-SPN&HP-

Dean and Hermione went home that afternoon to her house. It was big enough, only two bedrooms but that was more than needed, but it had a homey feel, with books covering nearly every surface, worn sofa's and a log fire.

It was two floors, cream on the outside with a dark tiled roof. There was a drive leading to the house, where the garden was littered with trees and other vegetation. Once inside it was all open plan, a large living room with an open fire, full of bookshelves and a cat curled up on the armchair, the kitchen was all light colours, cream and pale blue. It looked lived-in, with books and magazines, and shoes and jackets and general mess that made it look better but not cluttered.

Dean sat himself on the sofa and looked over to the cat who was stretched out contentedly on the chair beside him, and when Dean moved the cat sat up and seemed to growl at him.

"That's Crookshanks, mangy old thing. I've had him since I was thirteen."

Hermione moved over to the chair and lifted the cat out only to put him back down on her lap.

Dean didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything for once, it was a bit awkward.

"Right, so what's up with the whole dad situation? I mean, I haven't seen you in nine years and you suddenly pop out of no-where when I'm teaching a class. How'd you even find me? "

"Research," he shrugged. "It was really difficult, I had forgotten your last name. And with dad, he went out hunting something, he's not back yet."

"Dad used to always go missing, he'll probably turn up eventually."

"Not for this long, Mya. Yeah, well, Dad's in real trouble right now. If he's not dead already. I can feel it."

"What was he even hunting?"

"Dunno. But I'll need your help."

"Why? Dean, I've never been on a hunt before, I'll be useless. C'mon, I've never even shot a gun before, I'll be terrible."

"I doubt that. And anyway, can't you use your magic mojo stuff to help?"

Hermione looked down, and stared at her lap. When she looked up she said, "I can try, if you really need it, but I don't really use magic that much, definitely not for combat use. The most I use it is when I go to England to visit my family over there. I thought you'd forgotten about that."

"Forget that my sister is a witch? Yeah right. Just, why'd you do it?"

"I'm not a normal demon magic witch, Dean, I was born with my powers. My magic flared up when I was 5 or 6, why'd you think dad made me leave?"

"You can't be born with powers. You get powers from being manipulated by a demon, by temptation."

"I wasn't manipulated."

"Most of the witches don't realise that they're being manipulated either."

"Dean, I was born this way, I wasn't manipulated. I wasn't tricked. It's really uncommon in the USA, but in the UK, there are many natural witches and wizards."

"Then how come you're one, you're not from the UK?"

"I dunno, I think someone in our family, no matter how far back, could have been a witch or wizard from Europe."

"How many are there?"

"Well, in the UK, there are loads. We have a government, our own prison, punishment system, and our own laws, own towns, shops, different jobs, it's a whole other world. Even my school."

"You went to a witchy school?"

"Yeah, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, best school ever."

"Hogwarts? Come on! That's not a proper name!"

"It is! Who spent seven years going to school there?"

"Okay, whatever. What's it like there?"

"Oh, it's fantastic! It's a castle up in Scotland, surrounded by miles of grounds and lake, and it's all built of stone. The Great Hall is massive, it has to fit over a thousand students in it, and the ghosts-"

"What kind of schools have ghosts?!"

"These were friendly ghosts, and they were a bit like house mascots, like Nearly Headless Nick. They were witches and wizards who died one day and decided that they wanted to stay, like one of our Professors."

"You have a Professor who's a fucking ghost?"

"Yeah, Professor Binns, he teaches History of Magic. They say he died in the middle of the night but got up and kept teaching anyway. History of Magic is one of the most boring classes though, so I think that they just couldn't find anyone to replace him. There's a poltergeist as well, his name is Peeves. He's supposedly as old as the school itself, which means he's over one thousand years old. He loved playing pranks on students and teacher the like, especially the caretaker."

"Okay, so ghost mascots and pranking poltergeists, any other creatures I should know about? Like see a giant squid or something?"

Hermione looked at him and his eyebrows shot to the ceiling.

"You're not fucking serious! A giant fucking squid!"

"Yep. And centaurs who lived in the forest, as well as mermaids, and giant spiders, and three-headed dogs. Oh, and I told you unicorns were real!"

"Unicorns? C'mon, that has to be a lie."

"Nope, I've stoked one, we learnt about them in Care of Magical Creatures. As well as the others, and Hippogriffs and loads of others."

"These lessons sound ridiculous! What kinda class is Care of Magical Creatures?"

"A really good one! We have loads of different classes. We don't do muggle subjects –"

"Muggle?"

