Fic: The Family Business (2/?)
Title: The Family Business
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters and situations belong to their respective owners and I make no profit off this.
Rating: PG-13
Fandom’s: Supernatural/Harry Potter/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Hermione, Ron, Harry (in this chapter)
Pairing(s): Hermione/Ron, Buffy/Dean, (any other pairings I am open to suggestions)
Spoilers: SPN post season 2 AHBL, Harry Potter post Bookk 5 AU books 6 and 7, BtVS post Chosen
Summary: Hermione Granger leaves the war in the wizarding world behind to find the family that had given her up, her father a man named John Winchester.
Author's Notes: This chapter was beta'd by satyrnfive.
Chapter 2 Steel and Spells
"Mom!" Hermione yelled as she entered the two story house she had grown up in. "Dad!" It was a nice and normal neighborhood filled with doctors and lawyers and police officers and salesmen. It was the perfect place for two dentists to raise a child.
For the first 11 years of her existence Hermione Granger had led a perfectly normal life. Then one day a snowy owl had dropped off a letter on their doorstep from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. Ever since then her life had been everything but normal.
Her parents, her normal parents, had stood beside her every step of the way; embracing a world that had claimed her despite their beliefs and their inability to fully understand it.
"Mom, Dad." Hermione yelled louder, setting her coat down on the coach in the front room, furrowing her brows in confusion. They weren't at work; it was the holidays and her father had assured her that their small practice would be closed for her visit home.
Fear filled her as she noticed the unnatural silence. She padded her way to her parents room, her shoes on the carpet making no noise. She slowly pushed open the door, dread filling her; her hand went to her mouth and her eyes filled with tears at what she saw.
Her mother lay slumped in her chair, her eyes wide and sightless, no mark on her body to show why her chest no longer rose and fell with air. Her father was crumpled on the floor, the door to the bathroom still wide open, his eyes just as wide and without life; no mark touching his body either.
"We've been waiting for you," a voice informed her smugly. Hermione spun around to find herself facing the mask of a Death Eater, another behind him. Her hand reached for her wand, her ears ringing, her heart pounding furiously as she ducked out of the way.
"Stupefy," she yelled, blasting the spell over her shoulder as she scrambled into the bathroom, her legs carrying her by her parents bodies; her mind numb with fear and grief, something else stirring deep down. An anger unlike she had ever felt.
She barricaded herself in the bathroom. Ducking into the closet that held the robes and towels she closed her eyes tightly and tried to concentrate; her body stiffening up and squeezing through space as she appareted back into the front room, unable to will herself any further.
She found herself face to face with a Death Eater and that anger filled her as she shot out with her wand "Stupefy." The simple spell filled with the power of her anger caught the thug off guard and sent him into a heap on the floor.
Something hit her hard and Hermione hit the ground, her wand flying out of her hand. She rolled out of the way of more spells, ducked behind the couch and turned over the end table to provide a shield; the drawer in it tumbled out along with various papers and a small black case.
Hermione reached for the case; her hand fumbled with the combination. It sprung open; her hand wrapped around cool steel.
"Why are you running, you're defenseless, just give yourself up and you won't get hurt." The voice from earlier slid over her. "My Master just wants to talk to you. He sent us here to collect you." The voice was getting closer.
Hermione squeezed her eyes shut tightly, then opened them filled with resolve. She pushed the table away from her into the Death Eater and raised the gun, registering the fear filled eyes as she pulled the trigger. The man flew backwards from the force of the bullet her father had insisted on keeping it loaded with.
The Death Eater she had hit with the spell was still and the other that had been hit by the bullet wouldn't be moving ever again.
Gun still firmly clasped in her hand, Hermione sank to the floor, arms wrapping around her knees as she huddled into herself. Her body shook with the force of the tears that where making their way down her face, sobs muffled.
That was how she was found two hours later by members of the Order and it took Ron to pry the gun out of her hands and gather her in his arms before she could rest. Before she could bury herself in someone else and deal with the grief that was eating at her.
The Death Eater that had survived was taken into custody and would be interrogated and put on trial. The other's body was removed, the blood cleaned up and magic put in place to make it look like Hermione was never there.
