Fic: The Family Business (4/?)
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.
Chapter 4 A Father's Love
“C’mon Princess quiet down for daddy, please quiet down.” John begged the 3 month old baby in his arms as she screamed her misery for all to see her little lungs able to reach levels of sound no person her size should be capable of.
She continued to cry and John groaned eyes moving to the ceiling begging the god he had stopped believing in a long time ago for a break.
That break came in the form of his eight year old son.
“Dad,” Dean muttered softly coming out of the bathroom 4 year old Sam behind him rubbing his eyes tiredly. They were dressed in matching dinosaur pajamas Dean’s slightly more messy but just as old and reliable.
“Yeah Deano?” John muttered pacing back and forth bouncing slightly as he tried to soothe his daughter juggling her to one arm as he reached down scooping Sam up and dumping him gently down on one of the hotel beds.
Dean shuffled his feet wincing as the babies cries got louder and told his dad softly “I’ll hold her, she’s tried and she likes to lay down on someone. I do it every night.”
John felt like a horrible father as he handed his daughter over to his oldest son and watched as she quieted down turning her face to burrow it in Dean’s shirt as he scrambled onto the bed beside Sam wrapping one arm around his already dozing brother and the other cradling the baby on his child’s chest hand moving in soothing circles on her back whispering loving words in her ear as she drifted off eyes closing.
John reached for the bottle he had made earlier and set on the small table when the baby wouldn’t take it and handed it to Dean along with one of the pacifier’s he had picked up at the hospital last week when he had brought Dean in to get his head looked at after he had gotten thrown into a tree.
There was now a bandage on his head but he was otherwise fine and his eyes were drifting closed as he settled the bottle on pacifier close at hand. John handed him a knife which he quickly stuffed under the pillow and a gun which he set by the bottle.
John leaned down pressing a kiss to Sam’s forehead than Dean’s “Love you kiddos,” he kissed the slumbering baby just as lightly caressing her dark hair “love you Princess.” He gave Dean a quick hard look “Look after your brother and sister.”
Dean looked up from where he was gazing at the baby his nod firm voice sure “Yes sir.”
John looked at his children eyes moving from his sons to his daughter and he felt the familiar twist of guilt in his stomach, he had betrayed Mary even though she had been dead for near on 4 years and he knew the type of his life he would give her.
Dean and Sam were his, Mary had died for them and they had just as much of a part to play in his search for vengeance but his baby girl wasn’t a part of it, she didn’t have to follow him on his quest. He had been selfish taking her when he knew he could have left her with her mother and she would have never had to face the things the boys had, the things he had.
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“Dean,” John yelled as he crashed into the hotel room coughing at the smoke that filled the room. He could here the crying over the roaring of the flames and he held up his arms against the heat coughing as the smoke entered his lungs.
“Dean!!!” he yelled again coughs racking his body.
“Daddy…” a voice whispered softly and his eyes flew around the burning room to land on a small form huddled in the corner his military jacket thrown over them. Dean clung to Sam the crying baby hidden between them her sobs muffled by their bodies as they muddled close to the floor trying to get oxygen.
“Dad,” the voice came again and John scrambled to his children falling to the floor as a flaming beam fell on his back. He grunted against the pain as he crouched down beside his children scooping them into his arms muttering “I’m here, I’m here.” He stumbled out of the hotel coughing raggedly as he collapsed against the car breathing the night air in in desperate gulps.
Dean and Sam scrambled out of his arms and John looked down into his frightened sons eyes. “What is it?” John asked softly
“Daddy,” Dean’s voice came out as a sob “she won’t wake up, I tried waking her up but she won’t.”
Fear filled John twisting his gut as his face went as white as a sheet.
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Weeks had passed on John had taken to haunting the hospital Dean a fixture beside him each day. Sam was with Jim being spoiled rotten and reassured everything was okay and that Dean and his daddy would be back soon.
The nurses often gave them food and coffee stopping in to offer them whatever comfort they could. More often than not touching John’s shoulder and ruffling Dean’s hair.
Little baby girl Winchester clung on a thread having token into too much smoke for her small lings to handle and they were now failing her.
