Summer Plans

The massive and ornately fashioned metal gates before Neville seemed like something out of a horror movie, and his anxiety was not helping the case. He took a deep breath and, just as Triss had instructed him to in her letter, clearly stated his name, "Neville Longbottom."

For a second nothing happened. The gates did not move, but Neville's mind did. He thought for sure that she must have pulled some elaborate prank on him, making him think that she actually liked him, but a second later the gate swung open and Neville quickly walked through. The Flores estate was vast, and Neville saw a hippogriff lounging on the lawn a few hundred yards away, and three unicorns cropping the grass on the opposite lawn.

But what truly caught Neville's attention were the three figures walking down the long steps that led to the house. He recognized one, Triss, instantly. He had seen the other two, her parents, only in photos that she had sent to him over the summer of their vacations.

"Neville!" She called, breaking into a light jog and meeting him halfway down their pavement. "It's so good to see you, I'm so glad you came!"

"Thank you for inviting me," Neville mumbled, avoiding the gazes of Triss's parents. "You have a beautiful home." His gran would kill him if he didn't compliment their home at least four times before dinner.

"It seems a Gryffindor got lost and somehow wandered onto our property, Eliza," came the deep voice of Triss's father, a sneer evident in his tone. "What shall we do with him?"

"Be nice, John," Eliza said, lightly swatting her husband's arm. "Neville dear, please excuse my husband's odd sense of humor."

Neville looked up to see both of them smiling at him while Triss rolled her eyes. "Dad still has a huge love for the House rivalry."

"Of course I do," John said, puffing out his chest. "Slytherin House has been the best house since the start of Hogwarts."

"And yet you couldn't beat my House more than twice in the Quidditch Cup." Eliza said loftily. She saw Neville's confused look and she quickly added, "Sorry dear, I was a Ravenclaw when I went to Hogwarts."

"So you two aren't both Slytherins?" Neville asked, reeling back in shock. He had always assumed that Slytherins preferred to only marry other Slytherins.

"Oh, heavens no!" Eliza laughed. "I'm a Muggleborn, the first witch in my family tree. Slytherin house is getting to be a bit more progressive, but I don't think too many Muggleborns have been sent there."

"You're a Muggleborn?" Neville asked, shocked.

"Not all Slytherins are fixated on blood status," John said gently, understanding where Neville's confusion came from. "Don't judge the many for the actions of the few. When He Who Must Not Be Named was at the height of his power my wife and I never supported him. Hate only breeds hate, Neville."

Neville was stunned by this, it was something that his Gran had often said to him when she would sit alone on their porch and look over their yard. He felt a tug on his arm and looked to see Triss take his hand in hers. "Come on," she said eagerly. "I want to show you around the house!"

Eliza laughed at her enthusiasm. "Dinner will be ready around 7, Triss, make sure that you don't miss it. Again."

Neville looked down at his suitcase and saw that it had disappeared from his side and was now floating up the stairs inside. John, who had his wand out and pointed at the suitcase, smiled. "I'll take this to your room, Neville, don't worry about it. Go on, Triss has been going on nonstop about how excited she is for you to visit us. If I kept you from her for even a moment I fear that she will explode."

The Three Broomsticks Brawl

After a long day of teaching classes and dealing with students who, by all accounts, should have been severely hurt after greatly annoying merpeople in the Black Lake Dean was very much looking forward to kicking back and having a drink in his office. Unfortunately, the students had different things in mind that night. Dean had just kicked back in his office when he heard several loud knocks on his door. He had contemplated ignoring them when the knocks came again, louder this time. He had sighed and told them to come in. Sure enough, Oliver Wood came marching into the room with a large stack of notes in his hands and a determined expression on his face. "Professor," Oliver had begun, pulling a chair up and setting the notes down before him. "I've been thinking about different plays that we could run in our next game against Hufflepuff, and I drew up a few for us to discuss."

Dean had, with a stern look, told Oliver to ask him during practice and not during his office time. Dean liked Oliver, but the kid had some sort of obsession with winning the Quidditch Cup that Dean was unsure if he respected or found a bit creepy. After that Dean had decided to relocate and he now found himself in the Three Broomsticks, nursing a glass of Firewhiskey and enjoying the familiar feeling of a bar.

