Hello! So, with my other Supernatural longfic "Highway to Hell" finished, I have decided to post this. What is this? you ask, well, I'll tell you. This is a Supernatural/Harry Potter crossover fic. It takes place in the HP 'verse and follows HP canon - so basically all the legends, myths and such from SPN don't exist here. It is told in 3rd person limited to Dean's head. So, some thoughts/feelings/interpretations are going to be a little biased as it's Dean's head.
It will be an eventual Dean/Cas fic, so if you don't like that pairing hit the back button. I wrote this for NaNoWriMo this year (I WON!). 11 chapters out of 14 are written, but by the time they others are to be posted, they'll be written.
Anyway, enough about what this story is... let's get onto the story, eh?
Disclaimer - I do not own Supernatural or Harry Potter, the only thing I own is the story line and anything that you don't recognise from either fandoms.
Thunderstruck.
Chapter I: Desperate Times.
Platform Nine and ¾s is always the same; billows of steam rolling out from the scarlet train, a constant hum from all the chatter from the people - students talking to other students, parents saying goodbye to their children, reminding them to be safe, be cautious and to stay out of trouble!
That's one of the hardest thing for Dean Winchester to witness; a mother embracing her child, pressing a kiss to their head, some Mother's shedding tears - especially the ones who's child is just starting their first year at Hogwarts - and telling them that they love them, and demanding they write weekly, knowing full well they'll never get a letter from their child that often.
He's not the jealous type; doesn't get jealous when he hears everyone's stories about all the presents they get - whether for birthdays or Christmases or just impromptu spoiling from their parents - or when he hears his friends talk about how serious their relationship with their boyfriend or girlfriend is going. Dean just isn't the jealous type, but those sights seem to change that for a split moment, because it's something that he will never get again. Presents will come soon; love will come eventually... but that... no.
He shakes his head. He can't think about that. Not now; not ever, really.
He picks up the two trunks and hauls them onto the train, and sometimes he wishes he didn't have to carry the two, because he honestly misses caressing the shiny, scarlet body of the train as he pulls himself onto the train.
Not that he misses it that much, he just wishes that his scrawny ass brother had some muscle in him so that he could lift his trunk for an extended period of time without whining like a baby about the weight, and how sore his arms are getting, and that's usually when Dean rolls his eyes, tugs the trunk from his grasp and tells him he's never gonna get a girl if he doesn't get some strength in his arms - "How're you gonna carry her about if you can't even carry a trunk?"
'Right, where are you going, Sammy?' Dean questions, ignoring the way Sam grits his teeth together at the nickname he's had since he was nothing but a baby and has only recently started to hate; Dean thinks it's nothing more than that annoying-as-hell teenage stage that he seemed to have missed out on altogether. For some reason.
'Just in here,' Sam replies, opening the compartment where a blonde girl with shoulder length, curly hair sits. She beams at Sam when he enters and Dean can do nothing but grin as he hauls the trunk up and onto the rail above their heads as he sees Sam sit down beside the girl from the corner of his eye.
Another boy is in the compartment as well, but he's reading the Daily Prophet, his brows furrowed tightly as he does so and Dean decides that he was informing the young blonde of what it said before Sam walked in.
'See you guys later,' Dean mutters, sending a teasing grin to his brother, who just rolls his eyes and nudges his head to the side, silently hinting that his brother was to leave his compartment immediately and not embarrass him any further. Dean takes the hint and slides the door open again, but before he leaves the compartment completely, he gives his brother a grin and advises, 'Don't be too much of a nerd, Sammy!', and manages to catch the annoyed glare before he turns and goes to find his friends.
He's making his way through the train carriages, his head whipping from side to side as he gazes in to the compartments trying to find the familiar faces of his friends, when he suddenly barges into something hard and he stumbles back, his eyes whipping to the front to see what he had just walked into.
'Oh, sorry man, didn't see you there.'
His eyes rake over the boy - though really, Dean thinks he's actually the same age as Dean himself, and is actually in his year; Sixth Year. He can't be entirely sure as he doesn't know everyone in the Year, but he's sure he's seen him in some of his friend's classes when he's been waiting on them. Dean then notices the yellow and black colours on his robes - which he's already wearing for some reason - and quickly realises that he's a Hufflepuff, which would explain why Dean doesn't really know his name, he very rarely spends time outside of his own House, Gryffndor. It's not that he doesn't like the other three Houses, though he does have a dislike for Slytherin if he's honest.
