CHAPTER FIFTY
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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Dean ran to the space that had been vacated and if he hadn't been panicked before, he certainly was when he caught sight of Hermione's wand and bag on the ground. She was with the King of Hell and she was defenceless.
When he picked up her wand he felt it vibrating gently in his hand, but it didn't seem to dislike him holding it. It was as if it was trying to tell him something.
Dean made his way back to the Impala and climbed in, placing the objects on the seat beside him whilst he pulled out his phone and switched the battery back on, seeing that he had five voice mails and seven missed calls, but he would deal with those later, right now he needed to find and rescue Hermione.
He dialled Sam and he answered on the first ring, as though he had been waiting for him to call him.
"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!" Sam yelled down the speaker, surprising Dean. "YOU IDIOT, HERMIONE'S LEAVING BACK TO ENGLAND BECAUSE SHE BELIEVES YOU DON'T WANT HER."
Panic turned into fear and he quickly cut off Sam before he could finish his angry tirade.
"Crowley kidnapped Hermione," he said, his voice cracking slightly due to his panic of her being taken and of learning that she wanted to leave him and go back to England.
"What?" Sam whispered and Bobby was heard in the background growling curses, before fast footfalls were heard along with the rustling of pages. "Why? Where? When?"
"Just now, she found me at a bar, I followed her and before I could get to her, Crowley appeared out of nowhere and took her. She's defenceless; I've got her wand and bag."
"Fuck!" Two curses were heard.
"Do you know why?"
"Stop asking stupid fucking questions," Dean snapped. "We need to find her."
"If we know why he took her, we might be able to pinpoint a possible location," Sam said calmly.
Dean took a deep breath, his hand gripping the steering wheel in frustration, but his eyes fell to the wand beside him, and he didn't know why, but he wanted to touch it.
He picked it up with his free hand and it began vibrating, he could feel Hermione's magic washing over his skin, as though she were in his presence and he frowned. After everything he had learned of magic both from Hermione and observing her using it, he knew it was capable of some frightening things, but also some wondrous things, too.
As every memory of her using magic flashed through his mind, he kept his eyes on the wand in his hand, drowning out the noise of Sam and Bobby talking over the speaker. And as his eyes remained on the wand, the vibrating became more violent until every nerve in his body tingled.
"Did Crowley say anything that would..."
"What was the spell Hermione used to track the Death Eaters?" Dean cut off Sam, blinking out of his daze.
"What?"
"The spell? What was the spell?"
"I don't see how that matters? You're not a wizard."
"Do you remember the spell or not!" He snapped.
"Yes, Point Me," he said.
Dean stared at the wand in his hand; he took a deep breath, closed his eyes and prayed that it would work.
"Point Me," he whispered.
At first nothing happened, but then he felt the wand being ripped from his hold and when he opened his eyes, it was spinning in the air so fast it was making him dizzy, and then it stopped, pointing south.
"Dean, we need to regroup..."
"No, I'm going to get my wife back," he said, not realising he had said those words aloud.
He snapped the phone shut, throwing it onto the seat and he pulled out of the parking lot, following the directions of the wand at a speed well above the speed limit.
"I'm coming, Sweetheart," he whispered, his eyes flickering between the road and the wand.
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Hermione gave a pained groan as every part of her body ached; she felt as though she'd been rammed into by The Hogwarts Express. She slowly opened her eyes, glad to see that the light in the dark room was minimal so it didn't hurt her eyes. She blinked away the blurriness and lifted her head from the odd angle it had been laid at, making her neck ache, too.
She took note of her surroundings. A large empty room. Concrete flooring. Beige walls. The smell of dust and rusted metal. The sound of several water drops. Partially boarded up windows. She was in an abandoned warehouse.
"Bollocks," she groaned, realising that not only was she in an abandoned warehouse she didn't remember coming to, she was also tied to a rather uncomfortable chair.
"Nice of you to join me, it's considered rude to sleep in the presence of your host."
