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Here's Chapter 5!
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The summer was as bad. Fudge was no longer Minister, though that wasn't a bad thing, but there had been a mass break-out from Azkaban, all death-eaters were now free, the war was about to start.
Still, Hermione went on Holiday with her parents, she went to Italy this time, to a convention of dentistry with her mother as one of the special guests.
Half-way through the Holidays she went to spend her time at the Burrow, and she was disappointed when she found out that Fred had moved out with George and they were now living above the Joke Shop that the two had created in Diagon Alley, of course she was happy for him, but he could have told her, so they kept corresponding by owl.
Harry arrived in the middle of the night towards the end of the holidays.
Harry was sleeping peacefully in the twins' room in the very early hours of the morning when he was awoken by a blast that sounded just like cannon fire.
"We didn't know you were here already!" What had happened was Hermione had realised that Harry had arrived and she had burst into the room, throwing the door open with a bang and tackled Harry. Ron stood in the doorway, ducking as he was now around 6 feet tall and couldn't fit through the door without bending over, chuckling at their best friend's antics.
"Alright, Hermione, don't kill him before no-nose gets the chance!"
She pulled off the bed and smiled, "right, sorry Harry."
Harry, who was still mostly asleep just muttered a distorted "S'fine." Before he could fall back asleep again Ron had raced over and given him a manly hug when Mrs Weasley had appeared at the door way and shouted at them to get to bed.
A couple of hours later, in the more respectable hours of the morning, they had burst into his room again, and they were now sitting in a triangle on the floor. Hermione was curious to see what had happened with Dumbledore and everything else so they talked for a long while.
That holiday they passed playing two a side Quidditch, Harry and Ron on one side, Hermione and Ginny on the other (they were all really good, though Harry and Hermione stole the show for the other two.)
She was amazing as she had very quick reflexes, so she played both the keeper and the seeker while Ginny played chaser and beater. She flitted about with incredible agility that came from some sort of physical training, even if she didn't play Quidditch.
"Hermione! Why don't you try out for Keeper this year? You're fantastic!"
"I don't really want to Harry." And she would finish it there.
There were more stories about disappearances, odd accidents, even of deaths now appearing almost daily in the Prophet. Sometimes Bill and Mr Weasley brought home news before the paper new about it. There was excitement, however, like when Harry had received his Quidditch Captain's badge.
Hermione saw Fred eventually, when they went for their trip to Diagon Alley and to get their new school things.
Unfortunately they also saw the Ferret and his mother and that almost ended in a battle in Madam's Malkin's if Hermione had not interfered by telling Harry that "Harry I don't think you should do that, just imagine the trouble you would get into for starting a wand fight in Diagon Alley. Me however, being a 'Mudblood' can easily start a fight without using a wand, remember 3rd Year, Ferret? Wanna try it again?" Draco visibly paled and tugged on his mother's robes.
Narcissa Malfoy arched a meticulously plucked eyebrow at her soon and said, "I think you're right, Draco, if this is the kind if… Scum they let in here, I think we'd do better at Twilfitt and Tatting's"
And with that, the pair of them strode out of the shop, Draco taking much precaution to not bump into Hermione.
As the door closed the Trio burst out laughing.
"Did you see his face?"
"Priceless!"
"Hermione sometimes I wonder how you couldn't have been in Slytherin, you're manipulative enough!"
"Why, thank you." Hermione did a mock curtsey at Ron's breathless words.
"Oh Honestly!" Madam Malkin exclaimed trying to keep her chuckles hidden, the Trio were an amazing group to behold, even in troubling times.
After they had there robes fitted they made their way to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes and the ball of brightness that was the shop.
The shop was packed, you couldn't move in any direction, but somehow they managed to look at the products.
"'Patented Daydream Charms'…. You know Harry, this really is extraordinary magic!"
She jumped when she felt two arms loop round her waist pulling her flush against the person's front. He lent down and whispered in her ear "In that case 'Mione, you can have one for free."
"Fred!" She turned in his arms and leant up to press her lips against his in a chaste kiss. When she was going to pull back he decided that the kiss should be a little less innocent. That was, of course, until Harry had shouted out saying how he did not need to see his sister snogging one of his friends. They pulled apart reluctantly, still beaming, and just hugged for a while.
