vinniebatman

Title: I Put a Spell on You
Author: vinniebatman
Fandom: Supernatural/Harry Potter
Pairings: For this one, Sam Winchester/Hermione Granger
Rating/Warnings: This one is teen.
Disclaimer: I hired a pack of ninjas to kidnap the owners; they were threatened with hot poker torture, chainsaws, and an exorcism. I now own all. Thank you. *Doctor's Note: Patient exhibits delusions of grandeur and any claims of ownership of either Supernatural or Harry Potter are pure fantasy. No harm is meant. Seriously, it's better than her throwing rocks at people.*
A/N: Okay, so I read a couple of stories showing Sam in love with various other characters. But what if he'd fallen for them while in Stanford? How would that have changed the night of the demon's return?
All parts are HERE in my memories

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Dean turned into the building's parking lot and stopped his car. The two brother's got out of the car, their good humor dissipating.

Sam and Dean stood outside of the apartment building next to the Impala, silent.

"You’ll call me if you find him?" Sam asked; Dean nodded. "Maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?"

"Yeah, all right," Dean agreed.

Sam turned away from his brother and headed into the apartment.

"Sam!" Dean called out. Sam turned to his brother, who continued. "You know, we made a hell of a team back there."

Sam nodded. "Yeah."

The two bothers looked at each other, the silence of the night and things unsaid driving them apart. With one last look at Dean, Sam turned away and went inside.

The weekend had been jarring for him, a return to the life he'd tried to ignore for almost four years. As he entered the apartment, he could hear the water running in the shower. A note lay on the table, notifying him that there was food in the oven. Smiling, he walked over the oven and pulled out a plate. Grabbing a carrot off the dish, he popped it into his mouth before picking up his bag again and heading into the bedroom. Dropping his bag at the foot of the bed, he stared at blankets. The bed looked far too inviting after a weekend trapped in a car and sleeping on crappy motel beds. He fell onto the bed with a contented sigh, shutting his eyes as the sounds of his normal life drifted over him.

A drop of liquid fell on his forehead. Sam's brow furrowed, but didn't open his eyes until a second drop fell. He swiped at the drops with his hand, then studied his fingers. His stomach clenched as he recognized the copper scent and sticky consistency of blood. Terror gripped him as he looked up to see his girlfriend pinned to the ceiling, blood dripping from a deep cut in her stomach. Flames burst to life, circling her body and growing closer

"No!" Sam screamed his hands reaching toward her.

She smiled down at him weakly and Sam could only watch in horror as she clasped her necklace with one hand, and reached out to him with the other.

Dean kicked open the door into the burning apartment, quickly scanning the living room and kitchen for any sign of Sam, before finding him the in the bedroom, looking up at his girlfriend's body.

"Sam!" he yelled. Sam didn't look back at him, his eyes glued to the form trapped against the ceiling.

The fire grew, orange flames slowly cutting off Sam's exit. In a split second, Dean recognized the danger Sam was too consumed with panic and fear to see.

"Sam!" he yelled, running forward and grabbing Sam's arm. Sam looked at him before looking back. He couldn't see her anymore, flames covering the ceiling.

"'Mione!" Sam screamed, looking frantically at the ceiling.

Dean pulled forcefully on his brother's arm, dragging him from the apartment. Dean quickly shepherded his brother down the stairs to the parking lot. Moving to the Impala, Sam stared blankly at the asphalt as Dean looking him over for injuries.

"She's gone," Sam whispered dully.

They fell silent as sirens drew closer and more of the building was enveloped in flames.

Dean shook his head before running a hand through his hair. He turned and looked around at the crowd of people who slowly gathered. His eyes were drawn to the figures of two men in nightgowns.

"Stay here Sammy, I'll be back in a minute," he muttered, jogging toward the men.

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The combined group of family and friends, primarily compose of redheads, sat in the waiting room, nervous. But it was the guy wearing glasses that caught Dean's eyes. He quickly strode toward him, Dean's presence soon drawing the attention of most of the group.

"Hey, glasses!" he called out, his voice softer than normal since they were in a hospital.

The man in glasses frowned at Dean. "Yes?"

"You Gary?"

"Well, actually, it's Harry," he corrected, confused.

Dean shrugged. "Whatever, man."

