if that's good or bad. Well aside from that one time a few weeks ago when a werewolf broke into the school but its fine now. That's all that's happened to me so I'll a few useless facts here;
It rains a lot in England
Tea is way better than coffee, and I'm not joking
Not all of the accents are posh snobs or Bert from Mary Poppins, there are a lot of different accents all over the UK
Football (soccer) is a lot of fun to play and I like it a bit better than American Football, it's not as rough
This is all useless and I still don't know why I'm writing this.
Since you haven't seen me since I was six I'll tell you how I look now, and what I act like, because I'd want to find that out as well. I am short! I am barely 5'3, I have brown hair that is incredibly curly and unmanageable. I still have brown eyes, I'm filling out and that's about it.
I am a bookworm, as you already knew, but it's even worse now. I'm always reading , when I'm not reading I'm playing some kind of sport. I don't like flying, like at all, I hate it. I prefer to have both feet firmly on the ground. I haven't changed that much, though I'm almost fluent in French and Latin thanks to numerous trips to France over the years. I'm also constantly in trouble due to my idiotic friends how are somehow drawn to danger and get themselves into some sort of mess that I need to sort out for them. Boys.
I miss you. I miss the Impala, and singing along to the classics with you and John, Sam whinging in the back. I miss you most, and I hate having to hide you from my friends. I hate having to keep you a secret, I have a twin and a baby brother but no one can know about them and I HATE it. Harry found me crying earlier which is why I'm writing this, he told me that I should write a letter to you and it would get you out of my system, but it's not working.
I've got so much I want to tell you that I can't. I want to visit you and see your stupid blond head and your ridiculously green eyes again but I can't. I just can't no matter how much I want to.
I want to go back to us on the sofa with dad, watching Sesame Street, arguing about who's the best puppet while mum is putting Sam to bed. I want it back so badly, but I can't. And I hate it.
Does Sam even remember me? At all?
Do you?
I miss you.
Love
Mya xxx
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On the bottom of the letter was written:
Dean,
Hermione was crying earlier, and I don't think you know this but she never cries. Ever. She told me about her dad sending her away and what he said to her, that she could contact you and I know how much she respects that man, god knows why, but she does. So I told her to write this letter to get you out of her system, then to chuck it away, she wouldn't have done this otherwise. I sent it to you so she could have some sort of connection to you. Keep this letter and don't show it to anyone.
Harry
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When Dean had finished reading the letter he had tears on his face. Mya had written to him, and she remembered him, she was just forbidden to contact him. She missed him.
And he missed her too.
So he wrote a reply, he didn't send it, he didn't know how to, but he did and kept her letter near to him at all times, in his pocket. He didn't show anyone, not even Sam, especially not dad.
He missed her too.
A/N- You people are lucky because I almost left that at a cliff-hanger from before the letter. Sorry it's been a while but again, exams are coming up in a week and I need to keep up with revision.
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Things mentioned:
Dybbuk- Jewish demon that latches onto the soul of the good and causes despair wherever it goes.
Nachzehrer- German monster that sucks out the soul- mix between a vampire and a ghoul
Okuri-inu- Japanese- a dog that sends travellers on they're way but with rip you to shreds if you fall over.
Black Dog- England- said to be related to a Hellhound or the Grim, and omen of death
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Elle
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