"Sorry, non-magical. Yeah, so we don't do English or maths or science or anything like that. We have sort of equivalents to them though. Like we do Potions instead of Chemistry or Cookery, we have Herbology like biology, History of Magic instead of normal, Arithmancy as opposed to maths. We do some unique subjects like CoMC, Divination, Transfiguration, Ancient Runes, Muggle Studies, Charms, Astronomy and Defence Against the Dark Arts. And flying as well, but that's only the first year."

"What like on brooms?" Dean smirked as if he was making a joke but it faded as she gave him another look.

"What about you?" Hermione asked.

"Well, I did the regular subjects unlike the weird ones, went to high School like everyone else, but dad made me leave early, when I was 16, I didn't get to go to college. I started hunting when I was fourteen, I think. Sam then found out about hunting, we had kept it a secret for the first like, ten years. Three years ago, Dad and Sam had a huge argument, Sam saying that he didn't want to be a hunter, that he wanted a normal life. Dad told him that if he left he couldn't come back, and he did. Sam's at Stanford now, he's doing law. I haven't seen him in three years."

"I think he did the right thing. If I was still around I might've done that too, I would want to finish my education."

"Yeah, now look at you. I never thought you'd be an English teacher."

"It's something I love. I'm not going to be doing this for the rest of my life, though. I wanted a taste of a normal life for once, that's the real reason. I might go back to England sooner or later, god knows my friends want me too. I'll tell you something, I didn't finish my education at Hogwarts, life got in the way, and all the usual crap."

"Why not? You studied more than anyone!"

She just shrugged, not knowing what else to say, but she didn't want to tell him about the war.

Hermione looked up at the clock and saw that it was getting steadily later and she was hungry.

"Hey, Dean, what d'you want for dinner? I have pasta, or… that's it."

"Pasta's good."

"I don't want to eat too much, tomorrow, my family are coming around for lunch, big lunch, and normally there are well over 11 of us. And if you think that you're getting out of meeting them, then you're sorely mistaken."

"Uh, I don't know-"

"You are coming to meet my other brothers whether you like it or not."

"Who are these other brothers?"

"Two are my best friends from school, same year as me, and most of them are their brothers. The first one is Harry Potter, my best friend, then there's Ron Weasley, my other best friend. Then we have Ron's brothers George, Percy, even though he's less of a brother to me, Charlie and Bill. Then we have Ron's sister Ginny, who's always been a sister to me. In fact, they say I might as well change my name to Weasley. As for brothers I have two others, who's Lee and Neville, but they might not be coming. Then we have my two godsons, Teddy and James. James is Harry and Ginny's son. Kids wise, there's Victoire, Bill's daughter. They're all quite young, apart from Teddy who's 7 now. If she's coming there's Luna, who's like my other sister. She's married to Neville."

As she was telling Dean this, Hermione was boiling the water and chopping the tomatoes for the sauce. Dean was a bit in awe. She had a massive family now, and they all obviously really cared about her since they were willing to come over the States just to have lunch. He could barely remember all of the names she had sprouted off.

"You're taking this all very calmly, Mya."

"Well, I'm not going to sit about and cry about it, so I'm accepting it and moving on, forgive and forget and all that. If you're not doing anything, stir the pasta will you?"

This was very strange to him. Not only that he was there with her, but that she had a family and a life outside of them, something that he wanted. Also that he was helping make dinner in a small house, something so absurdly normal that it was weird.

"Right, that needs another ten minutes, why don't you go get your stuff out of the Impala, and bring it to the spare room? It's more comfortable than a motel, trust me."

"Yeah, sure." Dean went to go get his stuff as Hermione set the table and called him for dinner.

They ate in silence before Hermione got fed up and put some music on in the background. After dinner which was a strange experience mainly because of the tension, Dean said goodnight and went upstairs to the other room, which was an en suite. As he walked up the stairs she said "Dean that lot are coming round at like, 11, to help, so be up and dressed and everything nice and early so you can help."

He waved an arm in assurance then went up to bed, though he didn't go to sleep. First he had a shower, because he had just driven a long way and hadn't found a proper shower in a while. Then he just looked around the room. It was quite obviously a guest room, with plain white walls and bare furniture. But he looked in the wardrobe to drop his bag in and found a few picture albums inside.

Out of curiosity, he opened the first one and the first picture he saw was of Hermione when she was younger, only eight or nine, with two adults who he could guess were the Grangers. There were other pictures of Hermione with them, all through her childhood, going shopping, at weddings, on days out, like a proper family. Later on he got to a pictures that actually moved! They went through a little sequence as if they were videos! The first one was taken in front a castle, Hogwarts Dean thinks, and it's of Hermione and two boys, one red-headed and the other with black hair and glasses. They looked like they were twelve-ish.

