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Sam sighed. He had spent every single week of the summer waiting for his owl to come, and no luck. He only had a week until September 1st. Maybe my Owl got lost? Sam thought, idly swinging his legs. He was sitting on the windowsill in his and Deans shared bedroom at Bobby's. Well, it wasn't exactly Bobby's home anymore, more like their home too. Their dad hadn't contacted them once in the four years since he left. Not that Dean cared anymore. He was off winning quidditch match trophies and being the ultimate teen heartthrob at Hogwarts.

When Dean started at Hogwarts, Sam and Bobby would get separate letters each and every week. Bobby's were more on the academic side, how Dean was doing, how he was fitting in ect. Sam's on the other hand were filled with the pure excitement Dean felt to be experiencing this new world. As Dean progressed throughout the school year, he sent less and less letters, and as of last year (Deans 4th school year at Hogwarts) Bobby and Sam got a grand total of 5 letters...not even separate ones any more but joined- kept minimalistic, and to one page.

Bobby told Sam not to worry any more, Dean was just a little bit busy with his school life, and that of course Dean still worried about Sam like crazy. Which was true Sam guessed, when Dean arrived home this summer he practically gave Sam the once over, and they've been pretty much joint at the hip since. Sam just wished that his big brother would just realise how lost Sam felt. He was pretty much alone here; sure he had Bobby and the new dog Rumsfield, but no friends of his age. The other kids at his school didn't get Sam's fascination with mythology, or understand why he could shoot a Smith & Wesson with his eyes closed (as shown on at show and tell) so they pretty much all steered away from him.

Sam sighed again, looking at the sky one more time before swinging off the windowsill and shutting the window. Maybe he just wasn't good enough. Sam walked towards his bed and flopped down onto it before dragging out his old and battered copy of Hogwarts: A history. Maybe his letter would come in the time it would take him to re-read the book for like the thousandth time.

Sam had just gotten through the chapter on the four founders, when Dean came into the room. Sam didn't even to look up to know of his brother's presence, he could feel the shake of the room as Dean stomped through the small room, eventually standing directly before Sam.

"Can I help you Dean?" Sam asked, looking up at his brother, book still poised.

Dean motioned for Sam to scoot over on the bed. Sam sighed, and then shuffled to the side a bit to allow Dean to sit down. Grinning, Dean ruffled Sam's hair (which Sam rushed to fix) and then let his face fall into a serious expression.

"How are you doing, Sam?" Dean asked, his voice showing hints of worry though he tried to cover it up as just a genuine question.

"I'm...ummm...I'm ok. That's kind of a weird question to just ask me Dean, It's not like you've not seen me all day."

"I know kid, I have seen you. I've seen you every day of this summer, just sitting there by that window. So tell me again. How are you doing?" Dean said humourlessly, his worry a lot more evident.

Sam looked down, his face falling from that faux cheerful expression. He closed the book and pushed it to the far side of his bed before looking at Dean, shaking his head.

"I-I- I don't know," He said, his voice a mere whisper, as though he was afraid of admitting this, "I just want to get into Hogwarts. I don't like it at my school, and yours seems so much better... didn't the lady say I had a place too? Why haven't I got a letter? What if I-"

Dean cut him off by dragging him into a one armed hug, the other placed firmly on the bed so he could keep him balance.

"Shh. Sammy, It'll be fine. You'll get in. I know you will."

They remained hugging for quite some time, before Dean pushed Sam away, and quickly told him to never mention the hug again. Nodding, Sam reached out for Hogwarts: A history once more as Dean ruffled his hair and left the room.

I'll get in...I have to.


It wasn't until the very next day when it happened. Sam and Dean were sitting at the table, bantering about who were a better American football team, the patriots or giants, when an owl suddenly came crashing in between them. The tawny owl was rather small, and as it hopped up and began fluttering it's wings, dusting off the bits of cereal that it had landed on, the boys noticed two letters tied to its feet and a package.

"Isn't that too heavy for the bird?" Bobby asked gruffly, walking towards the table, phone still on hold.

"Nah, they can't practically carry anything, I mean did you see what I got Imp to send Sammy for his birthday last year?" Dean supplied chuckling as he helped Sam untie the parcel and letters from the owl.

"Go upstairs and there'll be some food and rest for you, K?" Dean said to the bird, pointing it upstairs.

Handing Bobby the parcel (the portkey which they were to use when they were all packed to leave); Sam began opening his letter at lightening fast speed.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf Warlock

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards.)

Dear Mr Winchester,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at...

