To Sam and Dean they did not simply disappear. After the jerking sensation behind their navel their vision became a disjointed mass of swirling colors. The confusion lasted for a few seconds before stopping all at once, followed by a loud cracking sound. The second they landed Dean collapsed to his knees and retched all over the cobbled brick pathway. Sam fared better, but only slightly. He leaned heavily against one of the stone walls that were on either side of them, not unlike the alley they had been in mere moments before. Blinking his eyes rapidly and putting a hand to his head Sam looked up and saw a group of people in black robes walk past, one holding a lizard before them and speaking animatedly to the others. "Dude." Sam breathed, glancing back to the hunched over form of Dean. "You good?"

Dean groaned and nodded once weakly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Shaking his head to dislodge the last of the cobwebs, Dean got shakily to his feet and leaned against the wall opposite of Sam. "Yeah, fine." He said. "What just happened?"

"I figured that you would be asking that right about now." The Guide's familiar voice said from behind them, amusement evident. "Even after that lovely little explanation I just gave you."

Sam and Dean turned around slowly, still using the walls as support and glared simultaneously at her. She had changed her attire, now matching the black robes that the people who had walked by had been wearing. Her voice, though still unmistakably hers, was different now as well as it now bore a slight accent. "What did you do to us, where are we?" Dean demanded.

"Sam knows." The Guide answered, smiling in a knowing fashion. "Isn't that right, Sammy?"

"It's not possible." Sam argued, "Harry Potter was a book!"

"The realms of what is possible are very much a mortal construct." The Guide explained. "But, enough time for a debate like that later. For now, I think that it might be best for you to look the part."

The guide clapped her hands together and Sam and Dean felt a warm current of air run past them. Sam glanced down and his jaw fell open as he beheld the change. His clothes had changed, now matching that which the guide wore. "Sammy?" Dean asked in horror, drawing his brother's attention.

Sam looked over to his brother and saw that he too was now wearing a robe, but the Guide had taken it a stage further with Dean. He now sported a pointy black witch's hat. "Nice hat." Sam said, the words falling out of his mouth despite the severity of the situation.

Dean ripped off the hat and threw it against the ground immediately, "What's with the bath robes?" He demanded of the guide.

"Well, they aren't bath robes first of all." She corrected, "And you are in Diagon Alley, of course you need robes. You are foreigners to begin with, can't have you sticking out too much. That would be a terrible start to your new lives."

"Look, we don't want new lives!" Sam snapped, "Why are you doing this anyways? Aren't you supposed to be some sort of all powerful, multi-dimensional being? Why bother to mess with us?"

"Boredom mostly." She admitted. "But also because you two could really use a break. Break the world and then have to fix it, rinse and repeat every few years or so. It must get tedious, or I think it would, so I took a hand in matters. You are welcome."

"We didn't ask for this!" Dean snarled, "Mark my words-."

"You will find a way out of this." The Guide finished, looking bored. "No, you won't. I already made sure of that. You see, this world has magic just like yours. Sam knows that. But the type of magic is completely different. I am going to do you both a favor before you relive this day one hundred times and give you some advice: Live your lives. Enjoy this world while you are here. Even if you manage to get away, and you literally can't, I just have to snap my fingers and you are right back here."

"So, what? Just abandon our world so you can have your fun?" Sam demanded.

"I already told you." The Guide rolled her eyes. "You are losing no time in your world. The second you finish here, it is right back to where I grabbed you."

"How are we supposed to live here?" Dean demanded. "We have literally nothing other than the clothes you just put on our back."

"Finally!" The Guide said happily. "Asking the right questions. Don't worry about it. Ah, you'll be needing this." She reached forward and pulled a small golden key from the air, tossing it to Dean.

He caught the key easily and frowned at it. "What's this?" He asked, lost.

"Wait, is that a Gringott's vault key?" Sam asked uncertainly.

"Precisely!" She beamed approvingly at Sam. "Excellent work. It is indeed a key to Gringott's. Your vault number is 803. I gave 666 to your friend Crowley, I'm sure he will be okay with that. 777 is your friend Castiel's. There is more than enough money for you to buy what you need, and your new jobs pay a nice sum as well."

"Wait, jobs?" Sam asked. "Jobs where?"

