Thank you to Sherlock Moriarty, gypsymooneygirl7733, manapohaku2, mps2829, dulcinea54, cosmoGirl666, and Sayomina.

In response to a review: There will heavy implication of Destiel, but I don't know if it will outright happen. As for Hermione/Ron, the Golden Trio are going to be friends only, but the Supernatural crew doesn't meet them yet.

Chapter 2:

Playin' your games

Tellin' me those lies

Don't mind her playin' demon

As long as it's with me

If this is hell

Then let me say

It's heavenly

Hell ain't a bad place to be

They had adjusted themselves to their smaller bodies after almost a week. Unfortunately, they also discovered because they were untrained wizards and witches, they had no control over their magic if their emotions were too extreme. (When Joanna first saw the hellhound, which Crowley named Growley, she disappeared only to reappear upstairs. Meg shattered a collection of plates when she discovered first-hand that Gabe booby-trapped to door to the downstairs bathroom. Sam got so excited about going to Hogwarts, books began to fly around the library room. Adam got terrified enough, when Crowley brought up the idea that Michael and Lucifer might find them in this new timeline. that he caused the stove to catch on fire. Dean caused an explosion that knocked all closest participants unconscious when Crowley mockingly set Growley after Cas.)

Bobby braved the half-an-hour drive to the Leaky Cauldron with all of the kids instead of Ellen and him driving to Diagon Alley together. Crowley had tried to sneak Growley with them; however, since all of them could see it, Jo and Dean tried to kill it. Growley was left at home. Meg and Crowley was upset at their inabilities to perform even the simplest telekinesis and teleportation but managed enough without it by bickering at each other. Gabriel, despite being grace-blocked, was still able to produce pieces of candy whenever he wanted; making a mess of candy wrappers. Dean was pleased when he found all of his weapons upstairs in a bag and was carrying several of them on his body along with clothes and his leather jacket was his size. Sam couldn't shut up about all the books he wanted to read. Adam was conversing quietly with Jo. Cas was talking trying to calm down Meg and understand Dean's lesson in classic rock references. When they piled out of the car, Bobby threatened that if they didn't behave on the ride back he was going to put them to work by cleaning the entire house. Needless to say, they shot dark glowers at each other and shut up.

When they entered Diagon Alley, they each had their own reaction to the sight of robes, pointy hats, and old century witch-coven look. Dean rolled his eyes, Gabriel was immediately looking for people to prank, Cas watched them carefully like they were an exhibit at the zoo, Meg thought that the look was too much even for the wizarding world, Crowley saw a sea of profit, Adam wanted to make sure the group didn't mentally scar the wizards, and Jo wanted to find the broom store first. Bobby wanted to hurry up and leave. Some people looked at them with interested or knowing looks, but others gave dirty scowls at their clothes. Adam and Sam had told them about Muggles, Purebloods, and Half-bloods. With that, they had to determine bloodline because it seemed to be important to some wizard families. Castiel, Gabriel, and Meg were purebloods- originally called Old Blood. Sam, Dean, and Adam were half-bloods. Jo would be a muggleborn- or New Blood. Crowley self-proclaimed that he was of purest wizard blood and glared to keep them from arguing, but Meg made comments nonetheless that he was nothing but a mangy orphan.

"Okay, ya idjits. We need money first, so Sam you have the key for that bank account?" Bobby waited until Sam pulled it from his pocket. "Okay, I can see the building from here. Let's go."

Bobby opted that he, Sam, Crowley, and Adam would go inside the building to get the money while Dean, Jo, Gabe, Meg, and Castiel had to wait near the bookstore called Flourish and Blotts. Jo went inside to locate the books that they would need for the school year; Meg decided it would be better to go inside than stand outside with the boys. Gabriel saw a sweet store across the street and bolted with a hasty promise to meet up in a few minutes. Cas kept asking other people about their clothing and if it was normal to wear the heavy looking clothes in August until Dean told him to lay off. He obeyed and stood patiently beside Dean who was anxious to get away from the crowded street.

"Dean. Do you think we will fit in?" the eleven-year old Cas asked, still unsure about his movements. Dean slung an arm around the boy's shoulder comfortingly.

"Remember I told you, don't ever change. You don't need to fit in, you got us." Cas gave Dean his signature half-smile. Dean nodded, then realized how close they were standing. Before comments could be made, there was a loud disturbance.

