The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

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"So, did you get into their lockers?" Hermione asked, as she and Dean sat around the table in their room and Sam joined them for breakfast of which was cereal and coffee from Tupper once again.

"Yes, I was able to get into them all, but before I could look through them, the other janitor would suddenly show up."

They sniggered at his annoyed facial expression.

"We haven't really learned anything new either, hopefully we'll have better luck today. Now, give me your arm so I can start to infuse my magic into the runes, I'll do some now and the rest later tonight," she said.

Dean watched Sam's reaction and he frowned slightly when he saw that Sam looked curious, but otherwise unaffected, when he had felt flames licking at him. That was strange.

She spent fifteen minutes doing her task and she took an Invigoration Draught afterwards.

"Didn't you say you wanted to test they worked?" Dean said.

"Yes, it'll have to be on you since Sam's aren't yet completed."

She had expected him to refuse and glare and curse, instead he merely shrugged and stood up, walking to the middle of the room. She shared a look of surprise with Sam before she stood up and levelled her wand at him.

"Rictumsempra," she whispered, the purple light headed straight for Dean and she shrieked in surprise and ducked, as it rebounded away from him and flew back in her direction, hitting against the wall.

"What was that meant to do?" He asked.

She slowly stood looking at Dean strangely before turning and casting the same jinx on an unsuspecting Sam. He burst out laughing, wriggling in his seat and gripping his sides.

"S-s-stop... it..... tick-l-les," he managed to get out through his laughter.

She released the jinx and turned to Dean. "Tickling Jinx," she shrugged.

"You have a spell to tickle people?" He said amused.

"Yes, like I told you, not all wizarding folk are monsters, and dark magic isn't the only form to exist. Diffindo," she said suddenly and the charm rebounded once more, she had to step aside so she wouldn't get hit.

"And that one?"

"That spell would've placed a small cut on you. These are only minor forms of magic, ones first years learn."

"So why do you look surprised your tattoo worked?" Sam asked confused.

"They're working too well," she told them, sitting down in her chair. "Normally protection runes work by reducing the chances of you being injured or trying to reduce the injury if you are hit with a spell. Dean was protected entirely from both of my spells, which isn't normal. He should've still felt the Tickling Jinx, but in milder form to you, and the Diffindo still should've cut him since I put a lot of force behind it. Instead they rebounded and headed for me, as if he'd been shielded from them by a Protego."

"And that shouldn't happen?" Dean frowned.

"No, it really shouldn't of," she said as she and Dean shared a look, yet another factor to consider in their strange relationship.

"Will it do the same for me?" Sam asked. "I've read about how powerful of a witch you are, so maybe that's why your tattoo protected him the way it did," Sam shrugged.

"It's possible, we won't know if it's the same for you until I've finished infusing my magic into the ink, which we'll do tonight. And just because I am said to be one of the most powerful witches to exist, doesn't mean I actually am. Due to my past, achievements and fame, people tend to over exaggerate my abilities and power."