Yes, this is a Dean/Luna fic. I know, it's a little strange but I had a lot of fun writing this. I'm not sure if I'm going to continue writing this, so if you want me to keep writing this then please tell me!

Just some info for this fic that you all should read: This takes place after Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Luna is about Dean's age but Dean and Sam are still the Sam age as they are in the series.

Warning: Spoilers for any of the Harry Potter books and possibly some spoilers for Supernatural if I continue to write this. Oh, and language.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of Supernatural or Harry Potter.

Chapter 1

Magic

"What the hell?" Dean said as he looked at the strange ally way. He couldn't have thought that anything could be weirder then traveling by chimney but this definitely was. He couldn't believe what he was looking at. It was a long ally, paved with shops and people. It could've been just a normal ally but it was far from it. There were shops that sold wands, broomsticks, and owls. And the people were dressed like they were going to a Dungeons and Dragons convention. What the hell did Bobby get them into?

"This…is weird." Sam said as he also peered down the long ally way full of British nut jobs.

"I thought Bobby said that we were going to a cult hide out?" Dean asked, remembering back to a yesterday when Bobby had called them up saying that there seemed to be a country wide magic cult in Britain. They were able to get a flight to London fairly quickly where they met up with a hunter named Dan who had gone undercover when he discovered the cult. And that's when he told them about chimney travel. Dean had no idea how he even figured that out but if they could travel by freaking chimneys then there was some serious occult magic going down.

But what they weren't expecting was to see witches that looked like they belonged in The Wizard of Oz.

Dean decided to flip out his cell phone to tell Bobby what they discovered. He was about to dial his number when they phone started turning on and off. When he finally got it to stay on he discovered that there were no bars whatsoever. Now how the hell were they going to get out of this place?

"No signal." Dean told Sam and put the phone back in his pocket.

"That's not good. Maybe something about this place is blocking electricity…it looks like the 1800's here." Sam said and flinched when a creepy looking woman dressed up like the Wicked Witch of the West looked at him and scowled.

"Guess we look out of place." Sam said, fixing his jacket.

Dean nodded, not liking the whole feel of Digon-Drexel-Dragon, whatever it was called ally. His stomach still felt wacked up from arriving chimney sweeper style and he wasn't in the mood for crackpot people who got lost on their way to Comic-Con.

"Are you sure this is ligit? I mean, seriously. Look at these people!" Dean said and Sam shot him a look that clearly told him that he was being way too loud.

"Nah, Bobby wouldn't send us all the way to Britain if it wasn't serious. And we did just travel by chimney so I think this is real." Sam said and they started walking down the alley that headed diagonally.

"Okay then, let's have a little look around." Dean said and pointed to the left. "You go that way, check in the stores. I'll got this way." He said while pointing to the right. "We'll meet back in front of the giant messed up bank in twenty minutes." Sam nodded and headed left while Dean looked for a store to check out.

Dean kept walking, trying to get through the crowd of people. His little brother was right; they did stick out in the crowd. Most people were either wearing witch's hats or robes. He frowned when he saw a bunch of kids speed by him, wearing robes and peering through shop windows. These sick people actually brought kids into this? Dean hoped that they could stop this cult thing before it reached across the world.

Dean stopped when he spotted a store that seemed to draw him in. He looked through the display windows and saw books floating and pages turning by themselves. This wasn't any magic that Dean had seen before which made him doubt that this was real even more. He quickly looked away, not wanting to look even more out of place then he already was.

He opened the lopsided door and a bell went off as he walked in. Ugh, why did he choose the book store? Sammy was the one that did all the reading! Dean sighed and figured it was for the best.

He walked past many bookshelves, looking at the books that inhabited that them. There were Defense Against the Dark Arts books (whatever that was), Transfiguration for First Years, and many other books that seemed directed towards teaching these people there form of occult magic.

Dean kept strolling through the shelves, being careful not to get hit by books that kept moving themselves off the shelf and flying onto other shelves.

He stopped when he spotted the History section of books. He figured it would be a good idea to skim through them to see how long these people have been doing this "magic" for.