"Hey!" An indignant shout came from across the street. Dean saw the Trickster laughing while popping a piece of candy in his mouth. Gabriel made his way to Cas and Dean with an accomplished smile on his face.

"What did you do?" Cas asked in monotone.

"Only rigged a cauldron to explode if even barely touched." Gabe chuckled. He stopped when he saw a green faced Bobby headed their way.

"Never again am I riding in one of those carts." Bobby declared. Gabe scuttled away in fear of that the older man was going to throw up.

"How about you each give us enough money to buy our necessities and you rest up from that unfortunate car ride?" Gabriel asked sweetly. From behind Bobby, Sam bitch-faced 'Do You Honestly Expect That to Work'

"I wasn't born yesterday, ya idjit. We go together. Where's Jo, and Meg?"

"Finding the books we need." Jo answered, appearing at the door. She led them inside the bookstore.

"Look, Gabe." Crowley showed the Trickster the book "Bewitch Your Friends and Befuddle Your Enemies with the Latest Revenges: Hair loss, Jelly-legs, Tongue-tying, and much, much more" with a wicked grin on their faces.

"Never." Bobby replied, whacking the boy lightly on the back of the head.

"I'm the King of Hell!"

"And I'm a ballerina. Right now, you aren't."

Crowley grumbled. Along with their school books, Bobby allowed them one personal book. Sam found an over 1000 page incantation book that had every known spell, its uses, origins, and counter spells. Dean found Magical Beasts and Where to Find Them. He also found a book "Idioms, Pop-Culture References, and Metaphors: A Muggle's World" It was actually an unbiased description for Cas. Gabriel found a book about the history of jokes, pranks, and the wizard-world records. Crowley was able to slip a book about curses in. Adam and Jo bought some Quidditch rule books, and Meg found a teen-fantasy novel.

When getting fitted for their robes, each was making fun of the others. Dean kept twitching during his turn. Sam was upset that he was only half an inch taller than Dean, but stood patiently for his robes. Adam wanted to get blue robes instead of black. Meg wanted purple. Crowley wanted a tailored suit. Jo wanted a practical robe- meaning none of the witch-coven look. And Castiel refused to take off his trench coat until Dean promised he'd hold onto it.

"I look like I'm wearing a dress." Dean whined.

"At least you make a fabulous Ken doll." Meg retorted which Dean turned to glare at, but instead was scolded by Madam Malkin.

"Shut up Squirrel. At least Moose takes his torture quietly.

"You don't know torture, Crowley."

"Sure." Crowley replied sarcastically.

"I'm sure we all understand torture." Adam interjected. Each one looked at each other, knowing it was the truth. Crowley, Dean, and Meg began arguing who had faced the most torture and which was the best way to torture. Adam and Sam would interject with personal experiences while Jo would tell them to suck it up. Castiel nodded thoughtfully and proclaimed that he would think it beneficial if narwhales were related to unicorns. Bobby ignored them, leafing through a book about the history of wizards while sitting in a chair. By the time the robes were done, Madam Malkin was ready to throw up or chide the children about their inappropriate talk. They would pick the robes up in twenty minutes.

They continued on their trek in and out of stores, slowly getting everything and causing a fuss. Adam and Sam secretly saw Harry Potter, but didn't point him out because they didn't want to be associated with the dunderheads of a family they had now. Finally they made their way to the wands' shop. They entered Ollivander's hesitantly. Dean looked around as they entered. From behind a pile of boxes, the crazy-looking man appeared. Though none of them were willing to admit it, they flinched. "Ah, Hello. New students?"

"No, two of us are angels. Two of us are demons. Three of us are hunters, and seven of us was or still is possessed by a supernatural being. All of us have died at least once." Dean replied. Ollivander paused, and then chuckled.

"You have quite the imagination. Come on. Who would like to go first?" The group awkwardly nudged each other until Jo stepped forwards.

"Er, okay." He took a couple measurements before grabbing a box from the shelves of wand boxes. "Thirteen and three-quarters, hawthorn and unicorn."

He thrust the wand in her hand. Confused, Jo didn't know what to do. However, Ollivander grabbed the wand. Again he tried one. It didn't work. The next choice, Jo heard him mutter. "Ten and half inches, laurel and thestral tail. Most unusual. My predecessors were known to dabble with less than customary cores."

