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Chapter Four

The Leaky Cauldron

Diagon Alley England

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As John, Sam, and Dean entered the Leaky Cauldron the three hunters got some stares. After spending two and a half weeks on a boat all three men looked a little rough around the edges. Their tempers were in a similar state of disrepair as well.

Sam and John had continued to work out old hurts and wounds but after two weeks of nothing but each other all three Winchester men were looking forward to some quality alone time. All three men were thrilled with the progress they had made getting used to being a family again but it had been a while since they'd lived together in such tight quarters. There had been only one major disagreement, and both Sam and John had worked hard to not cross any lines that couldn't be crossed back.

The biggest trouble still arose when John barked orders with no explanation and expected immediate obedience. Sam just couldn't do it, not with out it being a life or death situation. The fact that John just didn't want to take the time to explain didn't count. A fact Sam pointed out readily. Sam had also pointed out that they were going to be teaching kids, and if John wanted to make any sort of progress with them he would need to explain his reasoning.

John countered that his method had worked well enough for Dean and that Sam was the only one who had a problem with it. Which of course then caused Sam to reply that he guessed John would be fine with half the class quitting and leaving school then since that's what had happened with him. John showing more control then he ever had when Sam was in high school had clenched his jaw and ran the length of the ship three times before coming back to the bunks and admitting that Sam had a point, but that so did John. Immediate obedience needed to be learned just as much as explanations, seeing as how obeying an order immediately could save the kids life.

Sam who had spent the time sparring with Dean till he felt like his arms would fall off had agreed that John was also right about the kids needing to obey some orders without question, and both men agreed to be the balance for the other. When Sam thought John wasn't offering up enough explanations for the students Sam could and would step in with out reproach and vise versa. The real trouble had come when they had to work out how to judge when either man had gone too far. Neither wanted to involve Dean in the decision making process as both men agreed that it would be too much like choosing sides. In a move that would forever change Sam's impression of his father, John offered Dumbledore up as the mediator until Sam and John could make the judgment calls for themselves. Sam had readily agreed to the compromise and both men had tabled the discussion until they arrived at Hogwarts to get Dumbledore's ruling. John was sure Dumbledore wouldn't mind as this type of debate was right up the old mans alley.

Dean meanwhile was living his dream. He was together with his brother and his father, who in some sort of answered prayer from God weren't fighting and they were going to kick evils ass. Now being the sort of man that he was Dean couldn't of course simply say he was happy, as that would be too much of a chick flick moment. No he would rather speed around the boat like a little kid on a sugar rush. His excitement and joy palpable on his face and a sight to behold. Witnessing Dean's obvious though unspoken happiness reminded both Sam and John daily of what they were struggling not to fight for and it was a gift neither man was willing to take for granted anymore.

There was the additional stress of trying to complete their research that also kept the three men busy. Sam had practically memorized the spell books practicing wand movements and pronunciations to the point he was doing it in his sleep. Unfortunately since none of the men owned wands Sam could only assume he was doing the spells correctly, and not knowing was making the poor guy slightly nuts. Which was then making Dean and John nuts as Sam continued to worry.

There was also the added stress of Sam's burgeoning abilities. While they had yet to find away to control either the onslaught of a vision, or its pain Sam's telekinesis was making slow progress. John had theorized that the telekinesis was just as inherent as the visions but the telekinesis required more practice to work properly then the vision. To John the telekinesis was like a muscle that needed to be strengthened and toned in order to function to the best of its abilities. Sam's visions were so difficult to predict and Missouri wasn't sure even if they could be controlled. She hoped that they could eventually learn to control the pain but she didn't want to get Sam's hopes up.

The psychological profiles had been both vital as well as just a little scary. In fact a game that had both amused, and driven the men wild with protest had been determining which of the faculty or students most resembled the Winchester trio.

Sam had come to grudgingly accept his similarities to Harry, but drew the line at resembling Hermione even through Dean's constant teasing that Sam's real alter ego was in fact a chick. Sam unfortuntaly had no ammunition back as Dean had self-proclaimed his alter egos to be the Weasley twins and neither John nor Sam could argue strongly against the assignment. A fact that drove both men crazy.

John was still arguing bitterly against being branded as the alter ego to Severus Snape, which amused both boys greatly and was a fact that both manipulated with relish.

None of this kept the men from working of course as all three were viciously dedicated to the utter destruction of Aaquerafet though none were sure whether or not to share the fact that he was their demon or not with Dumbledore. John was trying to let go of past wounds since Dumbledore had approached him directly for assistance. But though he would never admit it even under pain of death, Dumbledore's easy assumptions about John being an unfit parent had stung the man to his core.

What very few were aware, and by few John meant Missouri and Pastor Jim, was that John's decision to take the boys with him into his hunt for justice was not a decision the man had arrived to quickly or lightly. John had been perilously close to turning the boys over to more suitable guardians until in a moment of pure clarity that she hadn't received since Missouri assured her new found friend that to do so would be to sentence both boys to a painful death. No other assurance could have caused John to do a 180-degree turn as much as that one, and once John made the decision he stuck to it like super glue.

All three men had agreed that Harry was reaching a breaking point after the death of his godfather, and the events of the upcoming year would make or break the boy. The ties between Harry, Ron, and Hermione worked in the boys favor and they were hoping the bonds were strong enough to help Harry through the upcoming trials.

Another student that was high on the list in concern was Draco Malfoy. Both Dean and John were convinced that the boy would most likely end up a Death Eater like his father. That bond seemed too strong to be broken. Sam wasn't convinced, and even seemed sure that with the right support Draco could and would be a valuable asset. Sam was determined not to count the boy out at least not yet.

Among the faculty Dean had the biggest concerns around Potions Master Severus Snape. All three men agreed that Dumbledore was a shrewd man and his trust was most likely warranted but that didn't mean he couldn't be wrong about the double agent. John was the least worried about whether or not Severus would turn back to Voldemort as when and where Severus would try to strike out at the Winchesters for usurping his position as DADA professors.

