Author's Note: I've been thinking about doing this for a while and I'm finally getting around to it! I've drawn inspiration from the HP movies and books, Supernatural as a whole and the art by There won't be any pairings until a little later on. Also, I'm shit at summaries.

Summary: Dean and Sam Winchester are brothers descended from a respected wizarding family and a muggle-born Auror. It's no surprise when Dean gets his letter, and a year later Sam gets his. There's something about the brothers that has dark wizards and witches all over the nation stirring, but few have any idea what it is. Their journey through Hogwarts starts steady but they're soon caught up in a whirlwind of danger. Rated T for mature themes and bad language.

Pairings: Sam/Ruby, Bobby/Crowley, eventual Dean/Cas

Prologue:

1983

The kids were already tucked in and Mary hadn't been asleep long when John left the house. He's been summoned by the Ministry on an emergency call. There'd been a sudden spike in the activity of dark wizards and they needed all hands on deck immediately. He didn't feel very comfortable leaving his family at such a time, but he knew he'd be more useful elsewhere. At least he thought so at the time. What he wasn't aware of was that his family has been found.

He didn't know why they were after his sons, but since they'd been born, the two had drawn a lot more attention than anyone had expected. They were widely rumoured to have great potential, however right now there were helpless and vulnerable. Mary was a talented witch, but there was only so much she'd be able to do on her own.

A slight noise, just a tiny popping sound, was what woke Mary Winchester that night. Her intuition was what drew her out of bed and into the nursery. She hadn't seen or heard John leave, so when she walked into the room, she assumed the dark figure standing by the crib was her husband.

"John?" she called out to him sleepily. "Is something wrong?"

The figure hushed her, and she was about to climb back into bed when she spotted a note on the John's pillow.

Got a call from the Ministry.

Be back by morning.

Love you,

John xoxox

Without a moment's hesitation, she grabbed her wand from the bedside table and rushed back to the nursery. Holding it out, she shouted at the figure still standing over her younger son, Sam.

"Step away from him," she tried to keep her voice steady, but it wavered slightly. The dark figure turned and she jolted back at the sight of his eyes. "You…"

She shot a curse his way but it was easily deflected. A red blast sent her wand flying out of her hand. She found herself pinned to the wall by an unseen force and her feet began to leave the floor as her assailant levitated her off the ground.

Happy to have been let off early, John returned just in time to hear his wife's screams. He couldn't run fast enough to get to the nursery. When he entered the nursery, fire erupted above him, engulfing the ceiling and the woman pinned there; his wife.

The figure at fault was there for only a moment longer, grinning with amusement at John's distressed shouts. The Auror got only a quick glance at the man's unusual eyes before he vanished with a quiet pop.

There was nothing he could do for his wife, burning and bleeding on the ceiling above him. Instead, he grabbed Sam out of his crib and went to get Dean.

With both his sons held close against his racing heart, he looked back to see the windows of the nursery burst from the heat. The fire began to consume more of his home, and there was little he could do but hold his sons and hope help would arrive soon.

He felt ill as soon as others arrived to help, both wizard and muggle. His wife was in that fire. She was gone now and there was nothing he could do. He didn't even try.

That night he swore revenge. The wizard with the yellow eyes; He would find him no matter what it took.

Author's Note: Short, I know. But I'm keeping the chapters short for easier reading. Hope you don't mind.