Come What May Chapter 30, a Harry Potter + Glee Crossover fanfic

A/N: I wanted to get another chapter out before I went out of town this weekend, so here you go!

Just Another Crazy Radical: Thank you for the review. Haha, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I suppose I could always throw in a Scott Pilgrim vs. the World thing :P

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~Chapter 30~

The next day, Hermione stood in the center of the choir room with a large smile on her face.

"Well, I did it, I kissed the majority of everyone at this school, some, er, multiple times and I raised $1,247 for glee club," Hermione informed the rest of the New Directions proudly as she handed over the money to her uncle. The room clapped enthusiastically for her before she moved to sit down next to Santana who immediately grabbed her hand and beamed at her.

"Wow, thanks, Mia, that's fantastic! Now, I believe it's time to hear what the world's greatest love song means to Miss Tina Cohen-Chang," the curly-haired man motioned for the Asian girl to come forward.

"This is for you, Mike. Happy Valentine's Day," Tina beamed before attempting to sing My Funny Valentine, but was overcome with too much emotion. Mike hurried up towards his girlfriend and wrapped his arms around her before guiding her back to their seats.

"Uh, Will, mind if I have a go?" The British girl questioned with a raise of her hand.

"Sure, Mia, go ahead," Will answered with a smile.

"Well, it should come as no surprise to you all, but Santana is not very good with expressing her emotions, so we decided that I'd be the one to sing the song to her," Hermione told them with a chuckle. "Now while the song I've chosen may not be a traditional love song, I think it conveys how I feel about our lovely Latina here." She threw a wink at the girl in question before picking up the nearest guitar.

"I had no choice but to hear you.
You stated your case time and again.
I thought about it.

"You treat me like I'm a princess.
I'm not used to liking that.
You ask how my day was."

She met the raven-haired girl's gaze briefly and grinned as she began to sing the chorus.

"You've already won me over in spite of me.
And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet.
And don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are.
I couldn't help it,
It's all your fault."

Hermione stuck her tongue out playfully, causing Santana to roll her eyes with a small smile.

"Your love is thick and it swallowed me whole.
You're so much braver than I gave you credit for.
That's not lip service.

"You are the bearer of unconditional things.
You held your breath and the door for me.
Thanks for your patience.

"You're the best listener that I've ever met.
You're my best friend,
Best friend with benefits.
What took me so long?"

The wavy-haired brunette walked over to her lover and sat down next to her, their gazes never once faltering from each other.

"I've never felt this healthy before.
I've never wanted something rational.
I am aware now.
I am aware now.

The group began cheering loudly after she handed the guitar over to Sam and turned to face a beaming Santana, who quickly wiped away a tear.

"I don't believe it. Hermione's turned Santana human," Artie murmured in shock, earning several noises of agreement.

"Oh, shut up, four eyes," the Latina responded with a glare before pecking the British girl's cheek. "That's the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you, princesa," she whispered into her ear. Hermione smiled and snuggled into the other girl's side as Will moved into the center of the room.

"Well, guys, I think it's easy to see that you all have had no problem completing this week's assignment," the hazel-eyed teacher laughed. "Now, go on and get out of here and enjoy your Valentine's Day!" His students called out appreciatively as they gathered their things and began to exit the choir room. Soon, only Hermione and Santana were remaining. The older girl stood and yelped as she was swiftly pulled into the protective embrace of the raven-haired girl next to her.

"I don't really know what I did to deserve you," murmured the Latina as she placed a gentle kiss on the taller girl's neck.

"I was just thinking the same thing, love. I guess it was fate," sighed Hermione happily. "Oh, I almost forgot! Will you come with me to BreadstiX tonight to support Kurt, Blaine, and the rest of the Warblers?"

"Of course, baby. You know I can't resist BreadstiX and the fact that you'll be there makes it even better," Santana answered as she grabbed the taller girl's hand and led her out into the hallway.

"You're such a dork, but that's excellent. I'll let Blaine and Kurt know. Oh, and I have something special planned for you after the show, so be prepared. I'll pick you up at seven?" The former Cheerio nodded happily, earning a dazzling smile from Hermione. "Oh, and don't worry, I won't do anything too mental when I pick you up. Wouldn't want your parents to assume anything now, would we?" She informed her with a wink, causing the younger girl to quickly pull her into a nearby, abandoned classroom.

"You're the best," the Latina muttered fondly before kissing the other girl. "I can't wait until tonight."

"Neither can I," Hermione replied wistfully as their lips met again. When the couple finally went their separate ways, they each sped home in order to get ready for their first Valentine's Day together.

Several hours later, Hermione was driving to Santana's house when she noticed the ominous atmosphere surrounding her car. She slowed down and focused on the shadow moving up ahead. As the dark cloud moved rapidly towards her, the brunette paled in realization. She sped up and tried to swerve out of the way before the cloud burst through her windshield. Hermione gripped the steering wheel firmly as Bellatrix Lestrange morphed right next to her.

"Hell hath no fury like a veela scorned, Mudblood," the cruel witch sang as she trailed her fingers up and down the Muggle-born's arm.

"What the bloody hell are you talking about?"

"Let's just say that your little veela friend wasn't too happy that you rejected her so close to this silly little holiday. She tracked me down shortly after she left you and willingly gave me your location," Bellatrix cackled dangerously before straddling the Gryffindor causing Hermione to tense.

