Alright. This was an idea just swimming around in my head and I thought I'd share. I don't want to give away anything. So, I'll just say that this is a tragically broken Hermione becoming a key piece in the Winchester family. You will laugh, you will be distressed, you will be frustrated, but I promise it's a good story! So, read and make sure to Review. ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Supernatural! (I will not repeat this because the fact it blaringly obvious)

Chapter 1

Hermione was not alright. After the war had been lost, Hermione had been captured. Used as a chew toy for the Death Eaters. She was tortured mentally and physically for those two years. She learned that patience was key. All she needed to do was wait for opportunities to make life better. She worked on wandless magic as well as she could in chains. It took time. She also taught herself mind arts. It took her one whole year to make a mindscape, lock her memories away and protect them. The learning took time. Hermione never thought she would get free, but the magical world began to collapse. They had less guards to watch her and that meant more opportunities to escape. At first, her mind told her it was hopeless. She had been blocked from using major magic and she was always restraint.

The guards came to taunt her one night and she sneakily summoned a small blade from his belt. The idiot didn't even notice. That began her escape plan. In school, she had taken an interest in ancient runes. She knew of some pretty powerful ones. So, she schemed. Hermione began to slowly carve runes into her skin. It was painful, but she was used to the pain. She carved rows of runes into her arms and legs for two days. She even managed to use magic to get some ruins on her back, She lost a lot of blood, but it was a price she was willing to pay.

When she was finally taken out of her cell for "play time," she put her plan into action. She was tortured in ten different ways, just for the hell of it. Finally, once she absorbed enough of that cursed magic sent her way, she began to chant.

She chanted the words she had been practicing over and over, "Rigidum meum infernum. Áuferant eam. Rigidum meum simul. Áuferant eam. Delere horror. Áuferant eam!" The runes she had carved into her skin glowed bright white light. With one last chant, she was gone. It was extremely painful. All she heard were outraged and confused screams. She didn't quite pay attention to that fact as she was hurled through time and space.

It clattered her mind up a bit. Well, it clattered everything up a bit. She landed like a meteor crashing into the earth. It hurt, but didn't kill. Hermione was then sure that every bone in her body was broken at least six times over. She laid there, still conscious somehow. She was found though. Eventually, she was found.

It looked to be two hunters. The helped her bleeding stop in some places, but couldn't help in other places. They yelled and swore a lot. Saying that she shouldn't even be alive. They called over some friends and they lifted her carefully to a truck and quickly drove her to the nearest hospital.

They arrived in a panic and she was just in searing pain. Everything hurt. Absolutely everything. When she was taken in on a stretcher, even the doctors looked sick at the sight of her. Most of them were amazed that she was still conscious. They put her under and off to surgery she went. She was in surgery for hours and the hunters that took her to the hospital told them what had happened. Later on, she would find that they were a kindly couple named Sue and Henry. They visited her when she was recovering.

In total, her injuries consisted of almost every bone in her body having been broken. She had to have a blood transfusion due to the extreme amount of blood loss. She had gashes galore and to add to everything else, her head had been cracked open. There was also the details of internal bleeding, some organ failure and oh yes, diagnosis of severe mental issues.

In the first week of recovery, she wasn't awake. Her vitals were fine and she was stable, but her malnourished form was extremely concerning. She awoke on the second week and as soon as she awoke, they could tell something was wrong with her psychological state. She had nightmares, hallucinations, fits of rage, as well as staring at nothing for hours. There were moments when she was completely sane, but even then her words were barmy. She spoke of things that they didn't have a clue as to what they were and it was concerning. After a while, she didn't need the IV any more. That was progress.