All of this and more had plagued the minds of the Winchesters for the last two weeks, so it was with joy that the trio approached the bar for the rooms reserved for them by Dumbledore.

"Excuse me, I'm John Winchester, and these are my sons Sam and Dean. We have some rooms reserved for us by Albus Dumbledore." John stated without preamble his demeanor as brusque as always.

Tom looked at the men before him with a certain amount of awe. "Yes sir, if you'll follow me, I'll take you right up. Let me know if you need anything during your stay with us. A packaged arrived for you three yesterday care of the Headmaster it's waiting for you in your room sir. I gave your sons rooms adjoining for ease if that's alright."

"Whoa three rooms, you mean we don't have to share?" Dean asked incredulously. "Dude I'm seriously starting to like this Dumbledore guy."

"No kidding." Sam joined in looking so relieved it wasn't even funny.

"Well here you are, just ring the bell if you need anything. Dinner service runs till ten so come on down anytime your ready. Here are your keys and have a great stay." Tom finished still a little unsure of these muggles.

Slapping Tom on the back John said, "Sounds great. We'll be down in a bit." Before walking quickly into his room and shutting the door as Sam and Dean ran into theirs.

"What odd people." Tom muttered softly to himself. "Ah well, the wisdom of Dumbledore is incomprehensible."

Inside his room John Winchester threw back his head and let out a sigh of relief. Seeing the package on the desk in the corner, he banged on the adjourning doors to each room as he unlocked them so both boys would know to come in.

As the entered John spoke up, "Okay everyone's tired and cranky, so let's make this quick. We'll see what Dumbledore sent and then everybody gets to go to their respective rooms for the evening. We've got a week before classes start so there's no sense in rushing."

At his son's adamant agreeability to the plan judging from their violent head nods, John opened the package on the desk and pulled out three boxes. Handing each box to the appropriate son John put his box in his lap and opened the letter on top.

Dear, John, Dean, & Sam

Welcome to England. I can't tell you how glad I am to have you all in the employ of Hogwarts. I know we're going to have an excellent year. I have taken the liberty of having three wands made especially for you. They will allow you access to Diagon Alley as well as Gringotts, and Hogwarts. Please keep them with you at all times. I have also included wand holsters for convenience. Young Samuel I've included a device as requested that would allow you the use of your computer at Hogwarts. Attach it to the outside of your laptop and it should work without difficulty. Dean you will find a similar attachment for your vehicle. Your vault number at Gringotts is 1165 and I have taken the liberty of placing the combined value of your three salaries in ahead of schedule for convenience. I would also ask that you place any books you would like the students to purchase for class on order at Flourish & Botts they are expecting you. I would also highly advise you to purchase an owl as soon as possible for your communicating convenience in the wizarding world. I have included a two-way mirror as well for your communicating needs. Should you need to speak to me simply look in the mirror and say my name. Please let me know if you have any other needs, if not I look forward to seeing you on Sept. 1st.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

"Are you serious?" Dean asked as John finished reading the letter out loud. "Salary, real money, damn okay now I know I like the guy. I wonder how much it is, did he tell you dad?" Dean was amazed at the prospect of having a legitimate source of income.

"No, I didn't even think to ask." John admitted with a grin. "Ah well, we'll find out in the morning. In the meantime get the hell out of my room. I'll see you in the morning."

"Amen." Sam said as he quickly grabbed his box and ran to his room. He loved his father and brother but your on room was sacred cow in their family since it only usually happened when someone spent the night in a car or a hospital.

"Ditto, see you dad." Dean copied Sam's actions and raced for his own room. A hot shower was calling his name and then some exploring should work off his energy at being confined for the last two weeks.

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Dean Winchester loved life. He'd taken a thirty-minute shower without running out of hot water, he'd just had an excellent meal at the tavern, and he was now headed into the back alley for a little nighttime entertainment.

Stepping into the alley Dean was muttering the combination of bricks to tap with his new wand, and wasn't that a hoot. "Alright Tom said what was it two up and one to the right?" Dean asked as he tapped the appropriate bricks.

"Whoa." Dean said as the brick began to move revealing the entrance into Diagon Alley. "So cool."

It was like walking in the magical equivalent of Times Square and Dean fell in love. Wandering around from store to store Dean felt like a kid who'd been given the keys to the candy store. While he was immune to the awe of the supernatural, the world of witchcraft and wizardry was still relatively new since it was a very closed society. Dean tried to take in everything at once while still maintaining some air of cool but it was difficult when there was so much to see.

The biggest kick was what everyone was wearing. I mean to be wearing a dress in the first place was pretty out there but the colors of some of the robes had Dean staring after the wizards in sheer shock. Dean didn't feel too bad about staring since everyone was staring at him just as hard. "Boy you can bet I won't get caught dead in one of those." Dean muttered to himself lightly.

Marking places off mentally that they needed to visit the next morning Dean began making a mental map of the area. It was a survival skill his dad had drilled into them from the age of two. Know your surroundings; mark all visible entrances and exits. It could save your life.

As Dean wondered he couldn't help but hope they got to spend a little time here in Diagon Alley, as there was so much to see and do. As Dean looked around his eye caught the sign in front of Eyeolps Owl Emporium. Remembering Dumbledore's advice in the letter Dean decided to check it out. He could always come back tomorrow with Sam and Dad to make a purchase.

As Dean walked into the store he once again was the subject of many stares. Shrugging it off Dean began to move around the room in glee. The owls were everywhere and they were beautiful animals.

It wasn't an owl that drew Dean's attention though but rather a grey black falcon in its own cage near the back. As Dean approached the majestic bird rose its head and marked Dean's approach with hunter's eyes. The closer Dean got the more he began to feel a connection with the animal in front of him. Grabbing the closest salesman Dean barked, "Yo, dude how much for the falcon?"