John’s eyes were bloodshot and the only person he talked to was Dean and Jim. Guilt twisted his gut and he found himself in the chapel more than once.
One day as he sat there hands clasped eyes staring blankly at the crucifix that hung on the wall a couple entered. John glanced over at the them eyes narrowing and his hand tightened on the letter he held there that Jim had passed on from Missouri.
“Are you Mr. Winchester?” the man asked softly his voice cultured and very British. John nodded and the man shuffled nervously arm going around his wife’s waist. John’s eyes went to her, she was pretty and soft. Golden brown hair pulled back into a loose bun eyes a vivid blue. He turned back to the husband who met his eyes not backing down the cold Marine before him “The gentleman outside informed us you wished to speak with us.”
John looked back at the wife and nodded “That’s right, you and your wife are here on vacation are you not?”
The woman nodded and John continued bitterly “You have no children?”
Before the man could speak his wife did her voice soft and laced with sorrow “No we don’t. We’ve tried for years and came to see a fertility specialist, we told our friends we were on a second honeymoon. We can’t have children,” the pain thickened her accent “I cannot bear a child.”
John nodded tears pricking his eyes that he quickly wiped away. He looked over at them his voice just as thick “I have a daughter, she’s three months old, she’s sick and I don’t have the means or the time to care for her,” he paused letting that sink in before he continued “I lead a dangerous life that I have already exposed my sons to, I want to spare her.” He looked down at the letter in his hands despair washing over him “She needs a stable family that I can’t provide for her,” he looked back the couple his voice growing firm “but I believe you can.”
The man sputtered and the woman cried but in the end the papers were signed and his baby girl became Hermione Marie Granger. It wasn’t legal and they would be leaving the country the next day with their new daughter using papers Jim had forged but it was the best thing for her.
Dean held her one last time crying freely for the first time since his mother had died and John pressed a kiss to her forehead silent tears trailing down his cheek.
It was better this way, Missouri had told him it would be better this way. That his daughter would be safer and she would be happy and loved, that she belonged to the Granger’s and whatever life they would give her.
John couldn’t afford to doubt her, not on this. Not when his heart had already been torn open by the decision.
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.
Chapter 4 A Father's Love
“C’mon Princess quiet down for daddy, please quiet down.” John begged the 3 month old baby in his arms as she screamed her misery for all to see her little lungs able to reach levels of sound no person her size should be capable of.
She continued to cry and John groaned eyes moving to the ceiling begging the god he had stopped believing in a long time ago for a break.
That break came in the form of his eight year old son.
“Dad,” Dean muttered softly coming out of the bathroom 4 year old Sam behind him rubbing his eyes tiredly. They were dressed in matching dinosaur pajamas Dean’s slightly more messy but just as old and reliable.
“Yeah Deano?” John muttered pacing back and forth bouncing slightly as he tried to soothe his daughter juggling her to one arm as he reached down scooping Sam up and dumping him gently down on one of the hotel beds.
Dean shuffled his feet wincing as the babies cries got louder and told his dad softly “I’ll hold her, she’s tried and she likes to lay down on someone. I do it every night.”
John felt like a horrible father as he handed his daughter over to his oldest son and watched as she quieted down turning her face to burrow it in Dean’s shirt as he scrambled onto the bed beside Sam wrapping one arm around his already dozing brother and the other cradling the baby on his child’s chest hand moving in soothing circles on her back whispering loving words in her ear as she drifted off eyes closing.
John reached for the bottle he had made earlier and set on the small table when the baby wouldn’t take it and handed it to Dean along with one of the pacifier’s he had picked up at the hospital last week when he had brought Dean in to get his head looked at after he had gotten thrown into a tree.
There was now a bandage on his head but he was otherwise fine and his eyes were drifting closed as he settled the bottle on pacifier close at hand. John handed him a knife which he quickly stuffed under the pillow and a gun which he set by the bottle.
John leaned down pressing a kiss to Sam’s forehead than Dean’s “Love you kiddos,” he kissed the slumbering baby just as lightly caressing her dark hair “love you Princess.” He gave Dean a quick hard look “Look after your brother and sister.”
Dean looked up from where he was gazing at the baby his nod firm voice sure “Yes sir.”
