So, this is another story, but this one is different- It's a Supernatural and Harry Potter- but next gen for HP. Yeah, it features an OC. Ummm... Is it canon that Hermione becomes a stay at home mom or whatever? Or does she, like, become a Ministry worker? OH WELL! Hermione and Ginny are both teachers, and Harry and Ron are basically canon- aurors. HERE'S THE BIG THINGIE- Gabriel is alive! Well, it's not a really big thingie, as he never died, because he's the freaking trickster. You can't out trick a trickster.
Don't judge me. I have a crush on him.
So, Quinn is doing the disclaimer.
Q: Banana doesn't own anything or anyone except for me. She uses extreme creative license with the characters that do exist, and this will probably eventually become a bloody gay romance. Also, forgive her if she does things wrong, as in, she screws something canon up. Also, no actual hunting will be shown in this story, it will just be understood that I spent- what, how many years?- oh well, however many years with Moose and Squirrel.
"I'm gonna leave soon. Maybe go to America. I hear their much more modern than us." These were the words that changed my life. These were the words I said to my little brother Al as we sat out in the garden. It was Christmas dinner, and we were having it at Hermione's house. It was weird, I never called them 'Aunt' or anything. Always their names.
Anyway, my (Ravenclaw) brother Al, who is two years younger than me at eleven (Do the math. I'm thirteen.) didn't understand why I wanted to leave so bad. He didn't understand that I didn't like all the fame and such that I got for simply being the daughter of the boy-who-lived-twice. I didn't like all the girls trying to get close to me to meet my dad, or the ones who just wanted to up their popularity. Al didn't like it either, but he loves our family way too much. I love them, but they don't understand that I am a teenager. A teenager who cusses way too much, spends most of her time on the internet through a friends borrowed laptop, and dresses like I'm going to kill something.
Yeah, speaking of clothes, my parents want me to wear frilly dresses and skirts. It's to the point of mom wanting to throw out every pair of jeans and every single t-shirt that I own. She actually thinks she has... but I hid some under my bed. I wear the frilly crap around my parents, but on weekends at school I ignore my mom and wear jeans.
So, back to our conversation.
"How are you gonna get over there? You still have the trace on your wand, and you'll never get plane tickets!" Al exclaimed, wondering how I would do this without getting caught.
"See, that's were Kale comes in. He gets me the paperwork saying I'm visiting my dad over there, he gets me the passport, and he pays my way. And I have a little secret for the trace- look at my ring." As Al peered at my ring, I thought about Kale.
A friend of mine- actually the one who got me on Tumblr- he deals in stuff like that. Fake papers and passports especially. He was something called a hunter, and tried to kill me when we first met, before I convinced him I wasn't evil. Then I helped him catch the vampire he was hunting and we became besties.
"That's a focus ring! How did you get it?" He said. The ring itself was silver with a green stone in the middle.
You see, what a focus ring does is act like a wand, only easier and more discreet. As they are widely popular in Japan but virtually unheard of here, they do not have the trace, the tacker for underage wizards and witches.
"Kale." I said by way of explanation, and he simply nodded. Al was the one I confided in, even though James was the one closest to my age. In all honesty, James lived up to his namesake- arrogant and bratty. Even though mum and dad tried not to spoil us, we got more than children in a normal household, simply because that was what was expected. For some reason, he thought this put him above everyone else, and he actually took some of the old pureblood ways, such as he was better than others because he was rich. I wouldn't be surprised if Draco's son Scorpius had taught this too him, even if by accident.
Anyway, Al is the one closer to me intellectually. He didn't care much for playing quidditch, which made him useless in James's eyes, and he preferred to read a book rather than run around. This meant that while his friends were outside having snowball fights, he was either in his common room or the library.
"But, I'm going to try hunting, and you are going to be my research monkey, okay?" He nodded, knowing what I meant. I could always call some of Kale's friends, such as Bobby Singer, but it would make it easier to have a private one.
Silently I began to crawl back inside. The reason I had to crawl was because I had a room that had a window that let out onto the roof. Since I oiled the window, the roof became my escape from the crowded living rooms and overly loud family. They would never think to look here, as I was the 'perfect child' who would 'never do anything wrong.' Don't ask me why they think that- it's obviously Lily, the annoying nine year old sister who tells on you whenever you get an extra cookie from the cookie jar.
Anyway... yeah. Hunting.
