The Golden Trio were perplexed to say the least. They had been under the impression – what with the slander Harry had been facing and the ridiculous farce of a trial he had faced that summer – that the ministry would be sending an official of their own to pose as the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. At least, that's what Professor Dumbledore had hinted the week before the group had left Grimmauld Place.

Now, however, hushed conversations bounced about the walls of the Great Hall. Professor Dumbledore had just announced that their new Defence teachers would be arriving from America, and though they could not make it for the Welcoming Feast, they would be present for the first DADA lesson. The topic of conversation for most of the student body was the plural of 'they' that the Professor had used. Not 'he', not 'she', but 'they'. That meant there'd be more than one teacher.

The more ignorant of the students, who were willingly oblivious to Voldemort's return, were confused as to why they needed more than one teacher. Those who were on the side of the Dark Lord perked up, listening out for new information that could be helpful to their master. And those who were aware of the dangers that were now out in the UK, what with the return of said dark wizard, were anticipating the extra training this would provide, as that was no doubt Dumbledore's motive.

Needless to say, most of the students were very excited about the coming school week (something not many people could truthfully claim to be).

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'Do you think they'll be any good?' Ron asked Hermione, leaning forward over his desk. She turned around in her seat to face he and Harry, Neville beside her tuning into the conversation as she tapped his arm to get him involved.

'Well, what with the upcoming dangers, I can only assume they will be. Dumbledore would be really careful while screening the new teachers this year, considering the circumstances,' Hermione intoned. She left her doubts about the teachers unsaid… after all, in their four years at Hogwarts, only Professor Lupin had been a good teacher, and even he (as much as she hated to say it) was a questionable choice due to his 'furry little problem'. 'They're late though. Not the best start for the year…'.

Harry opened his mouth, about to reply, when he was cut off by the door slamming open. In walked, or rather prowled, three giant men. Not giant like Hagrid, there appeared to be no mixed heritage from the three. More giant in the fact that they were all exceptionally tall, especially to the still growing students as they sat at their desks.

The three men, one of whom was dressed differently than the other two, walked in step with each other – just like trained soldiers. They had an aura of intensity and danger about them, not dissimilar to Mad-Eye Moody's own aura.

It was evident to all the students in the room; the three men were exceptionally dangerous.

'Alright kiddos',' the man in the leather jacket said as they walked up to the front. The three stopped in front of the chalkboard, the tallest picking up chalk, while the one in the trench coat fell into position by the man (who was clearly the leader of the group).

He continued. 'My name is Dean Winchester. You will call me Dean, none of that professor crap,' he ordered, ignoring the raised eyebrows and gasps of the students. He pointed at the tallest man, who had diligently written the name on the board. 'This is my little brother Sammy. You will call him Sam, as only I call him Sammy.' He grinned at Sam cheekily, not oblivious to the swooning of the females who were now grasping just how handsome the new teachers were.

'And finally, this is Castiel,' Dean intoned, pointing to the man in the trench coat.

The man, strikingly handsome with exceptionally blue eyes, looked out at the students. Harry stiffened when the man's gaze stopped on him, and Hermione worried her bottom lip. Castiel's head tilted comically to the side, somewhat like a puppy's, as he continued to stare at Harry. His eyes swirled with wisdom, seemed to be further aged than his body.

'What?!' Harry snapped, unnerved by the attention from the tall man.

Castiel snapped out of his daze, and a small smile graced his beautiful face (queue more swooning). 'I'm sorry,' he said, his voice gravelly and shiver-inducing. He looked towards Dean, for the man had noticed the interaction and had paused his monologue. Hermione and Ron shared looks with Neville and Harry. Castiel didn't seem like he was apologising just for the staring, there was a deeper meaning behind the words.

The younger Winchester stepped forward. 'We have been invited by the Headmaster to teach Defence here because the Headmaster believes that you all need some more skill in dealing with… dangerous situations,' he informed the class. 'We can per-' he continued, before he was interrupted.