"Hey Harry," Fred called over the top of Hermione's head.
"Hey Fred."
Hermione pulled out of his arms and he noticed her black eye she had received earlier that week.
"How did you get this, 'Mione?" Fred almost growled.
"No one did this you big oaf, it was the punching telescope you left in your room."
"Oh blimey, I forgot about those," he said, a bit guiltily, then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a tub of think yellow paste. "Here, close your eyes."
"It is safe isn't it?"
"Of course, love. I wouldn't ever hurt you," He murmured lightly against her hair. She closed her eyes and he applied the paste gently, though she still flinched at times, resulting in him giving her a kiss on the tip on the nose every time she did and a whispered sorry into her hair.
A new voice called out "Oh their not being all lovey-dovey are they? Everyone shield your eyes! We got a mushy couple over here!"
"Hey George." The paste was applied and the bruise was already starting to fade fast.
Hermione gave him a quick hug before returning to her boyfriend, whereas Harry, who was not nearly as close as Hermione was to the twins just shook his hand.
George came over, looked at Hermione and said, "How's my second favourite little sister doing, apart from the busted eye?"
"As good as anyone can be in these times, O brother of mine."
They got the guided tour of the shop, including the back room when they arrived at the Witches section of the shop, where Ginny was looking at some glowing Potions.
"There you go, ladies, Best range of love potions you'll find anywhere."
Ginny raised an eyebrow sceptically, "Do they work?"
"Certainly, they work, for up to 24 hours at a time depending on the weight of the boy in question-"
"-And the attractiveness of the girl," Said George, re-appearing suddenly at their side. "But I'm not selling to either of my sisters," he added looking at Hermione and Ginny sharply.
"Both?"
"I count Hermione as a little sister, Gin. She will be our sister-in-law in time. Not that Hermione needs a love potion anyway, Fred's already hooked around her little finger."
"Oi!"
"And, I hear that you've already got about 5 boys on the go-"
"Whatever you've heard from Ron is a big fat lie," said Ginny calmly. "But I am not going to argue on the Hermione and Fred thing, those two are definitely in love, look at them!"
It was true, Hermione's back was against Fred's front, her head tucked neatly underneath his chin and him dipping down occasionally to tell her something in her ear or kiss her temple as Hermione looked at different products, getting all of the inside information from Fred and leaning into him, kissing his cheek. Once in a while, he would pull a funny face and she would laugh and hit him lightly on the arm or she would say something and he would laugh and tease her jokingly about how in love with him she was. She just agreed with whatever Fred said and replied with an "I do love you," which would make him grin uncontrollably and kiss her again.
It was sickly sweet to look at.
Harry had wondered off again with Ron and had found Draco slipping down the street suspiciously. They ran to get Hermione but winced and gagged at the once again kissing couple, Ron looked positively ill.
They followed Malfoy to try and find out what he was doing but just as they were about to, they had to go back to the Burrow.
They had about a week to kill before they went back to school and they spent it just wondering about the house, playing chess or exploding snap, just passing the time.
On September 1st they all bundled into a Ministry issued car and set off to King's Cross Station and got onto the Platform and onto the train.
Because of all of the 'Chosen One' crap in the news, most of the students who didn't know Harry well all had their faces peering at him through their windows. They said a quick goodbye as both Ron and Hermione had a Prefect Meeting to go to, and Harry was alone.
Hermione wasn't particularly worried when Harry hadn't turned up for the Banquet, but that changed once she saw the dried blood on his face.
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The months went slowly and it was eventually Christmas that they spent at the Burrow.
Maybe.
Hermione had something to do, and she was going to tell two people only about it.
Fred and Bill.
Fred because she wanted him with her and Bill so he could calm everyone down once they had left.
This was it; Hermione was going to go back to America and find her father.
Hermione, by no-ones definition was stupid, she knew there was a war brewing and she wouldn't be able to visit soon, and she knew that as she was known as a bunch of different things, joking and not. She was called:
The Mudblood Princess (She was one of the most well-known muggleborns of this century, featuring in the papers a lot now because of Harry.)
The Brightest Witch of her Age (This was important, because it seems that most of the time Voldemort's side could use some brains)
The Brains of the Golden Trio (An essential third of the public face of the light side, take her away and the boys will need a lot more help than usual)
And most dangerously:
Harry Potter's Best Friend (That and being a muggleborn will set a lot of hate in the Deatheater's books.)