Dean turned and jogged back down the hall. When he reached the end, he let out a piercing whistle before yelling out: "Yo, Sammy! Found 'em!"

The group watched as Sam joined Dean and the two made their way toward the seating area.

Harry frowned. "I'm sorry, but do I know you?"

Dean flashed him a wide grin. "No, but I've seen your picture." He paused before turning to face his brother. "Dude, you're gonna need some new pictures; the other ones are probably toast."

Sam nodded but didn't say anything. Everyone sat in an awkward silence for several minutes.

"I'm sorry, but what are you doing here?" a balding man asked.

Dean smirked. "Waiting. And you?"

"I'm sorry, but should you be here?" the man pressed.

"Should you?" Dean shot back.

"Well, I've known Hermione for many years...."

"Who are you?" a stocky red-head asked.

"I'm Dean, and this is my brother Sammy. He's Hermy's boy-toy," Dean answered. "And you?"

"Ron, I went to school with her."

Soon, the bald man cleared his throat pointedly. Ron's eyes widened. "Oh, sorry, these are my parents, Arthur and Molly, my brother Percy, my friend Harry, my sister Ginny, and my brothers George and Fred - they're twins," Ron said, pointing out the individuals as he spoke.

Dean's smile widened as he began to stare blankly at the wall behind Harry's head.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked.

"Oh yeah, it's that something he said brought back some good memories."

"What did I say?" Ron asked.

Dean's grin widened. "Twins. God, those chicks were hot."

"Really?" George asked, smiling.

"Don't suppose you'd care-," Fred started.

"To share the details," George finished.

"Boys!" Molly snapped.

The twins fell silent, grinning as Dean silently mouthed "later."

"Dean, will you please just shut up," Sam huffed.

"C'mon, I'm just trying to keep things relaxed, so stop being a bitch," Dean teased.

"I am not being a bitch!" Sam huffed. "I'm just - she was hurt and I'm concerned."

"Dude, I get that you love her, but take two seconds and untwist your panties. Jesus."

"Here's an idea, why don't you grow the hell up!"

"Sure, right after you grow a sense of humor."

"I have a sense of humor," Sam ground out.

"Uh, no you don't."

"Yes, I do!"

"Both of you be quiet!" Molly snapped. The brothers froze, then turned to face her.

Almost in tandem, they muttered: "Yes, Ma'am."

"Bitch," Dean muttered under his breath.

"Stop be such a jerk, jerk," Sam muttered back, kicking Dean's ankle. "I have other thinks to think about."

"I know, and that's why I'm distracting you," Dean said, kicking back.

"Oh for the love of- am I going to have to separate you two?" Molly asked.

A few moments later, the arrival of two others drew the group's attention. Sam saw them and stood up, stepping forward.

"Mr. and Mrs. Granger, hi," he said, smiling weakly.

The Grangers stopped short, puzzled.

"Sam, what are you doing here? How did you-?"

A loud crash cut off the rest of Mrs. Granger's question.

"No, I have to go!"

The group watched as Hermione stumbled out of the hospital room, clutching her abdomen with one hand while bracing herself against the wall with the other. A mediwitch followed her out.

"Miss Granger, please, you need to rest."

"No, I need to find Sam!"

Any confusion or shock on Sam's part wore off as his protective instincts kicked in. Rushing forward, he gently grabbed Hermione's elbow and led her back into her room. Hermione followed, quietly staring up at her boyfriend with her mouth agape. As Hermione lay down, the rest of the group followed, crowding in the small room. Once she was in bed, covered and comfortable, Sam sat beside her, leaning forward to press his forehead against hers.

"You're okay," he whispered. "You're okay."

"Hermione, darling, what's going on?"

Hermione looked up at her father. "I don't know. Sam, what are you doing here?"

"I don't know, Dean knew some guys at the scene, they were cops or something, and they sent us here."

Suddenly, the attention of the entire group turned toward Dean.

Dean grinned.

"Yeah, they're Auroras, wizard cops. A couple years back, Dad and I were hunting a some werewolf gone crazy, but so were these two witches. Anyways, we got there just as they were waving their wands around. They started freaking out, talking about wiping our memory, at which point I said I'd kill 'em and then salt and burn their remains if they pointed their sticks at me. Which was apparently the right thing to say because there's some provision in the American laws about hunters being exempt from the regular rules or something. I dunno," he explained, finishing with a relaxed shrug. "Anyways, there were two guys in nightgowns at the building, and guys in nightgowns aren't exactly common in America, not even in the Bay Area."

