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This story was inspired by A Stain In Time by Comic Critic, who has generously allowed me to beta her new version, Broken for her. I've been working on this story for a few months now and I have a lot of it written, but I wanted to post the first few chapters to get a feel for how readers like it.

I hope you like this story as much as I've enjoyed writing it.

Standard Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Harry Potter or Supernatural. Though if I did I'd probably still post fanfic of it for fun. :)

Misplaced, Chapter 1: Waking up

December 1992 -Amherst- John's poltergeist mission

Hermione woke with a yell, tears streaming down her face as she sat up on the bed and curled around herself. Her big brother's arms wrapped around her comfortingly, "Shh, Mia, it's just a nightmare. It's over now."

Her twin on the other side of the bed woke, rubbed at his eyes, then mumbled groggily, "Whaat…?"

Dean whispered, "It's no biggie, Sammy, go back to sleep." He picked Mia up out of bed, holding her on his hip as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as she continued to cry into his shoulder. She was probably a bit too big to be carried around like that, but she was petite and Dean didn't seem to have too much trouble.

He took her into the kitchen/living room area of their extended stay motel room of the month and sat her down on the couch, whispering comforts to her until she finally calmed down.

When she took a shuddering breath in, she was able to really take in her surroundings. Okay. My name is Mia. And Hermione. Her hands twitched and her face scrunched up. Well that's just not logical in the slightest. She shook her head a bit to try and clear the cobwebs. I am nine years old. Even though that was a fact she knew was true, somehow she recalled everything from twenty year old Hermione Granger. But she also knew that she is Mia Winchester. It wasn't just that she had the memories of life as Hermione, she was Hermione. But she is Mia, and she had not only the memories but the life to prove it. So did Dean, or he'd be wondering why there was a new kid in the room.

The aforementioned big brother broke her train of thought, "Do you wanna tell me about the scary dream? Was it a monster?" He gave her his signature cocky smirk, "Cause, you know, Dad and me will gank all the boogeymen who come after you."

That made her laugh a little, "You wouldn't let them get near enough to even try."

He gave a pained smile momentarily, but covered it with a chuckle and hugged her a bit tighter for a moment, "Damn right I won't, Mimi. But you've never had a nightmare that bad before. What happened?"

Mia's nose wrinkled at the nickname but she let it slide. Her expression grew a bit more serious as she gathered her thoughts. She couldn't very well tell him she hadn't had a bad dream and instead had recalled a nightmarish war from a…former life, maybe? No, if that was the case her lifespans would be overlapping. According to the rules, that was a big no-no on the scale of paradox. No, this was more likely a parallel scenario. She didn't have enough information though, so she'd have to give the broader strokes. "It wasn't a monster or a boogeyman. It was weird. I dreamed that I was someone else, and they got killed. She was…" If she said 'a good witch', her big brother would just tell her there was no such thing, "She was a psychic who helped people, and a really bad man-witch killed her. Me. I dunno."

Dean had to hold back on both the smirk and food-related 'manwich' joke then sighed, "Your nightmares should be about sharks in the pool or forgetting your homework," She interrupted with a disbelieving scoff which made him laugh, "I know, it'd never happen. Exactly why it'd be a nightmare for you." He pantomimed looking in a bag then put his hands to his cheeks in an overly exaggerated silent scream.

This got her to smile a bit and tell him, "Very 'Home Alone'," as she scooted back off his lap so she could look at him and talk normally. She tucked her legs up and wrapped her arms around her knees and continued more seriously, "Lots of things most people think are in the 'it'd never happen' category are things we know are real. Werewolves and ghosts and all sorts of things. But we both know weird things happen around me sometimes, too." He opened his mouth to argue that, but she gave him a hard stare and told him, "Dean. The last time I got mad at you, the stake you were whittling turned orange with blue candy cane stripes." He put his hands up in surrender to concede the point, so she went on, "I mean, I haven't sold my soul for magic or anything hoodoo-y. Why do you think stuff like that happens?"

Hermione's memories explained a lot about the ins and outs of magic and the why of her habit of making strange things happen when she was upset. Summed up nice and neatly in two words, really: accidental magic. But she couldn't just tell her family that, they'd blow a gasket! She'd have to ease them into it, starting with Sam and Dean, and as a trio they'd work to get their dad used to the idea.

His mouth twisted in skepticism. "Eh… I dunno…"

Her tone was smarmy as she smirked and asked, "Well how do you explain psychics, then?"

He blew a dismissive raspberry as his answer to that question.

Mia rolled her eyes and pushed his shoulder in an ineffective reprimand. "Dad's already made sure I'm not possessed, I haven't made a deal with a demon for magic, and I'm just as human as you guys are. Something is going on, and it isn't a monster problem."

He leaned back into the couch and stared up at the ceiling silently for a bit before asking tentatively, "So… you think either psychic powers or non-demon magic is the reason things float when Dad tries to make you go to bed when you'd rather be reading?"

