CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
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.
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Hermione stood there, staring in surprise as she slowly came back to herself, only just realising that she had killed a teenage girl.
Her eyes flickered to Dean, who was staring off behind him at the body, he turned his head and his gaze locked onto Hermione's, and when that happened she rushed over to him, forgetting about the dead body and the other unconscious teen. She dropped onto her knees in front of him, her eyes scanning him for injuries as her hands did the same, running over his face and chest.
When she reached his throat, she saw blood trickling from the small cut that had been made from the knife. She pressed her wand to the injury and focused her attention on healing it, when she pulled her wand away, the cut and blood were gone, looking as though nothing had happened.
"You weren't kidding about being good with knives," Dean said quietly. "I don't even think I could've made that shot," he said and Hermione was surprised that he appeared to be more amused with the situation, rather than judging her for killing a teenaged girl.
She knew she would hate herself when she had time to process everything that had happened, but all she could feel was relief. Relief that Dean wasn't hurt. He was safe.
She breathed out and suddenly flung her arms around his neck, pulling herself against him and hugging him tightly, breathing in his scent of motor oil, gun powder and soap. Dean didn't comment on her suddenly trying to squeeze the oxygen from his lungs, he simply brought his arms to wrap around her, holding her against him. He buried his head against her neck, her fallen curls tickling his forehead and he placed a calming kiss to her shoulder.
"I'm fine," he said, seeming to know why it was she currently clinging to him like a terrified kitten. Sam for his part, stood back, looking around the room awkwardly.
Hermione took a final deep breath, pulling her head back to rest her forehead against his. His green eyes locked onto hers, there was no judgement there, only understanding and pride.
She pulled back entirely and stood up, Dean doing the same and she made her way over to the unconscious Blake, running her wand over him as she cast a few diagnostic spells.
"So, how is he involved in all of this?" Sam cleared his throat. "He just turned up out of nowhere, during the distraction she began chanting and trying to kill me."
"Just give me a moment," she spoke, before kneeling on the ground, and using Legilimency on the unconscious teenager. It was several minutes later when she pulled back, since she took the time to alter the poor teen's memories, so he would never remember any of what had happened, nor that he had something to do with it.
She sighed and stood up, before walking over to the couch and plopping herself down on to it. "Blake wasn't aware of his actions, the best way to describe it is it being similar to a possession. I took samples from the chalices of blood I found." They both grimaced. "It wasn't just dark magic she was practicing, but blood magic which is very dangerous. I don't know how, but Jane was able to get her hands on some of Blake's blood, and with this, she was able to control his mind. He tried to fight against the magic, but it was too powerful and he was helpless, he was forced to do anything she told him to. He had access to Kristy, Frier and Poldark, he's the one that slipped the hex bags into their belongings without them noticing. I've altered his memories. He won't remember anything that happened, not that he aided Jane or that she was controlling his mind, not turning up here, and he believes that we're ordinary substitute teachers."
"We should probably leave, we'll put in an anonymous call. We can't make her disappear, the best we can hope for is a murder investigation, until the case goes cold," Sam commented softly, not wanting to upset her.
She nodded. "Her parents are dead."
"How do you know that?" Dean asked her, frowning.
"She killed them; they were the sacrifice she made to hell for her power. I read her thoughts before I left to go upstairs. She used their blood at first and killed them a couple of days ago, to pay her debt. From what I could see in her mind, her parents mostly worked, didn't spend a lot of time at home or with her, even from a young age. They pressured her into having the perfect grades and they punished her when she came home with anything less an A. She hated them, she didn't regret killing them or the others for that matter," she rubbed a hand over her face. "Just give me a minute and I'll remove any evidence of us even being here."
"You can do that?" Sam asked surprised.
"I can," she confirmed, standing up and muttering under her breath, her wand being waved in a series of arches, followed by a swirl and finishing with a flick.
"That'll come in handy," Dean mumbled, watching as the room glowed a soft blue, before returning to normal. The room looked spotless, not a thing out of place.
"It's done, I'll apparate Blake out of here and to the diner before waking him. I'll be back in a minute."
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"Miss. Hart?" Blake spoke, holding a hold to his head and squinting his eyes in the light of the street lamp.
"Are you alright, Blake?" She asked with a worried frown on her face as she crouched down.
He was currently sprawled on the ground, in the alley way of the diner.
"I...I don't know...What happened?"
"I'm not sure, I heard a noise and followed it, this is how I found you." He sat up, pressing his back against the wall. "Maybe I should take you to the hospital," she spoke.
"No, no, I'm fine, I must've just fallen and blacked out. Coach was relentless at practice."
"You shouldn't allow yourself to be put in a position of exhaustion, especially to the point when you black out. It's not healthy."
He nodded, pushing himself up onto his feet. "I think I'll just head home."
"Maybe we should call you a taxi," she suggested.
"No, it's fine, I only live two blocks away, I'll just walk. Thank you, Miss .Hart."
"It's not a problem, Blake, I'll see you at school in the morning, good night," she told him, as they headed out of the alley way together. He left in one direction and she turned and walked back into the alley.
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"This is it," Sam spoke, nodding to the closed door which was currently hiding four comatosed patients.
They entered the sterile smelling room, Sam and Dean stood watch as she quickly made her way to the first bed. Her wand started reacting to the backpack that was by the side of the bed and she frowned.
"Dean?"
"Yeah?" He turned his head and she nodded at the back pack.
He seemed to understand what she was trying to convey as he made his way over to it, rummaged around in it before he dropped a hex bag to the ground.
"Maybe check the others?" She offered, and he nodded in agreement. As he went through the others' belongings, Hermione set about casting diagnostic spells on Stewart.
"Do you know what it is?" Sam asked when he saw her frowning as she moved her wand in slow, deliberate movements.
"It's not an illness or curse that I recognise," she bit her lip in thought.
"And?" He questioned, seemingly knowing she had more to say.
"The way the curse is layered, there's nothing complex about it. It's so simple, it can't actually be that simple," she muttered.
"Maybe it is," he offered.
She lifted her eyes to his and then looked back down at Stewart.
"Exilium," she whispered.
Hermione was not a healer, nor was she a doctor, but when the monitors began beeping wildly, before stopping and levelling out, even she knew that something was different. She cast a charm over Stewart and laughed in disbelief, seeing that her heart beat was strong and the black aura that she detected in her blood was no longer there.
"It is that simple!" She exclaimed in excitement.
Dean leaned against the nearest wall with a small smile on his face and Sam smiled and chuckled at her from his place beside the door. She quickly moved onto the other three patients, seeing that although their results were slightly different, the same counter curse worked for all three.
Hermione destroyed the hex bags, before pressing the button in the room to alert the doctors to the now rapidly improving patients and they snuck out of the hospital room, quickly moving onto the room that located Frier and Kristy. Dean found the hex bags, still in with their belongings and after Hermione destroyed them, there wasn't anything she could do for the two teens, and so they left the hospital, picked up some take out and went back to the motel.