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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first story in both the Harry Potter and the Supernatural fandom, so be nice. I tried to do my research so canon things would remain canon, so I hope I do this justice. The story is complete, and I will be posting twice a week, as I get chapters back from my wonderful beta, chiisai-kitty, who is so gracious for helping me out. Without further ado, here's the story!
Hermione Granger looked around her room at Number 12 Grimmauld Place and sighed. All of her things were shrunk and placed into a small suitcase. The room looked bare. The minimal effort it took to pack up her miniscule amount of possessions, wore her out. She moved to her neatly made bed and sat, reminiscing about the events that brought her to this point.
It was six months after the end of the war, and she was feeling as if her life had hit a wall. She was living with her best friend, Harry Potter, and spent most of her days holed up in her room. She came out only to eat, and to help with the rebuilding efforts at Hogwarts.
After the war, Hermione went immediately to Australia to try and fix her parents memories. When she found them, she learned that the skills she currently had were not enough. She would need to learn advanced memory spells in order to reverse the work she had done. She returned to England, returned to Ron, whom she was just starting to date, and to Harry. The three of them moved into Grimmauld, since Harry had inherited it from Sirius. During the day, the three would return to Hogwarts and help with the rebuilding effort; at night, they would sleep in the same room, unable to sleep separately after months of sharing a small space while on the run. Together, they would find that the nightmares weren't too bad.
Eventually, the rebuilding effort began to wind down, and McGonagall began discussing the idea of the trio returning for an eighth year at Hogwarts. Harry and Ron refused—they already were admitted into the Auror training program, and were set to start with the training as soon as they were done with the restoration of Hogwarts. Their answer wasn't too surprising; everyone expected them to become Aurors. What did come as a surprise was Hermione's decision to turn down the offer.
"Hermione," Ron said as they sat down to supper the night they sent back their replies. "You refused? I thought you of all people would want to finish your education."
Hermione looked down at her food, pushing it around the plate. "I do, but I can't go back there."
"What do you mean? You've been there every day for the last six months, helping rebuild," Harry said.
"And that was pure torture," Hermione replied.
"Mione, are you okay?" Ron asked, putting down his fork.
Hermione looked up, tears in her eyes. "I'm really not."
"Why haven't you said anything before?" Harry asked.
"When have I had the chance? Ever since the final battle, we've been so busy. I've been to Australia. I've been helping rebuild Hogwarts. I haven't had a chance to breathe, let alone think about what I want to do."
"Why don't you go, finish up your schooling, and then see what happens from there," Ron said, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Don't you understand," Hermione said. "I can't go back there, and just act like everything is okay. Everything is not okay. Our friends died there. How can I walk down those halls and not see where they fell?" She stood up, her hands trembling. She clenched her hands into fists to try and still them. "I think...I think I need to get away for a while."
"Like a holiday?" Ron asked. "We can go on holiday. Wherever you want to go, Mione, just tell me, and we can get away for a little bit before I have to return for Auror training."
Hermione closed her eyes. "I don't mean for a holiday, Ron. I mean I need to get away permanently."
"Where?" Harry asked, swallowing hard against his emotions.
"I was thinking America," Hermione said.
"America?" Ron said. "That's so far away. What about us? What about our relationship?"
Hermione felt a tear slip through her eyelids. She held her trembling hands up to her mouth to stifle a sob.
"Hermione, are you okay?" Harry asked, noticing the tremor.
"Ron, I love you, you know that. But I think some time apart would be best. Just until I can stand to walk through the streets of London and not be reminded of, well, everything." Hermione said, ignoring Harry's question.
She opened her eyes, and not being able to look at Ron or Harry's faces, she picked up her dinner plate, and turned to return it to the kitchen for Kreacher to clean up. However, she didn't make it that far. The tremor in her hands had become worse, causing her to lose the grip on the plate. The plate crashed to the ground, breaking into dozens of pieces. Hermione let out a surprised yelp, before the tremors moved through her whole body, causing her to crash to the ground.
