The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

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"Is this place safe?" Sam asked, seeing the way The Burrow was tilting towards one side and with all the windows jutting out and the smoke coming out of the chimney in a thick cloud.

Harry snorted. "Everyone asks that the first time they see this place. Yes, it's structurally safe due to it being rebuilt with magic. It was burnt down during the war, but when it came to rebuilding it, rather than going for something new, they made it an exact replica of what it was before."

Harry watched as Dean seemed to pale as they neared the building and Hermione clung to him, also looking pale.

"Relax, Hermione, you know they'll freak out but they'll see sense. Are you telling them you're married? Or that you're fated?"

"I haven't decided yet, I wanted to ease them into it, so we'll see how it goes before I make my decision," she replied.

They made it to the door and Harry walked straight through, and the chatter coming from inside reached their ears.

"I've got your back," Dean muttered into her ear.

"I'm going to need it," she replied. "How many weapons do you have on you?"

"Two hand guns and a silver knife, Sammy should have the same, why?"

"Just curious," she shrugged, before she took a deep breath.

She put her arm through Sam's and took Dean by the hand, dragging them into the house and closing the door behind them. Their eyes moved around the room, seeing that it was obviously used often as the furniture was well worn and mismatched, photographs lined the walls of a lot of redheads and other children and women, which they deducted were the wives and children of the sons and the only redheaded young woman who must've been the sister, and Harry's wife, judging by the fact he was with her in the photo, along with their children.

She led them to the kitchen and pushed open the door and they stepped in.

Dean's eyes widened at the amount of people in the room, that must've been magically altered to fit them all in. He recognised Harry, George and Draco, but the others he didn't, and by his count there were fourteen people sat around the table, not including the three of them and the newborn baby in the blonde woman's arms. Fear washed over him, but he reined it in when Hermione's hand squeezed his.

All eyes turned to them and he felt like a deer caught in headlights.

"Hello, everyone," she smiled, and understanding seemed to wash across the room as it remained silent and no one got up from their seats to greet Hermione. "I would like to thank you all for attending this family meeting of which I know I didn't give you much notice, but we don't have a lot of time, so we need to get on with it."

"First of all, I would like to say that I'm feeling much better and I thank you for your concern over my health, and there is no more cause for worry, I just had a bad case of the muggle flu. Now that's over, I would like to introduce to you two very important people in my life. I know Draco and Harry know who they, but for those who don't, this is Dean and Sam Winchester."

Dean nodded, whilst Sam gave them a wave and a smile, seeing as he was the friendlier of the two.

"Boys, do you think you can keep up whilst I introduce you to everyone?" Hermione asked and chuckles rang out, and they both nodded. "Right then, here we go, we have, Molly and Arthur Weasley, Bill and his wife Fleur, Charlie..."

"Claire couldn't make it, she's on the night shift," he injected apologetically.

Hermione waved him off. "Percy and his wife, Audrey, George and his wife Angelina, Ronald."