Jo took the wand apprehensively. When she touched the wand, she felt a surge of power. The end of her wand glowed brightly with an eerie silvery color. When it subsided, Ollivander gave her a curious look. He made a note on a parchment on his desk. "Who's next?"

Adam took a hesitant step forwards. He didn't know what to make of the crazed man. He allowed himself to get measured and observed as Ollivander climbed his ladder to grab a box. "Here. It is a very rare combination, but ten and one-fourth inches. Beech and Hungarian Horntail scale."

Adam gripped the handle. Immediately, the wand produced a burst of fire that danced prettily before dissipating. Adam frowned at the fire, remembering yesterday. Again Ollivander made a note on the parchment. He told Adam the properties of dragon. "Just a precaution." he said. "Sometimes, dragon cores like to be difficult. Yours seems to have a tendency for flames or fire. Schools don't like that."

"Let's get this over with." Gabriel stepped forwards before the wandmaker could ask. Measurements were quickly taken, the wandmaker a little flustered by this strange child.

"Alright. Let's try twelve inches, cedar and dragon heartstring." The wandmaker handed the wand. Gabriel shook his head.

"No, that's not the one for me."

"What?" Ollivander was confused. Not once had a child refused a wand; the act was typically reserved for adults. Then again, this group of children seemed the farthest thing from normal.

"No, that's not my wand. Can we try something different?"

"Of course. Fourteen inches, dogwood and dual core, a sphinx feather and dragon heartstring. Unyielding wand, but I will warn you that a dual core is both temperamental and nearly impossible to control."

Gabriel nodded, reaching carefully the wand's handle. His hands barely grasped the wand before, in a purple *poof*, litters of purple bunnies with gold eyes appeared in the shop. Gabriel whooped in laughter as the creatures tried to clamor onto the other children who were trying their best not to get attacked. With a scowl, Dean tackled the trickster, stuffing a bunny down his shirt. Ollivander whisked his wand out to take care of the bunny infestation. He got all but the one that imprinted itself to its maker. ". It seems many of my predecessors' wands are fulfilling their use today. Be warned that the dual core will mean that it is unlikely that your wand will be useful to others, even if you allow another to use it, the only cases I have met are couples that have absolute trust in one another. As for the wood, it is dogwood. A wand made from those with quirky, mischievous, and playful manners. A trickster."

"Thank you." Gabriel gave a dramatic bow, cuddled with his new bunny, and skipped to stand by Sam.

"My turn." Crowley shoved his way in front of the wandmaker. "Let's hurry."

"Er, blackthorn and unicorn, eleven inches. Surprisingly springy." He tried, but only a faint response from the wand occurred. Muttering the challenge that these children were giving him, he tried a different approach. "An eight and a half inches, spruce and thunderbird tail core." A whirlwind started up in the store, rattling drawers, the bell, and the boxes. It subsided quickly, but Crowley continued smirking at the uneasy looks on the other children's faces.

"You're up, Clarence." Meg pushed Castiel forwards. He frowned, but continued to Ollivander. Cas stood patiently as he was measured. Carefully, he tried out two wands that did nothing but half-hearted flicker. "Here we are. Rowan and unicorn hair, from one of the oldest, wisest unicorns I've met. Twelve and three-quarters inches long."

This time, Castiel glowed blue, mimicking his grace. Dean gaped at the lovely, electric blue that illuminated from his friend, and he was not alone. As it faded, the store almost seemed dimmer than before. Ollivander chuckled and asked for the next one. Meg stepped forwards.

She went through an acacia, an elm, and a spruce before Ollivander pulled out a straight grained, soft-felt pine with clashing hues. "An eleven and one-fourth inches pine from a Hamadryads, I remember that the nymph was quite pleasant allowing me to use her wood. And phoenix tail wand. A very independent wand, but loyal too."

Meg swished and flicked with the wand unconsciously. From across the room, a broom and several other objects began to float. Ollivander gave a concealed smile as he righted the objects. "Good luck, miss."

"Sammy's turn." Gabe chuckled as he pushed the boy forwards. Sam gave a scowl to the archangel. Sam also went through two wands, a holly and a larch. The third one was the lucky charm.

"A twelve inch willow with a bone of a Cù-Sith. This particular beast is known as the harbinger of death, cousin to the Grim, but with an actual body. It lives in the deep lands of Scotland. This wand was specially requested of some 600 years ago, but an unfortunate accident met the owner and he was never able to collect." Ollivander divulged as he handed the wand to the boy. His eyes brows shot up as the wand reacted well with the child. A red and blue light shot out, racing each other in a spiral before clashing together and pieces fell like stardust.

