The map the two Winchester brothers grabbed at an airport was being especially frustrating at the moment. Sam Winchester mulled over the small font, and unfamiliar units of measurement as they drove to who knows where. The Winchester brothers scraped some money from their last job to head to Scotland, after doing some research when a foreigner from London went on a crazed rant of all the oddities in his home that drove him away. Turns out he was speaking some truth, and it wasn't just the alcohol talking. So, with much protest from Dean, they got on an airplane to London, to hopefully save some lives and discover the truth.
The list compiled after a few hours of research was huge- a flying car over London just last year, a mass migration of owls with no explanation, the body of a very short man with no remains except a very warty finger. The list went on, with odd events and no answers seemingly to be quite frequent.
After doing a bit of searching on the web, Sam found a lead- some old ruins out in the middle of the Highlands of Scotland, with the local folk lore being that dozens of witches being harbored within. With past experience, both brothers knew just how bad witches could be. It was a firm decision to go and investigate, and hopefully free London from the strange phenomenons that seemed to be plighting it.
However, they would have to find it first. They were probably in the middle of no where, and with no civilization within miles, had absolutely no hope of asking for directions.
"Anything?" Dean asked kind of impatiently while he drove the rental car he had gotten. They had been driving for five hours. He was starting to believe this was a flop. "You know we gotta go back to civilization at some point right?!"
"Be patient. Just a few more miles...I think." He squinted at the map, before pointing to a green circle. "Here it is, I think. By this lake. 'Black Lake' is what it's called."
Dean groaned and just looked at the road, which at this point seemed to lead to no where. "You think?! We've been driving for hours. I'm surprised we still have road to drive on. Seriously, who drives out here?"
"Hey, only 10 more miles till we pass that lake. It's gotta be somewhere around there."
"It better be." Dean cursed under his breath. "Mountains, nothing but mountains... I got on a plane for this."
"A few more miles, you can do this." Sam said, a hint of sarcasm and exhaustion lacing in his voice.
After about 20 minutes more of driving, they finally got to the Black Lake (As helpfully noted by a poorly painted sign.) Just next to it, were grand ruins of an abandoned castle, that no one must've touched for at least a century.
"It was a beautiful castle. It would have been gorgeous while it still had life. The dirty stone and marble rose high into the sky, eerily lonely.
Dean loaded his gun as he approached the castle. Millions of danger and caution signs were scattered around the castle. He felt strangle nervous as he approached, sweat beading down his forehead. It was strange, he'd never felt nervous like this before an investigation. As if he should run as far as he could and never look back. Dean reminded himself that they drove five fucking hours to be here, and he wasn't leaving now.
"They opened the grand doors, hearts beating from their chests. With a loud creek, the dusty grand hall was revealed.
"Gross." Sam said pushing a dead rat aside. They looked around, extremely cautious. There was an abandoned book that Sam picked up to investigate. It was called Hogwarts: A History and skimmed it lightly. Just be reading bits and pieces, he could tell they definitely found something. "Dean, this book… It explains everything... There was a school of witchcraft and wizardry called Hogwarts that existed… A school that taught children!"
Dean picked it up and skimmed through it as well. "Think it still exists?" he asked.
"The castle the book described was insane. A roof that matched the weather? Wands and spells? Salazar Slytherin? Helena Hufflepuff? Godric Gryffindor? Rowena Ravenclaw? What's next, Bilbo Baggins?"
"I think so. I feel a weird aura, here." Dean commented. Sam agreed with a nod.
"Then lets see if there's anything to tell us where this 'school' is." Sam replied, studying it intensely and carefully.
Little do they know, someone was watching them.
Dumbledore stared into the crystal ball, at the two muggle men. McGonagall sighed. "I don't see why we just can't wipe their memory and send them back to civilization."
"My dear Minerva, that is risky. They could have come from anywhere. It'll be strange that they woke up in an unknown place. They went inside the ruins. All other muggles all leave when they feel our enchantments. None have ever ignored it... They must have a reason to be there. I wish to speak with them."
McGonagall gasped. "Bring two muggle men into the castle? Have you gone mad?!"
"I believe they can help us with our problem. I shall send Hagrid to fetch them."
She pursed her lips. "If you really think so headmaster...I will comply."
Not wasting anytime the headmaster put a body binding spell on them and quickly informed Hagrid of the new guests.
