CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
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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"Is this place safe?" Sam asked, seeing the way The Burrow was tilting towards one side and with all the windows juttering out and the smoke coming out of the chimney in a thick cloud.
Harry snorted. "Everyone asks that the first time they see this place. Yes, it's structurally safe due to it being rebuilt with magic. It was burnt down during the war, but when it came to rebuilding it, rather than going for something new, they made it an exact replica of what it was before."
Harry watched as Dean seemed to pale as they neared the building and Hermione clung to him, also looking pale.
"Relax, Hermione, you know they'll freak out but they'll see sense. Are you telling them you're married? Or that you're fated?"
"I haven't decided yet, I wanted to ease them into it, so we'll see how it goes before I make my decision," she replied.
They made it to the door and Harry walked straight through, and the chatter coming from inside reached their ears.
"I've got your back," Dean muttered into her ear.
"I'm going to need it," she replied. "How many weapons do you have on you?"
"Two hand guns and a silver knife, Sammy should have the same, why?"
"Just curious," she shrugged, before she took a deep breath.
She put her arm through Sam's and took Dean by the hand, dragging them into the house and closing the door behind them. Their eyes moved around the room, seeing that it was obviously used often as the furniture was well worn and mismatched, photographs lined the walls of a lot of redheads and other children and women, which they deducted were the wives and children of the sons and the only redheaded young woman who must've been the sister, and Harry's wife, judging by the fact he was with her in the photo, along with their children.
She led them to the kitchen and pushed open the door and they stepped in.
Dean's eyes widened at the amount of people in the room, that must've been magically altered to fit them all in. He recognised Harry, George and Draco, but the others he didn't, and by his count there were fourteen people sat around the table, not including the three of them and the newborn baby in the blonde woman's arms. Fear washed over him, but he reined it in when Hermione's hand squeezed his.
All eyes turned to them and he felt like a deer caught in headlights.
"Hello, everyone," she smiled, and understanding seemed to wash across the room as it remained silent and no one got up from their seats to greet Hermione. "I would like to thank you all for attending this family meeting of which I know I didn't give you much notice, but we don't have a lot of time, so we need to get on with it."
"First of all, I would like to say that I'm feeling much better and I thank you for your concern over my health, and there is no more cause for worry, I just had a bad case of the muggle flu. Now that's over, I would like to introduce to you two very important people in my life. I know Draco and Harry know who they, but for those who don't, this is Dean and Sam Winchester."
Dean nodded, whilst Sam gave them a wave and a smile, seeing as he was the friendlier of the two.
"Boys, do you think you can keep up whilst I introduce you to everyone?" Hermione asked and chuckles rang out, and they both nodded. "Right then, here we go, we have, Molly and Arthur Weasley, Bill and his wife Fleur, Charlie..."
"Claire couldn't make it, she's on the night shift," he injected apologetically.
Hermione waved him off. "Percy and his wife, Audrey, George and his wife Angelina, Ronald."
Dean stiffened beside her and she squeezed his hand tighter as his eyes narrowed on him, and Ron had quickly figured out what he was Hermione when he saw her holding his hand and he wasn't pleased either.
"You've met Harry, and that's his wife, Ginny, and you've met, Draco, and that's his wife, Luna and their baby boy, Scorpius."
"It's nice to meet you boys," Mrs. Weasley spoke.
She stood up from her chair and made her way over to them, hugging Hermione and then she pulled Dean and Sam into a hug, much to their surprise and Hermione's amusement. Dean cleared his throat and shifted on his feet nervously as she made her way back to her seat.
"And now that introductions are over, let's get started with this meeting," the older woman said, and she gestured to the three empty seats at the end of the table.
Hermione took the seat at the end of the table, Sam took the seat on her left, putting him next to Draco and Dean sat on her right, putting him next to Harry. She silently thanked her best friend, knowing he had done it on purpose; he winked at her in response.
"Right, I had hoped to ease everyone into this, but as I said, we don't have a lot of time before the press get wind."