This meant that she was going to be targeted almost as much as Harry when the fighting starts, there was going to be little chance of surviving.
Now that she was 17, she was going to go with Fred to Bobby's and try and catch her family, and say goodbye, in case it was the last chance she could do so.
So, the day before Christmas Eve, Hermione had shared a memory to Fred of Bobby's so he could apparate them, as she didn't have her licence yet.
At two in the afternoon, they crept to the back of the garden, after telling Bill about her plans, and they were gone with a crack.
Hermione felt as if she was being sucked through a tube and squeezed until she had no breath and only as she began to suffocate was she finally free from the invisible cylinder. They landed roughly at the entrance, already freezing their arses off, at -5 degrees Celsius. They huddled together as Hermione reached into her bag and pulled out two parkas from the small purse. Fred looked at her questionably and she just winked and said "Undetectable Extension Charms come in handy."
Walking slowly, still in close proximity to each other, they reached the front of the house and saw a Black 1967 Chevy Impala. They were here.
A few tears shone in Hermione's eyes but before anyone could notice she blinked and forced her emotions down.
They wondered up to the doorway and rang the bell. Before the chime was over, a boy, around her age opened the door and Hermione almost cried just looking at him. He was tall, not as tall as Ron or Fred, but nearing 6 feet, while she was still small at 5'4. He had spiked blond hair and the same candy apple green eyes. He was wearing lots of layers with a leather jacket on top which was understandable with the cold.
He glared at them indifferently, while crossing his arms and leaning against the door.
"What do you want?"
"Is Mr Winchester here?" Hermione asked her voice shaking slightly.
"Why do you wanna know?"
"I need to talk to him."
"Why?"
"'Cause I do."
"Why?"
"For fuck's sake, Dean! Let me talk to him!"
In an instant he was at her throat, pushing her against the railings of the porch. Fred stood up behind her but Hermione held up her hand and he stopped moving towards Dean but still glared at him menacingly.
"How'd you know my name?! Answer me!" He was panicking a bit, Dad was upstairs with Sam and wouldn't hear him if this was an emergency, but he didn't show it.
"C'mon Dean, I haven't changed that much. I'm hurt. Do you not recognize your own sister?" She was half way to crying now, it had been so long and he was finally in front of her, finally in her reach and he didn't recognize her.
"How do you know about …. Mya?"
"It's me Dean."
Straight away his eyes softened and teared up and his aggressive behaviour vanished. He grabbed her and pulled her into a bone crushing hug, burying his face in her curls. She broke down now, tears starting to run down her face.
"I missed you so much Dean."
"I've missed you too, Mya."
She laughed and said, "It's been forever since someone has called me that."
"Let's go inside, I'm freezing my ass off here."
Fred coughed to get his attention as he had just been standing there awkwardly.
"Who're you?"
"Um, Fred Weasley, I'm Hermione's boyfriend."
"Boyfriend, huh? Maybe, I'll be the judge of that."
"No you won't," Hermione said peevishly. "We have been going out for almost 2 years now, and nothing you can do will change that."
"Holy shit! Two years! You're serious about this then."
"Of course I am, why wouldn't I be? I love him."
It got very quiet very quickly so Hermione decided to head on inside, the boys behind her. She could hear Dean trying to threaten Fred but it just wouldn't work and they ended up having a friendly conversation by the end. Dean was just asking questions like;
"So how old are you?"
"I'm going to be 19 in April."
Or
"What do you do then?"
"I own and run a joke shop with my twin brother."
"A joke shop?"
"Yeah all kinds of stuff in there, me and my brother were the school pranksters with Hermione's and some of our friends help. The Professors never could figure out how we did it, so we almost always got away with it. It's all thanks to Hermione really, she's insanely smart, and she's actually known as the smartest girl of our generation."
That surprised Dean a little, but not that much, she was clever when they were little.
When they got to the Living room, Bobby was sprawled out across the sofa watching TV with John in the armchair beside him and Sam sitting in the other side of the room.
Oh god, Sam was big, he was 13. He was tall for his age, about 5'8, already taller than Hermione and four years younger.
Bobby spoke up from the sofa and looked at Hermione. "Who's this?"