She had to give him points for his answer, but only huffed and said, "Yeah, well, that was more scary for me than him at first. He was sure there was a ghost or poltergeist through three states, so then he thought it was following us, and it took you to tell him it was only happening when he took my books away. But you guys hadn't even told us about monsters then, so I was more scared because of how he was reacting. I just thought I was like Matilda. But then he decided that was a good time to tell me and Sam about ghosts and that I might be haunted, which just made things worse because I just got more upset and everything just got…" She waved her hands erratically in explanation for lack of a suitable word.

He finished for her, "Silly. Things got silly. It felt like that dishwashing scene from 'Sword in the Stone', but with lots of things breaking instead of cleaning." She laughed so he kept going, "Yeah, it looked like a drunk rhino had come through the room. We had to book it out of there quick after that."

She hesitated to say it, but Dean would be more open to the idea than Dad would (which wasn't much, but better than nothing), "What if…." she worked her jaw, "What if people don't necessarily have to make a deal with a demon for magic? What if it's possible to be born with it? Like you said, non-demon magic?"

Dean's face went blank as the cogs in his mind started spinning, "That… sounds like a question we'd have to ask a witch." He shifted uncomfortably at the admission.

She scrunched her face, "I don't wanna track down a demon-worshipper just to know that."

He mimicked her expression of distaste then stuck his tongue out as if he'd tasted something nasty, "Yeah, me neither. Something to think about the next time we come across one, though. Though it's not like you could use their hex bags or spells anyways, since they all use gross bits to call on the 'dark powers'," He wiggled his fingers against her ribs as he said the last bit, knowing it'd give her ooky chills. He sat back again and pursed his lips in serious thought, "My guess would be that you're a crazy strong psychic, but…"

Sam shuffled in with a yawn and interrupted by asking, "Dean, has Dad called to check in yet?

Dean only shook his head and told him, "Not yet, Sammy." It was said with the emotionless attitude of something said repetitively, but the apology that followed was genuine, "Sorry we woke you up, man."

The male twin ignored the apology, pouted and whined, "But he said he'd be back three days ago."

Dean turned around and folded his arms along the back of the couch, "I know, Sammy, he probably just can't find a working phone. Or he doesn't have any cash on him to get quarters. There's always a reason."

Mia nodded in agreement and added optimistically, "And he always comes back."

Sammy shifted uncomfortably, "Can we call Uncle Bobby or Pastor Jim at least?"

Dean looked like he was about to object for a minute, then hesitated. "Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to give him a call. But in the morning. When people are usually awake." He looked down at Mia, "Think you're good to pass out again?"

She shrugged, "I can try." Nope. But if she told him that, he'd stay up with her and be tired tomorrow.

Dean leaned down, kissed her on the top of her head and told her, "No worries. Angels are watching over you."

She smiled, he'd told them that was something Mom used to tell him. "Even better, so are you."

He stood and reached a hand out to her to assist her up from the sofa, "Damn right I am."

She did try to sleep, but she ended up awake most of the night, trying to sort through both her own life and Hermione's life, using the witch's knowledge to build an Occlumency mindscape to keep Hermione and Mia separate so she wouldn't get mixed up and accidentally say things that Hermione knew about magic or anything else she couldn't possibly know yet.

It seemed that even with the different memories, she was largely still the same person. Big on studying and proving herself academically, not so great with the whole making friends thing, liked to have rules to follow. Just… less mature on the Mia side, seeing as she was only nine and has siblings who pranked her into retaliating when they felt like she was being too serious. Hermione hadn't had any siblings though. Mia was more glad than ever to have her brothers, especially knowing now how lonely Hermione had been at her age. She smiled softly at the thought of her twin who spent a lot of time quietly studying in the library with her. Never really alone, even if they were being quiet and absorbed in their books. Eventually, when the rough draft of the Hogwarts library that housed Hermione's memories in her mind was complete, she was able to sink into unconsciousness.

The next morning found her testing herself against the knowledge she'd gained last night. It was, as expected, extremely difficult to do anything wandlessly and wordlessly, but Hermione knew how to do some stuff like that already. Accio, lumos, and other simple spells. Now that she had the know-how, she just had to exercise her magic until it did what she wanted it to do instead of just exploding out when she got emotional. Though she'd have to practice wordlessly from the start, too. She couldn't really just go around yelling 'lumos' until something lights up, she'd be told to explain why she was shouting random latin words.

Her family knew some lines in Latin, but that was more for anti-monster purposes than anything else. Hermione already knew some Latin and French, so it's not like she needed to worry about learning it. Though… she probably should get some learning materials for both in case it was brought up at some point. Her mind started listing off books and other things that would be necessary to explain various facets of her new (old?) knowledge.

However, later that day when she went to check out a book that the Hermione side knew was in print by this time, she was confronted with the uncomfortable truth that this was not be a body, time, or placement issue. It was a different timeline. Possibly a different reality altogether. Because the librarian informed her with certainty that the book she was looking for was never published. She'd considered the possibility already, but having it in her face like that so soon?

With that idea rattling around in her head, for the first time in both her lives she just walked out of the library without doing further research and went back to the motel. She wanted to sit down and play poker with her brothers. Leave research for tomorrow. Or next week. Or month. Family time now, worry later, thanks.

That's the first chapter! Reviews with constructive criticism are appreciated, flames will be ignored. Thank you so much for taking the time to read!