"Why, Hogwarts of course!" She said delightedly. "Where else? Sam, congratulations, you are the new co-teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts. You will be taking the fifth, sixth, and seventh years while Remus Lupin takes the first through third years."

"Wait, Remus Lupin?" Sam repeated. "He's dead!"

"Time is a relative thing for me." She shrugged. "Your timeline and there's merge during Harry's third year at Hogwarts. Moving on, Dean, you and Rubeus Hagrid will be splitting up the Care of Magical Creatures subject. Same as Sam, you will take the later year students while Hagrid takes the younger. You both come highly recommended by the way. The back stories I gave both of you, it would not surprise me at all if you were recognized by many of the people here shopping today."

"You want to tell us these back stories?" Dean demanded. "You know, it might help on account of the whole 'we don't know what we are doing here thing'!"

"Mm, no, I don't think so." She grinned. "Have fun. If you need me, I'll show up."

Like a light being flicked off, the Guide vanished. Simply gone. "Well this sucks." Dean said after staring at the spot for a moment. He looked to Sam and asked, "Well? What do we do now?"

"What makes you think I know?" Sam frowned.

"Well, you are the nerd here, figured you would have at least an idea." Dean shrugged.

"Well, do you think what the Guide said is true?" Dean asked. "About the whole not being able to get our butts out of here?"

"Probably." Sam admitted. "I mean, if this is really Harry Potter that means this thing is powerful. Like, God powerful."

"Alright, so we're screwed." Dean sighed.

"Maybe not." Sam said slowly, frowning. When Dean sent him a questioning look Sam shrugged and continued, "Look, she didn't seem like she wanted to hurt us or kill us or whatever. She honestly reminded me a lot of the Trickster, just not as vindictive."

"Yeah, I definitely got a bit of the whole Trickster vibe off of her too." Dean grunted. He paused and looked questioningly to Sam. "You don't think…?"

"That the Guide is actually Gabriel in disguise?" He finished the thought with a snort. "No, not a chance. Gabriel is dead for one, and for two this kind of thing seems too powerful even for him. When he trapped us in TV Land it seemed like that was pretty much the limit to his power. This sort of thing is too much, even for an archangel."

"Yeah, I figured as much." Dean sighed. "That kinda sucks too, we know how to gank an archangel."

They lapsed into silence, both of them contemplating their situation. "We might as well head to Gringott's." Sam said finally. "If we are going to survive here, we need some stuff."

"Yeah, and I am starving." Dean agreed, "I could really use a burger. How do we get there?"

"Not a clue." Sam admitted. When he saw the look Dean gave him he rolled his eyes. "Dude, I read the books years ago. And they didn't exactly give directions on how to get everywhere."

"Well until we get a handle on this, you are our go to expert on things." Dean informed him, striding purposefully out of the alleyway. He grabbed the sleeve of a passing motherly looking witch with a small red-haired girl in tow and smiled apologetically. "Excuse me, sorry, my brother and I are a bit lost-."

"Well I'll be!" The witch said excitedly, "Aren't you Dean Winchester?"

"Uh… yeah." He said slowly, glancing over to Sam as his brother came to stand beside him with a astonished look on his face. "I'm sorry, have we met?"

"No, forgive me, but I read one of your books! The one on garden gnomes and how to get rid of them? Oh, let me tell you, it was wonderful! I haven't had a gnome ruining my tomatoes in weeks!"

"Oh, yeah, well… um… those gnomes, they are a handful." Dean said, blanking for a decent response. "I'd love to stay and chat, but I really need to get going…"

"Oh, yes of course, forgive me." The woman smiled embarrassedly. "Right down the street, take a left at Ollivander's and you'll be there."

Dean thanked the woman and turned back to Sam, eyes full of questions. "Alright, what now?"

"Dude, that was Molly Weasley." Sam said, his eyes on the woman's back as she moved down the street. "And Ginny too. They knew you."

"Yeah, I noticed." Dean said, grabbing his brother's shoulder. "Hey, come on, focus. Let's get to this Grinning goats place and grab whatever is in the vault."

"Gringott's." Sam corrected, turning down the street. He stuffed his hands into his pockets as they walked, eyes roaming the street as places he only read about came alive. "It's a wizarding bank, ran by goblins."

"Well, that's helpful." Dean slipped the key into his pocket and moved out of the way as a man with an owl in a cage moved by. "Any idea what we will need?"