There were loads of pictures with these two boys, obviously very good friends, then there were pictures of Hermione with another gangly boy, who looked uncomfortable in his skin, another couple of boys and girls, all wearing uniform and a red and gold tie. What really caught his attention was the picture of Mya sitting on the lap of a red-headed guy that he could recognise as her boyfriend from ages ago, the picture looking all romantic and happy, but with the guy's twin poking his head above the sofa next to them, and another boy on the other side doing the same. There are many pictures of these guys as well, with a couple of girls occasionally thrown into the mix.

He got to near the end of the album and there was a surprising picture there. Hermione was standing with her arms around the same two guys from the first one, all grimacing but not smiling, standing in front of a pile of ruins, that could have once been a bridge, as well as a castle that looked like the walls had been blown in. Hermione's hair was a mess and blood was splattered across her face, same with the other two. He turned the page, hoping for an explanation, but what he found were pictures of them afterwards, Mya at University, of her and her friends all a bit more grown up, with wedding rings on their fingers, then of weddings themselves. There was one of the black haired guy getting married to the ginger girl, of the gangly man marrying the blonde girl from the photos. There were photos of babies and of birthdays, but nothing else explaining the photo of the destroyed castle.

He put the album away and closed the wardrobe, then went to bed, with a lot of questions, but also feeling like he finally knew more about his sister.

It was the best night's sleep he had had in a while.

Hermione was up for a little more, reading and thinking about Dean's appearance back in her life. She had to go back to her dad, something she really didn't want to do. She preferred never having to face him, but she wouldn't have been a Gryffindor if she didn't. Plus, she got to see Dean again, and she will soon see Sam. Something she had wanted to do for a very long time. It was only one hunt as well, she'd be back on Monday and it will all be fine. Hopefully, Dean will be back in her life a bit more. At eleven, she went to bed as well.

-SPN&HP-

The next morning, Dean thought he had died and gone to heaven. He was in one of the most comfortable beds he had ever slept in, a Queen sized bed with freshly washed cotton duvet and memory foam pillows. Heaven. It also helps that when he was properly awake, he could smell the wonderful aroma of freshly ground coffee. When he finally managed to drag himself out of the bed and pull on some decent clothes, he clambered down the stairs and realised it was nine in the morning and he had only two hours until he met Mya's new family. God.

In the kitchen, Mya had her back to him, while making a pot of coffee, with some toast.

"Morning!"

"Why're you so happy? It's 9 AM!"

"I'm always in a bad mood in the mornings, until I've had my third cup of coffee, but I haven't seen my friends in ages."

They sat down and talked for a while, just about random things, before Dean demanded to know everything about the visitors.

"Okay, there's Harry, saviour of the Wizarding World, yada yada yada, he's the one with black hair and glasses. His wife, Ginny, is one of my other best friends, since we were twelve, and she's the only young woman coming with red hair. They have one child, James, who looks like Harry and he's two years old. Ron is another red-head, our age, with blue eyes and quite tall. He's not married. Then there's George who looks like a stronger version of Ron, but he has only one ear. He's a massive prankster so watch out. George's wife is Angelina, and she's a few months pregnant now. Percy is another ginger and he has glasses. His wife is Audrey, lovely girl. Bill is the eldest Weasley son, he has long hair, ginger of course, and his wife is Fleur Weasley nee Delacour, French, very blond and pretty. Their daughter is Victoire who is 5 now. Charlie might not be coming as he is working in Romania. We also have Teddy, who's mine and Harry's godson. He's 7, and I think he might have blue hair, but his mum was a metamorphagus, meaning that they can change their appearance by will. His dad was a werewolf, and a good friend of ours, so if you see anything strange about him, that's why.

Then there is Molly Weasley, the matriarch. Don't question her, and eat as much as you can, rules for living with her. Then Arthur, her husband who is fascinated by all things muggle, so he will question you about things like electricity and cars. If Neville's coming he's the only other not ginger man coming, apart from Harry. Luna's got blonde hair and grey eyes, and she's a bit loopy, but honest and a good friend. That should be all of them."

They finished breakfast and helped tidy the place up.

True to her word, they arrived near to 11.

Dean had the surprise of his life when the fireplace lit green and out stepped 3 people. He was about to swear when he noticed that one of the three people was a kid who was only 5. The guy was in his mid-thirties but didn't look old at all. He had long-ish red hair and his face was covered in long scars. The woman, his wife, was stunningly beautiful, with pale long hair, with pale skin and blue eyes. She was thirty-ish, and when she poke she had a slight French accent, that had once been very strong.