The next thing he realises about the person he bumped into is his eyes; how blue they are. Dean's seen plenty of blue eyes in his time, but nothing like his; they're striking and almost azure and Dean can't help but think that he should've been in Ravenclaw, just so the blue and silver colours would compliment those eyes and make them stand out even more; though that did seem pretty impossible. And wow, okay, where did that rubbish come from?
'It's no problem.' Blue-Eyes replies, his voice much deeper and rougher than Dean ever thought it would be, and he wants to ask him more - like his name, for starters - but decides that wouldn't sound too good. Being at school with him for six years and not knowing his name? Yeah, that wouldn't give the best first impression.
So, instead, Dean just gives him a small grin and claps him on the shoulder as he passes, a small apology for barging into him and he continues to make his way down the corridor of the train carriage, his head turning from side to side again as he restarts his search for his friends.
He doesn't look back as he walks away, though he is tempted to, because there was just something about the bright blue eyes, messy black haired Hufflepuff that was different from the others. But he doesn't, because that'd be weird staring at the person you just walked into, so instead he just keeps walking until he finds the compartment with his friends inside it.
They're in the middle of an argument when he walks in, and they don't stop even when he sits down beside Jo. He grins to himself, shaking his head as he watches how she clenches her hands into fists and he tries to get a hint at what this argument is about - because when are they not arguing? - but after a minute or two, they still haven't let anything slip, so he clears his throat.
'What's this one about now?'
They fall silent and their heads whip around and their gaze lands on Dean, who's grin widens because that means they didn't even hear him coming in. Their little arguments were never serious; they're always about the stupidest little things, but Dean knows better than anyone that it's just the way siblings are - even though Jo and Ash aren't really related, they've known each other long enough that they're pretty much brother and sister.
'He said that if I had to get into a fight with Angelina Johnson that she'd win!'
Dean turns back to Ash with a raised eyebrow, 'Seriously? You've known Jo since you were five-years-old and you don't think she'd kick Johnson's ass?'
'All I'm saying is Angelina is nippy; you've seen her on the Quidditch pitch, Dean.'
'Yeah, but I've seen Jo wield a gun before, and she's -'
'Kicked your ass a million times,' Jo cuts him off, a grin on her plump lips as she crosses her arms over her chest, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders with the movement.
Dean says nothing and only rolls his eyes, because to be honest, she's telling the truth and he's not going to go and deny that; not with her in the same room anyway, seeing as it would lead to her trying to prove him wrong and he's not really in the mood to wrestle with her, and then embarrass himself when she definitely wins. Jo is a sneaky fighter; especially when it is a real fight, she uses the innocent look that she has to fool her opponent and then makes her move when they are distracted enough.
She is sneaky and determined and quite a clever little fighter. Angelina is a little bit the same, but Dean is willing to bet that if they did ever get into a fight, Jo would come out on top because hey, she has the most experience with it after all. Angelina is vicious on the Quidditch pitch, but is the complete opposite when she's off it.
'I swear it, Ash, say something stupid like that again and I'll show you just what I'm capable off. Lucky for your nerdy ass, I've never felt the need to try to kick it. Do not make me change my mind.' Jo declares and Dean chuckles as he reaches up and scratches his neck, turning his head to the side and as he does, he catches Blue-Eyes walking by, and feels a little bit weird when he doesn't notice him; he had no idea how people could do that, walk by a compartment and not have a little nosy inside. It was something Dean always did, though he knew it was annoying and wrong, he couldn't help it.
Blue-Eyes disappears and Dean shakes his head, because what the hell is he playing at? He still doesn't know the dude's name and doesn't even need to know the dude's name. He was a Hufflepuff and they didn't share a class. Chances are he'll never really see him again.
'Right, are you two gonna put the claws away, because we all know that yeah, Jo would kick Angelina's ass and yeah, Jo would kick your ass, Ash.' Dean grins. 'Now, are we gonna concentrate on more important things, like who's the poor bastard that's gonna be teaching us Defence Against the Dark Arts?'
Everyone knows there's a curse for the Defence Against the Dark Arts post, seeing as any professor that decides to take it doesn't last more than a year. Dean has been at the school for, well, this'll be his sixth year now, and he's had six Defence teachers; the majority of them were okay, but some - like that asshole Gilderoy Lockhart - just don't know what they're talking about, and Dean believes the only reason they got the position was because no-one else wanted it!