Sam almost stopped breathing. This was it... He was going. Getting up rapidly, Sam bounded to the other side of the table and almost jumped on Dean in excitement. Dean grinned upwards at Sam, mouthing 'I told you so', before waving his 5th year booklist at Bobby.

"Alright boys, pack up! We're getting ready to go."


At noon the next day; Bobby, Sam and Dean were all back in Diagon Alley once more. They had taken the portkey that was in the package they had received the day before. The portkey had been a rusty old key, and once taken a hold of, it was almost as if Sam was whizzing through the time vortex himself. Even though he had done this on multiple occasions before, it never really got easier, and even two hours later he felt quite queasy. As they walked along the cobbled streets of Diagon Alley, Sam couldn't help but feel that this felt so much more different to how it had every year since Dean's acceptance. He guessed it was just the prospect that he was finally starting his first year, which made it feel different. He was no longer here for Dean... He was here for both of them.

First stop was Gringotts, Bobby had opened some sort of 'saving account' within it, purely to help with the academic costs of Hogwarts. The building was grand; carved from smooth, white marble and towered over them as they approached it. It was kind of frightening, in a sense that a person could easily get lost inside, and never be found. Dean had told him horror stories that were whispered amongst the halls and corridors at Hogwarts. How five years ago, three students from Hogwarts had snuck into the bank, and were burned alive inside by a dragon. Sam looked at the door as if it was about to threaten him, gingerly walking into the building inside.

The inside of Gringotts was even grander than it was outside. Sam had never really been inside it before, He had always opted to remain outside for the half our Bobby was collecting the money. The building had been reconstructed a lot since the Great War. It was taller, grander. The inside was an even purer white marble than the outside, and in the centre of the miraculously carved ceiling, was a large chandelier.

Sam shuffled closer to Dean subconsciously; looking for some sort of safety from the harsh glances directed their way by the goblins.

"Stay 'ere boys," Bobby said, pointing to a rather plush set of seats in the corner.

Dean grumbled something about not being able to explore the bank, and pulled on the corner of Sam's jacket in order to indicate that he should go and follow him. The both plopped down at the same time, which prompted them both to burst into a fit of giggles. If the looks from the Goblins could kill, Sam would be certain that he would be dead on the floor by now.

"So kid, you looking forward to Hogwarts?" Dean asked conversationally, already knowing the answer.


Once Bobby finished collecting the money that was needed, the three headed towards Madam Malkins robes for all occasions. The shop was extremely small in comparison to the bank, and Sam smiled at the warm feeling that engulfed him the moment he entered it. There were candles lighted over a warm crackling fireplace, and through an archway stood Madam Malkins, folding sheets and sheets of fabric neatly in shelves with her wand.

"Ah! Hello, Nice to see you again Mr Winchester," she said looking at Dean, before her glance fell upon Sam, "And hello to your younger brother. Let me guess, Hogwarts? Come here boys!"

She moved round so that she was standing behind them, smiling good naturedly at Bobby and ushering the boys into the centre of the room.

"Actually, I don't need a new pair of robes this year ma'am. Only Sammy!"

Dean ruffled Sam's hair, and then walked towards Bobby. He leaned over and whispered something into Bobby's ear, he caught Sam's eye and grinned before waving and moving closer to the door.

"See you in a bit kid!" He called, and as the door swung shut and Sam could still hear his laughter loud and clear.

Swallowing hard, Sam looked at her. Even though Bobby was there, he felt entirely alone with her. Usually when Sam was in here, he sat on the cushions on the floor in the corner, normally reading a book. This time he was standing, posture rigid, arms out on either side, as Madam Malkins began to measure away. Bobby shuffled slightly, feeling like the odd one out in the room. Sam was busy getting his robes sorted, and Dean was off doing...well, he'd let that one be a surprise.

"Right, Sammy, I'm going off to go and get your books. You stay put, got it kid" He said gruffly, nodding at the woman who was tittering at the hole in Sam's jeans.

Sam nodded at him as much as he could with the pressure of Madam Malkins hand which was now placed on his head.

Ok...now he was on his own.

After a short while of Madam Malkins measuring away and pinning together pieces of clothing, there was a shrill sound coming from the door. With a flick of her wand, the rest of the pieces were pinned together in their respective place.

"Ah... a customer! Hang on there, sweetie. I'm just coming round" She called to the boy who stood awkwardly at the door.

He was extremely small, at least a head smaller than Sam. He has a short crop of messy dark blonde curls. He fiddled with his hands slightly, wringing them round and round. When Madam Malkins approached him, he jumped, startled, but righted himself immediately.