"For someone who hates Mudbloods so much, you seem to rather enjoy touching me, Lestrange," taunted the wavy-haired brunette. The Death Eater growled before smacking her across the face.

"You better watch your mouth, girl," she snarled as she wrapped her hands around the younger girl's neck and squeezed tightly. "That filthy half-breed also told me about your little girlfriend. Perhaps I'll pay her a visit after I'm done with you," Bellatrix sneered. Hermione's face hardened at the gibe and wearily glanced at the Lopez household which was slowly coming into view. She closed her eyes briefly as a tear ran down her face. The former prefect opened her eyes and glared at the older woman. Summoning all of her Gryffindor courage, she realized what she had to do. She jerked the steering wheel over to the left as quickly as she could and lined up with the large patch of ice several yards in front of them.

"You won't lay a finger on her or anyone else again, you bitch," Hermione spat before slamming down the gas pedal. Before Bellatrix could fathom what was going on, the car made contact with the ice and flipped over repeatedly, eventually throwing the female Death Eater from the car, before crashing into a large tree with a sickening crunch.

"Is your friend almost here, mija?" Mrs. Lopez called from the kitchen.

"Si, Mami. She should be here any minute," Santana responded while glancing at her phone to check the time when she heard a terrible noise from outside. She ran out the door and froze when she saw a car, upside down, crushed up against the tree across the street. As she slowly neared the disastrous sight, all of the color drained from her face as she realized that the smoking hunk of metal used to be Hermione's car. The Latina rushed over to the car, almost tripping over the corpse of an unknown woman. When she reached the driver's side of the car, her stomach dropped. Hermione was covered in blood and pinned inside the vehicle.

"No, no, no, princesa, you have to be alright. I just found you, I can't lose you," she murmured through her tears after she called 911 and Mr. Schue. A few minutes later, several emergency vehicles pulled up as well as the choir director. Santana began shouting furiously in Spanish at the police officers who tried to pull her away from Hermione. Will hurried over to the distressed girl and wrapped his arms around her as he led her away from the wreckage so the paramedics could work on getting his niece out of the car.

"She'll be alright, Santana. She's a fighter," the curly-haired man choked out as they drove behind the ambulance. The former cheerleader nodded numbly as they reached the hospital. As they walked through the doors, they were met by the very worried faces of the New Directions, Blaine, and a very angry Harry Potter.

"What the hell happened?" He shouted at his best friend's uncle before pushing him roughly into a wall.

"Pleas calm down, Harry," the curly-haired man spoke soothingly. "As for what happened, we're not really sure. It looks like she intentionally sped at that patch of ice. I have no idea what could have possibly possessed her to do that. Oh, and there was another person with her apparently. A short, pale woman with wild black hair."

"Bellatrix," the green-eyed boy spat. "Did she make it?"

"No, she was thrown from the car and instantly killed. Why? Who is she?" Will questioned, fearful of the answer.

"I don't know if Mione would want me to tell you this, but considering the circumstances… Bellatrix Lestrange was, um, well, she—she's the main one who tortured Hermione for all those weeks she was missing, tried to kill her numerous times, and helped kill her parents," the Boy-Who-Lived informed them sadly.

"God, first that Fleur chick, now this crazy bitch. Who else is going to come here from Hermione's past and try to steal her away from me?" Santana cried out furiously as she began pacing.

"Wait, Fleur? When was she here?" The messy-haired boy inquired swiftly.

"A few days ago. She tried to get Hermione to choose her over me, but Hermione harshly rejected her. She got pissed and stormed off," the Latina spoke exasperatedly as Brittany approached her.

"I'm gonna kill her," Harry muttered darkly before exiting the hospital. The group heard a loud pop a few seconds later, but thought nothing of it.

"I can't lose her, Brit," the raven-haired girl sobbed as the blonde dancer wrapped her arms around her.

"You won't, Sanny. Hermy wouldn't do that to you. She loves you too much. And she's way too competitive not to be here to help us win Nationals," the blue-eyed girl spoke quietly as tears began sliding down her own face.

"This can't be happening," Blaine said disbelievingly before burying his head in his hands.

"You heard what Brit said. She'll make it through this. She's got to," Kurt responded as he hesitantly put one of his arms around the younger boy. After a few hours had passed, a tired looking doctor approached them.

"How is she?" Will exclaimed worriedly as he shot up from his seat in between Carole and Burt, who had arrived shortly after the doctors had begun operating on Hermione.

"She's very lucky to be alive, Mr. Schuester. We noticed severe bruising on her neck, so it appears that the woman who was thrown from the car was trying to strangle Miss Granger as she was driving. Our guess is that Miss Granger thought the best thing to do was crash her car to prevent the woman from harming her or anyone else with her dangerous behavior. As for her condition, she has several broken ribs, one of which punctured her right lung, a broken arm, severe head trauma, and other minor injuries such as cuts and bruises."

"When can we see her?" Santana blurted out, her eyes filling with tears yet again.

"Um, you can go in one at a time in a few minutes, but there's something you should know. There's no telling when she'll wake up. It could be a couple hours, a few days, weeks, months, or even years," the doctor informed them sadly before walking away. The Latina's gazed at him in shock before collapsing to the ground, her body wracked with sobs.

A/N, part II: Yay, drama! Anyone see that coming? Personally, I have no idea from where it came. Anyway, the song in this chapter was Head Over Feet by Alanis Morissette. I hope you enjoyed this chapter!