'Only one way to find out.' Jo responds and Dean nods his head because yep, they'd have to wait till the Welcoming Feast before the found out who their new teacher was going to be.
So, with this in mind, he turns to conversation to another topic and successfully doesn't think about Blue-Eyes again.
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Changing into school uniform on the train is never a good thing; especially for Jo who has it worse than Dean and Ash, but they make it work. Jo's used to Dean's stupid little comments by now, and has started making her own whenever he pulls his t-shirt off to put his school shirt on. Not that it's weird. Along with Charlie Bradbury - the red-haired genius in Ravenclaw that shares the same obsession for the Muggle shows Star Trek and Star Wars - Jo is the little sister he never wanted.
Even though they did share a kiss at one point, but hey, they were drunk and celebrating Harry's win in the Triwizard Tournament and they've sworn to never think or talk about it again. So, it's all good.
They leave the train and Dean automatically starts scanning the crowd for Sam, even though he's in Second Year now, Dean can't help but look after him. He steered him to where he was supposed to go in his first year, and he's going to do the same this year, because how you get to the castle is different in your first year, and he needs to make sure his brother doesn't get lost or do something stupid, like go the boats instead of the carriages!
'You do realise he's thirteen, right?' Jo questions, raising a blonde eyebrow at him and his green eyes land on her instead of scanning the crowd. 'And that this is his second year?'
Dean rolls his eyes, 'Shut up, Jo.'
It's Jo's turn to roll her eyes, but she says nothing as she sits her trunk in the line, ready to be taken up to the castle by God only knows what. Truth is, she's not sure whether someone just enchants them to move by themselves, or if the elves maybe do it; all she knows is that one minute she's leaving it in the line of trunks, and the next, she goes to the Gryffindor Common Room after the Welcoming Feast and it's suddenly in her dorm.
She turns back to Dean and she grinds her teeth together when she notices him looking through the crowd once more, trying to find his little brother.
'No wonder he pretends he doesn't know you.' She mutters. It's supposed to be under her breath; a comment that he's not supposed to catch, but truthfully, she wants him to hear it, which is probably why she says it louder than she normally would.
Dean, however, does the clever thing and ignores her, only sending her a small glare before he goes back to scanning the crowd. So, he won't go over and talk to his brother then, or tell him what to do, but he just wants to make sure that hey, he got off the train and isn't currently heading back to London, because that just wouldn't do.
He sees Sam, standing with the blonde girl that was in the compartment with him, Jessica Moore, and the other boy that Dean has no idea about. Not that he's really surprised that he doesn't know about Sam's other friends, all the boy does is talk about Jessica, or Jess as he calls her. The boy is smitten.
Dean was convinced of this when he teasingly told his younger brother to ask her out, and ended up having to endure a twenty minute rant on how Dean was an idiot, and that Sam was only thirteen, and "who the hell dates in Second Year?".
He's realised one thing, jokes about Jess are off limit if he wants to keep calling Sam his brother. And that's a little bit more important than a quick comment about those doe-eyes that his brother always has when talking about her.
'First Years, this way!' A voice calls, and that's not the voice that normally says that. Hagrid, the half-Giant groundkeeper/Care of Magical Creatures teacher, is normally the one that calls the First Years and steers them towards the boats.
Dean frowns and looks around, only to find Blue-Eyes standing there, ushering the First Years towards the lake.
'Where's Hagrid?' He questions aloud, not really realising that Blue-Eyes is standing close to him and could probably hear him. Well, not until Blue-Eyes looks at him, a crease between his eyes, and then answers him in that same deep voice that Dean still can't get used to.
'I'm not sure. Professor Grubbly-Plank is here, and there was a problem with one of the boats that he has to fix; he asked the Prefects to get the First Years ready.'
Dean nods, watching as Blue-Eyes narrows his eyes at him for a second, almost in confusion or thought , before he minutely shakes his head and turns his attention back to the crowd of First Years standing around him.
'Right, come on!'
It isn't until Ash nudges Dean's ribs that he realises he's still staring after Blue-Eyes, and after making a noise that's somewhere between clearing his throat and coughing, he makes his way towards the horseless carriages. He pulls himself onto the first empty one that he gets to, and quickly starts a conversation about NEWTs this year so that neither Jo nor Ash say anything about his staring.