Rosmerta, the barkeep, was moving back and forth between the customers and taking orders. Dean watched her, admiring the way she engaged with the customers and bantered with them even as she worked. He looked away to sip his drink and when he returned his gaze to the bar in front of him he saw the witch leaning towards him, smiling. "Are you going to sit there all night and stare at me or are you going to say hello?"

Taken aback by this, a smiled sprang unbidden to Dean's lips. "Well, I didn't want to bother you while you were at work." He said, shrugging. "Bad manners to interrupt a bartender while they work."

"True, but I don't think you would be a bother Mr. Winchester," she mused. "But alright. I close in about thirty minutes, feel free to stay behind and help me clean up. If you don't want to be a bother, of course." She added the last as she walked away, smiling at him.

Dean was intrigued, so he did just as she asked. The regulars of the bar began to funnel out five minutes before closing and the bar was soon empty save for a group of five hooded strangers in the back of the bar, speaking in quiet tones. Rosmerta beckoned for Dean to join her, and he quickly hopped over the bar and took a dish towel in hand. "Glad to see you stayed," she smiled at him. "Always nice to have some company cleaning up for the night."

"What about the rest of your staff?" Dean asked, rinsing a glass out and drying it. "Don't they stay to help?"

"Aye, they do sometimes." Rosmerta shrugs. "But I let them go tonight, figured that it would be better to talk to you one on one. I've heard a lot about you, Mr. Winchester."

"Oh, have you?" Dean asked, curious as to what she possibly could have heard about him. "And what have you heard?"

"All good things, mostly," she said mysteriously. The clock on her wall dinged several times, announcing that it was now two in the morning. Closing time. She glanced to the group at the back of the bar and pursed her lips, annoyed. "That lot needs to clear out." She muttered.

"You want me to clear them out?" Dean asked, looking them over.

"I think I can handle taking care of my own bar, Mr. Winchester," Rosmerta told him, raising her chin and winking at him as she walked by.

Dean raised his hands in defeat and chuckled quietly, shaking his head. He watched her make her way over to them, picking up a glass mug that someone had left at their table as she went. Dean was too far away to hear what they said when she told them that it was closing, but he did hear, and see, when one of them pinched her on the ass as she turned away. Rosmerta's shout of outrage made the group laugh and boiled Dean's blood. He had leapt over the bar when he saw the glass mug in her hand shatter against the one who had assaulted her. Despite knowing that it was absolutely deserved, Dean winced all the same. Those glasses were thick. Accordingly, the wizard's head cracked against the table. Out cold. His four friends immediately rose from their seats and began to advance on Rosmerta, who did not back down an inch.

By the time that Dean had made his way to her side, which took less than four seconds from hopping the bar to coming to a stop next to her, the wizards were threatening her and rolling their shoulders. "You ought not have done that, bitch." One growled.

"He was just feeling the alcohol a bit," another agreed. "Now I don't think that we will be paying for our drinks, in fact you ought to be payin' us for drinking in this shitty place."

"What did you just say?" Rosmerta hissed, stepping forward and getting in the wizard's face. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you."

"Get the hell out of my face," he snarled, moving to shove Rosmerta.

What happened next happened almost too fast for the eye to follow. The wizard's arms had been about to push against Minerva when she turned to the side and grabbed him by the cloak. Off balance, he stumbled forward one step when Rosmerta thrust her hip into his leg and, with a quick motion, flipped him onto his back. Hard. Dean heard his breath whoosh out in a loud groan. "I think I'm in love," he muttered to himself, surprised.

But he had almost time to admire Rosmerta's throw as the remaining three shouted in anger and attacked them as one. Dean, no stranger of a bar room brawl, met them head on. Two of them swung wildly at him, the third attacking Rosmerta, and Dean was suddenly felt right at home. The two wizards, clearly unused to fighting with fists instead of wands, were very much at a disadvantage. Dean blocked or dodged every one of their fists with contemptuous ease all the while laying into him with his own. It wasn't a good fight, it barely lasted five minutes, but at the end of it Dean and Rosmerta quite literally threw the men from the bar and into the muddy and cold street outside.

