Demons and Dementors
A Supernatural/Harry Potter Crossover Fanfiction
Authors Note: I don't own anything associated with 'Supernatural' OR Harry Potter! All rights belong to their respectful owners. I am just a fan
Chapter One
Lizzie sat at a table inside a run down motel room; the paint slowly peeling off the faded avocado colored walls, thin films of dust layered the furniture and curtains on the windows. Lizzie had been in nicer hotels before, but then again, she had been traveling with her boyfriend, Sam Winchester, and his brother Dean for no more than three months now, and they usually got by using stolen credit cards and false aliases, so it was better than having to live on the streets any day.
She had been reading an old textbook that she had used when she was in school; Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, while waiting for Sam and Dean to return with dinner. They had been looking for a case to work on for three days since they arrived in a small town in Orgeon, and so far, Lizzie had come up empty-handed.
There was a clicking sound as the door handle turned and Dean and Sam walked in, carrying bags with a fast food restaurant insignia on it, as well as a cardboard drink holder, which was carrying plastic cups with flimsy plastic tops on them.
Lizzie closed her book as she got up from her chair to greet them. Lizzie threw her arms around Sam's neck and kissed him full on the lips. Sam set down the food and drink tray as he responded by hugging Lizzie tightly and kissing her back.
"Did you find any jobs that might sound like our thing," she said as she etched quotation marks in mid air, with her index and middle fingers, as she pulled a wrapped cheeseburger out of one of the brown paper bags, unwrapped it, and bit into it, making noises that Lizzie like to call "yummy sounds."
"Actually," said Sam, as he took a sip from one of the cups in the cardboard drink tray. "I did find something – It's really interesting." Sam handed a thick newspaper to his girlfriend. Lizzie took a sip of her drink, and gazed at the front page. The headline read:
Police Investigate Strange Neurological Illness
"Apparently," said Sam, as Lizzie read through the article. "People are suffering from depression, sleep apnea, memory loss," "I thought you said this was our kind of thing," said Lizzie raising her eyebrows. "It's not just that," said Sam. "The local hospital did at least two hundred EEGs and sleep studies on patients exhibiting these symptoms and could find absolutely nothing neurologically wrong with them!" "And the depression?" asked Lizzie, as she folded the newspaper. "Well, each of the patients also went though a psychological evaluation after having the EEG and sleep study done," said Sam.
"And?" asked Lizzie as she took another bite of her cheeseburger. "They all failed. It was like they were complete shells of the people they used to be and this isn't a very big town," Sam added.
Lizzie nodded. "Uh, have there been any deaths?" she asked. "Not as I can tell," said Sam. "However, I think we should go to the hospital tomorrow and interview some of the patients.
"Sure," said Lizzie said. "Good idea."
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The next morning, Sam, Dean, and Lizzie got dressed in professional suits, and drove to the hospital for the patient interviews. "I just hope that they are at least in a fit state to answer questions," said Lizzie as she tucked her FBI badge into the inside pocket of her blazer.
"Stay positive," said Sam as Lizzie helped him with his necktie.
"Let's go," said Dean, as they left the motel room.