It was a long while later when some of her stitches were taken out, but she still had much healing to go. She had a hallucination that really wasn't a hallucination. In the middle of the night when she should have been sleeping, a flutter was heard in the corner of the room. It was like giant eagle wings slapping the wind. When Hermione looked into the corner, she saw something that would change things. There stood a man, dressed formally. He wore a tan trench coat and a nice suit underneath. His slacks were wrinkle free and his blue tie was perfectly placed. His eyes were an icey blue that could chill your very soul. His black hair had a wave to it. He looked strong. Stood strong. The thing she noticed the most, the wings. They were large and absolutely stunning in her eyes. They looked to be stained black. Obviously not their original color with the marks on them.

The man walked over to her and he tilted his head. She tilted her right back. His wings ruffled slightly as he muttered, "Interesting."

She instantly replied, "Interesting how?" He looked at her startled, but she didn't seem to notice. Hermione was too busy staring at his wings.

She breathed out, "Beautiful." The man looked at her confused and as if remembering something, he nodded.

"My name is Castiel and I am an Angel if the Lord."

Hermione sat up straight, not confused about him being an angel, and said in the same tone, "My name is Hermione and I am a Witch of London."

The two stared at eachother until Castiel stated to her, "I was sent to watch over you."

Hermione nodded, looking around the room dazedly. "Mmmhmmm." She looked at him again and smiled in an almost knowing way.

"Curiosity, Castiel. Curiosity." The Angel had no clue as to what she was saying, but he took it anyways. Before anything else could happen, he disappeared with a flapping of his wings.

Hermione stared at that spot for a while and just thought about everything she knew about Angels. She found that her knowledge wasn't that extensive on the subject. So, when morning arrived, her nurse came in and Hermione asked her, "Can I have a bible?" The nurse looked a bit startled to be honest.

She eventually smiled and asked, "May I ask why?" Hermione looked away from the nurse and looked to where Castiel was standing the other night.

"Because my angel came to visit and I want to know more about him." The nurse sighed and went off to ask for a bible for her. It seemed like no matter what happened to her, some things would always be the same. Like, her love of research.

When Hermione was given her bible, she dove into reading it. She eventually started taking notes just to understand it better and learned many things of angels, heaven, hell and all that. So far, her favorite section would have to be Exodus. She didn't know why. Just that it always caught her interest.

The doctors told her that she was getting better, but for the remainder of her recovery, they were sending her somewhere. Someplace called Glenwood Springs Psychiatric Hospital in Ketchum, Oklahoma. Hermione was smart. She knew that Glenwood springs was a crazy house. No matter how many times the doctors insisted that she wasn't crazy.

Hermione still had her arm in a sling and her wounds were still wrapped. For some reason, some wounds wouldn't close. She guessed it was the cursed dagger.

She was sent to Glenwood two months after her initial emittance into the hospital. The ride there was extremely awkward for the person escorting her. She would look in the trees and just giggle randomly. He thought she was seeing things, but she was actually just extremely relieved to be out of that hospital room. She was just amazed that her life had become this.

When they reached the hospital, she was guided in by nurses that could do nothing, but smile. It kind of worried her a bit. Too much happy was always concerning. Hermione was lead to Doctor Aaron Fuller's office. He was an elderly man that seemed to smile softly. His hair was greying and his square glasses sat on the edge of his nose. He wore a white doctors coat and had clean and crisp cloths worn under. Hermione decided that she really didn't like him. He smiled at her brightly and told the nurse escorting her to be dismissed. He looked to her and said, "Have a seat." Hermione did so and looked around his office. It was boring. Even the knick-knacks were ordinary. He sat down at the desk and grabbed a notepad and asked her kindly, "I'm Dr. Fuller. What's your name?"

She answered, "Hermione."

"Just Hermione? No last name?"

"I can't tell you" she whispered.

"Why on earth not?"

"They may find me" she told him with as much importance as she could convey.

"Who will find you?"

"The dark witches and wizards. They may be looking for me!"

"Dark witches and wizards?"

"That's what I just said!"

"Hermione, you must know that these evil beings aren't real."

Hermione's anger flared. She slammed her fists on the desk and the doctor jumped. "Not real? Not real? I wasn't tortured by imaginary people!"

