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"She'll be here any minute, and we all need to agree to get along." Sam snapped, running a hand through his hair as he glared at the occupants of the room. Everyone nodded, and no one was surprised when the doorbell rang moments later.
Sam moved to answer the door, a few days ago they had found out that to other people they looked like children, so he wasn't too worried about the professor noticing he looked like an adult.
Wooden door swung open easily to reveal an older woman, her long grey hair strewn into a neat bun, and her face had adopted a stern expression.
"Professor." Sam greeted, holding the door open for her to step inside.
The Professor stepped inside, instantly looking around as she was invited in, Sam was just glad that the house was clean for once.
He led her to the sitting room and allowed her to take a seat.
"Tea?" He was surprised to hear Lucifer ask, actually sounding… Polite…
"No thank you." The professor declined with a faint smile, instead, turning to watch the others filter into the room.
"Sam?" Lucifer asked with a raised eyebrow, earning another polite decline.
Everyone settled down, and Sam began to speak first.
"I'm Sam, this is Dean, Castiel, Michael, Lucifer, and Gabriel." He introduced, pointing to each in turn.
"I'm the Deputy Headmistress, however, if you'd prefer, you may call me Professor."
"Alright, Professor, so how exactly would this program work?" He asked curiously, head tilting.
"Well, we would provide travel for you to King's Cross, a train station from which you will take the train to Hogwarts. You will have breaks when you will be permitted to return home."
Everyone glanced at each other, slowly nodding, Cas asked the next question.
"How long would this last, and would you be willing to explain your classes in more detail?"
"Each student can attend for up to seven years, as for classes, we have Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, Flying for the first years, Herbology, History of Magic and Astronomy. In the third year, you may choose a minimum of two additional subjects from either Arithmancy, Muggle Studies, Divination, Study of Ancient Runes or Care of Magical Creatures." She listed.
Everyone nodded at that, too.
"How safe is it?" Asked Dean, eyes narrowed in an untrusting fashion.
"The safest place in the world." Explained the Witch.
"How many students, and what are the arrangements?" Asked Lucifer boredly, as he leaned backward, accidentally getting a little too close to Sam, who subtly tried to shift away.
Minerva's eyes narrowed faintly, why was Sam so keen to avoid Lucifer? What was going on with this house? And now that she thought about it, Castiel Sam and Dean were all sitting close together, away from Lucifer and Michael who were on either side, and Gabriel was pressed against the arm of the couch, away from Lucifer.
"Approximately a thousand students, there are four houses a student can be sorted into, and they will stay in their house dorms with students of their year and gender."
"What kind of other things are offered at Hogwarts?" Gabriel asked, eyes twinkling as he leaned forward, unknowingly reminding the professor of a certain Headmaster.
"There's Quidditch, a wizarding sport, Hogsmeade, a town within walking distance that students may visit in the third year, and a few other extra-curricular activities."
"How are we expected to pay for this?" Michael asked.
"Your father left you a Vault at Gringotts, the Wizarding Bank, filled with plenty of money to keep you going."
Everyone turned to look at each other, and then the adult.
"May we have a moment to discuss?" Asked Sam, and when he earned a nod, led everyone into the next room.
"We must attend, it's what Father intended," Michael argued.
"Sounds like fun." Gabriel shrugged.
"Better than staying here." Lucifer rolled his eyes.
Sam rolled his eyes back, deciding to settle it the easier way, "All in favour of going?"
Everyone raised their hands.
"Well, that's settled."
Sam slipped back into the room and took a deep breath, heart pounding, "Professor, we'd like to accept your offer, and finish our schooling at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
Everyone grabbed hold of the cup, McGonagall spoke a codeword, "Lemondrops." and they took off with a whirl.
It felt like they were being yanked through a straw…
Not that Sam would admit this, but he landed directly on his butt.
Come along!" McGonagall ushered them along, and into a dingy pub called The Leaky Cauldron, something that Sam remembered the Professor speaking of earlier.
He felt ready to sneeze, it was dusty, and the air was too warm, but the building gave off a friendly enough feeling, although that could just be because he was used to the shotty American Bars and Motels.
McGonagall ushered them out the back doors, and Sam watched in awe as she tapped her wand over the bricks in a specific pattern, and with a groan, the walls began to part.
He felt his wings fluff up excitedly, giving a few twitches at the display
"Hey Sam, you can understand me, right?" Whispered a voice from right next to Sam's ear, and he could feel the warm breath on his neck, skimming over his throat and making him shiver. The foreign language brushed over his ears, reverberating in his head and making his spine tingle, he could tell the words spoken were not in his native tongue, however, to him they sounded like perfect English.
His head tilted slightly to the side, and he noticed a head of golden blonde hair in the corner of his eye, Gabriel.
"Yes, I can understand you, Gabriel, what is it?" He asked, not all that surprised to hear his voice come out in smoothly accented Enochian.