Hermione was worried how to answer because anyway she knew her father would not be happy in her being here.
"Hi Uncle Bobby."
Realisation struck them and John's face contorted. He was angry.
"Sam," he said with a tight voice, carefully controlled. "Go upstairs. Now."
Sam, looking at her curiously, left reluctantly and stomped up the stairs.
Once they heard the bedroom door close, John exploded.
"What are you doing here, girl!? I thought I had told you to stay away from us!"
"Dad, why did you send her away?"
"None of your-"
"You're right, you know." Hermione spoke up, regretting her words. "But it's not like how you think. I came here because I needed to see you again."
She sat down next to Bobby as her dad stood up, towering over her.
"Answer me! What are you doing here?! I sent you away for a reason, you just can't some back. You know what? I think you've already overstayed your welcome." He began to reach over as if to drag her out before she interrupted and grabbed his hand, "Just hear me out, and then I'll go, okay?"
He nodded and sat down.
"So why are you here?"
"I'm, most probably, going to die soon."
Dean and Fred both protested but she held up a hand to silence them. "If I'm telling you this I should start at the beginning but I'll tell you the important stuff first, and before you shoot me, listen to what I'm saying. There's a war coming, and I'm a part of it. So is Fred, and all of the people I know, apart from my parents. There have already been murders and people vanishing. There's this guy who people call the Dark Lord, and he's gathering followers.
He's targeting my best friend who's like my brother, I have a lot of brothers actually, I have a whole family in England, not just my parents. Like my boyfriend's siblings have become mine and schoolmates have become siblings and I even have a sort of Uncle. I'm close to them all, which means they'll come after me too. He will probably go into hiding and they will want me to tell them where he is but their preferred method of getting people to 'talk' is torture. I wanted to come here so that I have a chance to say Goodbye."
They were silent for a while before John spoke up again. "I think you should go."
"Dad! I haven't seen her in 11 years and now you're sending –"
"No, it's okay, I'll go. C'mon Fred."
They got up and Fred grabbed her hand, about to apparate when Hermione burst out with "I'm a witch!"
Both Bobby and John took out their guns threateningly, Dean standing there shell-shocked when Fred sensed danger and took them back home. And Hermione cried once again.
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Dean was stunned. His short, curly haired, browned eyed sister that he hadn't seen in 11 years. His sister, his twin was a witch. She had turned herself into the very thing that he was trained to kill. She had turned herself into a monster. But he thought on her words. She acted the part of an innocent perfectly. And witch or not, this was his twin and she was going to die, she needed his help even if he couldn't provide it. Another thing came to mind, when she had left with her boyfriend, they had disappeared with a crack, and not anything he had ever seen before. That meant she wasn't a normal witch, and plus if that was the reason she had been sent away, then it would have come from a very early age.
Another thing that struck him was how she seemed to have found another family, that she had replaced them. She had brothers and sisters and uncles and new parents and a whole new family and she didn't need them at all. She had changed so much as well.
"John, I don't think she's that kinda witch."
"Well what other kind of witch is there, Bobby?"
"There are another type, mainly in Europe, really uncommon in America that are born with their powers, she could be that one."
"There's no such thing."
"I tell you there is."
"Bobby, there is no such thing. Mya is a witch and she is evil and you are all forbidden to try and contact her again, you hear me?" He looked straight at Dean as he said this.
Dean ran upstairs to the room he shared with Sam but he had forgotten that Sam was there. He was laying on the bed listening to music coming out of the CD player. Sam leant up and turned the music then turned to Dean.
"Who was she?"
"S-she was….no-one Sammy, forget her," you already have. It was almost painful for Dean to say that.
"C'mon Dean, I'm not an idiot. You look like you're about to cry, and you never cry. Who is she? And why was I sent upstairs? And did she call Bobby Uncle?" Dean was still silent. "Fine, don't tell me but I'll figure it out soon- "
"Shut up. Just shut UP!" Sam was taken aback. Dean had never, ever shouted at him like that before. Dad had yes, but that was nothing new. Dean was always nice-ish to him, this was a sore subject, but Sam couldn't help it. He was overly curious.
He glanced at his brother and was terrified by what he saw. Dean had a single tear down his left cheek.