"Then lets see if there's anything to tell us where this 'school' is."
Dean froze, as stiff as a board, and fell over.
"Dean! Are you okay?!"
"Can't move- Urgh!"
Sam soon did the same. Both helplessly lying on the backs. Their weapons were close by, but it didn't really matter, considering they can't get them anyway.
"It's the witches! They know we're here!" Sam struggled in vain to get free.
Dean silently stared as a huge figure emerged above them. Sam opened his mouth to say something but quickly closed it, not wanting to anger the creature.
"Oi! Is this who I was supposed ter get? My name is Rubeus Hagrid. Please ter meet ya." He flashed the brothers a toothy grin. Apparently it was actually a human. He was giant and had this great bush of hair that went along with an insane beard. He had an umbrella with him, that seemed tiny compared to him.
"Don't you lay a hand on me or my brother." Dean said through gritted teeth. He didn't care who it was. He had to protect Sammy.
"Feisty ones, aren't ya? Don't worry I won't hurt ya. Just need to take ya back to the headmaster. I have to knock ya out for this…"
"What?!" Sam struggled some more.
"The giant pointed the umbrella at him and muttered something. Instantly, he was unconscious.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BROT-" He was out cold before he could finish his sentence.
The two awoke on an elegant, golden carpet in an elegant, golden room. There was a desk in the middle.
"Whoa… Where are we?" Sam asked taking in the scenery of the room.
"In my office. Welcome to Hogwarts." an old voice replied. The desk chair turned around and old man with an extremely long beard.
Sam's eyes widened as he nudged Dean, who was already talking.
"We're not meant to be here, if you can just take us back we'll be on our way." Dean said, obviously trying to bargain.
"And let the Winchester boys go?"
They froze. "How do you know who we are?" Dean asked his hands in his pockets clutching his holy water.
"I've been looking for a good hunter. Sit down." They second they sat down Dean splashed holy water in Dumbledore's face. Nothing happened.
"Are you pleased?" He smiled warmly. "Please, help yourself to a lemon drop." Dumbledore replied wiping his face.
"The school has a problem. Recently we've been seeing more of the supernatural. No one here knows how to combat it so I was hoping you could help us out. You'd be paid of course." He continued.
Dean and Sam looked at each other with confused looks. "What do we have to do?" the older brother asked hesitantly.
"I was hoping you'd be willing to become one of our educators."
Dean dropped the lemon drop he was about to eat.
"What?" Both brothers said in unison.
"Professors. You'll be paid 300,000 galleons which roughly translates into 100,000 American Dollars. You'd be teaching a class called Defense Against the Supernatural. You see, we're not the witches you're used to. We're a society with our own laws and practices, and do not wish to harm a single living being. We here at Hogwarts are the equivalent of a regular American high school."
"$100,000 dollars?" Dean said, seeming to be the only thing that he heard.
"Perhaps more if you get other jobs, like supervising a club, or coaching and tutoring. You'd also get free food, and a place to stay."
The two brothers, silently looked at each other, the offer a great one.
"Don't fret, you may take your time." He said compassionately.
Sam smiled awkwardly. "Please excuse us for a moment."
"Of course." He replied, smiling once more.
Dean started talking a mile a minute.
"I don't know. We could really use the money...But professors? Wizards? To kids?!" He shuddered at the thought.
"I think it's for the best. We'll get closer in, and find out just what this place is...And if it's dangerous, how we should deal with it. And if what this guy says is true...This could be what we're looking for!" Sam said excitedly. "Plus room and free food. It's not like we have much options here."
"I guess..." Dean agreed begrudgingly.
They turned back to the man.
Dumbledore flashed them a kind smile. "Well?"
Sam smiled politely in return. "When do we start?"
"Tomorrow, if it's alright. I'll make the announcement at dinner. Minerva will show you to your classroom and living space. Fawkes, could you please get Minerva?" He asked to the great bird that they somehow failed to notice. It seemed to nod and raise it's mesmerizing wings of fire to find whoever "Minerva" was.
"Here's the schedule. Your first class is at 8:30." He said, handing to two a piece of parchment.
after, Fawkes was back, with a strict looking woman, in emerald green robes and a pointy hat.