"Awesome." Dean commented. "I'm the last one."

Dean did not do so well. He tried an aspen with dragon heartstring, ebony with phoenix, and a fir with dragon heartstring. The first one backfired- nearly hitting his face, the second one began to buck in his hand, and the last one did nothing at all. Ollivander muttered incoherently. He disappeared in a small alcove to the left and returned with a box that was fraying at the corners and thick layer of dust had settled on the top. "This is a very peculiar wand. Twelve and three-quarters inches of cedar, but the core was a creature of pure light that gave one of my grandfathers a single feather. Despite it being a small feather, it quite potent in power."

"Does this creature have a name?" Dean asked as he reached hesitantly for the wand.

"He called himself Mikha'el, an Angelus autem Domini." The old wandmaker replied. Dean's hand flinched back, but with only a few inches from the wand and it flew into his hand. Quickly, it glowed a pure white that caused everyone to look away or risk being blinded. When the light subsided, Dean was seeing black spots in his vision. Bobby dragged him, and the others, over to the counter to help him count out the money for all of their wands.

"I wonder what that was about. Not the Michael part, but the light." Jo asked. Gabriel sighed.

"To let you on a little secret, Michael's sword has a wand with his archangel's feather in it. Michael is one of the most powerful angels, even just one of his feathers has extraordinary skills, not just for his explosive capabilities. Dean can probably cause an amplification of the original possibilities. As an angel of fire, the wand had enough power that it imitated fire in a nonflammable way. Not to mention the fact that the wandmaker coot chose cedar."

"What's so special about cedar?" Adam questioned.

"Cedar, in supernatural properties, is associated with fire, offers protection, healing, angelic capabilities as well as helps with summoning and magic enhancers. It is pretty much the wood of Michael. But don't tell Dean-o, he needs a wand and that is the only one that will bond with him that well."

"Will it ever end for them?" Adam asked sympathetically. He knew Dean and Sam always tried to look out for them. In the pit, he caught glimpses at Sam's soul. He knew his half-brother did all the wrong things for the right reasons. He always tried to be good. He remembered reading once that willow was used for deep intuition and mental power, like Sam's abilities if he took demon blood, and Sam's uncanny ability for research and recall. Also, willow represented wisdom and the moon (as opposed to the sun that Dean represented), definitely the younger brother in the dynamic duo. The bone of a Cù-Sith was pretty much the European version of a Hellhound, the bone with traces of blood in its work is definitely the Vessel of Lucifer's core. As for Dean, Michael knew almost everything about the man- it was almost stalking. 'Scratch that,' Adam thought. 'Michael is a stalker.'

Finally, the only thing left buy was an animal. Gabriel had his bunny. No one felt like arguing that a bunny wasn't on the list for acceptable animals, nor that purple-fur, gold-eyed bunnies weren't even supposed to exist. Bobby quickly shut down bickering with logic. "There's no point in buying multiple animals. We've already spent a lot on your books, robes, wands, and supplies. A rat is useless, a cat is mostly a solitary creature. I suggest getting an owl so you guys can send messages back to me about your lives at school or if you have any questions about hunting. I know some British hunters, so I'm going to set up the same system as back in our real time. Does everyone agree on an owl?"

It was a tie between getting a tawny brown owl or a snow white one until Dean found a black with silver/blue feathered tips one with intelligent blue eyes. Everyone took a liking to the owl. They gave Dean the honor of naming the owl which led to them owning Kansas Zeppelin Speedwagon the Styx Master, or Kansas for short. Gabriel suggested Asia or Heat of the Moment, resulting in Sam tackling him. Bobby had to pull the Winchester off of him. They gained quite the amount of watchers as Sam let out a string of curses and a couple threats including holy oil.

The drive home was uneventful, thankfully. The antics of the day wearied the children enough that they fell asleep in the car. Bobby, tired from the day's trip, swore he was never going to be left alone with only them again.

A.N. Sam's book and Cas's books were my own creation and I'm sure that there are some teen-fantasy books in the Wizarding World for Meg's interest. I am trying for an all-omniscient view, so it's going to flip without warning between the people's views. I would love for review back on how well that works. Next is going to be a simple, calm(ish) train ride.