Despite the amount of danger Sam and Dean Winchester put themselves in on a daily basis without hesitation, there was one thing that put the absolute fear of God- a being both scoffed at- into them. Standing before them was a woman above average height with long raven hair, gold rimmed emerald eyes, relatively busty for her age- roughly looking a high C-cup & looking near sixteen or seventeen, and possessing moonlit alabaster skjn; in short she was a beauty to behold. If it wasn't for the amount of blood staining her clothes, black slacks with a white button up dress shirt rolled up to her elbows and a vest, it was easy enough to think that she was a young woman out on the town or just getting off work from a high end boutique of some sort.
"Seraphine just lust listen ok? We can expla-"
The young woman, identified as Seraphine, decked Sam in the gut sending him into the wall as her eyebrow twitched violently. "I told you idiots to wait one night! ONE!" Her voice, though it was calm and level, was edged with a cold fury. "Do you listen to me though? No! Bobby had to call me and ruin my date because you neanderthals went ahead of the timetable" she growled cracking her knuckles one by one. "There was no conceivable way for the demons to open the hell gate til TOMMORROW NIGHT under the the new moon. The ritual is very fucking specific! And you jumped the damn gun again like a pair of green horns!"
"Hold on Princess, you got i-"
Seraphine turned on heel and glared daggers Dean. "I know this was YOUR idea so do not begin to even say I have anything all wrong Dean. I WILL deck you as well and not care I'm putting my own flesh & blood in pain" she hissed. "Six months I took to cultvate the entire file of information from the exact demons involved and who they were taking orders from all the way down to what they did & did not have for the ritual to open the hell gate. SIX MONTHS OF HARD WORK AND YOU MORONS RUINED EVERYTHING IN SIX HOURS! SIX HOURS!"
Both brothers winced and seemed to shrink a little under the irate young womans gaze. Normally their cousin Seraphine, a surprise they were related when their moms sister Celeste-who had gone to England for love of a young man and taken an alias of Lily Evans to protect herself against the supernatural elements- showed up one day with her one and half year old daughter in arms, was a delight on most occasions but when the girl was pissed off like she was right now... Well, it wasn't far off the mark to call her a conscious nightmare. Not only had Seraphine been taught to be a Hunter from the moment she could walk and talk well enough but it was alarming how she took it. There was nothing that came with being a Hunter she was a professional at. Exorcisms, procuring artifacts and weapons, deciphering esoteric texts with ease that was borderline unnatural- if you needed something done right and done quick Seraphine was the Hunter to go to. "They captured a natural witch to be the conduit to open the gate. They didn't need to use the ritual to open the gate" Sam said after catching his breath and held a hand to his stomach.
Seraphine forced herself to breathe as she rubbed her temples and tried to think of anything but hraining her stupid cousins. "This cathedral was built on top of a devils trap you... I'm not even going to say it since yelling at you two does nothing. Buried under the foundations of this church is the base of a monastery from the 9th century. The one room where the hell gate could be openend is above the heart of the devils trap" she said with a hard look aimed at Sam. "I expected more from you Samuel. You're supposed to be the smart one of you two."
Dean scowled and crossed his arms across his chest still holding his gun. "Words hurt Princess" he said.
"So does ths truth" Seraphine shot back instantly. She notes Deans lack of response and his scowl deepening but carried on. "Now we don't know who got away or-"
Before Sam and Deans eyes Seraphine was surrounded by bright white flames. The flames flared up forcing them to shield their eyes to avoid being blinded. When they lowered their hands Seraphine was gone. "Uh oh.. Auntie Celeste is not going to be happy about this" Sam said voicing both brothers thoughts.
"No, I think she'll be thrilled her only child has been summoned by who knows what to who knows where" Dean said sarcastically though a bead of sweat began to form on his brow. Seraphine was one thing when pissed but her mother on the other hand, well you ran like the devil was on your heels when Celeste Winchester was on the war path.
"Victoria Potter!"
In the middle of a large room a torrent of pure white flames erupted inciting panicked yelps of fear. As the flames rescinded Seraphne looked around sharply. "Lokis left nut, where the flying fuck am I?" she asked. Between the ancient architecture, the black robed children around her with animal crests on their chests and the ancient long bearded man looking at her she had a sinking feeling in her gut she knew exactly where she was. If it was then she was going to kill someone or at the very least make them suffer for aggravatating her already sour mood.
Up at the head table Albus Dumbledore felt like he was seeing a ghost as he looked down upon the young woman who appeared from the flames. Cut her hair short, slap a pair of glasses on her, make her a boy and he could swear he was looking at a young James Potter again. But the question begging to be answered was if this was actually James' daughter. Neither James' wife Lily or their daughter Victoria had been found after the attack on Godrics Hollow and no spell he tried could tell him where they were or even if they were even alive still after almost sixteen years missing. "Victoria Potter?" he asked.
Seraphine scowled and shook her head internally. This would take mental gymnastics she was not fond of, or in the mood for, doing but she knew that getting involved in Magical England was a bad idea. Her father, after making the deal when he and her mother had trouble conceiving, had been sworn to secrecy on his life and magic where it came to her moms real identity so there was no way the ancient man knew who her mother really was. James hadn't been happy, rightfully so, that his wife had lied about her identity but after his oath and her explanation about the need for the hiding of who she really was had him wide eyed at the future implications. "Who the hell is Victoria Potter? Quite frankly" she shifted her weight shining the flickering flames over her bloodstained clothes which seemed to get some kids green in the gills "who or whatever summoned me here is about three seconds away from meeting my magics wrath. I was in the middle of taking my idiot cousins to task after they did something incrediby foolish regarding a vampire nest and a defiled cathedral" she said conjuring the lie. With a nation so medieval in regards to magic it was better to play off their already established fears of what goes bump in the night than introduce to an evil they had no idea how to combat.