The little girl had blond hair just like her mum, but her eyes were the same shade as her dad's.

As soon as the little girl, Victoire, Dean remembered, saw Mya she ran out of the fireplace and into his sister's arms. "Aunty Mione!"

"Hey pumpkin! How've you been?" Hermione picked up the girl and spun her around. In her arms, Victoire giggled and then was put down. Hermione then looked up and saw Bill and Fleur.

"Hey guys! It's great to see you! When are the others coming?"

The two adults hugged her and said hello and said that James had been playing hide and seek with Harry's cloak, which made her laugh, but Dean didn't understand, why was it so hard to find a little kid in a coat?

They went and sat on the sofa, where Dean was sitting, and talked for a bit, Dean feeling very awkward.

"Who're you?"

"I'm Dean."

Bill's eyes winded in surprise and shock, but Fleur just looked confused, then Hermione said that she'll tell her later.

After a chat, the fireplace lit green again, but this time, Dean was ready for the people to arrive. First came through a ginger man in glasses with his arm around a girl, then another man appeared in the middle of the apartment with a crack. He looked like the guy he had met 9 years ago, but he only one ear. He had his arm around a really pretty black lady, who had her stomach protruding showing off her pregnancy. They were greeted by a shout of "George!" and "Angie!" and massive hugs.

People kept arriving, gingers by the masses, and then came through the man Hermione had said was like her brother, with dark hair and glasses. He was the same age as them, with a scar on his forehead and he was holding a struggling two-year old who was finally set down. The little boy had dark hair and brown eyes and looked almost like a miniature of the man holding him. Another cry of "Mi-oh-knee!" came out of the little one's mouth. Harry, the man, got a massive, bone crushing hug. Then another crack sound and a woman with red hair appeared and threw her arms around Mya.

"So sorry we're late, but some idiot, forgot what his cloak looked like and wrapped our son in the wrong one-"

"I said I'm sorry!"

"And we couldn't find James, until he took the cloak off."

Dean, still not getting the laughter leant over to Bill and asked, "What's so funny?"

Bill answered chuckling, "Harry has a Cloak of Invisibility, and he forgot he did, he wrapped James up in it, and no one could see him."

Dean's jaw dropped, a Cloak of Invisibility, it sounded like a geek fantasy, not real life. But, then again, he hunted vampires and demons for a living, which wasn't exactly normal.

Once everyone was there, there were people sitting all over the sofas, on other people's laps, on the floor, and dragging chairs from the kitchen, it was a full house that almost seemed alive in the laughter.

Hermione stood up and whistled, silencing the room. "Right everyone, you're probably wondering who this is," she pointed to Dean and suddenly everyone's eyes were on him.

"You wanna introduce yourself?"

"Okay, yeah. I don't know how much Mya's told you lot about me. My name's Dean Winchester. I'm Mya's twin brother, I know I don't look like it, but yeah, it's true." He sat back down, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. The others were quiet.

"So you're Dean! I've been waiting ages to meet you."

"Uh, thanks."

They got chatting and Dean found that most of them knew who he was anyway, all of the Weasley's anyway. They sat down and had an amazing lunch, complete with pie and everything. Once they had finished Dean had fell in love with the apple pie that Mrs Weasley had made, and he ate plenty enough that she didn't even tell him off. They talked all the way through lunch, and the atmosphere was light and fun. It was one of the best lunches of Dean's life.

After lunch they relaxed and had coffee, sitting around the enlarged table and just talking and joking. Later, the kids wanted some more entertainment and started chanting for something called a Patronus? What was that?

He got his answer when some of the adults (Hermione, Ron, Harry and Ginny) stood up and took out their wands. Dean was unnerved by the magic, he wasn't used to it, and he still felt wrong around it. Hermione had had to go upstairs to go get her one, but she had used magic earlier, without one, it was strange.

Together they said "Expecto Patronum!" Out of their wands came four different silvery glowing animals. A stag burst forwards and cantered around the kids, as did the horse, the Terrier simply bounded up to them, and the otter was swimming through the air leaving glowing trails behind them. The kids in the midst of all the animals were laughing and looking at the pretty creatures. Dean was amazed at how wonderful magic could be, how innocent. There were no babies being slaughtered in the process, no bones or demons, it was just pure magic.