Looking startled and a little afraid the salesperson stammered over his explanation, "Sir that bird isn't for sale. He's not fittt you seee." At the look in Dean's eyes the salesman tried to offer more explanation. "The bird refuses to be taught he's been labeled untamable."

"You didn't answer my question dude." Dean said his eyes glowing in appreciation of the beautiful bird in front of him never breaking eye contact. "How much?"

"10 Galleons." the salesclerk quoted at last just wanting to have this conversation be over.

"Sold." Dean said simply before reaching to unlock the door to the cage.

"Sir!" The salesman exclaimed startling the birds around him. "You can't let the creature out of its cage it will fly away."

"Dude you just made a sale so don't worry about what happens after." Dean said once again reaching for the door. "Oh damn." Dean said suddenly backing away from the door. "Do you guys accept American money, cause I can't get into the vault Dumbledore set up till tomorrow."

Dean cursed inwardly at the thought of leaving the bird in a cage for another minute. If he'd been in the states he would have been tempted to lift the bird but he didn't want to get Dumbledore into trouble after all the man had provided for them so far.

Still looking at Dean like he was crazy the salesman did brighten up at the mention of Dumbledore and asked, "How do you know the Headmaster?"

"My dad, brother and I are the new Defense teachers this year." Dean supplied absentmindedly still staring at the falcon.

"Really?" The salesman said sounding even more shocked. "Well if Dumbledore has vouched for you that's good enough for Eyeolps. You May return in the morning to pay for the animal." The man reluctantly agreed. "But I would still strongly advise against letting the animal out of the cage." The man couldn't help but think Dean would be giving him 10 galleons for nothing since the bird would escape right away.

"Hey thanks man really I appreciate that." Dean said this time opening the cage and putting his arm in for his new companion to climb onto.

The salesman didn't know which shocked him more the thanks from Dean or the fact that the falcon climbed on without complaint and made no signs of flying off as Dean removed his arm from the cage.

Now face-to-face Dean could easily recognize the spirit in the bird in front of him. This wasn't an animal to tame but rather a hunter to respect. Acknowledging that respect and Dean found himself suddenly with a companion that would be as loyal as he was.

It took another 15 minutes to get all the details worked out, what the falcon ate, how to send and receive letters. A perch for the bird to rest and nice dragon skin glove for Dean to wear to protect his arm from his new friends sharp claws. As the two made their way from the store Dean tried to figure out what to name the beautiful bird.

"So what do you think your name should be?" Dean asked conversationally. "Can't just call you bird can we? Badass works but would probably piss off Dad and Sammy. How about Zeus? Dude was a total badass and an amazing hunter." Dean looked at the newly named Zeus and found that the name seemed to be okay with him. "Zeus it is then. Let's head back to the Inn, I'm starting to get beat." By the time Dean and Zeus got back to the Leaky Cauldron Dean could really feel his energy waning. Setting up the perch and opening the window Dean was asleep by the time his head hit the pillow.

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Sam's evening was very different from his brother's except for the thirty-minute shower. Having unlimited hot water was a luxury the Winchesters weren't used too. In their normal mode of living they were lucky if the beds had sheets and the bathrooms even had towels. Sam hated to get too used to this lavish lifestyle but he did have to admit the wizarding world was making a hell of a first impression. Sam had gone down to the bar and had been pleasantly surprised when Tom had assured him that he would be happy to fix Sam a tray and send it up. Enjoying the excellent meal in the comfort of his room uninterrupted by anyone had gone a long way to recharging Sam's batteries.

Alone in his room with nothing but his thoughts Sam allowed the guilt over Jessica's death to sweep over him like a tsunami. Pulling out his wallet Sam removed the picture of Jess that resided there and ran his thumb over the now fading picture. Sam knew that he needed to talk about what happened to Jess but every time he started too, he found the pain was so unbearable he couldn't stand it. Trying to focus on the good times didn't ease the pain; in fact it seemed to make it worse. It was why Sam waited until he was alone to remember the woman he loved. He didn't want his brother or father to see him break down. Letting the tears stream down his face Sam laid on the bed and just stared at the picture before whispering quietly "I love you." and closing his eyes knowing Jess would plague his dreams but at least he would see her again.

Though getting more sleep then he had been that wasn't saying much considering he had been sleeping a combined total of 3 hours over 2 or 3 days. He was now averaging 2 or 3 hours a night before the nightmares and visions dragged him kicking and often screaming into consciousness.

Sam knew that both Dean and his dad were concerned about his irregular sleep patterns but there was nothing either man could do to help. Sam's guilt and grief was his to bear and all they could offer was their acceptance and support.

As Sam drifted off he found himself once more praying that he would one day kill the demon that caused so much destruction within his family.

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John Winchester like his sons enjoyed a long shower, and hot meal and was in bed by 10pm sleeping like a baby. After twenty-three years the man knew how to compartmentalize.

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It was daybreak when the Winchester trio met up in the bar of the Leaky Cauldron for breakfast the next morning. John was the first one to arrive and had commandeered a table and three individual pots of coffee. When you work the hours they did, there was no sharing of the caffeine, it was individual and a knock down drag out fight waiting to happen any other way.

A weary Sam stumbled in three minutes later and looked shocked to have beaten Dean to the table. Both men stared at Dean when he entered the bar a few minutes later with Zeus riding high on his shoulder.

"Uhm son, who's your friend?" John asked watching the bird warily.

"Dad, Sam meet Zeus got him last night. Isn't he great." Dean's enthusiasm was electric.

"Okay, Uhm can I ask why?" Sam said tilting his head to look at the bird more closely.

"Well remember Dumbledore told us to get an owl? Well I went looking around last night and this guy was for sale so I bought him." Dean stated stroking Zeus's feathers lightly.