"But what happened to you, Hermione?" Percy asked.

"I don't know. I'd just gotten out of the shower and this man was just standing there, grinning. I couldn't get to my wand fast enough, and then he started levitating me toward the ceiling. He started to cut me open, and then... his eyes, they flashed yellow," she explained in a whisper. "Then Sam came in, so the man raised his finger to his lips to shush me, and then he turned the shower on, which struck me as odd. Sam laid down on the bed and then I started bleeding. It fell on him, and that was when he saw me. He looked so terrified. Then the fire started, and Sam...," she trailed off, crying softly.

"That was when Hermione activated her port key, which took her to our home," Mr. Weasley finished. "We immediately brought her here."

Dean and Sam looked at each other. Sam stood and moved away from Hermione, his shoulder's hunched.

"It's my fault," he muttered. "It's because of me."

"Don't say that Sammy; it's his fault, not yours," Dean said.

"How could it be your fault?" Harry asked.

Dean and Sam looked at each other for several seconds.

"It's up to you, Sam," Dean said.

Sam roughly ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. "It was a demon. When I was a baby, it killed my Mom, the same way it tried to kill you. I should have warned you."

"You couldn't have known what would happen, Sam," Dean said.

"No, I did know! I... saw it in my dreams. But I thought it was just a dream."

"You dreamt it?" Molly asked.

Sam dragged his hands down his face. "Yeah, I saw it happen."

"Have you ever had prophetic dreams before?" Hemione asked.

"No."

Harry spoke next. "Is is possible the demon marked you somehow?"

Sam frowned. "Uh, I dunno; maybe. I mean, the demon goes after two people I care about? But it's been over twenty years."

"Has the demon been active all this time?" she asked, a frown marring her brow as she considered the problem.

"Our Dad's been hunting the demon since our Mom died, but it's been quiet for a long time," Dean added.

"So maybe the demon marked you somehow, and once the demon became active again, it triggered whatever ability you may have," Hermione concluded.

The group fell silent, considering the information.

"We should go, Sammy," Dean said.

Sam looked at Hermione, his eyes filled with longing and regret as he nodded.

"Wait, Sam, where are you going?" Hermione asked, reaching for him.

"Away. He tried to kill you, I can't let you get hurt."

"Sam, he won't be able to hurt me-."

"No, I won't let him hurt you, I can't lose you," Sam said roughly. "If he's going after people I care about, I need to leave."

"Now listen here," Mr. Weasley said, stepping forward. "We may not know about phellytones or teevees or V.D. players, but we know about monsters, including demons."

"Yeah, there's a reason that not a single witch or wizard has been possessed in over 500 years," Ginny added.

"Really?" Dean asked. "That's kind of awesome."

"But the demon, it wants me," Sam said.

"No offense, but that's not the scariest thing we've faced," Harry said. "I mean, yes, it is a demon. But we dealt with the most evil wizard in recent times, perhaps all time. He killed my parents when I was a baby and tried to kill me. It didn't work and I ended up connected to him and could sometimes tell what happened to him, and he could even get into my mind from time to time. But his followers in the hundreds, and they were everywhere, torturing and killing people. Compared to hundreds of psychotic and magically proficient wizards and witches, one demon doesn't sound that scary," Harry said, shrugging.

"We can help, Sam," Hermione said.

"Yes, I have contacts at the Ministry of Magic who can help us get some information. It's possible there may have even been a prophecy, which we would have," Arthur offered.

"Yeah, and I'm an Auror. I'm pretty sure we've got a department dealing only with demonic activities," Harry odded.

Sam was quiet for a minute. "We need to get a hold of my Dad. He knows just about everything about the demon," he finally said.

"So we've got a plan?" Dean asked. "Excellent. Now, do I still get to use a gun?"

"You have a gun?" Fred asked.

George grinned. "Can we see it?"

"Maybe; what do you have to barter with?" Dean countered.

Fred and George grinned wider, then spoke as one.

"Our very own joke shop."

Dean grinned, his smile matching that of the twins. "Boys, I think this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship."