The Witch and The Hunters

EPILOGUE

Page count: 14

Eight years later...

"GLINDA!"

"I'm okay," Hermione called, reaching up to grip the backrest of the couch she'd just ducked behind, and she pulled herself up onto her feet, momentarily feeling herself go dizzy.

"Whoa," Hermione muttered, swaying on her feet slightly. The dizzy spell quickly passed and she shook her head, just in time to see the coffee table flying towards her.

Her eyes widened before she took a breath and cast a Protego Totalum, the shield appearing in front of her before the table collided with her. Loud noises echoed through the room as the coffee table fell to the floor, splintering and breaking into pieces.

Her eyes scanned her surroundings, looking for her wand which she'd dropped several minutes beforehand, but she couldn't see it. From the corner of her eye she caught the angry woman snarling at her, her fangs lengthening and venom dripping from them and onto the floor.

She lunged for Hermione who rounded to the other side of the couch, putting herself out of reach of the furious supernatural being.

With a growl, the couch was lifted from the ground and thrown at her. Hermione dropped to the floor, her hands catching her fall as the couch went straight over her head, slamming into the wall, but not before breaking the TV that had been sat on it, the screen smashing and the entire thing falling off the bracket and landing on the floor.

"HERMIONE!" Dean yelled from another room.

Hermione didn't answer, her eyes being focused on the woman slowly approaching her with a predatory look on her face. Hermione's breath came out in pants, her heart beating fast in her chest and adrenaline and fear sweeping through her.

"I'm going to enjoy killing you," the woman hissed.

Hermione didn't reply, her eyes remaining fixed on the woman and her mind going at a mile a minute, trying to figure out how to survive the situation. From the corner of her eye she saw the sun light reflecting off a bright surface and she felt a sigh of relief leave her.

Hermione waited for the right time and that came the moment the woman was about to pounce on her. She kicked out with her leg, catching the woman around the back of the knees and she tumbled to the ground, snarling and growling in her anger.

Hermione jumped to her feet as fast as she could, ignoring the sounds of gun shots, and she darted across the room, her hand going under the arm chair and removing the item from underneath by the tip of the blade. Gripping the silver knife by the handle, with a confidence that came from over a decade of being in her line of work, she threw the knife across the room. It soared through the air and time stood still as the knife, with perfect aim, firmly lodged itself in the woman's heart.

Venom dripped from her fangs as she snarled and hissed furiously, before her body suddenly crumbled apart and covered the floor as if she were made of stone. The only sound in the room was that of Hermione's heavy breathing and her hunting knife hitting against the wooden floor boards.

Hermione let out a sigh and she moved to sit on the arm chair, plopping herself down and settling into the cushions as she rested her hands against her stomach and tipped her head back.

Footsteps pulled her attention and she lifted her head to see her husband walking into the room, tucking his gun and hunting knife back into the pockets of his leather jacket. His clothing was a bit ruffled, but he was uninjured and as handsome as ever. Physically, he hadn't changed much over the last decade, if only for a few laugh lines having made an appearance and the addition of a few more scars. The changes came with his behaviour and actions. He was still the same Dean Winchester that loved hunting and taking out the supernatural, but he was the biggest softy she had ever met when it came to their children. Each one of them had him wrapped around their little fingers, and he would turn the world upside down for their children, and she loved him all the more for it.