"I thought that now would be a good time to warn you that just about all magic creatures could see our wings right now…" He informed, moving closer to Sam to stay quieter.
"What?!" Sam hissed, trying to remain discreet, wings unconsciously tightening around him.
"Relax, Sam." Gabriel reassured, "They won't know what we are, for all they know we could be Veela."
"Veela?" Sam asked, he had never heard the term before and wondered how Gabriel knew it.
"I did a bit of exploring in people's minds." He confessed with a shrug.
"Of course you did," Sam muttered under his breath, lazily rolling his eyes. Usually Sam would not take the invasion of people's minds so casually, however, it was prudent to know all they could at the moment.
Sam continued walking through the Alley, and they all filtered into a large, leaning building that glowed a vibrant white. Sam felt his mouth drop, eyes widening as his eyebrows shot up, the interior was even more impressive than the outside, white and gold pillars shot towards the ceiling to form arches that curved and twined with an intricacy akin to a spiders web.
Creatures sat high on podiums, glaring at the occupants of the Wizarding bank, gazes sharp and teeth like razors, they watched on with an air of superiority, despite what he had heard from vague conversations around him, saying that goblins were treated like less than human by the ministry. But Sam knew, concealed beneath their terrifying demeanor, they had the power to back up their superior air. So why didn't they?
He felt the glares on him, more specifically, his wings. Sam didn't want to be shy about it, in front of him Gabriel wasn't, his wings weren't curled around him like a child, they were furled normally. He lifted his head higher, chin raising as he glared back, his wings moved to furl behind him proudly, feathers sleek and shining in the dull light.
"That's right Sam, don't let their opinions define you." He heard whispered from behind him, trying very hard to ignore the fact that it was Lucifer who spoke.
Nearby, a Goblin hissed at the group, laughing cruelly, another joining him. Sam felt something spark along his spine, crackling viciously, red hot and welcoming. He felt his wings extend, raising high in the air as he glared back at the small creature, eyes shining with a faint bronze glow as he allowed instincts to take hold, and let out a low hiss back, barely audible to the human ear. The Goblin glared harshly but reluctantly took a step backward, snarl raising, although Sam could tell it was more defensive this time.
He heard a chuckle from behind him, and then Lucifer spoke, this time right behind him, breath cold as it blew over his neck, much different from when Gabriel had spoken to him, he felt a spark of fear well in his gut, insides twisting and squirming as his fight or flight instincts tried to take over.
"Nice one, Sam, you're learning."
He angrily squashed down his instincts, tilting his head backward and speaking back, "Learning?" He asked, forcing his voice to remain monotone.
"You're an angel, Sam, start acting like it." He chuckled before retreating, Sam's back instantly warming.
His wings retreated, sinking back to fold proudly at his back.
The group approached the nearest Goblin that was free, and McGonagall spoke to it for a little while, before they were being led away. To be honest, Sam really wasn't paying attention, not even during the ride on the cart, which felt like it was moving a bit faster than probably safe. He snapped back to reality as a large vault door was pushed open with a loud echo of stone grinding together, and Sam's mouth fell open at the sight on the other side.
Stacks of gold, silver and bronze coins towered close to his adult height, and they filled the vault.
"There are 17 Sickles in a Galleon, which is the golden one, 29 Knuts in a Sickle, which is silver, and 493 Knuts to a Galleon, which is the bronze one." Explained the Professor with familiar ease, handing each a pouch, "You can put as much as you need in these."
Sam swiped a few handfuls of Galleons, then proceeded to do the same with Sickles and Knuts, before closing the pouch, and fastening it to his jeans, allowing it to be covered by his plaid shirt, and turned to exit with the others. He was happy to find that it still felt completely empty.
The first store they entered was called Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions and was clearly where they would get their outfits if the title was anything to go by.
"Hogwarts then, Dears?" She asked, ushering the angels up onto pedestals, and beginning to have them measured for robes.
Lucifer felt uncomfortable at the number of humans around but allowed himself to be ushered onto a pedestal so that he didn't look unusual, and allowed his mind to wander.
Soon after, a blonde male entered as well, stepping onto a pedestal with such confidence, you'd think he owned the world, and the Devil felt a strong urge to knock him down a peg or two.
"Hello, Hogwarts too?" Asked the boy from next to Lucifer, and he felt cold creeping along his spine.
"Yes." He answered, forcing his voice into a polite tone.
"My father's next door buying my books, and my mother's up the street looking at wands." He said importantly, raising his nose slightly. "Then, I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first years can't have their own, I think I'll bully father into getting me one, then I'll smuggle it in somehow."
Lucifer fought the urge to sneer, and responded, "Oh really?" With a fake curious tone, "Sounds like fun."
He smiled, clearly fakely and asked another question, "Have you got your own broom, then?"
"No," Lucifer responded, and felt disgust and contempt well up in his throat, threatening to choke him, fly on a broom? Him? Lucifer, the Morningstar, needing a broom to fly? As if!