"We should probably get a wand first." Sam said, glancing sidelong as they passed Ollivander's wand shop. Several young wizards and witches were in there, crowded around the counter as a silver haired man laden with boxes placed them onto the counter. "We're gonna need them."

"Alright, that's step one." Dean said, nodding.

"We should probably find Cas and Crowley next." Sam offered. "The Guide sent them to Hogsmeade, so we need to figure out a way to get there."

"Aren't there some, I don't know, magical ways of getting us there?" Dean asked hopefully. "Say some funny words crap and abra kadabra us to where we wanna go?"

"Well, we can always try to make a portkey, but that's probably a bad idea. Magic here doesn't work the same way that it did back home" Sam admitted. "And, if I remember correctly, apparating can go really bad."

"So we're walking, great." Dean sighed. He the brightened as he remembered. "Wait a minute, wasn't there like broomsticks or whatever in this world? Why don't we grab one of those puppies and fly our way out of here?"

"Dude, we can't just boost a broomstick like we would a car." Sam rolled his eyes. "They have spells and stuff that prevent things like that, and I can't hotwire a spell."

"Okay, so what's your idea then?" Dean snapped.

"Look, there is a train station not far from here." Sam began to explain. He was about to say more when he saw a large building before them sporting the name 'Gringott's' in ornate lettering. "This is it."

"Okay, let's roll." Dean said, climbing up the stairs and striding through the doors. He paused immediately on the other side of the doors.

Sam bumped into his brother and pushed past him with a frown. "Dude, stop staring." He said urgently under his breath, grabbing his brother by the arm and hauling him along with him. "Griphook is at the end of the desks, the highest one."

Dean followed after his brother, wishing that he still had his gun with him for at least some protection. Thankfully, Sam did the majority of the talking when it came to actually speak to the goblins. In no time at all they were on a trolley headed into the depths of the bank. "Not very common we get Americans doing business with us." The goblin escorting them said with a nasty smile. "You prefer to do your own banking if memory serves."

"Well, we just, uh, got new positions at Hogwarts so we thought it would be a good idea." Sam explained quickly. "That's not a problem right?"

"No problem at all, gold is gold." The goblin shrugged as the trolley came to a halt in front of a large metal door. He took the key from Dean and waddled up to the door, inserting the key into the almost invisible keyhole.

"Oh holy crap." Dean said in awe as they beheld the contents of their vault. "I take it all back, that Guide is okay with me."

Their vault was quite literally nearly filled with gold. Stacks of the yellow metal lined the walls and nearly spilled out the front of the vault. Exchanging glances filled with wonder Sam and Dean walked warily forward their hands reaching out as if the gold may disappear the second they touched it. "Come on, come on." The goblin said irritably. "Grab your gold and let's get a move on."

Dean whirled on the goblin and fixed him with the look he ordinarily reserved for monsters that hurt Sammy. "If you take this moment from me, I will lock you in a vault."

Surprised by this sudden aggression the goblin went quiet, though it glared at Dean. Turning back to Sam he saw that his brother was already stuffing his pockets with handfuls of gold. "I am so proud of you right now." Dean said, seizing a handful of gold and placing them in his own pockets.

"Ahem." The goblin said, holding out a large cloth sack. "For an accurate count of your withdrawal we would prefer if you used our Charmed pouches to take your money."

"Uh, yeah, sorry about that." Dean said, transferring the coins in his pocket to the pouch. He and Sam filled it with the gold coins Sam called 'Galleons' until the sack was full to bursting. Dean took one final look at the vault and shook his head. "We're good."

They left Gringott's in a much quicker fashion than they arrived, despite being laden down with a sack full of gold. "So you said this wand place is next, right?" Dean asked, looking adoringly at the sack full of gold. "I love this place. So much gold."

Sam led the way to the wand shop, entering just as Ollivander finished helping a small blond-haired witch with a large portly man watching over her. The silver haired old man put away the box he had been holding, before turning to address the new customers. He raised an eyebrow at the arrivals and smiled knowingly. "Sam and Dean Winchester." He said, striding past the counter and shaking both of their hands. "It is a pleasure to meet you, I am Ollivander."

"Uh, yeah." Dean said, smiling in spite of himself at the old man's kind mannerism. "Guess I am here to find myself a wand."

