CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Summary: Nine years after the war, Hermione's the Head of the Auror Department that specialises in dealing with Magical Creatures and fugitive Death Eaters that are loose in the Muggle World. With the fugitive Death Eaters no longer hiding in Britain, she's tracking rogue Death Eaters in the United States, which leads her to The Winchester brothers. The Witch and The Hunters are a dynamic trio that no creature, being or beast wishes to mess with, Magical or Supernatural. Hermione/Dean pairing. Rated M for a reason.
Disclaimer: I don't own original canon characters or events, just those that I create myself. Everything belongs to J.K Rowling and the creators of Supernatural. I am not making a profit posting this fanfic.
Page count: 6
They returned to the motel only for Dean and Hermione to change their clothing and pick up the things they needed. Hermione dressed in a tracksuit jacket, a black t-shirt, a pair of black skinny jeans and black boots, whilst Dean wore his customary leather jacket, with a t-shirt, well worn jeans and his boots. Hermione made sure her wand was secure and hidden up her sleeve, whilst her spare was hidden in her boot. She could see both Sam and Dean stuffing knives and guns into the waistbands of their jeans and under the legs of their jeans.
"All set?" Dean asked, and for some reason which Hermione couldn't fathom, he looked worried. She nodded, picked up her beaded bag and slipped it into her jacket pocket, before leaving out the door and heading to the car.
They had looked up Jane's address and the drive to her house wasn't a long one, but it was quiet and tense. They parked several houses away and climbed out, walking down the street and to the correct house.
As Hermione approached, she could see several lights on but it appeared to be quiet. Hermione looked around, before casting a heat signature detection charm, the results showing their only being one found, but not their positioning in the house.
Sam shrugged, before pressing the door bell and they waited, there was no answer and so he tried again. He shared a look with Dean, before turning his attention to Hermione.
"Can you?" Sam nodded at the door and waved his hand as if he had a wand in it.
Dean looked confused until Hermione nodded and pointed her wand at the door handle.
"Alohamora," she muttered, and the lock 'clicked' open. Sam pushed the door open and Dean looked down at her in surprise.
"That'll come in handy," he commented and she laughed lightly, before putting her game face on.
They stepped into the house, Sam, Dean and then Hermione and they looked around their surroundings.
"It's too quiet," Hermione muttered, her eyes flickering in every direction.
"Aren't teenage girls suppose to be loud, storming down the stairs, music blaring, that kind of thing?"
"How the hell am I supposed to know? I wasn't exactly a regular teenage girl, was I?" She looked at Dean with a look that all but said he was stupid for even asking her, and Sam snorted.
"Guys, as funny as this is, we have a witch to deal with?" Sam interrupted and just as he said this, Hermione, Dean and Sam suddenly found themselves glued to the wall. Dean's gun was pulled from his hand, as was Sam's, luckily Hermione still had her wand hidden.
"You better not be responsible for this, Glinda," Dean grumbled.
She rolled her eyes at him. "Of course I'm not, you muppet," she shot back.
"Guys!" Sam interrupted, and they turned their eyes away from each other, to Sam, then to the stairs where Jane was currently stood, an open book in hand, a smirk on her face and her eyes so dark, they were almost black.
"I knew you weren't teachers," Jane spoke coldly.
"Oh, the wicked witch is home," Dean commented lightly.
He grunted when he was pulled from the wall, only to slam back into it with a whispered chant from Jane's lips.
Hermione's eyes narrowed dangerously at seeing Dean getting injured and her protective instincts flared up.
She heard Dean chuckle from beside her. "Shouldn't have done that, Sweetheart," he told Jane, his voice rumbling in amusement "Fucker!" He cursed, when he was brought back from the wall only to slam into it harder than the first time.
"Jane," Hermione spoke, forcing herself to be calm. Forcing herself to not hex the teenage girl's arse into next week. "I suggest you let us go."
Jane cackled, actually cackled.
"Witches do not cackle!" Hermione hissed, turning her narrowed eyes on Dean, who looked more amused than worried about the situation they were currently in.
"Jane, let us go before I am forced to do something you will regret making me do."
"You do not have the power to do anything. You humans are weak against me."
"Oh fuck's sake, another power hungry moron, why are these weirdoes drawn to me?" She muttered. She took a deep breath. "Jane, I know what happened." Jane's laughter stopped and she glared fiercely at Hermione, walking down the stairs and towards her. "I know what Frier did to you, I know what Kristy did, and Glasper and Stewart. And I know about Poldark."
