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"Seriously, ANOTHER potions class? With those Slytherins?" Ron complained. "We've already had, like, zero! According to Fred and George, and Percy, and Charlie, Snape is this biased, Slytherin-loving Death Eater! It's given me at least half of my nightmares!"

"Calm down, Ron! I'm sure it'll be okay!" Harry sighed.

"We'll learn something, at least. I memorized three hundred common potions ingredients… I hope I haven't forgotten any," Hermione said breathlessly. "Oh look, we're here!"

Her excitement faded as soon as she saw the door. "You sure this is the right place? There's no one here, and it's kind of… dark."

"We're early, Hermione, by twenty minutes," Ron muttered.

"That's dungeons for you!" a cheerful voice announced at the same time. Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned to see four first years walking down the corridor.

"I'll admit, though, it's not the worst dungeon I've seen," the same person remarked. The trio noticed it was the _. Ron idly wondered what his name was. Donald, Dylan, or something?

"You're Dean, right, and that's your younger twin brother Sam?" Hermione asked. Of course she remembered who they were. She probably paid attention during the Sorting, instead of waiting around nervously. She had been one of the first names to be called, though.

"Gryffindors, right?" Harry said. That was one thing he could remember. Since they shared a room with Dean, Sam, Neville, and Ron, Harry had sort of met them. Of course, they barely had time to talk before the twins crashed onto their beds, almost literally, and fell asleep.

Their conversation had gone along the lines of: "Hi. I'm Dean, this is my younger twin Sam, we're tired, do not disturb, good night," from Dean, and "Yeah, what he said, bye," from Sam. Harry hadn't even had time to process the fact that someone had spoken to him without "Ooh it's Harry Potter the Boy-Who-Lived!" before they were snoring.

"Yep," Sam replied, popping the "p".

"And what about those two?" Ron asked nervously. He didn't like the way one of them was eyeing him, like a 'Fred-and-George-are-planning-on-pranking-you' type of look. He had seen enough from his twin brothers. The other one was sort of just staring blankly ahead, as if he wasn't paying attention to anything. Ron was pretty sure he was listening to everything, though.

"Slytherin?" Hermione questioned.

"Junior Death Eaters?!" Ron screeched. "Harry, they're after you!" He stuck himself protectively in front of his friend.

"No one eats Death," one of the Slytherin was saying matter-of-factly. Hermione thought he sounded very serious, and probably believed what he was saying. He was also taking everything literally, for some odd reason.

"There is Death, the Horseman of the Apocalypse, but I believe that is not who you are referring to."

Ron stared at the Slytherin. "You're joking, right?"

"He does not joke!" Sam and Dean yelled while the Slytherin said "I do not joke."

Sam and Dean burst out into laughter, while the Slytherin looked at him. Ron eyed the Slytherin's twin brother, who was munching on a piece of candy.

"Licorice wands taste so good!" he exclaimed. "We haven't been properly introduced yet, but I'm Gabriel, and this is my younger twin brother Castiel. These are Sam and Dean. Want one?" Gabriel offered a licorice wand to Ron, who was about to take it before looking at Gabriel cautiously.

"How do I know you haven't poisoned it?" he asked suspiciously.

"Well if you don't want it, then here you go!" Gabriel tossed the licorice wand to Dean, who caught it and bit into it. Dean chewed it slowly, before swallowing.

"You sure there aren't any pie flavored candies, by any chance?" he asked. "Licorice tastes kind of weird."

"I have a pie," Gabriel announced, handing a giant pie to Dean. Dean accepted the pie graciously, then stumbled, dropping it. "Dude, why is this so heavy?!" he asked.

"I have a few questions," Hermione began, sounding like some reporter. "One, where did you get the pie that is almost three feet in diameter -" "Two feet, eleven point four inches," Castiel said. Hermione shot him a look that said 'shut up'. Naturally, he didn't notice. "Two, if it's that heavy, how did you carry it?"

"Hermione… well, you have probably learned by now, there is something called magic. Ever heard of it?" Gabriel smirked, eating a chocolate bar that said "Hershey's" on the label.

"That's a muggle candy!" Hermione said, pointing to the Hershey's bar.

"What's a muggle?" Dean asked automatically. "Is it some sort of vampire? Does it have sharp teeth? Is it evil?"

