Harry Potter and the Supernatural Philosopher's Stone
Sam Winchester always knew he wasn't a normal boy, there had been a lot of signs pointing to just that, apart from the fact that he a bit tall for his age and had dopey brown long hair that did not want to sit at peace no matter what he tried to do with it, there had been many times when Sam became aware of just how not normal he was from his ability to do things that most people couldn't and also his weird but wonderful mind that just made him that much just more unnatural he was but there was definitely one thing that set the bar above the rest for how Sam became aware just how not normal he was.
It all began when he noticed that one after one without any warning at all, his goldfish seemed to suddenly burst into flames just within days of Sam receiving them, almost like it were a curse or something weird like that. He could still remember how his last goldfish, goldie - give him a break, he was only eight - and how one second, goldie was swimming away in his little bowl, completely ignoring the fish food that Sam had already lain out for him and the next second both goldie and the bowl were up flames, a sudden change in character that had caused Sam to become rather afraid of fish when it happened for the third time in a row with goldie the third.
And Sam could have lived with that, really he could but then on his ninth birthday, he started to experience some really weird dreams almost like they were on constant repeat of a women, his own mother being trapped in a rage of fire as it burned her to her very last core, something that terrified Sam but he didn't share it with anyone for fear that he they would think he was some sort of freak or something strange like that.
But it wasn't until his tenth birthday that Sam Winchester found out the truth, the dreams weren't just dreams, they were premonitions, in which the things within them actually happened and it was on that cold and blustery November second when Sam realised just how graphically real his premonitions could become, he could still hear it now, the screams eliciting from a female body, that of his mothers as she was burnt to death, the anguish of his father's cries and his own small sobs that sounded weird to his own ears, like he shouldn't be allowed to cry when his mother was dead and it was all his fault because he should have known it was real.
But he didn't and Sam knew now that he would have to live with that regret for the rest of his life, as long as the regret didn't kill him first.
May 2nd 1992 - Sam's 11th Birthday
"Happy Birthday you great moose"
Was the chorus of cheers that erupted from his elder brother Dean that morning upon Sam awakening from yet another night of tossing and turning that ended with him screaming to the heavens fifteen times to just stop letting him re-see his mother's death over and over again but he knew that was the curse that he would have to pay for not telling anyone about his dreams. It would just have to be that way.
Sam faked a smile at this, knowing that it would do nothing more than shut up his brother who had been acting strangely over the past couple of weeks, in-fact Sam was pretty sure that Dean had been acting weird for over four years now, ever since he had gotten some letter from a fancy posh school up north that wanted him to come study at there school, he could still remember how happy Dean had been that day, jumping up and down on the spot, a large smile on his face and a jig in his step, he had said something about finally hearing though Sam had no idea Dean had even applied to some posh school, in-fact Dean was so the opposite of posh seeing as how he barfed so loudly at the dinner table that he sent plates rattling in their cabinets and had the audacity to pick his nose then wipe it on Sam's shoulder.
"Thanks Dean but really it's just another birthday, it's not like anything all that exciting can happen this year apart from dad getting his head stuck in the freezer again trying to find the ice cream and the fire brigade getting called at two am to come hack him out. That was fun the first couple of times it happened."
Sam was referring to the fact that despite being a grown man and responsible, Sam and Dean's father John Winchester was a changed man, had been for a few years now round about the same time that Dean had started going to the posh private school, their father had a normal habit of getting his head stuck in the freezer ever year on Sam's birthday and would always try to annoy Sam as much as he could almost like he was trying to see what reaction he might get out of him, not that that was really ever going to work with Sam seeing as how he didn't like to make much of a fuss about anything and birthday's were definitely one of these things.
"Oh come on Sammy" Dean smirked, bringing his hand out to pull Sam out of his bed, "Dad has his funny side too but today is definitely a special day for you, you're finally eleven, isn't that exciting?"
Sam could see the light dancing in Dean's eyes as he finally allowed his older brother to drag him out of bed but rather than answer with words, Sam just shrugged, it wasn't actually exciting to know that he was turning another year older when not that long ago his own mother had died because of him, it wasn't like he could turn back the clock and actually stop her from dying, that was it, it was over so being excited about his birthday wasn't high on his priority list at this moment in time.
Dean's eyes began to dim at Sam's shrug but he immediately sparked back up again just like a new light-bulb and a bigger smile crossed his features, one that read you won't be saying that for much longer Sammy, Sam himself hated that nickname but Dean insisted on calling him it just to annoy him, at least he was pretty sure that was the reason.
"Okay Dean and why exactly won't be shrugging again for much longer, it's only my eleventh birthday, it's not like anything exciting does happen on this birthday, I'm not exactly old enough to do stuff by myself yet or even go out without someone chaperoning me, in which that is getting so old and..."