"Mione!" she heard the boys cry out, as everything went black.
After effects of being under the Cruciatus curse for an extended amount of time. No permanent cure. If she was lucky, they would fade as time wore on. Just another reminder of the torture she went through at Malfoy Manor. St. Mungos encouraged her to get rest, and to take a Calming Draught if she ever felt stressed, since stress and over emotion were what triggered the episodes. The torture under Bellatrix was just a gift that just kept on giving. As she redressed out of the hospital gown she looked at her left arm, and the scar left there from Bellatrix's cursed knife. No matter what she or the St. Mungos staff did, that scar was going nowhere. She pulled on her long sleeved shirt, making sure the sleeves reached all the way to her wrists before sitting down to put on her trainers.
She finished redressing and walked into the hall where Ron and Harry were standing, waiting for her. She walked right past them. They spent the night trying to convince her that leaving now would be a mistake. Who would take care of her in America? She didn't have any friends or family there. Here, she would have people to care for her.
What if you have another episode like you did tonight, and no one was there to find you?" Ron had pleaded.
Nothing would change her mind. If anything the episode just solidified her decision. She needed to leave England for a while. Just to recharge her batteries, and focus on herself.
"I'll probably only be gone a year or so," Hermione told Ron and Harry as they sat in her room and watched her pack. "Maybe four at the most. I want go to University, and the magical university in Salem is supposed to have amazing programs in both potions and memory charms. I'll be back after I finish my degree. I just need to get away from all the bad memories, and figure out how to keep my condition under control with so many triggers around."
Hermione stood up from her bed and turned to Harry and Ron. She gave them each a hug and a kiss, and then apparated to Heathrow Airport. She didn't start crying until she was halfway across the Atlantic Ocean.
SEVEN YEARS LATER
Hermione shut her front door and locked it before walking down the street of the small town in Massachusetts where she now lived. Two weeks before, she not only finished her magical degree in potions and memory charms at the University of Salem, but she also finished her muggle degree in Chemistry and Education at Salem State University. It had taken a little longer than normal, since she was trying to get dual degrees in both worlds, plus she had to make up for her missing year, and study for and take the muggle GED test, but she had finally finished. Near the end of her program, she interviewed for a position at a nearby school, and before graduation, she found out she had received it. She was now the chemistry teacher at Salem High School. As she was going through University, she found that if she mostly stayed in the muggle world, her episodes would stay away. She found herself relaxing, and not flinching every time someone drew a wand.
She had only been back to England a handful of times since moving to America. Once for the one year celebration to the end of Voldemort, so she could receive her Ministry award and reparations, and every year at Christmas time. Every time she went back, she told everyone she would return, permanently, after she finished her degrees. The hope in Ron's eyes always remained. The two were still dating, exchanging weekly letters and floo calls to keep up their relationship. It really surprised Hermione the level of dedication Ron had to the relationship, especially when it was long distance. They made up for any lost time during her two week long stays during the holidays. They spent most of those two days holed up in Ron's room at Grimmauld, coming out to get nourishment before returning to the bed.
Hermione's stomach flip flopped as she made her way to wizarding Salem, to long distance post some mail. She looked at the letters in her hands and tried to quell her nerves. She was informing the boys that she was going to stay permanently in America. Her letter to Ron included a proposal that he come and join her, and that they change their long distance relationship into a no distance relationship. She was ready to take their relationship to the next level, maybe even marriage, but she wasn't ready to return to England. She had made a home here, and found that during her short trips home, her stress and anxiety level skyrocketed, and her tremors would return. During her visit for the anniversary ball and ceremony, she had another episode—the only other episode—like the one she had the night she told Ron and Harry she was leaving. She came to the conclusion it was better for her health that she stayed in America. She hoped Ron and Harry would come to understand.
