Fic: The Family Business (3/?)
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 3 Players in Place
“Please I just need to….”
“Sorry you’re going to have to wait in line.” The tired looking brunette behind the counter said offhandedly her eyes not even bothering to look up from where they were locked on the screen in front of her.
The noise was deafening people were talking and shouting and children where crying. Hermione was practically shouting as she tried to get the woman’s attention a large back pack laying on her shoulders and the handle to her trunk gripped tightly in one hand the other holding the cat carrier. Her hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail and her shoulder’s sagged in exhaustion. “I just to need to know how to get to Lawrence, Kansas.” She pleaded desperately.
The woman looked up briefly before turning back to her screen face impassive “I suggest you find a bus.” Her tone was dismissive.
Hermione was close to tears. She was tired and hungry and scared. She turned away from the woman dragging her trunk outside the muscles in her arm screaming. She made her way to a payphone and her hand hovered over the device the urge to call someone, to call Ron, nearly overwhelming.
The day before she had left a pureblooded wizarding family had been killed, the dark mark found over their house by their 13 year old son who had snuck to Diagon Alley. They had been friends of the Wesley’s, the mother worked with Ron’s father and that’s why they had been killed.
Hermione thought that if she got far enough away from the war that it wouldn’t touch her. That it wouldn’t touch her child. She wouldn’t be able to fight as the months got along and she would have made Ron and Harry vulnerable.
Because if she had to choose she would make the same choice Harry’s mother had made, she would give up everything, even her life for the sake of her child.
She had to find her father, the father that had protected her. She didn’t want to do this alone.
Her hand moved away from the phone and her eyes scanned the area looking for a bus station. She had to get to Lawrence, Kansas and find out what had happened to John Winchester and if anyone knew where she could find him.
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“We’re here,” a young woman leaned over to whisper in the ear of the man beside her. He groaned his eyes blinking open warily as he looked around straightening up in the seat. His eyes met hers and she grinned “Well hello sleepy head.”
She was still leaning over him and he took that opportunity to press a quick kiss to her mouth telling her as they drew apart “Okay, I’ll wait in the car.”
She glared at him “Oh no you won’t, we did not drive all the way from Cleveland so you could wait in the car.”
He gave her a quick grin “Well we could have taken the jet but someone wanted to have a road trip.”
Dawn Summers pouted settling back in her seat crossing her arms and muttered “I thought it would be fun.”
Connor O’Reily being the devoted boyfriend that he was panicked reassuring her quickly “It was fun, I had fun.” He looked around desperately “well lets go, we have a psychic to see don’t we?”
She grinned pressing a quick kiss to his jaw her face radiant “Thank you.” And she hopped out of the car.
Connor groaned closing his eyes briefly then followed closing the door to the brand new baby blue Mercedes a little harder than necessary. He walked over to where Dawn was waiting impatiently and intertwined his fingers in hers not resisting as she pulled him to the front door of the establishment they had been sent to.
Dawn was now officially a Watcher having graduated High School and trained under Giles since the new Council had been set up. Connor had taken up the position shortly after he had dropped off some messages from his father and Spike at the Cleveland base. He had stayed, met Dawn and had started a new life.
When the coven that Willow had kept in contact with had told them that something big was coming and that a psychic in a Kansas town might have some answers Dawn had volunteered to check out and Connor had been dragged along by Dawn’s enthusiasm.
They entered the house and Connor kept a firm grip on Dawn’s hand looking around at the place suspiciously. He had never trusted magic or the things he couldn’t fight. His experience with these things had always been bad and had always ended horribly.
“Well aren’t you a lovely couple,” a warm voice said softly and Connor turned to see the shorter black woman a smile lighting her face. She was heavyset and looked too inviting to be dangerous but Connor was wise enough to not trust appearances. Everyone could be dangerous.
Her eyes locked with Connor’s and her smile was knowing “Well you’re a suspicious one, don’t just stand there take a seat.”
Dawn pulled Connor along and they settled on a couch Dawn relaxing against the cushions and Connor sat at the edge ready to spring up at a moments notice.
She sat down across from them her eyes studying them each in turn. “Now why don’t you tell me why you are here?”
“You’re the psychic,” Connor bit out “why don’t you tell us.”
Dawn hit upside the head and he turned to glare at her only to receive a resolve face that could have rivaled Willows.
“I’m sorry for that, he’s an idiot sometimes.” Dawn told the psychic softly.
Missouri Mosley gave the young woman in front of her a small smile “That’s alright child, he was reasons not to trust my abilities.” She looked over at Connor and reached for his hand. He tensed but didn’t pull away fighting the urge to lash out. “I’m sorry for your father, he was a great man and you are more like him than you know, he would be proud of you.” She let go of Connor’s hand and he nodded his throat tight.
Missouri turned back to Dawn “I do know why you are here, but it’s not for me,” as if it was planned there was a knock on the door and the psychic smiled sadly standing “it’s for her.” They watched as she went to answer the door.