"And what are we dealing with?" Bill asked curiously. "How serious is it if it involves the press?"
"A story bigger than my break up with Ryan," she answered and Dean noted the looks of anger and disgust that crossed everyone's faces at the mention of the name, well, except for Ron, who was eyeing him with hatred.
"Well then, you best explain it to us," Mr. Weasley said.
She took a deep breath, her hand clutching Dean's beneath the table. "Well, it's a bit complicated but..."
"Oh, it's not complicated," Ron spat and Hermione flinched.
Harry winced, knowing that it was about to kick off and Dean was likely to hurt Ron.
"You're fucking one of them, which one?"
"Ronald!" His mother scolded.
"No, Mum, it's the only reason she's here, she's obviously shagging one of them, in fact, I bet it's both. She's always been a bit of a slut."
Dean stood up from his chair so fast, it fell to the ground with a deafening bang and Ron did the same, his wand held in his hand. Hermione clenched her teeth as Dean glared at him furiously. Sam eyed Dean carefully and everyone else was surprised at his movement, especially since he hadn't pulled a wand, he just stood there with his fists clenched.
"You're the one that cheated on me, Ronald. I'm the slut, yet you're the one that's got a different woman on your arm for every month of the year, and you've got two kids to two different women." She fired back. "I'm a slut, yet I've never cheated on anyone. I'm a slut, yet I don't dress or act provocative or trashy. You should really think before you speak, that way we don't all have to listen to you talking out of your arse. Let me clarify in case you don't understand what I'm saying, I'm saying you talk a load of shit, of which no one cares for."
Ginny and her brothers hid a snigger behind their hands, Harry smiled at her and Draco smirked at Ron.
"And as to your insinuations, it's Dean," she said lightly, causing everyone to laugh at her.
She tugged on Dean's arm and he turned his eyes to her, she shook her head and he breathed deeply, before picking up his chair and sitting down, taking her hand in his and holding it on the table as he needed the connection to help him to remain calm.
"We didn't know you had a new boyfriend, you've been holding out on me, Hermione," Ginny said, wiggling her eyebrows. "And I must say he's rather handsome."
Everyone rolled their eyes at her and Dean seemed to perk up at the compliment.
"Please, Gin, continue feeding his ego so we can't fit his head through the door." Dean scowled at her and the others sniggered. "We haven't been together long, two months at most. We met whilst I was on a case in the States. Dean has a similar job to me, only with fewer restrictions." Sam and Dean snorted; that was putting it mildly. "We didn't exactly see eye to eye when we first met."
"You don't say," Draco drawled, referring to the fact that Dean had actually shot and almost killed her. She leaned over the table to slap him over the back of his head and he glared at her.
"Children," Mrs. Weasley scolded.
"Sorry," they both muttered, and much to Dean's amusement, Hermione looked chastised with that one word.
"Sam and Dean helped me to track down the Death Eaters' headquarters and they were present during the battle, which they fought in. Dean even saved my life when Nott and Yaxley tortured me on the battlefield."
They looked surprised by the news, of course no one knew what had happened to her afterwards as it was kept secret, and she believed they hadn't yet figured out Sam and Dean were muggles.
"And our relationship took root that day and kind of progressed over the weeks, and here we are now," she shrugged and squeezed his hand.
"So, Hermione," Ron said, still standing and with a cruel twitch to his lip. "Has your new boyfriend seen your scars?"
Hermione put her head down in shame.
"Yes," Dean replied, trying to keep his temper in check for Hermione's sake.
"All of them?"
"Yes,"
"Hideous, yes?"
"No, I have my fair share of scars, too. Hermione's scars add to her beauty, I know she received them protecting the lives of others. Hermione's one of the kindest, most compassionate and fiercest people I have met."
"Then you can't have seen all of them," Ron replied, ignoring Dean's words and twiddling his wand between his fingers.