She posted her letters and then leisurely began her walk back to the small cottage she owned. The wonderful thing about living in Salem was you could walk anywhere. She moved through the streets, window shopping, trying to think about what she would do with her free time that summer, since she didn't have classes anymore, nor did she have to start working for a couple months.
She was standing in front of a store, looking longingly at a sundress she just knew she would never wear, when she felt someone tap her on her shoulder. She turned to see a man with dark hair dressed impeccably in a suit and tie. He gave her smile once he knew he had her attention.
"Excuse me, miss," he said, while reaching inside of his suit, pulling a badge out. "I'm Agent Winwood with the FBI, and I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions."
Hermione eyed his badge. It looked legitimate, but she really didn't know too much about muggle law enforcement in America to spot a fake badge. "Um, sure. What would you like to know?"
Agent Winwood looked taken aback. "I'm sorry, are you a tourist? Because if you're not a regular resident of this town, I don't think you can help me."
Hermione smiled. "I'm local, actually. I've lived here for seven years now. What can I do to help you?"
The agent smiled. "Well, ma'am, I was just wondering if you've noticed anything weird happening around here lately?"
Hermione raised her eyebrow. "Define weird? Because Mr. Mahoney, the homeless man who frequents the local cafe can do quite a few things that can be considered 'weird'."
Winwood smirked. "I'm thinking more along the lines of people acting out of character, a rash of unexplainable acts, that sort of thing."
Hermione thought for a second. "I've not noticed anything. I'm really sorry. I wish I could be of some help. Should I be concerned for my safety?"
Winwood shook his head. "No ma'am, but if you come across anything that you think would be of any benefit. If you remember something, please don't hesitate to call." The agent handed her a business card with his name and number on it.
"I will make sure and do that," she looked down at the card. "Agent Dean Winwood."
Dean smiled. "You can just call me Dean. And feel free to give me a call even if you don't see anything weird. You know, just in case you want to grab coffee or a drink..."
Hermione smiled and looked into his sparkling green eyes. "Well, Dean, I hate to break it to you, but I have a boyfriend, so I won't be taking you up on that offer. I will, however, give you a call if I spot any weird happenings around town."
"Fair enough, I'm sure I'll see you around, Miss..."
"Granger. Hermione Granger."
"Hermione. Nice name. See you around, Hermione."
Dean smiled at her one last time before heading down the sidewalk, leaving Hermione standing on the sidewalk holding his card.
Three days later found Hermione smiling as she sat down in the small diner she often frequented on Sunday mornings. It seemed everywhere she ended up the last three days, Agent Dean Winwood was there as well. This morning as she walked into the diner, she noticed him sitting in a booth in the back of the restaurant. Making notes on a piece of paper and eating on a large plate of waffles. Hermione almost groaned when she noticed the only available booth was one in front of the one he was currently occupying.
As she situated herself into the booth, and waited for the waitress, she couldn't help to observe Agent Winwood while he was otherwise occupied. He really was a handsome man, and they appeared to be about the same age. He must be really smart to have already made it so far in the FBI at such a young age. As she opened her copy of the local newspaper she had to wonder if the FBI were similar at all to Aurors. Because Ron and Harry were both well respected Aurors and they were on the young side. Granted, they were rookies, and they were offered their spots in the program without the requisite education because of their role in the war, but they were still good at their jobs.
The thoughts of Ron and Harry led her to frown. Three days and still no response from Ron. He was usually pretty good at responding to her letters pretty regularly, and if she addressed something serious, she would hear from him almost immediately via the floo. Her stomach twisted at the thought that whenever he got around to responding to her, she would not like the answer. She felt her hands begin to tremble at the possibility her relationship could be heading toward its end. She quickly shut the paper, closed her eyes and began her breathing exercises. She did not need her first major episode in years to happen in the middle of a muggle restaurant. She began to calm herself, and the tremors began to taper off. She just would have to not think about any possibilities of negative things happening. She shouldn't assume the worst anyways. Ron could just be busy on a mission. They were always sending him and Harry on the missions that no one else wanted, and they usually took a while to wrap up. And when Ron was on a mission, he usually took longer to respond.