"What made you chose him." John asked putting his hand out for Zeus to inspect.

"Look in his eyes this guy's a pure hunter Dad." Dean said hoping his father and brother would understand. "The guy at the shop said no one would buy him because they couldn't train him but I just looked at him and knew he would fit in with us."

"One hunter too another." John said making eye contact with Dean.

"Yeah." Dean said glad John seemed to get it.

"How'd you pay for him?" Sam asked petting Zeus lightly and smiling wistfully. He'd always wanted a family pet, but it had never been practical.

"I mentioned that we were working at Hogwarts and the guy said I could pay him today after we got our money from our vault." Dean admitted before holding out his arm to Sam. "You want to hold him for a while Sammy?"

"You sure?" Sam asked having fallen in love with Zeus almost as quickly as Dean.

"Sure go ahead." Dean insisted pleased Zeus was fitting in so well.

"Thanks." Sam said and held out his arm for Zeus to climb on. It was as Sam held out his arm that Dean and John could see the slight tremors racing through Sam's tall frame.

Sharing a concerned glance John made a mental note to ask Dumbledore for some help with Sam's nightmares.

"Everyone sleep alright last night?" John asked eyeing Sam.

"Like a baby." Dean answered his eyes glued on his younger brother as well. "What about you Sammy you get any shut eye at all?" John asked as if he didn't know the answer already.

"Relax, I got a couple of hours." Sam answered brushing off the obvious concern staring at Zeus as if mesmerized.

Dean rolled his eyes in exasperation, but changed the subject anyway, knowing that pushing Sam would do no good what so ever. "So everyone hurry up and eat breakfast and then lets go to Gringotts and then check this place out. It's awesome." Dean practically bounced has he poured himself a cup of coffee.

"Sound's good to me." John answered as he tucked into a plate of eggs and bacon.

"Sure, whatever." Sam conceded tiredly as he poured his second cup of coffee and nibbled on some toast.

It was thirty minutes later that the trio plus Zeus entered Diagon Alley and Sam had to admit, Dean had been right. It really was impressive. Making note of his surroundings as he and John followed Dean through the streets, Sam felt himself waking up in interest at his surroundings.

There weren't a lot of people out but John could tell the area would be bustling later. Once they arrived at Gringotts and showed the Goblin their wands they relinquished their weapons and Zeus and they were escorted to their vault. As the hurtling car finally stopped all three Winchesters were wearing broad grins.

"Oh Hell yeah!" Dean enthused having gotten a kick out of the wild ride.

"That's better then a triple espresso." Sam volunteered feeling wide-awake.

"I don't care how much you beg you can't get one for Christmas." John joked at his son's enthusiasm.

"But DAD!!" was the whine from both boys.

The goblin observed the humans with mild interest as they continued the familiar banter. Holding out a hand for a wand the goblin quickly placed in to the vault door and then stepped back as the door opened.

What they saw silenced the Winchesters as effectively as if someone had hit a mute button. When you make your living hustling pool, and top it off with some credit card fraud having money is not something you get used too. So when you're standing in front of a large pile of money even if it is wizarding currency it's disconcerting.

"Wow!" Dean was the first one to speak.

"Ditto." Sam said, "How much is in there?" He asked incredulously.

"$482,000 galleons." The goblin supplied without hesitation.

Three pairs of eyes turned to the goblin.

"You wouldn't happen to know what that is in American dollars would you?" John asked with stunned disbelief.

Closing his eyes for a second as the goblin performed the mental math he then said, "$2,101,520.00 dollars."

"Holy Shit!" Dean said looking completely stunned.

"How do we carry it?" Sam asked looking stunned and confused.

The goblin produced three leather pouches and handed them to each man.

"Thanks." They replied in unison.

"Of course." The goblin replied unimpressed.

The Winchester held the pouches and looked at each other grinning like loons.

"Okay." John said at last and reached in the vault and filled up his pouch.

Both boys quickly followed and a few minutes later they were back in the cart flying towards the lobby of the Gringotts. After picking up their weapons and a thoroughly annoyed Zeus the Winchesters were on their way.

The first stop was to Eyeolps to pay back the salesman for Zeus who nearly fell down in shock when he saw Zeus residing regally on John's shoulder. Dean shelled out the 10 galleons and even added a 5-galleon tip for letting Dean take Zeus last night. They didn't spend much more time there except to pick up dragon skin gloves for John and Sam and a few additional treats.

Leaving Eyeolps the Winchesters began to work their way around Diagon Alley. The next stop was Flourish and Botts were John and Dean literally had to drag Sam out before he could move in for the duration.

"Dude come on you can come back later and get your geek on." Dean growled using an old arm lock to pull Sam from the building.

"Dean I don't have half these books we need to be ready for Sept. 1st. This is important." Sam tried to reason his way back into the store.

"Sam, Dean's right you can come back later. We're not leaving for a few days yet, so just keep breathing and lets finish checking out the whole area." John reasoned hoping this didn't turn into a knockdown drag out fight between Dean and Sam.

"Fine, fine." Sam finally relented looking longingly back at the bookstore as they made their way down the street.

The rest of the day was spent immersing themselves in popular wizard culture. Quality Qudditch intrigued all three men and Dean had been three seconds away from buying a broomstick before John reminded him that he wasn't magical and therefore might not even be able to make one work. They decided to wait till they got to Hogwarts before asking.

None of them could figure out what the rules of Qudditch were anyway so Dean reluctantly put down the broom and made their way to the next store.

The rest of the day was spent in similar fashion and by the time the Winchesters settled in for the night they were all exhausted from their exploring.

The afternoon portion of the day had been spent separately so that everyone could get what they wanted. John spent three hours in the weapons store and Sam wanted some serious quality time in Flourish as well as the local potion supply store.

Dean just bounced around looking at everything until he stumbled upon the newly opened Weasley Wizarding Weezes and met up with his brother and father later looking entirely too pleased with himself. This prank war was going to be fun.