Cold fury shone in her eyes as she approached them, stopping in front of Hermione.
"What happened to you, you didn't deserve it, no one does, but that doesn't justify taking another's life."
"You know nothing!" She hissed.
"But I do, Jane. I was ridiculed in school, bullied, tormented, hated. I was tortured. So a cheerleader stole your clothes, and I'm not making excuses, what she did was awful, but I was forced to face things worse than bullies during my childhood. See this scar on my throat?" She lifted her head up, her scar glinting in the light. "Do you know how I got that? I was abducted and I had a knife held to my throat, my tormentor tried to slit my throat. I know perfectly well how you are feeling."
"No, you don't!" She snarled, getting closer into Hermione's face.
"Oh but I do Jane, you are not the only one that has to face bullying in school. I had my childhood taken from me. There's still a chance left for you. The dark arts are dark for a reason. They control you, they turn you into an unrecognisable shell of yourself."
"I'm able to cast forms of magic that aren't supposed to exist!" She hissed. "I am powerful! I am special!"
Dean snorted beside her, Sam barely managed to move his head, peaking over Hermione to glare at him.
"Listen, Sabrina, you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into, and if you don't let us go, I'm going to set Hermione on you."
A whispered chant left Jane's lips, and suddenly a kitchen knife came zooming into the room, heading straight for Dean's heart.
"Protego," Hermione whispered, and a blue shield formed in front of Dean, the knife slammed into it, dropping to the floor.
Jane's eyes widened and she stepped back slightly.
"I will give you one last chance, let us go and there is still a possibility that you will be able to graduate."
Not only were several kitchen knives seen heading for the trio, but so were scissors and the fire poker from beside the fireplace.
Hermione groaned in annoyance, before taking a breath and summoning her magic to cast a much larger and stronger shield, wandlessly. "Protego Totalum," she whispered and the invisible shield covered the three of them, Dean and Sam shut their eyes tightly, waiting to be impaled to death, yet it didn't happen and there were suddenly 'clangs' of the metal objects crashing to the ground.
"That's my girl," Dean laughed in joy, but her eyes were narrowed on the completely surprised Jane.
"You wouldn't know a true born witch if she slapped you in the fucking face." Hermione said rather calmly, which was a contrast to the fury in her eyes. "So let me introduce you to one. Finite," she mumbled, and she was no longer glued to the wall, she landed on her feet smoothly. Sam and Dean had a little more difficultly, only just stopping themselves from crashing to the ground.
Hermione slowly began to walk forward, as Jane walked backwards.
Hermione held her hand out, the book Jane was holding flew into Hermione's hands. Jane gasped, and Hermione looked down at the book, chuckling mirthlessly.
"This is not witchcraft," she said and then the book suddenly went up in flames, Hermione dropped it to the floor, watching as the fire devoured the offering.
"No!" Jane cried, lunging for the book, but Hermione held her hand out and Jane was thrown across the room, skidding across the floor as Hermione slowly approached.
"You are not now, nor will you ever be a true witch. A true born witch is born with her magic. A true born witch doesn't require the need to chant a ridiculous spell. A true born witch would never use something as pathetic as a hex bag to take down those that she hates. You call yourself a witch, you're nothing more than a scared little girl that's angry at the world. Tell me, what did you sacrifice to gain this power, because I'm telling you now, it's not magic which you think you are wielding. It's darkness from hell itself. Who did you sacrifice?" Hermione glared down at her.
Jane began chanting some ridiculous spell and Hermione rolled her eyes. "Silencio," she said lightly and Jane's hand came up to her throat when her words were suddenly cut off, Hermione smiled.
"That's better, all of this chanting was giving me a headache. You're just lucky I'm feeling merciful, so I won't be killing you tonight, but who knows what your punishment will be for exposing the long kept secret of magic? I guess we'll find out. Now, are you going to reverse the effects of your wrongdoings towards those with illnesses? It's your only chance at possible redemption." Hermione found herself staring down at Jane, who was currently glaring murderously and sending some obscene hand gestures her way. "Stand up," Hermione ordered.
Jane glared at her from the ground. Hermione sighed, before grabbing Jane's arm and pulling her up, she pulled her over to the couch and pushed her until she was sitting down, before casting a Sticking Charm on her, to stop her from being able to escape. She turned around to see Sam gawking at her and Dean was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, a proud look on his face.
"You can be frightening when you want to be," Sam commented, clearing his throat.
She snorted at him. "You're not the first person to tell me that. I'll be right back, I need to find and destroy any possible dark magical artefacts."