Someone, Audrey, he thinks, leans over to explain the magic. "This is a Patronus. It's a representation of happiness and joy and innocence. To cast it you need to clear your mind and think of the happiest thought, your favourite memory and let it fill you, then push it outwards. It's really difficult magic as nearly everything connected to emotional magic is."

It was incredible.

The Weasley's left around four o'clock, giving hugs and kisses and saying goodbye.

"So do you do this thing often? Have lunch with them I mean."

"Yeah, in the summer and what holidays I get, I go over to England, but if I only have a weekend, they come over here, and they're gone sooner than I would be."

It was 5 o'clock when Hermione had everything packed and ready to go. She had charmed her bag to fit extra clothes, for her and Dean, as well as her cauldron and ingredients, in case they needed a potion, space for her many, many books, and as well as stuff for eating. She was well prepared. Hermione also took out her wand from under the bed, she, for some reason, had gotten more powerful since the war, and only needed her wand for the more powerful and combat spells, which she didn't really use anymore, and her old wand holster which went up her sleeve, long of course, to hide the scars.

They left on the 5 hour-ish journey to Stanford College, to visit their little brother. She was wary of getting in the Impala, because she last memory she had of it was it driving away, but as soon as she got in and Dean turned up the music, she was ready to go. They spent a good few hours in comfortable silence, just singing along to the music.

They reached Stanford, and took a left trying to find the right apartment.

It took a while.

-SPN&HP-

00:42 AM.

Sam was in bed, happily asleep, back to back with his girlfriend. Sam felt a shift in the bed and opened his eyes to the sound of a window opening. Cautiously he got out of bed, and left the room. There's a window open, but last he remembers, he was sure he closed all of the windows before going to bed. A silhouette of a man walks past the beads at the end of the corridor and Sam comes up with a plan inside of his head. The man walks into the room that Sam was occupying, and Sam lunged forward, grabbing the man by the shoulder and pulling him down to the floor. The man knocked Sam's arm away and aimed a strike at Sam, who ducked. The man grabbed Sam's arm, swung him around, and shoved him back. Sam kicked and was blocked, then pushed back into another room. If the man hadn't seen Sam's face before, he saw it now; Sam got his first glimpse of the man. The man elbowed Sam in the face; Sam kicked at his head. The man ducked and swung and Sam blocked. The man knocked Sam down and pinned him to the floor, one hand at Sam's neck and the other held Sam's wrist.

"Whoa, easy tiger."

Revelation struck Sam.

"Dean? You scared the crap outta me!"

"That's 'cause your out of practise."

Sam then grabbed Dean and flipped him over, pinning him to the floor.

"Or not."

"What the hell are you doing here?"

The door burst open and Hermione stumbled through, as if she had been leaning on it. She stood up, and brushed imaginary dirt off of her clothes.

"Sorry, forgot which door it was."

Dean smiled at her, which Sam noticed and said, "Who's she? New slut?"

Both Dean and the girl started making gagging noises, positively disgusted by that thought.

Hermione protested. "No way, on earth would that ever happen. Two reasons. One, I am not a slut, in any way, shape or form and two-"

"Sam?" A new voice called from behind them. Standing there was Jess, in short shorts and a cropped top. Dean leered at her, which Hermione caught, and elbowed him hard in the ribs.

"Jess. Dean, uh, whoever you are, this is my girlfriend Jess."

"Dean as in your brother?"

Sam nodded, then asked Hermione who she was again.

"Sammy, I'm hurt. Don't you recognise your own sister?"

"You have a sister, and you didn't tell me?"

Sam looked at Hermione, shocked, then turned to Jess, but Hermione answered before he could.

"He didn't really know he had a sister until he was, what? Fourteen? How much do you even know about me?"

"That you're Dean's twin, you're names Hermione, but Mya for short. That's it."

Hermione turned round to face Dean, a scowl on her face. "You didn't tell him?"

He knew what she was talking about but told her that he wasn't sure if she was good or not, in the beginning.

"Told me what?"

"Never mind."

Hermione leant forwards and shook Jess's hand. "Hermione Granger – or Winchester – nice to meet you."

"Jessica Moore. Just let me go put something on."

"No, it's fine. I wouldn't dream of it."

"Dean."

Dean rolled his eyes, but didn't make any further suggestions.

"Anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business. But, uh, nice meeting you."

Sam managed to get over his shock of seeing his long-lost sister he had never met, and answered Dean with a stony expression.

"No," He went over to Jess and put his arm around her, half protective, half possessive. "No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her."

"Okay," Hermione answered. "Um. Dad hasn't been home in a few days."

"So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later."

Dean ducked his head and looked back up.

"Dad's on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home in a few days."

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