"Which one? The one caused by a werewolf? The one caused by a hippogriff? The derogatory word carved into her arm? Or the one caused by a dark curse which almost killed her when she was sixteen, to be honest with you, that's my favourite one and my tongue agrees."
Hermione blushed bright red, several gasps were heard, along with several sniggers, whilst George, Harry, Charlie and Bill broke out into guffaws, and Sam grimaced.
"Nicely done, Winchester," George praised, seeing the dumbstruck look on Ron's race.
"You're just pissed Hermione discovered you were cheating on her and she dumped you like the piece of trash you are. You're just pissed that she's obviously got a better career than you, and from what I can gather, she gets more media coverage than you, too, even though she's on a different continent, meaning she's more famous than you. She's smarter than you and she's beautiful. She's a better person than you are."
Ron laughed. "Better than me, she is not better than me. She's a frigid bitch."
"Not from where I'm sitting," Dean smirked.
"I thought you said she was a slut?" Sam questioned with a frown.
"She obviously is," he sneered.
"But you just called her frigid, honestly, Ronald, you're such an idiot," Ginny rolled her eyes at her brother.
"At least I can have children!" He finally snapped.
The room plunged into silence and Hermione felt her heart drop into her stomach as all eyes turned to her. Sam looked at Dean with wide eyes, and suddenly, their conversation about them trying for a baby made sense to him.
"What?" Ginny whispered, looking at Hermione with wide, sad eyes.
"She's dried up in the kids department, and has been since we were eighteen," Ron said cruelly.
"Oh, Hermione," Mrs. Weasley said sadly, making to stand up.
"No," she shook her head. She took a breath and lifted her head, staring at everyone bravely. "Ronald cheated on me because I told him the result of my fertility tests, which said I was unable to have children. But recently I've discovered that I can have children," she smiled at Ron. "It seems a certain part of your anatomy wasn't up to the challenge, and I was left disappointed, as always."
Sam, Harry and Draco all sniggered and they didn't bother trying to hide it either.
"Reducto!" Ron yelled, Hermione stood and deflected the spell immediately and it slammed into the wall.
And then there were gasps when Dean was stood beside her with his gun pointed and aimed at Ron, and he stared at it fearfully.
"Is that what I think it is?" Ginny whispered and Harry nodded, taking her hand over the table. The only one unaffected was Luna, as she sat there, gazing off into the distance with a serene smile on her face as she cradled her son.
"Did I forget to mention that Dean is a muggle?" Hermione said lightly.
"But you said you were in the same line of work," George frowned in confusion, his eyes locked on the gun pointed at his brother.
"He is; he's a Hunter."
"A Hunter?" Mrs. Weasley frowned.
"Yes, a Hunter," she put emphasis on the word, and then the penny dropped and gasps rang out. "They are The Dean and Sam Winchester, the best Hunters in existence and all the rumours you may have heard are true, like how they don't hesitate to kill. Dean will put a bullet in you if you insult me one more time," Hermione told Ron. "He's very protective of me. In fact, he killed both Yaxley and Nott for torturing me. Just like that, without blinking," she clicked her fingers and most of them flinched as the sound filled the quiet room. "They've killed demons, and Angels and gods, fucking Gods. Trust me, Ronald, you don't compare to what Dean's capable of, magic or no magic. Oh, and he also has a knife and another hand gun on him, and Sam has the same should he need back up. So I suggest you keep your mouth shut and maybe, just maybe, you'll get to walk out of here uninjured and without the need for a body bag."
Ron's face was bright red, but he managed to keep his retort to himself and he lowered himself into his seat.
Hermione reached up and placed a kiss to Dean's cheek. He turned his eyes to her and she smiled at him softly, before he lowered his gun and placed it on the table within reach.
"Just tell them, Hermione, there's no point in dragging it out; I don't think we can keep Dean from killing Ron much longer. Just like a plaster," Harry said.
She took a breath and nodded, her hand holding Dean's tightly.
"I'm no longer Hermione Granger, I am now Hermione Winchester."