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters and situations belong to their respective owners and I make no profit off this.
Rating: PG-13
Fandom’s: Supernatural/Harry Potter/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Hermione, Ron, Harry (in this chapter)
Pairing(s): Hermione/Ron, Buffy/Dean, (any other pairings I am open to suggestions)
Spoilers: SPN post season 2 AHBL, Harry Potter post Bookk 5 AU books 6 and 7, BtVS post Chosen
Summary: Hermione Granger leaves the war in the wizarding world behind to find the family that had given her up, her father a man named John Winchester.
Author's Notes: This chapter was beta'd by satyrnfive.
Chapter 2 Steel and Spells
"Mom!" Hermione yelled as she entered the two story house she had grown up in. "Dad!" It was a nice and normal neighborhood filled with doctors and lawyers and police officers and salesmen. It was the perfect place for two dentists to raise a child.
For the first 11 years of her existence Hermione Granger had led a perfectly normal life. Then one day a snowy owl had dropped off a letter on their doorstep from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. Ever since then her life had been everything but normal.
Her parents, her normal parents, had stood beside her every step of the way; embracing a world that had claimed her despite their beliefs and their inability to fully understand it.
"Mom, Dad." Hermione yelled louder, setting her coat down on the coach in the front room, furrowing her brows in confusion. They weren't at work; it was the holidays and her father had assured her that their small practice would be closed for her visit home.
Fear filled her as she noticed the unnatural silence. She padded her way to her parents room, her shoes on the carpet making no noise. She slowly pushed open the door, dread filling her; her hand went to her mouth and her eyes filled with tears at what she saw.
Her mother lay slumped in her chair, her eyes wide and sightless, no mark on her body to show why her chest no longer rose and fell with air. Her father was crumpled on the floor, the door to the bathroom still wide open, his eyes just as wide and without life; no mark touching his body either.
"We've been waiting for you," a voice informed her smugly. Hermione spun around to find herself facing the mask of a Death Eater, another behind him. Her hand reached for her wand, her ears ringing, her heart pounding furiously as she ducked out of the way.
"Stupefy," she yelled, blasting the spell over her shoulder as she scrambled into the bathroom, her legs carrying her by her parents bodies; her mind numb with fear and grief, something else stirring deep down. An anger unlike she had ever felt.
She barricaded herself in the bathroom. Ducking into the closet that held the robes and towels she closed her eyes tightly and tried to concentrate; her body stiffening up and squeezing through space as she appareted back into the front room, unable to will herself any further.
She found herself face to face with a Death Eater and that anger filled her as she shot out with her wand "Stupefy." The simple spell filled with the power of her anger caught the thug off guard and sent him into a heap on the floor.
Something hit her hard and Hermione hit the ground, her wand flying out of her hand. She rolled out of the way of more spells, ducked behind the couch and turned over the end table to provide a shield; the drawer in it tumbled out along with various papers and a small black case.
Hermione reached for the case; her hand fumbled with the combination. It sprung open; her hand wrapped around cool steel.
"Why are you running, you're defenseless, just give yourself up and you won't get hurt." The voice from earlier slid over her. "My Master just wants to talk to you. He sent us here to collect you." The voice was getting closer.
Hermione squeezed her eyes shut tightly, then opened them filled with resolve. She pushed the table away from her into the Death Eater and raised the gun, registering the fear filled eyes as she pulled the trigger. The man flew backwards from the force of the bullet her father had insisted on keeping it loaded with.
The Death Eater she had hit with the spell was still and the other that had been hit by the bullet wouldn't be moving ever again.
Gun still firmly clasped in her hand, Hermione sank to the floor, arms wrapping around her knees as she huddled into herself. Her body shook with the force of the tears that where making their way down her face, sobs muffled.
That was how she was found two hours later by members of the Order and it took Ron to pry the gun out of her hands and gather her in his arms before she could rest. Before she could bury herself in someone else and deal with the grief that was eating at her.
The Death Eater that had survived was taken into custody and would be interrogated and put on trial. The other's body was removed, the blood cleaned up and magic put in place to make it look like Hermione was never there.