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 3 Players in Place
“Please I just need to….”
“Sorry you’re going to have to wait in line.” The tired looking brunette behind the counter said offhandedly her eyes not even bothering to look up from where they were locked on the screen in front of her.
The noise was deafening people were talking and shouting and children where crying. Hermione was practically shouting as she tried to get the woman’s attention a large back pack laying on her shoulders and the handle to her trunk gripped tightly in one hand the other holding the cat carrier. Her hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail and her shoulder’s sagged in exhaustion. “I just to need to know how to get to Lawrence, Kansas.” She pleaded desperately.
The woman looked up briefly before turning back to her screen face impassive “I suggest you find a bus.” Her tone was dismissive.
Hermione was close to tears. She was tired and hungry and scared. She turned away from the woman dragging her trunk outside the muscles in her arm screaming. She made her way to a payphone and her hand hovered over the device the urge to call someone, to call Ron, nearly overwhelming.
The day before she had left a pureblooded wizarding family had been killed, the dark mark found over their house by their 13 year old son who had snuck to Diagon Alley. They had been friends of the Wesley’s, the mother worked with Ron’s father and that’s why they had been killed.
Hermione thought that if she got far enough away from the war that it wouldn’t touch her. That it wouldn’t touch her child. She wouldn’t be able to fight as the months got along and she would have made Ron and Harry vulnerable.
Because if she had to choose she would make the same choice Harry’s mother had made, she would give up everything, even her life for the sake of her child.
She had to find her father, the father that had protected her. She didn’t want to do this alone.
Her hand moved away from the phone and her eyes scanned the area looking for a bus station. She had to get to Lawrence, Kansas and find out what had happened to John Winchester and if anyone knew where she could find him.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“We’re here,” a young woman leaned over to whisper in the ear of the man beside her. He groaned his eyes blinking open warily as he looked around straightening up in the seat. His eyes met hers and she grinned “Well hello sleepy head.”
She was still leaning over him and he took that opportunity to press a quick kiss to her mouth telling her as they drew apart “Okay, I’ll wait in the car.”
She glared at him “Oh no you won’t, we did not drive all the way from Cleveland so you could wait in the car.”
He gave her a quick grin “Well we could have taken the jet but someone wanted to have a road trip.”
Dawn Summers pouted settling back in her seat crossing her arms and muttered “I thought it would be fun.”
Connor O’Reily being the devoted boyfriend that he was panicked reassuring her quickly “It was fun, I had fun.” He looked around desperately “well lets go, we have a psychic to see don’t we?”
She grinned pressing a quick kiss to his jaw her face radiant “Thank you.” And she hopped out of the car.
Connor groaned closing his eyes briefly then followed closing the door to the brand new baby blue Mercedes a little harder than necessary. He walked over to where Dawn was waiting impatiently and intertwined his fingers in hers not resisting as she pulled him to the front door of the establishment they had been sent to.
Dawn was now officially a Watcher having graduated High School and trained under Giles since the new Council had been set up. Connor had taken up the position shortly after he had dropped off some messages from his father and Spike at the Cleveland base. He had stayed, met Dawn and had started a new life.
When the coven that Willow had kept in contact with had told them that something big was coming and that a psychic in a Kansas town might have some answers Dawn had volunteered to check out and Connor had been dragged along by Dawn’s enthusiasm.
They entered the house and Connor kept a firm grip on Dawn’s hand looking around at the place suspiciously. He had never trusted magic or the things he couldn’t fight. His experience with these things had always been bad and had always ended horribly.
“Well aren’t you a lovely couple,” a warm voice said softly and Connor turned to see the shorter black woman a smile lighting her face. She was heavyset and looked too inviting to be dangerous but Connor was wise enough to not trust appearances. Everyone could be dangerous.
Her eyes locked with Connor’s and her smile was knowing “Well you’re a suspicious one, don’t just stand there take a seat.”
Dawn pulled Connor along and they settled on a couch Dawn relaxing against the cushions and Connor sat at the edge ready to spring up at a moments notice.
She sat down across from them her eyes studying them each in turn. “Now why don’t you tell me why you are here?”
“You’re the psychic,” Connor bit out “why don’t you tell us.”
Dawn hit upside the head and he turned to glare at her only to receive a resolve face that could have rivaled Willows.
“I’m sorry for that, he’s an idiot sometimes.” Dawn told the psychic softly.
Missouri Mosley gave the young woman in front of her a small smile “That’s alright child, he was reasons not to trust my abilities.” She looked over at Connor and reached for his hand. He tensed but didn’t pull away fighting the urge to lash out. “I’m sorry for your father, he was a great man and you are more like him than you know, he would be proud of you.” She let go of Connor’s hand and he nodded his throat tight.
Missouri turned back to Dawn “I do know why you are here, but it’s not for me,” as if it was planned there was a knock on the door and the psychic smiled sadly standing “it’s for her.” They watched as she went to answer the door.