The next day the Winchesters finished taking care of all the business before heading off to Hogwarts. Sam got in touch with his friend at Oxford and in fact spent the day with him at the Oxford computer lab networking their system to his laptop.

John and Dean spent the time outfitting the Impala with a bird perch and reorganizing the weapons in the trunk with additional supplies purchased the day before.

John had gone into the trunk shop alone since neither Sam nor Dean were interested and had struck gold. Finding out that wizarding trunks expanded to hold three times their size in supplies had been great. But then also finding out that they could be shrunk down to the size of cigar box and John was shoving the 85 galleons a piece into the salesman's hands without even flinching over the cost. It made packing much easier not to mention it cut the worry of getting pulled over by the cops and having them want to search the trunk.

It was dawn the next morning when the Winchesters plus Zeus resting on his newly installed perch headed out for Hogwarts. Dean loved his new companion but the Impala had been his first love for a long time. A fact he'd made very clear to Zeus when the bird had started to scratch at the leather interior.

It had taken 45 minutes and a cup of coffee but eventually Dean made his point to his new companion. Of course Dean then had to put up with Sam making comments about chick flick moments with birds and cars for three hours until Dean was ready to pull the car over and kick his ass.

Making their way through the English countryside upwards to the Scottish border the Winchesters relished their time together as a family before the hunt once again ruled their thoughts and life.

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Four Days Later

As Ron, Hermione, and Harry made their way through the throng of back to school shoppers Hermione was as usual keeping the two boys on task.

"So I say we go to Flourish and Botts first, and then we can get new robes, and then go to Eyeolps, and then of course Quality Qudditch last." Hermione spoke in a focused and determined voice.

Rolling his eyes at Harry Ron said, "Fine, but no more then an hour and a half in the book store, otherwise I'm leaving." Ron warned.

"Of course, now come on. I want to see what books Mr. Winchester picked out for the DADA class." Hermione insisted.

Ron perked up at that thought and began moving faster as well. The elder Winchester and his boys had been a constant source of discussion over the summer. When Fred and George had found out he was going to be teaching they actually considered coming back to Hogwarts for their final year. Little did they know they had already met a Winchester and had in fact made a great first impression.

Making her way to the front counter Hermione's voice was shaking with eagerness as she said, "Okay let's get our regular books before finding out which books the Winchesters assigned."

It took the trio only 15 minutes to get copies of the text books for their other classes but they had to wait in line for an additional 10 minutes to get the books for DADA since the Winchesters had been late getting in their requests the names of the books weren't printed on the Hogwarts back to school list.

The busy clerk didn't bother to even speak to the children but rather just hurried to fill the order, so the line would keep moving. Handing over a stack to each young person the clerk quickly rang them up and the trio hurried outside to see what had been chosen.

Tossing aside his history, and divinations book Ron said, "Oh come on where are they?"

"Here's one." Harry said at last as he read the front cover, "The Art of War, by Sun Tzu. I've never heard of it, have you?"

"I have, but I've never read it. I believe it's a fairly famous book that is quoted often as being the best book ever written about the tactics of warfare." Hermione quoted looking at the book with interest.

Ron shook his heads and continued to dig threw the selection.

"Ah here's another." Hermione squealed, "Psychological Warfare, by Paul M. A. Linebarger."

Both Ron and Harry shook their heads in denial of knowing this one either.

"Here's the last one," Harry said, "Domestic Terrorism and Incident Management: Issues and Tactics by Miki Vohryzek-Bolden, Gayle Olson-Raymer, and Jeffrey O. Whamond. Boy that's a mouthful."

"No kidding, man these books sound really weird." Ron said at last looking up.

"Well they certainly don't sound like a barrel of laughs that's for sure." Hermione agreed, "But they do sound useful." She concluded.

"Well I've said it once, and I'll say it again. It's going to be an interesting year." Ron stated emphatically.

"Come on we still got shopping to do, and I want to get that done so we can start looking at these books." Harry said grabbing his bags and starting to walk towards Eyeolps.

"I never thought I'd live to see the day you would be willing to look at school books before term even started." Hermione teased lightly following behind.

"Well times are changing." Harry answered with solemnity that had Ron and Hermione staring at Harry with concern.

"Harry..." Hermione started tentively.

"I'll tell you eventually I promise but not right now okay?" Harry answered not wanting to get in the prophecy right then.

"Well then lets go get some owl treats and then head on to Quality Qudditch." Ron answered with enthusiasm. "I hear they have a new prototype broom that's supposed to be even better then the firebolt. We've got to check it out. Can you imagine if we had those for the upcoming Qudditch season we would rule!" Ron's eyes glazed over as he contemplated Qudditch victory.

It took the three kids another hour before they were able to grab a table at the Ice Cream Shop and relax for a moment. After placing their orders the three teens each chose one of the books and began to study. It wasn't long before each one of them was so engrossed that their ice cream lay forgotten on the table. In fact if it hadn't been for Neville Longbottom calling their names they might have stayed there all day.

"Hey, Harry, Hermione, Ron what are you doing?" Neville asked.

"Neville hello, how are you?" Harry said pleased to see Neville looking so much better after the end of the previous year.

"Good Harry, what has you all so engrossed?" Neville asked again.

"We just got our books for the new DADA class, and they're fascinating" Hermione admitted.

"Oh yeah, I heard about that my Gran nearly had a heart attack when she first heard Dumbledore hired a muggle. I tell you if it weren't for the fact that Gran firmly believes Dumbledore can do no wrong she might have pulled me out of school." Neville admitted.

"Well tell her not to worry, from what we've discovered this guy might be the best teacher we've ever had." Ron said with amazement.

"Really?" Neville said looking surprised, "What did you learn?"

Before Hermione could fill Neville in they were interrupted by the arrival of Seamus, and Dean.