"Huh?" Harry stared at him. "Never mind, I think some of the other students are arriving."

The seven of them waited in silence as the rest of the class came and stood in front of the frankly large doors to the Potions classroom. That is, until Draco Malfoy arrived.

By this time, Gabriel was eating his… seventh Acid Pop? Hermione decided that he had a bag with an Undetectable Extension Charm. Probably his school bag, or he had some other hidden accessory. He certainly was very sneaky, too, because Hermione couldn't figure out where the candies were located.

"Castiel and Gabriel, huh?" Malfoy asked. "What are you doing, consorting with lowly Gryffindors like Mudblood and Weasel here? Oh, yeah, and the oh-so-famous Boy-Who-Lived?"

"Junior Death Eater," Ron whispered to Harry. "His dad's in the Ministry, a really important position. He's trying to ban the Muggle Protection Laws that my dad's trying to make."

"And… these two. Winchester, was it? Never heard the name, so you must be mudbloods as well."

"Don't call them mudbloods, you filthy scum!" Ron screamed at Draco. "Don't you dare call Hermione a mudblood either!"

"I'm not the one that wears hand-me-downs, and has a partially broken wand. Anyway, that's what they are. Mudbloods."

"He means muggle-born," Gabriel explained. "Mudblood is a bit extreme."

"Who asked for your opinion?" Draco asked haughtily. "My father is -"

"A complete jerk," Sam replied. When everyone stared at him, he tilted his head. "Judging by his clothes, pompous expression, and his demeanor, ick."

"I agree wholeheartedly," Dean nodded.

"Who asked for your opinion?" Draco asked again. "I'm -"

"Draco Malfoy, Jerk Supreme. Mind you, he's not as bad as that shapeshifter who just loved to reenact those monster movies," Dean dismissed Malfoy.

"Who asked for -" he began again.

"Is that what he starts all his sentences with?" Castiel asked suddenly. Harry, Ron, and Hermione jumped. They definitely forgot that particular kid was still there.

"No!" Draco yelled.

"I meant all his complete sentences."

Draco sighed. "I might have to kick you out of Slytherin."

"You don't have the power, or authority to do that. From what I remember, despite many attempts to remove people from one of Hogwarts' houses have all proved unsuccessful."

"If I can't get you out of Slytherin, then I'll have you expelled."

"And how exactly would you do that? You know no spells, because, like us, you are a first year. If you're talking about your two buddies over there, then think again."

Draco had an unsuccessful staring contest with Castiel, finally looking away.

"Acid Pop?" Gabriel asked, holding out a piece of candy. Draco glared at it, then knocked it out of Gabriel's hand as hard as he could. Faster than anyone could see - and the entire class was there by now, Gabriel dashed over and caught it.

"If you didn't want it, you could have told me!" he exclaimed. "Would you like a Fizzing Whizbee instead?"

Draco could only look at Gabriel murderously, but Gabriel seemed completely unaffected. Harry shuddered - if that glare were directed at him, he probably would have turned and left immediately.

"I'll take that as a yes," Gabriel said, putting the Fizzing Whizbee into Draco's hand. Actually, he put it onto Draco's clenched, shaking fist, and unfortunately, it fell onto the ground because of that.

The Fizzing Whizbee began flying around the corridor, and sadly, that was the moment Professor Snape chose to arrive. The candy flew right past his head, before bouncing off a wall. Professor Snape ducked, and the candy flew into one of Draco's Slytherin goons - Goyle and Crabbe, if Hermione remembered correctly. The Fizzing Whizbee bounced off of Goyle's head, then flew into Crabbe's mouth.

"It tastes good!" Crabbe exclaimed. Goyle looked at Crabbe's mouth longingly, as if he wanted one as well.

"What are you doing out here? Class started three minutes ago! I expect you all to be on time next class," the livid professor said.

The class entered the room, most of them glancing around nervously. Professor Snape did not have the best eleven-year-old friendly decorations.

AN: Attempt at writing a Supernatural and Harry Potter crossover! Of course, these are all one shots, and hopefully, after writing many, they will be placed into chronological order. If anyone would like to write a one shot for this particular story, that would be very appreciated! Send me a PM, and we can discuss this more. Next chapter will be out whenever I have a brilliant idea, and finish writing it. Hope you enjoyed, and Happy Late Chinese New Year!

.February 22, 2018