Hermione jumped as someone touched her shoulder. She opened her eyes, expecting it to be the waitress ready to take her order, but instead found Mr. Mahoney standing by her table.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Mahoney. I don't have any spare change today. Would you like me to buy you breakfast?" Hermione said, smiling sweetly at the middle aged man.
Mr. Mahoney didn't say anything. He just stood there staring at her.
Hermione frowned. "Mr. Mahoney? Is everything okay?"
Mr. Mahoney reached out and grabbed Hermione by the arm, pulling her out of the booth. He didn't say a word as Hermione began to struggle, he just started dragging her toward the entrance of the diner.
Hermione panicked. She could use her magic to get free, but not only did she not have easy access to her wand, she didn't want to get in trouble with the Statute of Secrecy. She then remembered the agent sitting in the restaurant. She would just have to suck it up, and not be her own hero for once.
"Help, someone please!" she shouted.
Mr. Mahoney's grip tightened painfully on her arm. For such a scrawny, underfed guy, he sure had a strong grip. It was almost inhuman. She could feel his fingers leaving permanent indentations on her arm. She was never so happy that she wore long sleeves, or else this would probably be hurting even more. She tried to dig her heels into the floor, but the floor was laminate and her flip flops didn't have very much traction to begin with, so she just slid along the floor toward the exit. Was it her, or were they also moving at an inhuman speed? She heard the ding of the door opening, and the warm air hitting her in the face. Where was that agent?
Just as she was trying to maneuver her free arm so she could reach her wand in the opposite pocket, she felt herself come to a stop. She looked over at Mr. Mahoney. He seemed to just stop without any force. She looked around and saw the Agent standing behind her. Mr. Mahoney whipped them around, so they could face Agent Winwood. She glanced up at Mr. Mahoney, and noticed his eyes flicker to black.
"How do you know me?" The agent responded.
"Everyone knows you. Just as we all know your father."
"Let go of the girl."
"Now where would be the fun in that?"
"I don't think I was making myself clear enough," the agent said, pulling out a gun from his holster. "Give me the girl."
Hermione started to panic, she did not want to be caught in the crossfire. She began trying in earnest to get to her wand.
Mr. Mahoney laughed. "Let this be a warning to you, Mr. Winchester. Stay out of the way, stop hunting us, and we'll stop trying to hurt the people you care about."
Before Dean could respond, Mr. Mahoney threw his head back and black smoke billowed out of his mouth before flying through the sky. Mr. Mahoney's grip loosened as he fell to the ground, unconscious. Hermione stood there on the sidewalk, staring, her eyes moving between Dean and Mr. Mahoney.
"What the hell?" she said, slack jawed.
"Son of a bitch," Dean muttered, holstering his gun.
"What is going on?" Hermione said. Her head was spinning, her arm ached, and her tremors were starting to come back tenfold.
"Do you have somewhere we can go to talk, that's not in the middle of the sidewalk?" he asked, running a hand through his hair.
Hermione nodded, turning in the direction of her cottage. Her tremors were bad, and it was hard to walk, but she needed to get home. She needed to find out what was going on in her town, and who this man was, because one thing was for sure, he was no FBI agent.
They made it about half way up her driveway before it happened. The tremors she was trying so hard to stave off since her abduction attempt wouldn't be held at bay anymore. She felt her legs begin to shake beneath her. She paused, bending down to place her hands on her knees to catch her balance.
"Hermione?" Dean asked, stopping behind her.
"I think I need help to make it in," she said, before collapsing to the ground, everything going black.
What'd you think? Please review and let me know, like I said, I'm new to writing for both fandoms. Next update will be Tuesday or Wednesday!