"Yes, yes." Ollivander nodded in understanding. "I heard about the two of you losing your wands, terrible thing though you came to the right place for a new one. I understand you Americans are fond of the Beauvais family, but I won't fault you for that. So, let's begin shall we?"

As Ollivander disappeared behind a rectangular box-laden shelf Sam and Dean looked to one another in curiosity. "You, uh, you said you heard about how we lost our wands?" Sam asked. "We didn't know that it was so well publicized over here, what do you know?"

"Well, and I know rumors tend to be exaggerated, quite a lot actually." Ollivander said, returning to the counter with several boxes in his arms. "From what I was told, Mr. Winchester, you were hunting down a particularly dangerous Dark Wizard that had been Obliviating Muggles and tricking them into believing they were sent on a mission to kill their families. Dreadful business. You found the wizard and defeated him, but the Muggle he had just obliviated turned on you and broke your wand in the ensuing struggle. Is that correct?"

"Yeah, that's pretty much it." Sam said with a reassuring smile.

"What about me?" Dean asked curiously. "I mean, you got Sam's pretty much spot on."

"From what we were told you had been working with a basilisk, excellent work by the way training such a creature, and your wand had been crushed by the beast. But you finished your project. Who would have guessed that a basilisk's gaze was not always fatal? Truly a remarkable discovery!"

"Yeah, sure was. Lots of work too." Dean said, absentmindedly wondering what a basilisk was. He was certain he had come across the word in his research, but couldn't remember.

"Well, let's get started shall we?" Ollivander asked, pulling a wand out of a box and handing it to Dean. He took it and looked blankly at the shop owner. Ollivander gave him a go-on gesture and said, "Give it a wave!"

"Alright here goes." Dean said, stepping back and giving the wand a half-hearted wave. Immediately he felt a shock course through his body, causing him to jerk and drop the wand. "What the hell was that?" He demanded as soon as he could speak.

Ollivander moved quicker than Dean had expected the old man to be able to and snatched up the wand. "Not that one then," He said curiously, not at all concerned with the rejection of the wand.

"What the hell was that?" Dean demanded. "That thing shocked me!"

"Yes, that was a more violent rejection than I have seen in quite some time." Ollivander agreed. "But, the wand chooses the wizard so what do you expect? Ah, here we are!" He offered Dean another wand and gestured for another test.

Somewhat apprehensively this time, Dean gave this wand a wave and was sent flying backwards to crash against the shop's wall. He fell to the ground and slowly got back to his feet, glaring at the wand in his hand. Ollivander hurried to collect the wand but Dean held up a hand, his face blazing determination. He gave the wand another wave, bracing himself for another impact. This time however he merely skidded back a few feet, his back bumping into the wall. "Mr. Winchester, I would recommend choosing a different wand…" Ollivander said slowly, extending his hand for the wand in question. "A battle of wills between wizard and wand almost never ends well."

But Sam knew the look on his brother's face, it was the same one he got whenever he faced down a monster. "Yeah, no, that's the one he likes." Sam said with a wince. "Trust me, you have a better chance of changing the wand's mind than his."

"Well, the choice ultimately resides with you." The old man said uncertainly, glancing warily to Dean as he continued to wave the wand fiercely. "But, if you say so, perhaps a stubborn wand is suited for a stubborn wizard."

"You have no idea." Sam agreed. Ollivander handed him a wand and he took a step back. Sam gave the wand a wave and suddenly shivered as his hair was drenched in water. "Not this one." He said, handing the wand back.

"Let's try this one…." Ollivander said, exchanging that one for a slightly darker one. "Yew and dragon heartstring."

Sam immediately felt the connection with this one, a feeling of warmth spreading through him. "Yeah, that's the one." He told Ollivander. Sam glanced to Dean's and asked, "What's his?"

"Thunderbird Tail Feather and Snakewood…" Ollivander mused. "You know, your brother seems like quite the stubborn, fixated wizard."

"Once he gets something in his mind, nothing changes it." Sam nodded.

Ollivander chuckled and shook his head. "I made that wand years and years ago. Decades, in fact. Your brother was the one hundred and fifteenth person I had try it. But he was the first to try again after the first time. That wand was the first and only one I created with Thunderbird Tail Feather as its core. I have not made any more because of its reaction to wizards. Perhaps those two were meant for one another."