"This is Minerva McGonagall, the transfiguration professor." Dumbledore said petting Fawkes as he returned.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance. Please right this way." McGonagall smiled as she led them out of the office. After a lot of walking ("Holy shit, the stairs fucking move-), a lot of confusion ("The paintings talk-), and lots of students staring at them, they finally found their way to the living quarters.
They hadn't even been there that long but there was a plaque on the door that said 'Proffeser's Sam and Dean Winchester'.
The room they were staying in was a decent size. It had come with two beds and a couch, with several book cases.
"I'll come and get you when it's time for dinner. Please make yourself at home. Some clothing has been purchased for you, and should arrive soon." with that she turned around and walked out of the room.
"This place is amazing." Sam flopped onto the bed, still taking in the castle.
"It is something isn't it?" Dean replied. "It's a shame the beds don't vibrate." He said, eyeing the cozy bedroom.
Sam rolled his eyes and picked up one of the books on the book shelf.
It was the history book from before. Sam began reading from the beginning to learn everything he could.
Dean had decided to take a nap and was sleeping when there was a knock on the door.
Sam put down his book and woke up his brother. He answered the door and sure enough it was McGonagall.
"It's time for dinner. Please follow me."
they walked past students, they got weird glances and lots of whispers ("Who are they?" "I don't know. The shorter ones hot though").
As they were walking Sam bumped into a bushy haired girl that was with two of her friends. "Sorry." he smiled and kept walking.
"I wonder what the announcements going to be. I hope it's that their canceling history of magic. That class is way to boring for the amount of work we have to do." Ron said hopefully.
"What are you talking about? I think it's fascinating!" Hermione rebutted.
Harry's friends were bickering about the announcement that was supposed to be said at dinner. He was kind of excited- so far nothing to horrible has happened. I mean there was the dementors, and not to mention Sirius Black. But he hadn't gotten in trouble yet, so it wasn't that bad.
"Sorry." said a young man's voice.
Harry looked up to see two young men he didn't recognize. Both were tall. One of them had long hair and was 6'4 at the least. The other was shorter and had the sort of hair that was just long enough to sway to the left or right. They were following Professor McGonagall somewhere.
"Who were they?" Ron asked watching the two strangers.
"They probably have something to do with the announcement. Come on!" Hermione ushered the two other boys to hurry, as she herself sprinted to the great hall.
"Once at the great hall, everyone was talking about the two new men at the teachers table.
The golden trio sat down quickly eager to learn who these two men are.
"They're hot. Like really hot." Lavender gushed.
"I wonder who they are? No one's ever seen them before." Parvati asked.
"Who cares? They're beautiful." Ginny sighed dreamily.
"Ginny!" Ron shrieked, almost offended.
"You do realize they are at least fifteen years older than you, right?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Doesn't mean I can't admire them from afar." Ginny smirked. They were interrupted by Dumbledore's boisterous voice.
"Good Evening everyone. You are probably wondering who our guests are. Well I am pleased to inform you, they are not guests. They are professors for a new class Hogwarts will be offering starting tomorrow."
The hall went silent. Sam and Dean smiled awkwardly at the students.
"Meet Professor Sam and Dean Winchester. They will be teaching Defense against the Supernatural. This class is mandatory, and will be replacing History of Magic in your schedule. As of now, History of Magic is only a first year class."
At this revelation, the great hall exploded with cheers from the students.
"WE'RE FREE!" someone yelled.
"ALL HAIL THE WINCHESTERS!" Another person yelled.
The brothers laughed. "The next time you have History of Magic instead just head to the classroom with an owl on the door, which is located on the third floor. Now let's eat!" Dumbledore said joyfully.
"At that moment food appeared on their plate. Everyone cheerfully started digging in.
"My wish has been granted! No more history of magic!" Ron cheerfully said a mouthful of food.
Harry couldn't help but feel happy. He didn't quite like the class either, and this new class seemed much more fun.
"We would have had History of Magic tomorrow, first class of the day." Harry said.
"I'm sooo ready! No more history!" Ron said giddily
"Thank bloody hell." George said, sliding in between Ron and Harry, Fred on the other side.
"I wonder what's in the curriculum? The 'supernatural?!' That stuff is just a bunch of hogwash."
"Who cares?! It's not History of Magic!"
The two friends continued to bicker as Harry eyed the new professor's.
Whatever class this was, Harry could tell it was going to be a hell of an education.