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Chapter 6 Only The Most Epic Adventures Begin With A Train Ride

Sam was excited, he was finally going to Hogwarts, back in his original life there were thousands of people who would give anything for this, and here he and his brother had been sent to this reality, by God no less, and they were going to learn magic. Sam felt that he was entitled to geek out over this fact.

Sam also was smart enough to know that bad things would be coming, but he figured if he kept his head down and his nose out of it he would be right, right? Who was he kidding, he and Dean were hunters, knowing their luck, they would end up smack bang in the middle of it, because the threw themselves there, but for the moment he was happy to live with the illusion that it wasn't his problem.

Sam's nice little bubble of denial was burst no less than 2 minutes later when a boy about his age, with dark messy hair and round gasses asked aunt Molly how to get to platform nine and three quarters. Living in denial suddenly went out the window.

Dean kissed his Aunt Molly good-bye and got on the train. Looking for a compartment, he noticed the kid from earlier, the one asking how to get on the platform, sitting by himself. Dean, who prided himself on being a people person, decided to sit with the kid. "Hey mind if I sit here with you?"

"Sure go ahead" said the boy, "Cool, thanks, Dean Prewett" said Dean holding out a hand "Harry Potter" came the reply, and before Dean could say anything else, Ron and Sam entered the compartment, Ron just sitting himself down while Sam remembered his manners "do you mind if we join you?"

"No, not at all" said Harry. "I'm Sam Prewett, Dean's twin, and this is our cousin, Ron Weasley"

"Harry Potter"

"Really?" piped up Ron, "So do you have the, you know?" Ron said pointing at his forehead.

"RON!"

"What Sam? It's a fair question." Came Ron's reply.

"It's alright Sam, really, I don't even remember what happened, here you can look if you want." And with that Harry lifted up his fringe to reveal the legendary scar.

"Wicked" stated Ron

"So, are all of your family wizards?" Asked Harry.

"Err, yes, I think so," said Ron. "I think Mom's got a second cousin who's an accountant, but we never talk about him."

"Oh yes, because having an accountant in the family is soooo embarrassing." Came Dean's reply, his voice dripping with sarcasm, Ron blushed and Harry giggled. "So I'm guessing you all know loads of magic already, I mean your whole family being wizards and all."

"Not really, we only just got our wands this summer, and we're not meant to do magic outside of school" said Sam with a pointed look at Dean, "So don't worry, you'll be at the same level as everybody else." And with that Dean noticed the kid fully relax, as if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders, and in that moment, Dean decided that no matter what was coming this kids way, he would be there to help him out, after all, Dean felt that by this point, he was getting to be something of an expert when it came to carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, so he felt it his duty to make sure that Harry didn't have to do it alone. Sharing a look with Sam, he know that his brother was thinking the same thing, and with the way Ron and Harry seemed to connect, his cousin would be there as well.

Harry, sitting there with Ron, Sam and Dean, chatting about inconsequential things, didn't even realise that a family was building itself around him, to be there to protect him from the things that would soon be hunting the young boy.

While Harry, Ron, Sam and Dean were becoming fast friends, several compartments down two friends were discussing the merits of different houses and where they think they might be sorted.

It had taken Castiel a week after his trip to Diagon Ally to work up the courage to tell Hermione that they would not be going to school together in the coming September, only to find out she was going to tell him the same thing, and then the delight of finding out that, actually, yes they would be going to school, because, as it turned out Hermione was actually a witch.

After that the two spent the rest of their summer poring over their text books, trying to learn as much as they could about this new world that they would soon be joining. "I think Gryffindor sounds by far the best of all the houses" came Hermione's proclamation.

"And I think it sounds like a house full of imbeciles who go looking for trouble" was Castiel's monotone reply.

"Well which house would you prefer then?"

"I don't really mind, I think when we get there we will be put in the house we are meant to be in and that will be the end of it."

"True" came Hermione's subdued reply, she had just opened her mouth to say something else when a round faced boy poked his head in the compartment, he seemed upset. "Have either of you seen a Toad, I've lost one."

"No we haven't, but we could come help you look if you like." Hermione offered.

"Thank you that would be great, I'm Neville by the way."

"Hermione"

"Castiel" and with that the three set off, knocking on compartments, looking for the missing toad.

The group had tried five different compartments before they received something other than a polite, but negative response, unfortunately though it wasn't because they had found the toad.

"Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one," said Hermione to the compartment containing four boys, as she had designated herself spokes person for their search and rescue efforts. As Castiel looked into the compartment, his eyes locked with a moss green pair he hadn't seen in over eleven years, however, before he could even say a word, there was a fist flying toward his face.

Everything went black after that.