Hermione's eyes searched the room as a figure approached her, stopping in the patch of moon light that shone through the gap in a boarded up window.
It was a man who looked to be middle aged; he wore a black tailored suit and a long coat, similar to Castiel's only it was black. His dark brown hair was cut short, as was his facial hair and he had dark eyes. She supposed he was handsome, but he didn't compare to Dean, though in her eyes, no one ever would. Sadness crept in at the thought of him, but she pushed it away for the time being.
"You talk about manners, yet you kidnapped me -and judging by the headache I have- whacked me over the head with something and tied me up to this rather uncomfortable chair. What the bloody hell do you want with me? And I suggest you talk fast, otherwise you'll find yourself missing several limbs, as I bash you to death with them."
He smirked at her.
"My, my, so violent," he said amused.
"You haven't seen anything yet, you bastard."
His smirk only seemed to widen.
"Ahh, I can see what he sees in you, such a dirty mouth."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "What the hell do you want with me?" She demanded.
He slipped his hands into his pockets and began to circle her.
"I'm not quite sure what to do with you," he admitted. "I've been keeping my eyes on The Winchesters you see, it's bad for a business man to be unaware of his opponents. And much to my surprise, my little birds have reported seeing a woman with Dean Winchester, a woman that's been seen travelling with the brothers for well over a month. So I'm curious, why would Dean Winchester, a known womanizer who's never been with the same woman longer than one night, be travelling with a woman, a seeming stranger, for well over a month?"
"Why don't you ask him? I can't read bloody minds."
"Dean's not here, I'm asking you."
"It's like you said, he likes my mouth," she glared at him.
He chuckled, shaking his head. "Now that, I believe, however, I don't believe that's the only reason. I've been watching Dean Winchester for quite a while, longer than he knows in fact, and I've come to the conclusion that even he wouldn't keep a woman around for the simple fact she can give a good blow job."
Hermione grimaced. "And you say I have no manners."
"He seems to have taken a shine to you, or so my sources say, he's rather protective of you and you've barely been seen apart since the beginning of your travels. I want to know, why? What makes you so special? Why have you captured his attention?"
"And why can't you have just asked him yourself, rather than kidnapping me and ruining my already awful evening with that ugly mug of yours?"
He chuckled.
If looks could kill, he'd be dead and buried.
"He wouldn't answer my questions."
"And I can't answer your questions."
He narrowed his eyes on her, stopping in front of her and looking down at her.
"You're lying; I know there's something different about you. You're not quite human, but you are. You're not quite supernatural, but you are. What are you? A hybrid of some sort? What are your capabilities?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about, I assure you, I'm as human as anyone can possibly be. I have a steady job. I have friends and family. I have a pet. I sleep, I eat and I require social and human interaction. I am human."
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Tell me what I want to know and I'll make your death painless."
"You seem to be under the impression that I scare easily."
"You seem to be under the impression that I won't kill you."
"I don't fear death."
"Everyone fears death."
"I don't fear death," she told him, sincerity filled her tone. "You'll have to find another way as killing me won't get you what you want."
"I can make this very painful for you."
"I'm sure you can, but it won't be the first time I've been exposed to torture."
He eyed her as a knife suddenly appeared in his hand. Hermione flinched at the sight of it, memories of Bellatrix flashing through her mind, before she pushed them down and locked them back in the box she kept hidden at the back of her mind and she stared at him fearlessly.
As he slowly approached her, she closed her eyes and slowed her breathing down, clearing her mind of all thoughts and she summoned her magic within her. In the back of her mind she could hear a whisper and she listened to it intensively.
Suddenly a door was thrown open and it slammed against the wall. A gunshot was heard and it startled her, she released her magic as an intense wave of power was thrown from her, thickening the air in the room and making it difficult to breathe.
She slowly opened her eyes, exhausted at the magnitude of the magic that she had just released. Her eyesight was blurry and she could just make out the figure of someone running towards her, but before they could reach her, everything went black.