Hi everyone! quick message, there are lots of fandoms in this which will be introduced in later chapters, and also there is only one swear word and it'll be in this chapter.

Thanks for clicking and reading!

It was a mid-august night and the Winchester family were finally arriving back to their most recent motel after a long days hunt. The air was hot and stuffy but not one of them was complaining. The oldest of the trio, a man by the name of John Winchester, had finally killed that son of a bitch werewolf that had gone after his family a couple days prior. Throwing his army duffle bag higher up his shoulder, John looked down at his sons and smiled. Dean, the oldest at the age of 11, was striding ahead of his younger brother, who at age 7 was struggling to keep up.

"Dean, Good job out there today buddy! Soon you'll be beating your ol' man at shooting those beasts, eh?" he said good naturedly, before turning towards his youngest son and letting his expression drop.

"Sammy, yeah need to be better boy. No monster is gonna wait for ye to dodge the bullet. You should've been looking!"

That of course was complete nonsense; the werewolf had gone at them from a spot which even the great John Winchester hadn't accounted , Sam thought, Dean gets all the praise and what do I get? More disappointed looks from my dad. What did I do wrong? Even so, Sam took the criticism with little to no argument other than a few low grumbles and opened the heavy motel door for his father and brother.

The room that they'd been staying in for the last three weeks was, in all honesty, one of the worst places they'd ever stayed in. The conditions of the place on their first day had been what John had considered a place involved with a nuclear blast. That was of course the conditions before he had made Sam clean it up as punishment for not completing his daily training in order to get to his first day at school earlier. Why couldn't the kid have started them earlier?

The condition of the room now wasn't much better. The dull dirt-grey walls (of which had been white when they were first painted if the pictures at the front desk were anything to tell by) were covered in newspaper clippings and copies of articles. The beds could easily be mistaken for a hazard zone. The first of the two double beds was John's. Though his bed was neatly made up, complete with army folds, it was still a terrible sight. Spread across the bed was a mixture of more newspaper clipping, an old folklore book from the local library (from the last town they'd stayed in), muddled clothing and a couple of spare weapons and machinery. The second of the two beds was to be shared by both Sam and Dean. The side closest to their father's bed was Dean's, which was a complete and utter mess in comparison to Sam's which was kept neat and tidy.

As the two sons flung themselves onto their bed, John Winchester finally staggered inside. Just as he closed the front door and shuffled forwards, he felt something beneath the small rug he was standing on. Pulling this rug aside, John saw a slightly battered looking parchment envelope, which obviously looked like it had been pushed under the door at some point during the day. In cursive green writing were the words:

Mr D. Winchester

51 Harlow Drive

Motel 6 Rm 281

Turning the envelope over, John let his calloused fingers run over the waxed seal and tried to contemplate what was happening. John's face paled upon the realization and looking up at his sons, shock then disgust painted his face, and then he fled.

The sound of the door slamming shut tore through the room. Sam and Dean darted up from the bed, and ran to the window, only to see both their dad and the Impala gone.

"He probably went to get us some chow!" Dean said, although, he didn't look so sure himself.

It later dawned upon the boys that their dad was not to return. They tried to stay in the same motel for as long as possible, in the hope that he would walk right back through the door. Yet, when they ran out of money, and food became scarce, they knew they had to get help. This led to a week after their father leaving, Sam and Dean finding themselves at Bobby's and for once they felt at ease. Bobby's was the only real home that they had since the fire which their mum had died in. Furthermore, for once they were being treated their actual age (Sam reading to his heart's content whilst Dean listened to music) and not like some 30 odd soldier whose only mission was to hunt down every freakin' ghost in the state. Sure, Sam would try to help with the research for Bobby, and Dean often spent several hours in a row practicing his shooting in the yard, but they were no longer being treated as simply tools or weapons used to end a war.

A few days after they'd arrived at Bobby's, there was a knock on the door. Bobby found this pretty odd as he slowly rose from his chair. Normally a hunter would alert him with a phone call or a text if they were coming to his house; otherwise, they'd just use the phone to get their information. Yet, if this was not a hunter, it could only leave about a hundred supernatural possibilities... How comforting! A problem with the possibility of there being a supernatural entity at the door however, was what demon would knock? Surely they'd just barge in through the wooden door, or come crashing through the windows? This logic didn't supply Bobby with much relief, and he pointed to the corner of the room, ushering the boys towards it with a K.45.

