~*Dean's PoV*~
The red fog evaporated from my sight and I shook my self the way a dog would right after a bath. My face and arms stung like I'd been used as a cat's scratching post and my balls felt like they'd been used as a soccer ball or something. I stood up and looked around my eyes landed on Sammy and took in the sight of him being slumped up against a wall, blood running down his face, and his chest rising and falling steadily slowly; my brain felt sluggish. 'Why am I here?' 'Where's Shi?' and 'Why can't I remember anything?' were just some of the questions running through my cotton-candy filled brain. I was about to go over to his side when something moved behind me. I spun around thinking it might have been an attacker, but it wasn't. It was Shiloh.
"Shi!" I went over to her, knelt next to her, and helped her out of a hole in the floor. She looked like shit. Her face was starting to swell and turn light purple, her neck exhibited dark purple rings, there were many different gashes on her arms, and she was hugging her wrist to her in an effort to keep from moving it.
"Good to have you back big brother." She whispered smiling a little as she laid down looking exhausted. She was having to take long deep breaths that looked painful. 'Broken ribs probably.'
"Jeez, Shi. What you get in a fight with?" I asked her seriously. She just chuckled, but stopped quickly with a grimace. She tried to cover her eyes with her uninjured arm but that appeared to be painful as well with all that bruising around her eye.
"How's Sammy?" She asked not looking up. I looked over to where Sammy stilled silent.
"Still out. Shi, what happened? How'd you end up like this?" I asked.
"Long story." She said. "Can we get out of here first? Story time later"
"Alright, but first I'm gonna go try to wake Sam up." I said standing up. "Stay right there."
"Whatever you say Doc." She said…
~*Third Person*~
One Week Before
England, Hogwarts
Albus Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk awaiting word from Professor McGonagall. As he waited he thought about the latest additions to the Dark Lord's forces and about what kind of trouble they could spell for the Order if they were unsuccessful in recruiting these young hunters. The Winchesters were unwitting celebrates in the magical world. He'd met with John Winchester in the past to talk about the young girl Shiloh, who until recently had shown no signs of magical ability. An ability she'd inherited from a very gifted witch; her mother.
Knock, knock. Albus was taken out of his thoughts by a knock at the door. "Enter" He called. Minerva McGonagall walked through the door looking agitated. Albus stood as the woman came to stand in front of the desk. "Professor McGonagall you have news?"
"Yes the three Winchester children are staying at the Red Roof Hotel in a small town in southern West Virginia for the time being." She said. "Albus, I'd like to know why you've had me following the children for almost a month now."
"The Winchesters are excellent hunters, wouldn't you say?" He said not really answering her question.
"Yes, yes. They have saved many muggles and quite a few witches and wizards, but what does that have to do with anything?" Minerva, always the voice of reason, wanted to know what the Headmaster was up to.
"You remember me telling you that Voldemort has been recruiting all manner of paranormal beings including demons, yes?" Dumbledore asked.
"Of course I do, but—" Minerva understood what Ablus was talking about now. "You've got to be kidding me!"
"I can assure you that I am not." He said.
"But inducting muggles into the order is ridiculous!" She exclaimed while Albus just smiled.
"Now that's an idea." Minerva was getting so mad you might have been able to see steam coming out of her ears.
"If you weren't planning on inducting them, then what were you going to do?" She was trying her hardest not to blow up at him.
"I was going to ask them to teach here." Now she couldn't hold back.
"ARE YOU MAD?" He continued to be his usual calm, slightly annoying self.
"Perhaps," He joked grinning. "But that's not my point, Minerva." He'd stopped smiling and was now completely serious. "If demons are going to be coming after the order, after their families, after this school we need hunters here, with us, on our side if we are to survive."
"But they are still muggles, Albus." She said already half defeated as she closed her eyes against an on coming headache.
"Ah, only two of them are muggles." She opened her eyes when Albus said this. "Shiloh is a witch."
"She's muggleborn?" Minerva asked in disbelief. "How come she has never attended school then?"
"No, her mother was a very talented witch who was taught here actually." He confessed.
"Really, who?" She asked incredulous. Albus was silent for am moment like he was trying to decide if he should tell her or not.
"Danielle Danvers." He finally said. Minerva could not mask her shock or the gasp that escaped her. Danni had been one of her favorite and most talented students. She'd been in the Transfiguration Club while at school and had been very close with another very talented student, Lily Evens. She'd been in the Order as well though not for very long. Little more than eighteen years ago she'd disappeared from the magical world. She'd had a child with a muggle soon after, but she hadn't married the man. Six years later, it is believed that she was cursed into marring a Death Eater by the name Sion Ramsey. A notorious killer of pure blood witches who have children with muggles. She was found a year later dead in a small room where she was rumored to have been tortured. There had been no trace of the child and it was thought she had met the same fate.
"Are you sure, Albus?" Minerva breathed.
"Undoubtedly." He replied. "Her father knew of Danni's abilities and also knew Shiloh might have them as well." He was silent for a while. " She's never showed any signs of magical ability before now though."
"So is that why she has never come to school?" She asked regaining her cool. Albus chuckled again.
"That and because her father is John Winchester." He said. "He didn't want me anywhere near her." The room was silent for a while as Minerva digested all of the new information.
"If they were to teach here how would that work out? I thought Severus was going to be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts and you would be trying to persuade Horace back for Potions?" Minerva asked.
"I was thinking shared Defense classes. You know one week Sam and Dean would teach, the next it would be Severus's turn, and so on. While Shiloh could be enrolled with the sixth years and perhaps act as a type of personal bodyguard for Mr. Potter and his friends. Perhaps she can keep them from getting into to much trouble." He joked.
"I doubt that Albus." Minerva said. "All of the Winchesters get into as much if not more trouble as those three." Albus laughed. "Sir, how will she be able to cope with the 6th years workload, that is N.E.W.T level?" She added.
"I believe Miss. Granger and Mr. Potter can help her catch up." Albus told her as he stood up. "Minerva, I must ask you to continue to keep an eye on them and to make reports if you don't mind."
"Of course, Albus." She said. He moved around his desk.
"Thank you. Now I am very sorry, but I have an appointment with the Minister"…
~*Third Person*~
Three Days Ago
At The Burrow-In the Broomstick Cupboard
After convincing Horace to return to Hogwarts to teach Albus Dumbledore wanted a private meeting with Mr. Potter. He chose a broomstick closet to conduct the meeting in. After a bunch of heavy small talk he got on to the big development. "Harry there has been a small development that may also affect your safety." At the young wizard's stricken expression he continued quickly. "We are trying to counter act it,
of course, we should actually have an answer within the next few days if luck our holds out."
"Sir, what exactly are you talking about?" Harry Potter asked. Albus took a deep breath.
"Sadly Harry I don't have enough time to fully explain. You'll have to have your friends explain, alright?" Albus told him. Harry looked disappointed.
"Yes, sir." Harry finally said and Albus smiled.
"Good lad, now—" Albus pushed open the broom shed door and steeped out into the yard. "I see a light on in the kitchen. Let us not deprive Molly any longer of chance to deplore how thin you are"…