But as soon as Ash and Jo start talking, Dean falls silent because it all makes sense now. He was confused earlier about why Blue-Eyes was in his school uniform after only five minutes into the train ride, but if he was a Prefect, then it made sense. They were supposed to be the "example", and a lot of other crap that Dean just absolutely couldn't do. Though, he doubts he was ever considered for the role of Prefect, seeing as he can barely go a week without getting detention.
'Does anyone know who our Prefects are?' Dean questions randomly before he curses himself, because now he's let slip that he's been thinking about Blue-Eyes. Staring and now thinking? And he still doesn't know the guy's name!
Jo and Ash give him a look that he doesn't like, but thankfully, they say nothing on that and instead answer his question.
'Hermione and Ron, I saw them in their robes patrolling the carriage before you came in.'
Dean hums and wonders why they didn't pick Harry, but then realises that it's probably because he causes more trouble than he would stop, so probably wouldn't be the best example. If he had to stop someone from being in the corridors after hours or something, they could probably just turn and say "but you did it!". Probably another reason they didn't pick Dean, either; the same thing could be said about him.
After his awkward slip, they sit in silence as they head up to the castle, mainly because Dean can't trust himself to say anything else now, fearing that he'll find a way to steer the conversation back to Blue-Eyes and yeah, he definitely needs to find out his name, because if he keeps calling him that, if they ever talk, he's not going to be able to stop himself from saying "Blue-Eyes" to his face. That would not be good.
They get to the Great Hall and Dean has fully recovered from his embarrassment enough to tell Jo and Ash that he'll be back in a minute before heading away. They probably think he's going to find Blue-Eyes, however, and it isn't until he's left them that he realises that. But he shakes it off; he's going to find Sammy and his brother will vouch for him.
'Oi, Sammy!' He calls, holding back a grin when he sees his brother roll his eyes and turn to his brother.
'What?'
'Just wanted to make sure you were okay, that's all.' Dean replies, not missing how snappy Sam's response was and tries not to let it bother him, because okay, maybe Dean is being a little paranoid and overprotective, but he can't really help it, and no, he's not going to let it bother him.
Sammy is a teenager full of angst and hormones and all that rubbish. That's all.
And it helps when Dean sees Sam's face soften; creases at his eyes from being narrowed soothing out, and his lips pull into a smile instead of the thin line that they were before.
'Yeah, Dean, I'm fine. Just starving,' they start to walk, heading to the Great Hall, and Dean is torn between feeling bad that he dragged Sam away from his friends, and a little happy that Sam left his friends for him. 'I hope Dumbledore's speech doesn't last too long. I'm not in the mood for that; I just want food.'
'Your stomach is a bottomless pit, y'know that?' Dean grins, it faltering for a second when they come to a stop because they're going to two different tables now. He's not sure how he ended up in Gryffindor and Sammy ended up in Ravenclaw - well, he know why Sammy ended up in Ravenclaw; the skinny pain is a genius - but normally families end up in the same House; like the Weasleys. Eight of them, and all of them were in Gryffindor. Even their mum and dad were in Gryffindor!
But the only time it annoys Dean is at moments like this; when they're walking and talking and then they have to part to sit at the different tables.
'Right, see you later, Sammy.' He ruffles Sam's brown hair that's longer than Dean would ever have, but his brother told him he wanted it long, so he lied to his dad when he said he had taken Sammy to get it cut. And their dad didn't see Sam before they came here, so he'll never know.
Sam bats his hand away after a moment and Dean chuckles before he heads to the Gryffindor table, spotting Jo and Ash before sitting down in the space they make for him.
He's about to scan the table when Dumbledore stands and walks to his podium, the owl in front of it spreading its wings out as soon as Dumbledore's hands graze the sides.
His speech isn't long, and mainly consists of him telling everyone that Voldemort is back, something that Dean had believed the second Harry Potter had said so. Many people didn't believe him, including Jo and Ash, and he's proven of this when their eyes roll and they send a disbelieving look to Harry, who's sitting in between his friends Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley.
But they turn back to the front when Dean gives them a soft kick each under the table. Dean sort of tunes out the speech, because it's nothing he either hasn't heard before. What gets his attention is when Dumbledore starts talking about their new Defence Against the Dark Art teacher, who goes by the name Dolores Umbridge.