Dumbledore grimaced at the answer he received from the young woman. That couldn't be right at all. The Goblet of Fire was an ancient artifact, it couldn't be tricked or deceived. "Perhaps you could prove you are not Ms. Potter as you say you aren't" he said as his eyes narrowed just slightly. Something was incredibly wrong here but what it was he couldn't pinpoinr and that irritated him greatly. "A simple oat-"
Seraphine actually laughed as she slapped a hand on her knee. "How about you kiss my ass Gandalf? My name was Victoria but I'm not this Victoria Potter chick you're looking for. Used to go by Victoria Patience before I changed my name, mom was a flower child at Woodstock so go figure right? Still need to get my new ID from the New Jersey Registry but if you want to see proof of my US identification card feel free because I am not giving a Gandalf wannabe a magical vow. Number one, its illegal to ask or force a minor to give a binding oath and you'll have the MACUSA House Speaker so far down your throat he'll know what you ate for breakfast. Number two" her mirth drained as a sharpness overtook her features "its illegal to force or ask a minor without the presence of a parent. My mother nor father is here so again, kiss my ass. Number three and most importantly" she raised her hands and snapped her fingers clearing her clothes of blood "if I'm free to go then I'm leaving but just fair warning to consider. Try to stop me and I won't hesitate to tear the foundations out from the walls & endanger the lives of everyone here. I've bloodied my hands with the lives of monsters and humans alike in defense of myself & my family. The blood of a few dead kids doesn't bother me."
Shocked gasps and wide eyes were met with the very dark warning. This girl no older than a fourh year was threatening all their lives and she wasn't blinking or showing any signs of bluffing! Why wasn't the staff acting?!
Beside Dumbledore the deputy headmistress stood slowly and crossed around to the young woman. "This identification card you spoke of" she said holding her hand out. If Albus wanted to start a war with Magical America that was his perrogative but she would not allow her students or the foreign delegates to be endangered because of his ego.
Seraphine kept one hand up in a ready snapping position. "That warning was aimed at everyone not jus the man who thinks hes Gandalf" the Grey" she said as fire, pitch black in color, surrounded her fingers. Her free hand removed her false magjcal ID for her Victoria Patience alias thanking Loki it was the one used for her coverr job at the reataurant near her home as a waitress. A quick tap of her finger changed it from a mundane ID to the standard MACUSA issue witch/wizard ID.
The stern scottish witch took a long moment scrutinizing it. Looks between the scowling magical picture of the teen and the one ready to klll or injure countless innocents she compared them side by side and used the universal spell crafted by the ICW to verify magical IDs as government issue and not forgeries; it passed. "You're free to go Ms. Patience, on behalf of the staff here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry I apologize for the inconvenience of-"
Seraphine snatched her ID back and with a snap of her fingers she was gone. Now she was down a magical alias, great.
Unnoticed by her though was the narrow slits of Dumbledores blue eyes focused on where shs had been naught but a moment before. The wards at Hogwarts prevented Apparition so how did a girl of little more than fifteen or sixteen manage a feat even he himself could not perform as headmaster of the school?
*Back at Hunter HQ in the US*
Seraphine reappeared inside her room and barely activated the sigils to contain the outburst of power only seconds away from eacaping her control. As soon as the barrier was up she bit down hard on her lip as dark grey borderline black wings erupted from her back. Even as she felt the blood run down her back she didn't fight her Grace lashing out violently at the walls and furniture, this wasn't the first time she'd have to replace furniture and fix the walls nor would it be the last for certain. Once her Grace settled and her wings stopped violently flapping she noticed the coppery taste in her mouth before scowling. Of course she had to bite hard enough to break skin and draw blood. Wiping her mouth she looked to her wings and felt her frown turn into a tiny smile as her fingers traced a bloodied feather. "They say to fall from grace is the ultimate punishment dad... But to be of blood and Grace of the Morningstar, it allows me the same clarity as you; to love only those truly worthy of it and see the world for what it truly is" she said as she plucked the feather.
"Seraphine, my little fallen ange-" Celeste stopped herself midsentence after openining her only childs door. Seeing her knelt on the floor with her wings wrapped around her she sighed silently to herself. As candid as she was with her daughter about James, she'd been equally candid about the arrangement made with the fallen archangel Lucifer to help give her life. It was moments like this, moments where her daughter was speaking to her angelic father, where she couldn't help feeling like she was intruding on something sacred. "Dinners all set downstairs when you're ready. Tell your dad I said hi."
Seraphine glanced over her shoulder feeling her mothers energy retreat. She didn't mind if her mom joined, after all even if it was just one time Celeste owed just as much to Lucifer as she herself did. "You heard her dad. Maybe one of these days she'll join me and she can say all she needs to say to you" she said in a soft voice. Bringing the bloodstained feather to her lips she kissed it one as black flames licked at the plummage. "I know dark times are head and there needs to be someone to herald the sun so I hope you don't mind if I do your old job for a while. At least until those dumbass cousins of mine free you."
As she released the feather it went up all at once and a warm breeze went through the room.
Seraphine shivered and leaned into the direction the breeze came from. "Love you too pops."