"Hogwarts?" She asked, pulling him into the centre of the room right beside Sam.

He nodded, curls bouncing and falling in front of his face. He looked at Sam quickly, and then looked back down to the floor.

What is with this kid?

"Hi" the boy mumbled, sidling slightly further away from robe maker.

She tittered again, pulling him back into the position he was in before. She looked at Sam apologetically, and waved her wand in his general direction. At first it didn't work. She tapped in a few times then waved it more pointedly at the pieces of cloth pinned together on Sam. Immediately after this, the needle began to sew, stitching the pieces together. She then turned towards the boy in front of her, and began chatting aimlessly. Asking him questions about himself. Sam learnt that the boy was called Isaac, that he was a muggleborn, and was hoping of getting into Slytherin. Although, when Isaac mentioned that last part, he didn't sound all that enthusiastic.

Flicking her wand once more, this time in Isaac's direction, she moved on to Sam again. The needle had just finished sewing the robe, and to Sam, nothing looked wrong or out of place at all with it. She tutted a few times, and waved her wand at various areas, fixing nearly invisible problems. She waved her wand at his left sleeve, and it became slightly shorter, she fixed the collar of the robe and finally its overall length.

As she was finishing up, Bobby walked into the store, several large bags in his hands. Books, he mouthed, when he noticed Sam looking in his direction. Madam Malkins smiled when the robe was finally finished, and took it off of Sam and folding it up as she walked towards her till. She began to chat to Bobby, as he handed over the correct payment, which allowed Sam to say goodbye to Isaac.

"See you at Hogwarts" he called, as Bobby was ushering him out of the store.

Once outside, Bobby handed over two of the bags to Sam and began guiding him down the cobbled street. Looking around, Sam took a deep breath. He loved this place, he didn't want to leave, but at the same time he did. He was ready for Hogwarts.

Bobby grunted, and suddenly the direction they were walking to changed. Disorientated, Sam looked around, trying to place where they were walking to. He stopped looking, when he finally spotted Dean leaning against the wall. With him Dean had the rest of Sam's equipment; the trunk, the scales and cauldron...everything. Except, there was one addition Sam had not counted on. Balanced on top of the bags, was an owl cage.

Sam gasped, and next thing he knew, he was standing right in front of the owl. It was a tiny thing, much smaller than Imp. It was small and its feathers were pitch black. It stopped zipping about in its cage, and perched inside it, to look quizzically at Sam.

"Is it mine?" Sam asked in awe.

"O'course he's yours kiddo. Dean here got him for you as a...joined, celebratory present" Bobby said gruffly, smiling down at Sam.

"Celebratory? What for?" He asked, curious. Not that he wasn't grateful for the owl; Sam loved it to pieces already. He was just very confused.

"Well I didn't exactly want you to keep trying to use Imp to send your letters. But really, it's just because you're starting Hogwarts." Dean laughed.

Sam's expression was priceless really. His eyes were wide with shock, and he couldn't keep the smile off of his face. He reached out for the cage and, grasping the handle, held it up higher so that he could look at the owl closer.

"Just one thing, this one had a name already. Sorry kiddo. It's kind of funny though. He's called Moose. Weird right?"

Same smiled. Oddly, no matter how ironic, Moose seemed to fit his name perfectly.

Moose chirped in agreement.


10 minutes to go.

Sam, Dean and Bobby stood on the busy platform of nine and three quarters. Next to both of them, was a trolley with their trunks on, Deans broomstick and the cages for Moose and Imp. There was a snuffling sound from the left of Sam, and turning round he saw Bobby. His eyes were red-rimmed, and he was sniffing.

"Uncle Bobby, Are you ok?" Sam asked, genuinely concerned.

Dean laughed, and leaning down, whispered loudly that Bobby was crying happy tears because he no longer had to deal with Sam all year round.

"JERK!" Sam exclaimed, pushing Dean away from him.

Dean feigned hurt, and then continued to laugh. Bobby shook his head at the sight.

5 minutes to go.

"Ok, you boys have to go now, I'll go and take the luggage to the conductor, you boys board the train with those blasted birds. Got it?" Bobby asked, handing each boy their respective owl.

They both nodded in the affirmative, and Dean began to walk slightly away, towards the closest train door. Sam quickly pulled Bobby into a hug, and then clutching Moose tightly, he ran towards his big brother.

It was time to go to Hogwarts.


I had a bit of a hectic week so I didn't get to upload this when I wanted. For those who care, I turned 17 last Thursday! and my cat died two days ago. Love you Otto, this one is for you. :)

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