Dean wants to be sick the second he sees her. The professors normally dress in dark robes; brown, black, emerald green if you're Professor McGonagall, but this woman - though, she does look like an ugly toad, which is saying something, because Dean thinks all toads are ugly anyway, but this woman is an ugly, ugly toad - is dressed in pink. From her head, which has a pale pink hat on top of her curly brown locks, to her toes, which are clad in a pair of baby pink court shoes.
'No freaking way.' Dean mutters under his breath, and he finds himself repeating it when she clears her throat - this high pitched, giddy thing that once again, nearly has Dean puking - and stands from her seat at the table at the front of the Hall. She sits her bag, which, of course is pink, on the table and stands, her heels clicking against the stone floor as she moves over to stand beside Dumbledore.
She looks tiny as she stands beside the Headmaster, and Dean reckons she can't be any taller than five foot.
She stares around the Hall for a moment, her eyes flickering over every table for a moment or two, but Dean's certain her gaze stays on the Gryffindor table - and Harry in particular - for longer than the rest, before she starts to speak.
Her voice is just dripping with fake-sweetness. It's a voice that he does not trust, because it's overly kind, overly sweet and he just knows this pink-clad toad is going to be neither kind nor sweet.
'Thank you, Headmaster, for those kind words of welcome,' she starts and Dean can't help but roll his eyes, because all Dumbledore said was nothing more than "this is our new Defence teacher" before going on to say something that Filch had reminded him about. 'And how nice it is, to see all your smiling faces staring up at me.'
Dean has to look around himself at that, and almost laughs when he doesn't see one person smiling at her. Everyone wears frowns on their faces, some just have blank faces, but no-one, not one single person, wears a smile on their face.
Dean almost scoffs with laughter, but Umbridge starts talking again, and he genuinely wants to hear what else she's going to say.
'The Ministry of Magic has always considered the education of young witches and wizards to be of a vital importance. Although each headmaster has brought something new to this... historic school, progress for the sake of progress must be discouraged.' Dean frowns at that, lines creasing on his forehead and between his eyebrows, and even at the corner of his eyes. 'Let us preserve what must be preserved, perfect what can be perfected and prune practices that ought to be... prohibited!'
She stares the Great Hall down again, before she gives a stupid little giggle and then returns to her seat, after nodding her head to Dumbledore, who actually turns to the front and acts like the woman isn't batshit crazy and says, 'Thank you, Professor Umbridge. That was really most illuminating.'
'"Illuminating"? Has Dumbledore finally cracked it?' Dean hears Ash whisper, and Dean gives a chuckle which he covers up as a cough when Jo turns to give him a glare. Dumbledore finishes his speech, though no-one really listens to it, not after Umbridge's interruption, and then no-one really cares about either of them the second the food appears on the table.
It isn't until they've filled their plates with food that the pink toad gets brought up.
'She's crazy. Right? Everyone else got that impression?' Ash states and everyone only nods in reply, seeing as their mouths are stuffed with food.
Dean swallows his mouthful of delicious beef-burger, 'Batshit.'
'I'd be more worried about what it means than her sanity.' Hermione declares, sending both of them a disapproving glare, and then moving it onto Fred and George, who were laughing at Dean's comment.
'What?' Fred asks.
'Why?' George adds.
'Because,' she starts, her voice doing that thing that Dean's dubbed "classic-Hermione", where it sounds both informative but slightly judging because no-one else thought of it. 'It means the Ministry is interfering at Hogwarts, and if the Ministry is interfering at Hogwarts, it means they want to monitor us, and most probably, monitor Dumbledore; especially after last year.'
With the mention of last year, Jo and Ash give a scoff, and Harry's eyes shoot towards them, before he looks down at his lap and Dean sends a glare to Jo and Ash.
'Seriously, quit it you two.' He warns, his eyes flickering back over to Harry, who gives him a thankful look, and Dean only returns it before going back to his cheeseburger, because he's really not in the mood to argue with his friends; it's bad enough being caught between the two he's known since forever and the ones he's made when he came to Hogwarts.
And if Jo and Ash don't stop thinking Harry's lying, things are going to get worse, and with the revelation that Hogwarts is being watched, this year is going to be bad enough without that.
He just hopes they can see it that way too.
Review? Please! I am desperate to hear what you think about the first chapter!
~Charlotte.x