The knocking continued.

Bobby grabbed his trusty sawed off shotgun, and slowly turned the handle of the door, only to reveal a woman standing there with her arm still raised, as if she was paused in motion. She shook herself, and gave Bobby a disdainful look, almost as if she was saying, how dare he leave me knocking out here?

The woman's greying hair was pulled back into a tight bun, to the point it looked almost painful. Her face had a pinched expression; the squinted eyes behind small square spectacles, high sharp cheekbones and thin lips, gave the impression that she was in much disdain from even being near the house. Almost as if the appearance of Bobby's home had offended her.

Bobby looked warily at the woman; there was something... off... about her. Bobby didn't know what it was, but the air had become thick with tension. Neither had yet spoken. The woman gave a slight cough into her hand, then righted her position before looking straight ahead at Bobby.

"Mr Singer, I am here on official business from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in England. I believe that two boys by the surname of Winchester are to be in your attendance?"

Bobby scoffed; he'd dealt with enough witches, if this woman knew what was good for her, she'd turn and leave at this very instant. He told her as much.

The woman looked affronted at this, yet not entirely surprised.

"I did not expect for you to believe me on first account of my sudden appearance here today. But really Mr Singer, if I can just delve a little more into my explanation, you'd find it quite believable."

Bobby gestured for her to continue, the more he thought about it, the story would at most be highly entertaining.

"I am Professor Horntail, I teach the Care of Magical Creatures, alongside the keeper of grounds Rubeus Hagrid, and am the head of Slytherin house at Hogwarts. In my year when I attended the school, there was a young American lady that you may recognise," Professor Horntail drew out a slightly crumpled picture and handed it over to Bobby, "Your wife I believe."

Bobby looked down at the black and white picture, it was weathered and worn down from the years, but the features of two young girls could be seen. The girl on the left was clearly a much younger Professor Horntail. She looked to be around 12, with short cropped hair. The girl on the right however, made Bobby draw a sharp intake of breath. This girl was at least a head shorter than the other one, with long light hair kept back by a headband. They both donned long school robes, and where laughing merrily, waving their wands about and pointing it at each other cheekily.

"It moves", Bobby mumbled, handing it back to the lady.

"Keep it. Now, may I come in Mr Singer and speak about what I came here originally for?"

Bobby nodded jerkily, and opened the door further as an indication that she could indeed come inside.

"Boys, Yeh can come out now", Bobby called leading the Professor towards the kitchen so that she could sit down.

"I got nothing but whisky an' water here", Bobby said apologetically pouring out a glass of water, and placing it on the table before her.

"Boys", Bobby reminded.

Sam and Dean then walked into the kitchen, with Dean standing protectively in front of Sam. He was looking at her distrustfully, as if she would attack them both at any given moment.

"Hello boys, I am Professor Horntail and I'm here to explain- Boys please sit down, I don't really intend to be straining my neck today by looking up at you. Thank you, now where was I? Oh yes. I am here to inform you both of your places at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

At this point Dean snorted, and gave Bobby his reputable is this woman crazy look? The professor threw Dean a rather pointed look in his direction, and then continued.

"It's best to start in the past then work our way towards that point in the conversation today. Several years ago, there was a great battle. A civil war if you'd like, between two opposing sides in the wizarding world. I won't go into too much detail about the war, only that many non-magical people, muggles as we call them, were caught in the middle. The catastrophic events that took place world wide, and I'm sure that you've noticed a great increase in the number of supernatural beings present here in the modern world. Most members of the wizarding world are harmless; the ones that you've encountered in the past are most likely to be the reason for all the destruction that took place. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is a school in the United Kingdom, Hogwarts to be exact, where young witches and wizards are taught to embrace their powers, and learn how to use them respectively.