"Hello all how was your summer?" The outgoing Seamus asked greeting everyone cheerfully and getting into an immediate debate with Ron about the performance of the Chudly Cannons this year at the World Qudditch Cup.

Dean and Neville began to grill Hermione about John Winchester when Harry spotted Ginny, and Luna Lovegood exiting Eyeolps.

"Hey Ginny, Luna over here." Harry shouted glad to see the strange girl once more. "Luna how are you?"

"I'm good Harry, Father and I had a wonderful summer searching for a horn-toed shallywack." Luna admitted.

"Glad to hear it." Harry said with some amusement, "Come join us the more the merrier."

"Thanks Harry." Ginny said, "So what do you think of the new books for DADA?" She asked as she spotted them on the table.

"So far they're pretty interesting. Did you fill Luna in on what we learned?" Harry asked, having already filled Ginny in during their time together at Grimmauld Place.

"Oh yes, it sound's like it's going to be an interesting year." Luna admitted absentmindedly.

"Tell me about it." Harry said with some rueful apprehension.

The rest of the afternoon was spent wasting away the hours as they laughed and joked in the bright sunshine, all of them knowing that tomorrow would be the start of a new adventure. The time for being a child was almost over and the burdens of war and adulthood approaching fast. So for the afternoon, they banished the darkness to the backs of their minds and embraced one last day in the sun.

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Hogwarts Castle

Present

It had taken the Winchesters and Zeus four days to get to Hogwarts due mainly to the fact that they had felt no need to rush the drive, and all three men were getting used to driving on the left side of the road. An unfortunate incident at a round about had nearly kept them from getting there entirely but thanks to Dean's great reflexes and an obsessive love of his car and they avoided disaster.

As the black beauty approached the Hogwarts gates having already passed through the mystical barrier surrounding the castle much like the one between platforms nine and ten at the train station. It was with awe that the Winchesters parked by the front entrance and got out of their cars.

Dean let out a low whistle, "Damn guys, we're seriously moving up in the world." Dean slid on his brown dragon skin glove and let Zeus climb on.

"Don't get used to it son, after this year it's back to the good old US of A and back to subterfuge, no pay, and crappy motels." John warned concerned about getting used to such a lavish lifestyle.

"Yeah, well that may be true, but it doesn't mean we can't enjoy it while it lasts." Dean said with his usual irrepressible humor.

Snorting John grabbed his bag and walked to the castle doors prepared to knock.

Before that could happen the large door swung open and there stood Albus Dumbledore grinning madly. "Ah at last our long awaited guests. John it's so good to see you again. Welcome to Hogwarts. You must be Sam and Dean." Dumbledore was in fine form the familiar eye twinkle sparkling like mad.

A little off putted by such enthusiasm Dean and Sam just smiled wanly and said, "Sure."

"Please leave your bags I'll have the house elves take them to your quarters. We were just about to commence with our beginning of the year staff meeting, so you have arrived just in time." Dumbledore informed them as he ushered them into the great hall.

"Don't worry about it Albus we can carry our own bags." John said hefting his bag of weapons higher on his shoulder. "No offense but nobody handles our weapons but us."

"Of course, right this way. I am pleased to see your shopping in Diagon Alley went so well. Might I ask the name of the new Winchester?" Albus said as they strode into the main dining hall.

"Zeus." Dean supplied succinctly stroking the bird up on his shoulder.

"A beautiful specimen and an obvious choice. I know he will be a wonderful lifelong companion." Dumbledore said with good humor. "I will have to introduce you to my companion Fawkes. He is a phoenix and I believe the two will get along famously. Here we are the Great Hall." Dumbledore said with a flourish as two great doors swung open to reveal the interior.

"Damn." Dean mutter softly looking around the large room.

"The ceiling's been enchanted to show the sky above." Sam quoted from Hogwarts; The History. One of the first books he'd read and committed to his excellent memory.

At the far end of the room stood the raised daises where the rest of the faculty were residing, most of who were looking at the Winchesters with disdain.

"Remember when we decided we didn't need to bother with robes because they looked ridiculas?" Sam muttered aside to his dad and brother.

"Yeah." Dean answered back eyeing the faculty.

"That might have been a mistake." Sam acknowledged.

"Yeah." John admitted observing the formal wear of the rest of the faculty, which contrasted sharply with the jeans and layered flannel the Winchester were wearing.

"Dad?" Dean hissed, as they got closer to the daises.

"Yeah I see him." John acknowledged cataloging the glare Severus Snape was sending the trio's way. "Sam?"

"Yeah it's Snape." Sam supplied from pulling Severus's picture from his memory. "That's more then just being pissed about losing out on a job." Sam said quietly observing the pure hatred being glared their way.

"Yeah it is. But we'll discuss it later." John said eyeing Dumbledore clearly saying exlplanations would be needed. "Eye's open boys we're officially in it now." John warned as they fell silent now that they had reached earshot of the teachers.

Dumbledore who'd been listening to the men as he led them to the daises felt his own apprehension with Severus grow at the man's obvious fury. Clearing his throat he addressed the regular faculty of Hogwarts. "Good evening and welcome to the beginning of the year staff meeting. I would like to introduce our new professors for the Defense Against the Dark Arts. This is John Winchester and his sons Samuel and Dean. I know you all will make them most welcome and offer them any assistance they should desire." The last was said in the direction of Severus Snape who simply frowned harder then before.

"Now, gentlemen you know Minerva McGonagall, that's Hagrid, Professor Sprout, Professor Snape, Professor Flitwick, Madam Pince, Argus Filch, Professor Grubbly-Plank, Madame Hooch, Madam Pomfrey, and Professor Trelawney. Please gentleman have a seat and we can begin discussing school business." Albus gestured towards three seats reserved between Hagrid and Minerva.