Dean grabbed one off the crooked shelf that read The History of Magic on the side of the binding. The book was old, dust piling on the front, and red with the title written in gold. He slowly opened to the first page, being careful not to tear any of the pages, and looked at the table of contents.

And those were some weird table of contents. It listed weird things about different kinds of magic that Dean had never heard of in his experience of hunting. These people used a wand, which was a very old and odd technique in doing magic, and they even had a school where they taught kids how to use magic!

He kept on skimming through books, questioning yet again whether all this was real or not, when he heard a small voice speak next to him.

"That is a very interesting read. I enjoyed learning about how all of it started." Dean looked up from the book to see a girl, probably around his age or younger, with light blonde hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a blue sweater, pink jeans, and…radish earrings? Who the hell was this girl?

"Uh, yeah, it's quite interesting." Dean said, closing the book gently.

"Oh, you're an American. That's quite fascinating. I've never met an American before." She said, a smile spreading across her pale and fragile looking face.

Dean nodded, unsure of what to say. Was this girl a part of the cult? She had to be, she knew all about this stuff. And the face that Dean could see what looked like a wooden wand sticking out of her back pocket.

"I'm Luna. Luna Lovegood," She said and extended a petite hand. Dean put the book back on the shelf and shook her hand, being careful not to shake too hard.

"Dean Winchester," He said and almost smacked himself in the face once he realized he told her his real name. Why did he do that?

"So, did you go to Hogwarts?" she asked and Dean looked at her nervously. Hogwarts? What the hell was that? Wait, the book mentioned something about a school where kids went to learn magic…Was that Hogwarts? He thought it was worth a shot. But before he could answer Luna started speaking again. "No, I don't remember seeing you. I remember almost everyone I went to school with at Hogwarts."

Dean nodded hesitantly, unsure of what to say. "Uh, yeah, I didn't go to Hogwarts…"

"Are you a Muggle-born?" she asked, blue eyes wide with curiosity.

Dean wasn't sure how he could weasel out of this one. She seemed nice enough to trust but hunting his whole life had taught Dean to never trust a book by its cover. And he did realize the irony of that considering they were in a bookshop. He stood there for a moment, thinking things over, and then decided to just play dumb and see where that got him.

"Muggle?" he repeated in a questioning manner.

Luna tilted her head in curiosity, not looking surprised at all that he didn't know what the hell that was. "A Muggle is a non-magical person. A Muggle-born is someone who is magical but was born from Muggles. And if you don't know what a Muggle is then you probably just found out about magic, didn't you?"

Dean nodded, scratching the back of his head. "Uh, yeah. Guess, the 'rents never wanted to tell me."

"I'm surprised that no one told you. Usually witches and wizards from magical schools come to you to explain magic. Your parents must have found a way to keep you under the radar." Luna said, still smiling a cute but fairly weird way. It was like she was off in her own land even though she seemed to be listening intently.

Dean nodded then thought of a great idea. He could use that story to get information out of her. He could try and figure out what this whole magical cult thing was.

Dean frowned slightly. This Luna chick seemed fairly strange but has been very nice to him. What kind of girl like this would want to get mixed up in satanic magic?

"How about you and I get something to eat and you can tell me all about this…magic stuff." Dean said with his charm winning smile.

Luna looked at him, as if deciding what to do. "You seem…different, Dean Winchester." She said with an 'hmmm' face.

Dean froze, hoping that she hadn't just figured out that he wasn't a part of this cult thing. Who knows what could happen if that was to happen. Satanic sacrifice was one thing that came to mind.

"I like different." She said with a faint smile. Dean let out a small sigh, relived that she hadn't figured him out.

"Follow me," she said as she started to head out of the book store. Dean followed, ducking as a book came flying at his head.

"So, where are we going?" Dean asked, avoiding stares that were cast his way.

"I'm not sure but I hope there's pudding."

Dean smiled and said, "Yeah, pudding's good."

Okay, please review if you want me to keep writing this story! Thanks for taking the time to read this and I hope you all liked it!