Back to the war for a moment, due to the grand scale of the destruction that took place many of our records were destroyed, as was our American partner school. We have managed to gather enough information however, to determine that your mother was a witch, and that as a result both of you have gained Wizarding powers. The starting age of this school is 11 year old, meaning that you, Dean, are entitled to your place right away. Unfortunately Sam, you'll have to wait a few years. Of course, neither of you have to go if you don't want to, we need your permission...however your power is only going to continue to get stronger."

"Are you serious? Oh god...this is way too much to take in, and if I do go... Who'll take care of Sammy? What if my Dad comes back? What if-"

Dean was cut off my Bobby, who gave a quick chuckle.

"Who'll take care of Sammy? I will Dean. No matter what you think, He isn't your whole responsibility. You're a kid too. I think that you should go. Get to enjoy yourself. I know that Karen did! And your Dad? He come back 'ere and he'll get shot with the gun. Bloody idjit. He's a fool, missing out on his two sons..."

Dean gave a nervous smile, then looking back and forth between Bobby, Sam and Professor Horntail he gave a smile.

"Looks like I'm going Hogwarts!"

The days flew by, and eventually it was the day Dean Winchester was to leave for Diagon Alley. Professor Horntail appeared again in the Singer-Winchester household, and performed side-along apparition to bring the trio outside of the Leaky Cauldron. The building was rather battered; looking like it had been fired at from various angles. Bobby led the two boys into the bar, and eventually the three were settled in a small room. The first day, all three of them stayed in the room (besides the times they all left to eat food), trying to get over the sudden change in time difference. The second day led to a trip to Diagon Alley. This was a high street of sorts, where all magic folk could buy what they needed.

Looking at the list given to Dean, Bobby sighed. He had no clue where to buy this stuff. I guess we just have to look into every single shop to see which ones we need then... The paper itself looked ancient, as if one small tear would break the entire page. Upon this page read;

First-year students will require:

Uniform

-Three Sets of Plain Work Robes (Black) One Plain Pointed Hat (Black) for day wear One Pair of Protective Gloves (dragon hide or similar) -One Winter Cloak (Black, silver fastenings) Please note that all student's clothes should carry name-tags at all times.

Books

-The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling A -Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore Magical Drafts and -Potions by Arsenius Jigger Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by -Quentin Trimble

Other Equipment

-1 Wand 1 Cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

-1 set of glass or crystal phials

-1 telescope

-1 set of brass scales

Students may also bring an Owl OR a Cat OR a Toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS.

After changing his money over into the wizarding equivalent, the trio began their journey in the search for Dean's required equipment. The books were easy enough to find, the very first place they walked into a shop called Flourish and Blotts which stocked each and every one of the books. Bobby even got Sam his own copy of Hogwarts: A History so that he felt like he was a part of this experience. They walked into the next store to get the necessary cauldron, scales, telescope and glass phials; and then the next to get the robes and other pieces of clothing. Eventually, all that was needed to purchase was in fact the wand and maybe a pet, if Dean could persuade Bobby enough.

Walking into Olivander's later that day, (after a few shopping mishaps mind you) was probably the most nerve-wracking experience Dean had ever endured. He stood there awkwardly in the middle of the small little shop with Bobby and Sam in the corner. He was supplied with many many possible wands by Olivander, yet no matter which one he received, it didn't feel quite right. Eventually however, after much damage from the other wands, came a unicorn hair wand with an apple tree wood. This wand, according to Mr Olivander 'chose the wizard', and allowed Dean to get a wand suited to him.

As they left the little shop, Dean looked excitedly up towards Bobby.

"Can I please get a pet? I'll take good care of 'im I promise... I managed to look after Sam okay didn't I?"

"I'm not a pet"

Sam's mumbled reply was quickly overlooked.

"Let's go look then kid, but no promises."

And with that they walked towards the Eeylops Owl Emporium. After looking amongst multiple birds, Dean finally decided upon a barn owl, which he gave the name Imp...short for Impala.

Soon, it was September 1st, and Dean was off for Hogwarts. As he stood, waving awkwardly from the train to Bobby and Sammy; Sam thought...he'd give anything to have the same chance at this his big brother had.

Thank you for reading so far, please review :)

This is also on my tumblr (tobeheard) just click the tab my writings.