Fuller straightened his glasses and decided to leave the subject. "Alright Hermione. Well, you need a last name, so can you think of one for me?" Hermione thought about it. She doubted that the Death Eaters could find her if she were using a dead person's name. They didn't even know the system. She couldn't use Granger though. She was too frightened to.

Too paranoid to. So, she said the only name that came to mind at the moment and that was, "Lovegood." It was a fitting name. Luna was a bit wacky and now Hermione was in the Looney bin. It was a bit poetic to her. Fuller raised an eyebrow at the strange name she picked, but wrote it on her files. They spent the next hour going back and forth between questions. It was decided that she would sleep alone and have a nurse standby for when her nightmares occurred. She wasn't to be allowed near any sharp objects because of her, "self harm" issue. She would be assigned private sessions and then go to group ones when her hallucinations were taken care of. Hermione just thought these people were insane.

She was sent for an overview of her health and when one of the doctors looked her over, Hermione swore that she could hear crying. The doctor was actually tearing up because of every angry scar and stitch. There were words carved into her everywhere. Mudblood, play thing, whore, bitch, scum, inferior, dirty. Name every hurtful insult, it was carved into her. And the runes on her body was gruesome as well. You could just tell that she did them to herself. When that ordeal was over, she was placed in a white outfit that made her look extremely tiny. They cut her hair so that it barely reached her shoulders. She did not give her consent for that.

Hermione was shown to her room and then all around the facility. The day room was last and there she was left to mingle. Hermione looked around and honestly believed that she was probably the most sane person there. It was a bit sad actually. There were people looking around nervously, muttering to themselves, talking to people that weren't there. Not everyone seemed to be completely bonkers though. Some were just sitting and rolling their eyes at the others.

Hermione decided to sit in a seat all by herself and read her bible. It was full of little notes in the margins and other things. She was just interested. Hermione hadn't seen Castiel in those months, but she wasn't worried. He said he would watch over her, not be her friend.

On the first night in Glenwood, Hermione couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned, but just ended up staring out of her barred windows. That is, until she heard a fluttering of wings. Hermione didn't turn around. She thought it was another one of her hallucinations. A voice sounded behind her. The same deep, almost gravely voice of Castiel. He asked, "You are doing well?" Hermione whipped around and looked at his almost nervous form. Well, he himself didn't look nervous, but she could tell because his wings were twitchy. Hermione nodded to him and offered for him to sit next to her. He did so carefully.

She asked him hesitantly, "You're not another one of my hallucinations are you?" He shook his head and they sat in silence. Hermione just enjoyed the company.

Hermione looked at his twitching wings and asked, "Why are you so nervous?"

He sighed and relaxed his wings. "I need to ask a favor of you." Hermione nodded and Castiel continued with, "One day, I will need your help. Would you help even if it meant endangering yourself?"

Hermione paused all movement. Help? Just like Harry needed her help. Just like Dumbledore needed her help. Just like her parents needed her help. Just like the Order needed her help. She was always screwed over and ended up pained in some way. Hermione knew that she couldn't refuse though. It was probably the only reason she was born. To save and help others even if it meant her continued tortured existence. Hermione looked at Castiel as he watched her curiously. "I will help." He looked a bit saddened almost. Whatever he needed must have been awful for him to want her to say no.

He reached in his pocket and pulled out a silver ring. It shone brightly with piercing bright magic. He put it on her ring finger while saying, "This is a melted down angel blade. When you are ready for your tasks, it will tell me. If you are in mortal danger, it will tell me." Hermione studied the ring and nodded. He got up from his seat, but she grabbed his hand before he could disappear. She then got up and hugged him. She didn't know why she did it. They had only met twice and all he did was give her a ring that was meant to tell him when she was ready to go on a task that would certainly kill her. He hesitantly hugged her back and she released him. He disappeared as soon as she let go.

Hermione slept peacefully that night. It was unexpected, but she was grateful. All she wanted was one night where her dreams weren't out to kill her and she got it.