Before he could continue however Professor Trelawney had risen from her seat to point at the Winchesters and said in a loud voice, "You will face unimaginable terror and will be hunted by evil. Beware, beware of the danger, death haunts you." She collapsed into her chair when she was done, like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

Observing the performance with mirth John eyed Albus for an explanation. "Professor Trelawney is our divinations professor." Dumbledore's voice was laced with good humor.

Unable to completely repress the chuckle that bubbled out of him, Dean tried to cover it with a cough as he saw the look of pure disbelief on Sam's face.

"Really?" Sam said drawing the word out into at least five syllables. "Okay." Sam's eyes rolled so far back into his head all John and Dean could see were the whites. Shooting a look at John that clearly asked if John had filled Dumbledore in on Sam's abilities. At John headshake in the negative Sam chuckled in irony.

As the men took their seats John sent a nod and a smirk to Minerva, while Dean was eyeing Hagrid thoughtfully. "Hey Sammy, looks like there's finally somebody taller then you." Dean ribbed lightly.

"Whatever you say Papa Smurf." Sam smirked back knowing how much Dean hated the fact that Sammy was taller.

"Now, the first order of business is the feast tomorrow night to welcome back the old students and usher in the new ones." Dumbledore began effectively silencing any more banter between the brothers.

"Hagrid you will of course welcome the first years from the train." Dumbledore assigned.

"Of course Headmaster, it's a pleasure." Hagrid boomed.

"Minerva I assume the sorting hat is ready to perform it's duties." Albus queried.

"As always Headmaster." Minerva answered efficiently.

"Excellent." Albus said and then proceeded to update the teachers on various changes to schedules, class assignments, and any other changes that had taken place over the summer.

John tuned Dumbledore out and simply began observing the other faculty. Making note of who seemed okay with the Winchesters being there and who didn't. Which ones were with Dumbledore and who were against? Most seemed to be with Dumbledore including the black cloud at the end of the table. Of course that didn't mean that they didn't think the man was a little crazy for hiring John. That fact was perfectly obvious by the continuing glances that kept getting shot his way. It was going to be an interesting year.

Dean was bored and it showed. He could care less about school politics they were the pitch hitters, the ringers they didn't need to worry about if pairing the Slytherins and Gryffindor was a good idea or not. Dean let his eyes wander the room taking in entrances and exits as well as any magical enhancements. He listened with half an ear as Dumbledore continued to talk about the upcoming year of teaching but otherwise let himself observe his surroundings without interruption.

Sam being the natural learner that he was, was trying to stay awake. But he'd had less sleep the night before then usual and the warm room and comfortable chair was just too relaxing. Add in the feeling of safety that one got from Hogwarts and Sam's eyelids began to lower and his head tilt to the right, until he was sound asleep.

"Excellent." Albus said as he finished up on school business. Turning to ask the Winchesters if they had any questions or if they'd like to say a few words, Dumbledore couldn't help but let out a low chuckle. John and Dean were obviously disinterested and young Samuel was sound asleep. Minerva looked appalled and angry at what she perceived to be disrespect for the Headmaster. Albus just smiled and winked at her and said. "Now our last order of business is to sort the Winchesters into a house. Minerva would you fetch the sorting hat for me please?"

Looking stunned at this development Minerva rose and said, "Of course Headmaster." As she walked briskly from the room to complete the task.

"What?" Dean asked looking to Sam for clarification upon hearing their name. Seeing his brother asleep Dean jabbed him gently to wake him up.

"Huh what?" Sam came wide-awake, as it was an occupational hazard to ever sleep to deeply.

"We're about to get sorted into houses." John said to his worn out youngest son.

"Old Al over there sent Red to get some kind of hat." Dean supplied. "Whatever the hell that means.

"There are four houses inside Hogwarts," Sam whispered to his dad and Dean, "Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. You're sorted into one house for your stay."

"Really Headmaster is that necessary. It's not as if they are students, or magical." Snape's voice oozed disdain for the situation. "They so obviously don't deserve to be given the distinction of being sorted into a house as if they belong." Snape spoke up and glared down the table.

Instead of rising to the bait all three Winchesters leaned forward and looked down the table to the angry Potion's Master grinning at his obvious fury. Sharing a smile Sam laid his head on the table and Dean and John just sat back and smirk. Even Zeus seemed to be observing the Potions Master with condescending disdain. Severus might think he was intimidating, but to the Winchesters his insults were about as scary to them as local law enforcement. Besides they were used to not being wanted, it was water off a ducks back.

Severus Snape was furious. First he was forced to once again lose out the coveted position as DADA professor yet again. But to add insult to injury Dumbledore had chosen a muggle of all things. Severus didn't care how good this pathetic man or his bastard children were supposed to be, they didn't belong in Hogwarts. Then the miserable people just smiled at him while he insulted them and the younger one appeared to be going to sleep of all things. It was an outrage. "Look at them. They are hardly what we want in representing the school. They are dressed like vagrants and apparently have the attention span of a dumb animal."

Severus's continued rant was cut off by a low chuckled from Dean Winchester who was looking highly amused at Snape's fury.

Before Snape's head exploded, Albus interfered and said, "Now Severus our new teachers deserve all the respect you would give me. They will be residing at Hogwarts for the next year, and will be assigned a house." Albus's tone left no room for argument.

The Winchesters looked unconcerned with the whole proceedings. Sam just went back to sleep and both Dean and John were whispering to each other and ginning like loons.

"This guy's going to blow a gasket." Dean whispered to his dad enjoying tormenting the other man.

"Never let them see you sweat." John answered back quietly with his own grin. "It's amazing this guys lasted as a double if he's this easily riled up."

"Well it does make him look like a lunatic, so maybe that's his game?" Dean theorized.

"Or maybe we're just evil people who enjoy screwing with the other guys head." Sam's voice was muffled as he spoke still half asleep.

