What You Deserved

The name of the inn was The Leaky Cauldron. Why one would want to advertise the fact that their cauldron is leaky, was beyond Castiel, but at this point in his much too long life, he had realized that with humans, it was better to just go with it. At the current moment, the angel was following a middle aged women and a boy of about eleven years old. They had just vacated the previously mentioned, strange inn.

"Aunty Jessica, how come Jamie couldn't come with us? It was really nice in there!" complained the young boy, almost running to keep up with the much taller adult. He had a bit of a local Scottish accent and lovely red hair. Castiel wondered if this was some sort of cosmic joke. His sister Anna, whom he had admired for over a hundred years and ended up trying to kill him, had red hair, Christine, the woman whom had stolen Dean away from him, had fire red hair, and now, everyone he seemed to meet, had gorgeous red hair.

Castiel briefly wondered how his vessel would look with red hair, before scolding himself. All of father's creations were beautiful as they were; there was no need to alter them.

"Because Timothy, Jamie cannot see the inn!" exclaimed the also red-haired woman.

"But what do you mean, aunty, it's right there!"

"Well sweetie, wizards and witches have different perceptive abilities. Your eyes require a slight bit of magic to be able to see The Leaky Cauldron, and Jamie, not that it matters of course, simply will not get the same experience out of Diagon Alley as you did! Since he won't be able to feel the energy that you feel or see some of the things that you see!"

If Castiel was not invisible, he would have looked like quite the sight right then. His mouth was hanging open, and his head was tilted to the side. Not slightly to the side, but almost at a fort-five degree angle. His untended-to black hair grazed his shoulder as he trailed behind the two gingers.

'Wizards and Witches!' Castiel could barely wrap his head around it. He had been following these people for two hours and they seemed so normal! The boy loved chocolate, video games and his 'Aunty Jessica's' fresh apple pie. Castiel had not even bothered to analyze the two to see if they were supernatural beings, because it seemed so unlikely! They waved and smiled at passer-byers and wore bright, noticeable colors. All in all, they seemed like good people.

Castiel wondered if Dean and Sam would have hunted them anyway. Then he wondered if he would have helped them... The angel straightened his head and began to frown. This was it, he was going to ask Gabriel to get him sort of angelic-memory represent. But knowing his brother, he would most likely just show up at his house with a bag of cocaine, rum-chocolates and a harem of women.

He instinctively rolled his eyes.

"Hey mama, you think I'd get sorted into Slytherin?" asked the boy, spinning around playfully, "I want to so badly!"

"I don't know honey, so does everyone else. I bet that dear old hat is having a hard time sorting you all these days. However, you got a fighting chance, your father was a Slytherin, you know and you have all the cunning-ness and determination he did."

"I know, I know. I feel like he would be proud if I got in, hm? Also, cousin Sammy says the new Slytherin common rooms are to die for!"

"Yes, plus the whole new spell lab is dedicated to him right!"

"Of course. He was the perfect Slytherin. He used all of his brains, bravery and manipulation to achieve exactly what he believed in!"

"I see."

"The Snape Memorial Wing, it's got a lovely ring to it, I'm so excited! AAHHH, but being in Ravenclaw would be pretty bad-ass too."

"Timothy! Watch that language."

Castiel immediately perked up when he heard the name of the man he had been so obsessed with for the past weeks. The angel had figured that he was a wizard when these two said mentioned they were magical as well. It made sense if the man was traced back to the inn that was almost exclusively frequented by 'wizards and witches.' What Castiel did not expect was him being revered as such a famous one. He had expected him to be some loyal, unsung hero who was unanimously hated by all.

Castiel wondered what could have happened to this guy that was so bad, that even with all of this respect and admiration, Michael still felt like heaven had screwed him over. Although, he was not really sure if he wanted to know. Technically, as a member of heaven, he had 'allowed' it to happen too.

Shrugging off the thought, he followed the pair home and gave them two hours to settle down and relax. Then he knocked on their door.