'Why should the Headmaster think that?' Pansy Parkinson asked, her nasal voice cutting over the deep timbre of Sam's. 'There's no reason we should do that, and I'm sure my parents would be disappointed to hear that the Headmaster is wasting resources on hiring three teachers for something so ridiculous!' she said, leaning back in her seat, crossing her arms with a smug smile stretched across her face. Many Gryffindor's that didn't want to believe the Dark Lord had returned silently agreed, Seamus Finnigan even visibly nodded his head – Pansy was sure her master would be happy that she was protecting his secret return.

Dean stepped forward, eyebrows furrowed. His tone dark, he snapped, 'Alright, let's get this clear. You've got an evil wizard running around the UK right now and we're here to teach you to protect yourselves.' Pansy looked as if she was about to reply, when Dean held his hand up. 'No, keep it schtum. I didn't ask for an answer, if you want to say anything, you will put your hand up like a good student.'

Sam took over. 'Look, we get it,' he said, looking at each and every student. 'You're scared; you don't want to admit that something so horrible is happening. But your Headmaster, he's a venerable wizard right? He's respected because he defeated a Dark Wizard, he's even known for being a genius. So why would you think that he's lying right now?' The students looked down at their desks, avoiding his gaze, but cogs were whirring in their heads.

'Not only that, but if it is true, then choosing to be oblivious will only hurt you. And, if you're right and he is lying, then extra training isn't going to harm you in any way is it?' Sam asked, smiling at the class.

Many of them looked less disagreeable now – though that may have been more because of Sam's smile and charisma, than his argument – and sat up straighter in their seats.

'Okay. So, this year you guys have your O. . That stand for Ordinary Wizarding Levels. You will work on the magic portion of this with Cas, because he can actually do your branch of magic. Me and Dean will be taking over your physical training. We will also be teaching you how to maim and kill creatures that have gone dark side. The three of us have decided that the best way to do this is to alternate lessons. Magic on Mondays, creature lore on Wednesdays, and physical on Fridays so that you can rest over the weekend.'

Dean stepped forward again, and the other two naturally flanked him. He looked out at the students. 'We will be training you for your own good. You may not believe that this dark lord douchebag is back, but our training will help you in life regardless. Any homework we give you will be necessary, and we will expect you to put effort in. We are here this year as a favour to a good friend, so don't waste our time.'

The school bell sounded through the classroom, indicating the end of the lesson. The students began to gather up their stuff, muttering amongst themselves. They were all planning to tell their friends about the three new professors, many of those with contacts planning to find out more about the Winchesters and their friend who was not given a last name.

'Harry Potter, if you could remain behind please? Your friends may stay too,' Castiel called out, before the Trio could leave the room.

The rest of the students left, Harry holding onto Neville's arm to keep him back. Neville, though surprised, didn't question it. Harry himself couldn't tell him why he felt the need to keep the clumsy boy in the room, but the young celebrity felt that he needed to keep Neville close.

'You and your closest friends are being offered extra training on Saturday's,' Sam informed them. 'Look, we get it man. Life is shit, especially when the world is riding on your ass. We've heard this Voldemort guy is really out for your blood, and that means that he'll go after your friends and family.'

Clearing his throat, Dean added, 'you don't have to do this training if you don't want to. The option is there though.'

The four students looked at each other, then moved over to the side. The general consensus was that the training would be beneficial, and Hermione intoned that she could find out more about the professors in this way.

After agreeing to the extra lessons, and telling the three professors that they would be provided with a list of students who would be present, the Gryffindor's left the room.

After the door had closed, Dean turned to his angel.

'How bad is it Cas?'

'Bad Dean. I believe that if you had seen what I had, you would be saying 'son of a bitch' right now,' Castiel said, tone grave.

'Son of bitch…'.

A/N so, this entire chapter was in the point of view of Hogwarts students, but the rest of the chapters will be from the point of view of the hunters+angel.