"Won't you need them for evidence?"
"Not necessarily, we have ways of removing our memories and storing them for later use," she shrugged, leaving the two surprised brothers to watch over the struggling Jane.
She knew she had to be quick; the Silencing Charm was done wandlessly, so it was weaker than usual, as was the Sticking Charm, so they would wear off a lot quicker than normal. She quickly made her way up the stairs and found her way to Jane's bedroom.
She followed her instincts and it led her to the chest of drawers in the corner of the room. She pulled open the first drawer and sighed.
"Oh, Merlin's Sake, a bloody pentagram, how cliché," she scoffed looking down at the five pointed star inside a circle, in annoyance.
It was surrounded by several candles, a silver athamae with dried blood on the blade, a few jars of differently coloured powdered substances, which she didn't recognise, and there were a few symbols carved into the wood of the drawer. Some she didn't recognise and looked to have been made up, others she did.
'Of course, she would get those ones right,' she thought, rolling her eyes. She clearly recognised the runes for death, pain, vengeance and power.
She moved onto the second drawer, opening it to see the materials for making hex bags, including the ingredients, which she didn't linger looking over, before quickly moving onto the third and final drawer, where she came across several other spell books, and a few small silver chalices, half-filled with what she knew to be blood. She gagged, before summoning some vials, taking a sample from each chalice, before quickly destroying the entire contents of the chest of drawers, leaving no evidence behind. She heard noises coming from downstairs and she frowned, quickly making her way down the stairs to see what was going on.
She had not expected for Sam to be hidden behind the over turned dining table, with knives, scissors and other sharp objects being flung at him magically, nor to see Dean, currently fighting with a young man. Jane was still stuck to the couch, yet the Silencio had worn off, allowing her to chant.
Hermione groaned in annoyance. "Finite," she muttered and the flying objects clattered to the floor.
"Blake!" Hermione all but shrieked in surprise at seeing him there, currently fighting with Dean.
What the bloody hell was he doing there? When she spoke, Dean landed a punch on Blake's jaw, sending him to the ground.
"I'm gone, all of ten minutes and you end up hiding behind a table and in a fist fight?" Hermione spoke with a raised eyebrow, as Dean grabbed Blake by the arms and pinned him to the wall, his arm pressed against his throat.
"Nothing is ever as easy as we would like it to be, Sweetheart," he panted, throwing a wink over his shoulder.
She rolled her eyes, glaring at Jane in warning, before approaching the struggling teen under Dean's hold. There was no way he was going to escape, Dean was a lot stronger than him and no matter how much he writhed and wriggled and tried to break free, Dean's hold was not relenting.
She stopped beside Dean and sighed when she saw Blake's cloudy eyes and the twitchy tension in his body. She pulled her wand and tapped it to his head, Blake's frame suddenly went limp and Dean stepped back causing Blake to crash to the floor.
"I never expected your admirer to be in on this," Dean grumbled.
"I don't think he is, I've seen this type of magic before. His eyes were clouded over; his body was twitchy and tense, as if trying to fight something off. He wasn't in control of his actions, which means that someone else was." She turned around, her eyes landing on Jane. "You've just dug yourself an even deeper hole, mind control is a forbidden form of magic; that has just given you a one way ticket to a magical prison with creatures that suck out your soul and devour it like its candy, muggle or not."
Hermione turned her back and walked over to Sam, helping him to stand up and checking him for any injuries, and seeing that he didn't have any, she smiled.
A sudden chant was heard, Dean cursed loudly, Sam's eyes widened and she turned around, to see that Jane was stood behind Dean; he was on his knees with a knife magically held to his throat.
Hermione felt worry and fury consume her and she struggled to control herself.
"You underestimated me," Jane sneered.
"No, I never, you underestimated me," Hermione replied coldly and now her mind wasn't her own. Her emotions and instincts took over until she was no longer in control of her actions.
"One word and I'll kill your precious boyfriend!
"You may have three. Go fuck yourself!" Hermione replied.
Jane began the chant, and just as the knife was about to cut through Dean's throat, a knife appeared in Hermione's hand and she threw it, with such precision that it was worrying.
Jane's words suddenly died off and she cackled, looking down at herself where the knife was firmly lodged in her chest. She gripped it and pulled it out of her, dropping it to the floor. Blood covered her clothing and hands, and Jane collapsed to the ground.
Her cackling turning into gargling sounds as she struggled to breathe as she choked on her own blood, until her breathing stopped entirely and her eyes closed.