John looked at his children eyes moving from his sons to his daughter and he felt the familiar twist of guilt in his stomach, he had betrayed Mary even though she had been dead for near on 4 years and he knew the type of his life he would give her.
Dean and Sam were his, Mary had died for them and they had just as much of a part to play in his search for vengeance but his baby girl wasn’t a part of it, she didn’t have to follow him on his quest. He had been selfish taking her when he knew he could have left her with her mother and she would have never had to face the things the boys had, the things he had.
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“Dean,” John yelled as he crashed into the hotel room coughing at the smoke that filled the room. He could here the crying over the roaring of the flames and he held up his arms against the heat coughing as the smoke entered his lungs.
“Dean!!!” he yelled again coughs racking his body.
“Daddy…” a voice whispered softly and his eyes flew around the burning room to land on a small form huddled in the corner his military jacket thrown over them. Dean clung to Sam the crying baby hidden between them her sobs muffled by their bodies as they muddled close to the floor trying to get oxygen.
“Dad,” the voice came again and John scrambled to his children falling to the floor as a flaming beam fell on his back. He grunted against the pain as he crouched down beside his children scooping them into his arms muttering “I’m here, I’m here.” He stumbled out of the hotel coughing raggedly as he collapsed against the car breathing the night air in in desperate gulps.
Dean and Sam scrambled out of his arms and John looked down into his frightened sons eyes. “What is it?” John asked softly
“Daddy,” Dean’s voice came out as a sob “she won’t wake up, I tried waking her up but she won’t.”
Fear filled John twisting his gut as his face went as white as a sheet.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Weeks had passed on John had taken to haunting the hospital Dean a fixture beside him each day. Sam was with Jim being spoiled rotten and reassured everything was okay and that Dean and his daddy would be back soon.
The nurses often gave them food and coffee stopping in to offer them whatever comfort they could. More often than not touching John’s shoulder and ruffling Dean’s hair.
Little baby girl Winchester clung on a thread having token into too much smoke for her small lings to handle and they were now failing her.
John’s eyes were bloodshot and the only person he talked to was Dean and Jim. Guilt twisted his gut and he found himself in the chapel more than once.
One day as he sat there hands clasped eyes staring blankly at the crucifix that hung on the wall a couple entered. John glanced over at the them eyes narrowing and his hand tightened on the letter he held there that Jim had passed on from Missouri.
“Are you Mr. Winchester?” the man asked softly his voice cultured and very British. John nodded and the man shuffled nervously arm going around his wife’s waist. John’s eyes went to her, she was pretty and soft. Golden brown hair pulled back into a loose bun eyes a vivid blue. He turned back to the husband who met his eyes not backing down the cold Marine before him “The gentleman outside informed us you wished to speak with us.”
John looked back at the wife and nodded “That’s right, you and your wife are here on vacation are you not?”
The woman nodded and John continued bitterly “You have no children?”
Before the man could speak his wife did her voice soft and laced with sorrow “No we don’t. We’ve tried for years and came to see a fertility specialist, we told our friends we were on a second honeymoon. We can’t have children,” the pain thickened her accent “I cannot bear a child.”
John nodded tears pricking his eyes that he quickly wiped away. He looked over at them his voice just as thick “I have a daughter, she’s three months old, she’s sick and I don’t have the means or the time to care for her,” he paused letting that sink in before he continued “I lead a dangerous life that I have already exposed my sons to, I want to spare her.” He looked down at the letter in his hands despair washing over him “She needs a stable family that I can’t provide for her,” he looked back the couple his voice growing firm “but I believe you can.”
The man sputtered and the woman cried but in the end the papers were signed and his baby girl became Hermione Marie Granger. It wasn’t legal and they would be leaving the country the next day with their new daughter using papers Jim had forged but it was the best thing for her.
Dean held her one last time crying freely for the first time since his mother had died and John pressed a kiss to her forehead silent tears trailing down his cheek.
It was better this way, Missouri had told him it would be better this way. That his daughter would be safer and she would be happy and loved, that she belonged to the Granger’s and whatever life they would give her.
John couldn’t afford to doubt her, not on this. Not when his heart had already been torn open by the decision.