"You are just like her, you know. You even look like her a bit, with your hair. And you are so clever and curious just like she was. She hated following orders from dad, and wanted to stop moving around, have a proper family. We were really close too, close than we are Sammy. We did everything together, and we both used to take care of you. We both loved you, but we had a sort of connection, we'd even talk in unison too. It was as creepy as fuck. Dad went and ruined that."
"But who is she?"
"She was our sister Sam."
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As they arrived back at the Burrow, in the middle of the kitchen, where everyone was having dinner, and Hermione started sobbing uncontrollably. They were all in shock, apart from Ron and Harry, they had never seen Hermione break down so completely before and it honestly scared them. Molly began to walk over to see how she was but Harry and Ron got there first. Fred just warned them off and picked her up bridal style and carried her to his room and curled up with her on the bed, offering his comfort until she fell asleep 10 minutes later.
Once he was sure she off in the land of dreams, he headed downstairs and faced his shocked family. Apart from Mr Weasley, they were extremely angry. The general train of thought was "how dare someone make my sister cry like that!"
He sat down and dragged a hand down his face. He couldn't relate to her but he could just about understand how she's feeling.
Harry just said, "It was her dad, wasn't it?"
Fred just nodded.
George and Ron nodded as well, they had heard stories about her father and could understand how he could make her cry.
Mrs Weasley looked aghast. "What happened, Fred?"
"We went to go see Hermione's family but her dad wasn't the most hospitable person."
Mr Weasley then looked confused. "But we've met Mr Granger, he's a nice man."
"Mr Granger is yes, it's a shame Mr Granger isn't Hermione's dad," George snapped. He didn't mean to say that. The kitchen was silent. Completely and utterly silent for the first time ever. Charlie was the first to recover.
"What do you mean?"
Ron looked panicked, worried that Hermione wouldn't want them to know. Fred saw his face so he decided to leave out details.
"Hermione's family are called the Winchesters. They live in America. When she was six, her dad sent her to England because her magic had started flaring up and he didn't want her. The bastard forbade her to see her brothers again-"
"Brothers?!"
"Hermione has two brothers, Dean, her twin and Sam, her little brother," Ron spoke.
George and Fred made a face, trying to imagine being forcibly taken away from each other without explanation.
Fred then carried on, "Hermione was worried that she could die soon, thanks to the Deatheater escapes and so she wanted me to come with her today, to America to say goodbye to her family before she did die. It didn't go well."
Arthur then got confused and spoke his question. "Aren't the Winchesters hunters?"
The boys who knew winced as they didn't want to bring this up. Contemplating how to admit that yes they were, a voice spoke form behind them.
"Yes, my father is a hunter. I was going to be trained as a hunter once I had reached 10 but I was disowned by then. By the time I was six I could shoot a gun and a crossbow, as well as banish demons. I had memorised the most common exorcisms in both Latin and English as well as most known demons and how to kill them. I know how to kill demons, werewolves, vampires, sirens, skinwalkers, shapeshifters, ghouls, spirits and witches. Even after I was in England, I trained physically every day as well as kept up with mythology and folk lore. That was why I was sent away, my father saw my powers as a little girl, thought I was a witch and sent me off to another country with a silent promise to but a bullet in my head if I came back."
Once again silence reigned supreme. Hermione was on a roll however and kept talking.
"The witches my dad fought were bitches though, they sold their soul to a demon in exchange for some crap powers. And anyway, how did you not notice something was off about me? I listen to rock from 20 years ago, as well as all the badass metal rock songs when all my parents listen to is classic crap. I can run 5 miles easily. I swear worse than a sailor and I constantly pick fights. I even say some words like I'm back in America. I am not middle class dentists' daughter. I was raised in Kansas watching Sesame Street and eating Sugardaddies or living in a car, never staying in the same place for more than a week or two."
Ginny jumped up and hugged her pseudo-sister tightly. "Hey, British and redhead or not, you're still a Weasley."
Christmas morning Hermione woke up in the Twins room, her sharing a bed with Fred. When she woke up properly, around 20 minutes later she noticed a 2 bulging stockings at the end of the bed. Carefully so not as to wake up the twins, she crept out of bed, walking silently to the end where she promptly stepped on a plastic rectangle and a string of very loud curse words left her mouth.
"MOTHERFUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! YOU FUCKING BASTARD, ARSE-FACED BITCH-"
"Hermione, you're very loud."
"Why the actual fuck do you have a Lego in here?!"
"Dunno."
Eventually she got over the abused appendage and got to the presents. She shook Fred awake. "Fred, honey, its Christmas and I've got presents."
Fred was up in an instance and was sat down on the bed with Hermione in his lap. George was awake too and on the floor by their feet.
"Right, who first?"
"George."
George tore into his stocking with the patience of a 3 year old. He had received: an emerald green knitted jumper with a stitched letter G in the fabric from Mrs Weasley; a Beater's bat from Bill; dragon skin shoes from Charlie; a box of sweets from Ron and Harry; a pair of Quidditch gloves from Ginny; so many pranking supplies from his friends and a muggle book entitled '101 Ways to Fool Your Friends', with many muggle prank ideas inside from Hermione. George had then gone downstairs to give the couple a bit of privacy.
Fred had gotten pretty much the same things apart from Hermione. Her present was last. It was an album full of pictures of them together, or of Fred and George or the whole family or of all his friends together.
There were pictures of them all laughing at the Yule Ball, and of Angelina, Alicia, Katie and Hermione on one side of an all-out snowball fight, while he, George, Lee and Oliver were on the opposite team. Another was of just of them two curled up in front of the fire at Gimmauld Place. It wasn't full, about half was left. At his look of evident confusion she leant over and told him that she thought they could fill these in with their future. That made his heart lift, she wanted a future with him, long enough to fill their album.
Hermione's turn was next. She had received: a Weasley jumper in red that was big for her, enough so that she could wearing it with leggings; a book about Ancient Curse Breaking from Bill; a Dragon hide jacket that was similar to her favourite leather one but darker and more comfortable from Charlie; a charm bracelet from Ginny that only had one charm, a half a heart that said 'Friend' on it, and she suspected Ginny had a matching one that said 'Best' on it; She got a charm from Harry that looked like Crookshanks, a little Ginger cat and a charm from Ron that was a stack of books.
When she had finished going through them, Fred reached behind him and brought out a little velvet box. He opened it and inside was a ring that was a silver gold and a single diamond in the centre.
Hermione was speechless.
"It isn't an engagement, not yet. We're too young for that still, but it's a promise ring. I love you, Hermione, completely and absolutely. I promise to stay with you forever, even if we're too young to get married."
He slipped the ring onto the ring finger of her right hand as she kissed him passionately. Over and over all she said was "I love you, I love you."
It was the happiest Christmas he had ever had.
When they went downstairs wearing their Weasley jumpers and Hermione proudly displaying the ring on her right hand instead of her left, to not confuse it with an engagement ring.
It caused a lot of commotion, mainly by Molly, until they explained that no they were not getting married. It was calm until Hermione looked up at Fred and just said, "Well, at least not yet." And he leant down and kissed her nose. She giggled lightly and the couple left the room, also leaving everyone shell-shocked.
Christmas lunch was a grand affair, and the rest of the holiday was fun until they had to say goodbye. They flooed to Professor McGonagall's office.
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The year continued with little disturbances apart from Ron's poisoning. They were lucky Hermione also knew her poisons and knew that a bezoar would heal him.
At the end of the year Harry disappeared with Dumbledore and the Deatheaters attacked. Bill was severely injured. Dumbledore died.
Harry, Hermione and Ron came up with a plan for the next year. Harry broke up with Ginny. Ron broke up with Lavender. Hermione broke up with Fred.
Tears were shed, by both of them. Hermione shouted at Fred. Fred shouted at Hermione. Hermione took her ring off. Fred cried. Hermione left. Hermione cried.
That school year ended.
The next school year wouldn't begin.
A/N- To answer someone's question, I want to keep this as cannon as possible with the HP stuff so unfortunately Fred will die. Sorry.
This was an emotional chapter. :'(
Cas received the most votes, so it will be him, but you'll have to wait a while, till season 4 of SPN.
Who I consider Hermione's new family;
All Weasley's minus Percy
Luna Neville
Angelina Lee Alicia
And she counts as really good friends:
Seamus Oliver Padma
Katie Dean Lavender
And think Remus would be a bit like her uncle like Sirius was.
Sorry with how I left it with Sam and Dean.
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