"Play Quidditch at all?"
"No." Did he even want to know?
"I do, father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my house, and I must say I agree. Know what house you'll be in yet?" The Professor had already explained this earlier, and he knew exactly what house he'd be in.
"Oh, definitely Slytherin, it'd be a crime if I wasn't." He said, making a clear jab at the boy and his father.
"Oh, really? Me as well, my whole families been in Slytherin! I guess no one really knows for sure until they get there, do they? Imagine if I was a Hufflepuff, I think I'd just leave! Wouldn't you?"
Did-Did he seriously not notice?! Faking irritation, Lucifer snapped.
"Watch it! My little brother is probably going to be a Hufflepuff!" He softened his tone a bit, "You should probably be more careful about who you say these things too, if you had said that to Dean he'd probably try and smash your face in."
"Sorry," The boy said with a slight grimace, and Lucifer could tell he really wasn't, "I must ask, what is your accent? I don't believe I've heard it before…?" An obvious subject change and Lucifer internally rolled his eyes, however, externally, it was different, he brightened his features and smiled lightly, going with the "Stupid child" act.
"My accent is American! That's where I'm from, you know."
The boy looked relieved at the subject change and feigned interest. "Oh really?"
"Yeah!"
"So," the boy began, however, was cut off as Madam Malkin spoke.
"That's you done!" Lucifer hopped off the stool, a bit sad his game had to end so quickly, and waved at the boy, "See you at school, then!"
He moved to the front of the store, his Siblings following and noticed with a faint twinge in his gut that Sam had been speaking to another boy, with dark, messy black hair, wire-rimmed glasses, and emerald green eyes.
His eyes noticed Sam's wings, and felt his own twinge painfully, they looked a bit like his own before he had been locked in the cage, now, however, they were mere shells of what they used to be… They were large and curved in a great arching slope. The feathers were wide-spread and graceful, a light ashy black colour with red, singed tips, while the beautiful shape had remained the same, the sunset colours had faded and turned into muddy black and red-hot coal.
Lucifer snapped from his thoughts, and exited the store, only to come face-to-face with Professor McGonagall. He took a step back and listened to her next words carefully.
"Next, we'll go to get your school books, come along." She led them into a shop called Flourish and Blotts, that was stacked with so many books that they touched the ceiling.
"I'll get your school books, go on, get yourself a few books to keep yourself occupied." She gestured them off and made her way to the front.
By the end of their browsing, Lucifer had a couple books on higher leveled magic, some verging on dark magic, and some about Animagus's.
Gabriel had a few on higher leveled magic, a bit on darker magic and a ton on pranks.
Sam had a pile of books, on all different subjects, mostly the ones they shared with school (although at a higher level), and one on Wizarding etiquette.
Michael had a few on dueling and different Defense books, along with one about curses, as an afterthought, he had also grabbed one on Wizarding etiquette.
Castiel had grabbed a ton of History books, along with a few Defense, a big one on shields and one on wizarding etiquette.
And finally, Dean had grabbed a few on Defense and shields, one with curses and a big one on Quidditch, the Wizarding sport.
The brought them up to the counter, where they paid for all their books, and set off to the next store.
Professor McGonagall watched them each approached the counter, and carefully watched what they bought. Lucifer, with his darker books, seemed like he would probably end up in Slytherin, or perhaps Ravenclaw, especially with the sneaky Animagus book.
Gabriel seemed like he too, might be a Slytherin, or maybe a Gryffindor, with those dark and prank books, but then, the Weasley twins were in Gryffindor as well.
Sam seemed like a definite Ravenclaw, with the amount of books he carried, especially since they were higher level versions of his first-year books.
Michael seemed like a Gryffindor, or maybe a Slytherin, the number of books on curses and Defense he had was argument enough.
Castiel seemed like either a Gryffindor or maybe a Hufflepuff, his books were all on Defense, but then there was that shield book, something too extensive to protect just himself, which could have been accomplished with his Defense books alone. Ravenclaw didn't seem like too bad a fit either, with all those History books.
Dean looked like a definite Gryffindor, with his choice of books, not too many, but enough to be a bit more advanced than his fellow first years.
How much you can tell about a person by what they read. Mused the Deputy Headmistress as she led them into the next store, where they would buy their cauldrons and telescopes.
They each got their supplies and then moved to the next shop, the apothecaries.
The Professor had something else to do and told them to ask the person at the desk, while she left them to their own devices, warning them to wait for her in the shop afterward.
They got their supplies, but while they were waiting they were surprised by someone approaching them.
She had long, bright blonde hair, and light blue eyes, she was mildly attractive, but nothing special really. She was wearing a blue hoodie and jeans, however, that was not what drew their eyes, no, it was the snowy white wings that remain folded against her back.
"Ah, Michael, Lucifer, Sam, Dean, and little Castiel…" She greeted.
"Chuck sent me."