"Soon, as in, day after tomorrow. For the love of whoever you find holy, don't tell anyone where I am unless I don't call you for over a week. Then assume I'm dead and tell everyone I'm in a nameless grave in America. Or some ashes on the wind. Or a- I'll stop now. Maybe I'll have someone call you if I die." I said with a small smile. I stopped and hugged Al when I noticed his face steadily growing paler and paler.
"I'll call you every week, okay? Probably more, cause' your the monkey!" He laughed at this, and I decided that I would call him monkey from now on.
"Let's go inside." He said, and I nodded. I was getting cold, even though I don't get cold easily. I was wearing jeans and a hoodie, but I could see my breath. Cold.
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I looked around the room, committing everyone's joyful faces to memory. I was leaving tomorrow, and it would be a while before I saw them again, if ever.
"Present time!" Hermione told us, yelling over the chatter. I smiled at Lily's excited squeals, and at Rose's laughter as James tripped over his own feet.
As presents were distributed, there was a running count of how many presents each person got. The final totals were-
Lily- 15
Al- 13
Rose-13
James-10
Me- 9
I didn't really care how many I got, as my rule for presents was simple- the older you got, the less you get, but the more expensive it is. Going by that logic, mine would be the most expensive of the lot, and most likely the best quality.
Opening everything on three, I saw my predictions were right. Lily had gotten several dresses, a toy broom, and a teddy among other things. Rose had mostly books and dresses, and Al had books, a potions set, and a computer from me. Everyone seemed a bit surprised at this, but excepted it. He was the only one who knew exactly why I gave him that.
Back on topic, James had a new broom, a phone, and some other things. Mine were the best in my opinion- a new TARDIS blanket, a charm bracelet, a broom, a computer, an Iphone, and a box with a false bottom on it from Al.
I went around taking pictures with the magically enhanced phone, which was created by a muggleborn who realized how behind the wizarding world really was. Of course, it was made in America, because those people couldn't live without their devices and electricity.
It was as I was walking that I noticed the front page of the paper today- ATTACK ON WIZARDING FAMILIES
Recent attacks on Wizarding families have been suspected to be done by a group modeling themselves on Death Eaters, Voldemort's followers. More details on page 3.
It was probably nothing. I shoved the thoughts of it from my mind, as it was time for dinner, and sat down for a lovely Christmas meal.
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I threw my duffle bag out the opened window into the bushes. It contained most of my tee shirts and jeans, as well as some books about supernatural creatures and a knife that was in the bottom of the box from Al. Speaking of Al, he was sitting on my bed, staring at me with a sad expression.
"Well... I guess this is goodbye then." He said, sounding on the edge of tears.
I crossed to my bed, hugging him. "Every week, probably more, Monkey. I love you."
"Love you too. See ya soon." I smiled at him, and walked back to my window. I would miss Al, but the Hunting life was calling to me.
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I walked around the airport, looking for two guys with my name on it. Apparently Kale called in some favors, talked to Bobby, and bam, I'm getting hunter training with the Winchesters. Sam and.. Dean? I think that was it.
The plane ride over was uneventful. No one tried to stop me, and I got food from a kind flight attendant. I only had my duffel, so it went on with little fuss. I wasn't exactly sure why the knife didn't get caught, but maybe it had enchantments on it or something.
I saw a freakishly tall guy with long hair holding a sign with my name on it- Quinnlyn Potter. I hate my name, by the way. But again, my parents wanted me to be called that at school, and god forbid the other kids call me Quinn or Lynn, so I had to deal with it.
"You Quinnlyn?" The shorter of the two, with green eyes and short hair, asked n a gruff voice.
"It's Quinn, but yeah. You the Winchesters?"
"Yes. Welcome aboard the crazy train going nowhere fast." He said and I smiled.
"I'm Dean, and this is Sam."
"Nice to meet ya'." I nodded to Sam, and we walked off to a 1967 Chevy Impala.
"Nice car." I smiled at Dean, and he looked at Sam, as if to say, I like this one. That was the start of a long and hard adventure. I Wouldn't miss it for the world.
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And that's a wrap! The next chapter will be flashes of her time with the Winchester, as opposed to having every episode rewritten with her in them. After that, the real stuff happens! The random symbols are line breaks, products of my holding shift down and raking my hands across the keys.
I must say, this is the longest chapter I've ever written- three pages in openoffice. The next chapter will be shorter, and the rest will be about the same length.
Cya soon! *_*_*_* Nixxie.