Dean chose that moment to silence Sam by placing two fingers against Sam's lips and making a shushing motion with his other hand, one that Sam could only glare at, arms coming to cross themselves across his chest, he was so sick of Dean treating him like a baby and making him shush just because he could.
But in the next minute, Sam's arms came away from his chest as Dean finally let his fingers fall from his lips and reached into the back pocket of his blue denim jeans, looking Sam square in the eye, with an almost serious look now in his eyes.
"Now Sammy..."
"It's Sam"
"Sammy" Dean carried on, almost as if he hadn't been interrupted, the serious look still fresh in his eyes and a new gleam beginning to take over in the green of his brother's irises.
"I have something in my hand that I'm about to share with you and I think that before I do share this with you, I think that you need to understand something very important, something that Mum would've wanted you to know before she died."
Sam's mouth fell open at that moment, Dean hadn't even been anywhere around when their mum had died and even though John had told Dean about it, he put it down to an accident but now Dean seemed to be speaking almost as if he knew more than he was letting on.
"Yes Sam, I know that mum really died, I know it wasn't an accident, you see something Sam, something you have to understand is that Mum was murdered."
Murdered, the words rang strong and true in Sam's ears almost like it were his own name, he knew that eventually he might experience someone telling him he was a murderer for killing his own mother but never did he expect it to come from his own brothers lips, that was something else altogether, that was something he wasn't sure how to react to.
"Dean I..."
Dean looked down into Sam's eyes that minute and it cut Sam short, it didn't really look like he wanted to give Sam into trouble after all, it was like something else but he just couldn't understand what, there had to be something else to this story. Something that no-one, not even Sam knew.
"Sam" And now Dean was looking a bit hurried, almost as if he couldn't get the words out faster than he already could, I know who murdered mum and it wasn't you Sam, it wasn't you at all, you didn't do anything wrong, you're smarter than anyone can give you credit for. Now Sam I don't have much time so listen to me, Sam there is a letter in my hands addressed to you and it gives you a list of who you really are and what you need to do and I want you to do as I say Sam, do you understand me Sam?"
"Dean, you're kind of scaring me."
"Do you understand me Sam?" Dean looked more scared and worried now, less like the happy, go easy, carefree guy from only minutes ago who had been calling him moose and telling him to be excited about his birthday, this Dean was new and it scared Sam but he knew he had to be strong, if only for Dean so he nodded.
"Okay Sam, I want you to take this" And with that Dean thrust a pale white crunched letter into Sam's hand before closing Sam's hand over the letter in question.
"But don't open it here, you must wait till you get to the Novak's, do I make myself clear?" When Sam could do no more than nod again, Dean hurried on quickly hurrying over to Sam's closet and yanking the door open, disappearing inside to grab a few items before coming out again, talking as he moved.
"I've already spoke to Cas and he's happy to receive you on the other end once you arrive but you must be very careful not to get out at the wrong one or do something stupid and you must promise me that you won't just give information out to random strangers because that wouldn't be too good."
Dean was now hunting through Sam's drawers, a rucksack now at his feet and a few things already inside, the rucksack already beginning to bulk slightly from the weight within it but Sam was more paying attention to Dean, trying to figure out if his brother was okay, or if he was having some sort of mental breakdown.
"And I've said to Cas not to worry about me, just to wait a couple of days and I'll be there once I help dad but until then you're not safe here where there's too many normal people around, no they wouldn't understand it at all plus dad would go crazy and you know how that would all end up."
Dean finished riffling through all of Sam's drawers at last shutting the t-shirt drawer and hurrying to the wardrobe, yanking out a few jackets and pairs of shoes that he too stuffed into the rucksack, looking all over the room to make sure that nothing was amiss, something that he must have noticed for the next second, he was hurrying over to Sam's cupboard and yanking out a few books, photos and pens and stuffing them into the rucksack as well, a sweating smile on his face.
"Do you understand what I need you to do Sam?"
At that Dean finally stopped rushing from side to side, looking right at Sam and Sam continued to stare back at him, finally glad that Dean had stopped moving, he could stop feeling sick from the fast paced Dean and try his hardest to concentrate on what Dean was trying to explain to him.
"Not really, why do I need to go and stay with someone who I don't even know, what the heck is going on seriously? Dean why am I just being shipped off like this and what is in this letter?"
Dean smile turned grave that second and he stared right into Sam's eyes, Dean's own green eyes popping with a sudden determination that Sam had never seen before and he was slightly scared by.
"Sam do you trust me?"
"Dean I..."
And that was the moment that everything went green.
What happened, is Dean okay and what about Sam?
Will we ever find out what Dean was blabbering on about?
Find out in the next instalment of Harry Potter and the Supernatural Philosopher's Stone.
Until then, signing off
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