Minerva's arrival with the Sorting Hat cut the conversation short as all three men stopped goading Snape so that they might observe the hat with interest.

"Ah Minerva, thank you so much. Shall we start with you John?" Albus motioned John forward.

"What the hell. Probably won't be able to sort us due to the lack of magic. What do you need me to do Al?" John asked pragmatically as he crossed to Dumbledore.

"One can only assume." Snape said snidely.

Turning to look at the malcontent Potions Master John winked at him before sitting on the stool Albus had conjured.

"Never fear John." Dumbledore said obviously prepared to enjoy the proceedings. "Please just place the sorting hat on your head and it will do the rest." Dumbledore handed the large, worn, floppy hat to John.

Looking at the hat in his hands John spared a glance at his sons who were looking across between amused and unsure. John shot a glance at Dumbledore who just stood there smiling with that damned eye twinkle. Taking a breath John turned the hat around in his hands for a second before placing the thing on his head.

As the hat settled on John's head, Sam and Dean burst out laughing, startling the whole room. "Quick Sammy get your camera this is a once in a life time opportunity." Dean gasped as the hat sank down over John's eyes.

Pulling out his Treo Sam began to snap pictures quickly. "Oh my God, oh thank you. I don't care if we die on this mission this moment makes it totally worth it. I think we have this years Christmas card Dean what do you say?" Sam gasps between laughs.

"You boys laugh it up, your turns coming up." John warned.

"Yeah, whatever." Dean gasped highly entertained.

As John sat there with the big hat on his head he couldn't help but feel kind of silly. It wasn't till he heard a voice in his head that he snapped to attention.

"Well what do we have here?" The voice asked conversationally. "A muggle how interesting. But not an ordinary muggle, my you are the interesting human aren't you?" The hat continued. "With your courage and stubbornness it can only be one place. GRYFINDOR" The hat shouted the last out into the open room cause Sam and Dean to stare in amazement.

"How predictable." Snape snarled.

"Dude." Dean started getting a little fed up with Snape's attitude even though he was still trying to process the fact that the hat spoke.

"Dean." John interrupted before Dean could put the smack down on the Potions Master. "Your turn son."

Letting his irritation go Dean motioned for Zeus to take up perch on the arm of the chair and sauntered over to his dad performed a bow to Sam and dropped the hat on his head as he sat down.

"Show off." Sam teased as he once again snapped pictures.

"Can't help it that I'm the pretty one." Dean snarked before falling silent as the hat began to talk to him.

"Another one, how interesting. Oh yes I can see you're cut from the same cloth as your father, young one. "

"Wow." Dean thought, "This place is frigging weird."

"So true," The hat answered back, "Yes only one place for you as well. GRYFINDOR." The hat shouted out again, much to Snape's consternation.

Pulling the hat off with a grin and a bow Dean motioned of Sam to come forward. "Come on Sammy it's your turn." Dean taunted.

"It's Sam jerk, give me the hat." Sam groused with humor.

"Whatever you say bitch." Dean answered with his usual dig, as he grabbed Sam's phone from his hand and began taking pictures.

The other faculty was grinning widely at the antics of the Winchesters. Whether it was due to their ease with the sorting hat, or the fact that it made Snape crazy, but the other teachers found themselves liking the Winchesters immensely.

As Sam placed the hat on his head he was better prepared for the voice in his ear. "So here you are the last one. Hmm very interesting. You're a bit unusual aren't you, not completely muggle and yet not a wizard. What a conundrum. Well to separate would be to defeat young man so you too belong to – GRYFANDOR" The sorting hat shouted.

"Excellent." Dumbledore clapped and shook each of the Winchesters by hand as he accepted the sorting hat back from Sam. "Well now that, that's taken care of, allow me to show you to your quarters. Meeting dismissed."

As the other professors began to rise and talk amongst themselves, many crossed to the Winchesters to say hello. The obvious exception of course being Professor Snape. The atmosphere in the dining hall was congenial until Sam went completely still and in a voice that cut through the din to his father and brother said, "Dean, Dad. Company to the right."

With reaction times that would, have made speedy gonzolas look like he was moving through molasses the Winchesters were armed with shotguns loaded with rock salt when the first ghost came floating into the dining hall three seconds later.

"Wait." Dumbledore shouted as the bickering ghost froze in the face of the immediate danger the Winchesters presented. "These are the Hogwarts Ghosts, they are not violent, and are permitted to be here." Dumbledore assured the wary Winchesters.

"And the poltergeist on the end?" John asked never lowering his weapon.

"Peeves is also a guest of Hogwarts, though a bit more mischievous then the others." Dumbledore reassured.

Peeves who had been looking fairly concerned seemed to relax marginally in the face of Dumbledore's support, but when he met the eyes of John Winchester he suddenly wasn't so sure it was going to be enough.

"Peeves was it?" John asked in a deceptively friendly voice. "I would suggest you watch yourself this year."

Nodding adamantly at the hunter, Peeves put a big smile on his face as finally the Winchester trio lowered their weapons and put them away.

"Anything else floating around this castle you'd like for us to not kill?" John asked Dumbledore seriously.

"Undoubtedly." Dumbledore answered. "We'll discuss the matter at length I'm sure. Now you are probably tired from your journey so allow me to escort you on a quick tour of the castle and then to your quarters." Dumbledore gestured for the Winchesters to follow as he led them out of the great hall.

"Well I must say Minerva, they are quite the character's aren't they?" Poppy approached Minerva conspiratorly.

"Yes, they do know how to make an impression." Minerva said dryly.

"You know I almost feel sorry for Severus, you know this is absolutely killing him." Poppy's sentiment was undermined by the laugher in her voice.

A rather mischievous smirk crossed Minerva McGonagall's face, as she didn't bother to answer, but rather winked at Poppy before excusing herself to get ready for the arrival of students the next day. It was going to be an interesting year, that's for sure.

To be continued.