The group made their way to the living room/library to sit down. Adeline sat between Dean and Sam on the couch, Loki on the armrest. Professor McGonagall sat in the chair across from them. Bobby was behind the desk.
"May I ask where Miss Potter is?"
"You can ask, but there is no guarantee we will answer," Adeline snarked back.
"You're not going to be allowed to hang out with Lucifer if you don't remember your manners," Sam chastised her.
Adeline glared at him. "Of course. What I meant to say was: You are welcome to ask, but I plead the fifth." Sam face palmed.
"What she means to say," Dean cut in, "is what do you need with Miss Potter?"
"She has a place at Hogwarts. I have come to deliver her letter and take her shopping for her school supplies. Now, where is she?"
"I'm Adeline Potter, but I no longer go by that name. Legally, I am Adeline Winchester-Singer-Potter. As long as you don't broadcast to the entire Wizarding World who I am, I am perfectly fine with you taking us to Diagon Alley. But first, I would like to discuss a job."
"Why would you need a job?" McGonagall asked, confused.
"I don't. It's for those three. They will probably need some of the others for certain subjects, too."
"Do you mind if I call in two of my colleagues to discuss this?"
"Not at all. As long as they aren't possessed, get smart with me, or apparate straight into the house, I won't shoot them." Adeline informed her cheerfully. McGonagall gave her a look that clearly said she feared for Adeline's sanity before she disappeared with a 'POP'. A few moments later, an old man with long hair and beard appeared in the room. Adeline immediately shot him in the knee, listening to his exclamation of pain, before aiming at his head, the others pulling out guns as well.
McGonagall rushed back into the room. "Albus! I told you not to apparate straight in!"
The man with greasy black hair who entered behind McGonagall cut in sounding slightly impressed and slightly nervous, "Why was Albus shot in the kneecap?"
"I told McGonagall to tell her colleagues not to apparate straight in. I told her that if they followed the guidelines, I wouldn't shoot." Adeline told him smugly. "I gave fair warning. It's his fault he didn't listen."
"Listen, Potter, you brat-" the man started.
"No, you listen, you cocky son of a bitch. I gave fair warning. Simple rules. And I didn't go for a fatal shot either, so you should be grateful he's alive. I hit exactly where I wanted. He would be dead if I so chose to end him. And don't forget: you're a guest in this home. If you can't be civil then get the hell out." Adeline snapped at him.
"Yes, Severus, do remember your manners. Help me heal Albus."
Dean leaned over to speak in Adeline's ear. "Nice shot, Addy."
"Thanks, Squirrel," she whispered back, using Crowley's favorite nickname for him. Dean lightly slapped her on the shoulder and she laughed. They waited a few more minutes until all three of the adults were seated across from them.
"Now that I am healed, Miss Potter-" the man she shot started.
"You will call me by my name. Winchester, Winchester-Potter, or even Winchester-Singer-Potter. I am no longer just a Potter."
"I apologize, Miss Winchester-Singer-Potter, I have come because I was curious what happened to your aunt."
"You do know that it is impolite not to introduce yourself? You have me at a disadvantage."
"I apologize, my girl, I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and this is Severus Snape, our potions professor."
"Not your girl, Headmaster. And which aunt are you talking about? Hannah, Ellen, Meg?"
"Petunia Dursley," he told her, obviously confused despite doing his best not to show it.
"Oh, that bitch. She's dead. Has been for six years now. And if you truly had any interest in her, then you would have noticed when the entire Dursley family went missing on a trip to America. The entire family disappeared. The last people that were known to have seen said family were on the plane. The house was searched. So was the hotel room registered under their name. No evidence of foul play. The last theories I heard were that they were killed by members of a drug dealing ring after seeing something they shouldn't have, they committed a crime and went into hiding, or, and this is my personal favorite, I somehow killed them. The ways are usually something like poisoning them, getting them to wreck the car, burning them to death, shooting them and leaving them to rot in the woods, etc. etc. But it was a Wendigo, not me. So it wouldn't have been all that difficult to learn that they were dead. In fact, I believe there is still a page online speculating what happened."
Her short speech left the headmaster speechless - a nearly impossible feat.