They returned to the bar, sweaty and laughing, joking at the expense of the five men. "I've gotta hand it to you," Dean said as he took a seat. "You fight pretty damn well."

"Yeah, well, working in a bar means you have to be able to defend yourself." She said, shrugging. But she smiled at him all the same. "Not many wizards or witches know how to fight. Figured that you would only know how to swing a Beater's stick."

"As hard as you hit that guy with the glass, I'm pretty sure that you would make a damn good beater yourself." Dean said, laughing at the memory.

"I played beater for my Quidditch team when I went to Hogwarts," Rosmerta nodded. She leaned forward and placed a hand on Dean's arm. "So then, Dean, you know why I know how to fight, where did you learn?"

"That's a long story," he said, expecting her to nod and accept this response. What actually happened was very different.

"Well then," she said, pouring them two glasses of firewhiskey. "You better get talking."

The Other World

The Guide watched the antics of the Winchesters through a shimmering multicolored pool in her original dimension, the one that only those of a higher plane could reach or perceive. She enjoyed watching them. But it also worried her intensely. Though shifting them from dimension to dimension was, in a large part, for her amusement, it also was very necessary. A strange whirring sound came from behind her, and she turned to see a blue police box fade into existence. From the box outstepped a man in a brown suit, with a blindfold across his eyes. "Hello, Guide," the man said, outstretching one hand.

"Doctor," she responded back cordially, shaking his hand. "I had sensed that something was out of sorts in the dimensional alignment. I see you figured out how to cross dimensions again. Gone to get Rose Tyler, have you?"

"Not quite," he shook his head. "Came to see you, actually. You see, the Tardis has been absolutely bonkers. Registering all sorts of commotion going on on a multi-dimensional level, so I figured you had been playing again."

"Not me," she shook her head. "But I can tell you who it is. The Wanderer. Or Crayak."

"What are those two doing?" he asked, frowning. She could see his brow furrowing beneath his blindfold.

"Playing a game of sorts with me." The Guide said, returning to looking at the Winchesters. She waved a hand and the Doctor was suddenly right next to her. "A game with consequences that will affect the entirety of the multiverse."

"Excuse me, the entire multiverse?" he demanded. "Are you out of your minds?"

"It was not my idea, believe me," she said gravely. "I am merely responding. They want to start over. Have new toys to play with, they are bored of these ones. So they both decided to have a little fun."

"Little unfair, two versus one innit?" He asked, his tone grave. "How are they trying to destroy the multiverse?"

"With the infinity stones… sort of." The Guide said delicately. "Ever heard of them?"

"Never in all my lives."

"That's because they don't exist in more than a couple different universes. Enormously power items in their respective universes, capable of wiping out all life with a snap of their fingers."

"But they can't directly interfere, can they?" The Doctor asked.

"No, they're still bound by the laws of the multi-dimensionals." Guide agreed. "But, just as I have begun to amass my warriors, they have begun to assemble their own army. Among that army is one who already had desires to destroy all life in his universe. It will be child's play for them to convince him to search for an even grander prize. They've already created multidimensional infinity stones. Luckily for us, even they don't know where they are at."

"Us?" the doctor repeated, frowning once more. "I'm flattered that you would think-."

"I wasn't talking about you, Doctor," she cut him off. "Myself, Music Meister, and the Ellimist are the ones opposing him. We've already begun to select our champions. There is a battle coming, doctor. No, a war. One that will span the entirety of time and space, and at the center of it are two humans who just might be able to save the worlds."

Once again my readers, Hallowed here. To begin with, all of these one shots are canonical. They all matter to the story. Beyond that, to explain the last one, do not mistake me and think that it will become a massive part of the story. It won't. I am simply setting up for the other crossovers I will be writing following the Winchesters. That being said, I have already put one character from an entirely different universe into this story. Has anyone figured it out yet? Check your medallion, it might be humming.