"So, you mean to tell me that you somehow managed to transform your feet into actual cement bricks?" Crowley asked slowly, his hands in the pockets of his coat. "How… exactly… did you manage that?"

"Ask him how he did this after you transfigure him back, dearie." Madam Pomfrey told him as she wandered by with a blanket and a bucket of water for a girl who had somehow managed to have goldfish continually coming out of her ear. "And once you are done that could you go clean Creevey's bed pan? It's full of mud."

Crowley's eyes narrowed dangerously as she hurried on her way. His finger tapped a rhythm out on his wand in his pocket as he considered the pros and cons of slaughtering everyone in the hospital wing. The first day of term had only just begun and he had already seen and treated more than a dozen of the little brats. After the first of them had come to the Hospital Wing with branches growing from his ears Crowley had made it his personal mission to figure out some way out of there. Unfortunately for his escape Madam Pomfrey was inexplicably adept at showing up the moment that he was about to flee and give him a new task. The only good thing about his position was that he seemed to be rather good at controlling the magic of this universe. Granted, he did have prior experience as he had been a demon in his universe. "Hello Crowley," a gravelly voice from behind him said.

"Castiel," Crowley said in greeting, turning to meet the former angel and smirking. "I see you have embraced the local look in exchange for that old trench coat."

"Yes, well, I thought it might make the children much more open to me teaching them." Castiel explained, glancing down at his black robes. "I see that you have not and instead have chosen to keep your suit."

"Mister Crowley," the boy with the bricks for feet said, his voice a whine. "I don't want to be late for Professor Snape's lesson on the first day, he might give me my detention."

"Please, by all means, you are free to go," Crowley said, looking back at the student with a look of disdain and rolling his eyes. "Be sure to avoid deep bodies of water, unless of course you wish to try and transfigure yourself into a fish."

Evidently taking this suggestion as chastisement instead of the very real advice it was, the boy fell silent. "I so do miss the days I could snap my fingers and break his neck," Crowley said with a small sigh.

The boy on the bed made an audible gasp and Castiel quickly interjected, "He's joking, of course. He doesn't want to break your neck."

Castiel grabbed Crowley by the arm and dragged him away from the prying ears of the students in the hospital wing. "Have you lost your mind?" He demanded once they were well out of anyone's earshot. "Threatening these children?"

"Calm down Feathers," Crowley said, brushing his sleeve where Castiel had touched it. "I've mended and healed quite a few of the little brats today, I believe a bit of wistful thinking has been more than earned. Speaking of which, I am clearly doing my job. Unwillingly, it is true. But nonetheless I am. Shouldn't you be teaching some class about normal people?"

"My classroom is on the fifth floor, however the staircases seem to have a mind of their own." Castiel explained. "I have been attempting to reach my classroom for several hours now. I was hoping to find Sam or Dean and ask for their assistance. Have you seen them?"

"The last I saw of Dean he was carrying what looked suspiciously like a bale of hay over his shoulder," Crowley said. "I have not seen Moose since yesterday."

Crowley had indeed seen Dean carrying a bale of hay. It had taken some time to find but eventually he had come across a room that was filled with bales of hay. What a school was doing with such a room he had no clue, but it served his purpose and he took a bale with him. He had planned out this lesson in his mind to the letter, however finding the creature he had in mind was not going to be easy by any stretch of the imagination. From everything they had read they were much more comfortable around females than males, and were attracted to people with pure hearts. He fit neither of these categories. He set the bale of hay down by the edge of the Forbidden Forest and jogged over to Hagrid's cabin, pausing momentarily to marvel at the creature's that had been grouped outside of the cabin. They looked like someone had crossed a horse with birds. "Hippogriffs?" Dean wondered aloud, thinking back to the reading he had done the night prior.

"Tha's right!" Hagrid said, the door to his cabin swinging open. "They're righ' clever beasts and I've been with this herd for years."

"Aren't they supposed to be really dangerous and prideful creatures?" Dean asked, warily approaching the hippogriff on the most outermost part of the herd. It was a beautiful creature with a golden eagle's head and a palomino's body. The hippogriff turned to face them and made several noises of curiosity as Dean approached it. The Winchester bowed low as the books he had read told him to and the hippogriff almost immediately copied the action. Dean then moved closer and began to warily stroke the beast's feathers. "Ah, maybe they aren't so bad."

"Name's Tempest," Hagrid said fondly. "You have a good eye, she's one of my favorites. Righ' sweetheart that one, but she's a bi' picky. Doesn't bow to hardly anyone."

"Guess I'm just lucky then, isn't that right pretty girl?" Dean crooned in the voice he ordinarily reserved for the impala. "Actually wanted to talk to you Hagrid, I had an idea for my lesson today but I wanted to see if you could give me a hand with it."

"I don' have any classes for a bit, what did you have in mind?" Hagrid asked curiously, glancing to where Dean had left the hay bale.

Sam took a deep breath as students began to walk into his classroom, leaning on the desk and crossing his arms. He had decided that his first day would be a rather easy one, especially since he was not entirely sure how much would be 'too much'. "Please take your seats," He called once the majority of the students were in the room. His first class was made up of seventh year students and as such he knew from the books that they would be preparing for their N.E.W.T tests. He would need to make sure that they were adequately ready to tackle them and, hopefully, do well. He had not even taken a breath to speak when he saw a hand in the air. "Yes?" He asked, slowly.

"Professor, on our book lists it said that you hadn't assigned any." The student said. "Was that some sort of mix up, or did you really intend on not using any books?"

Sam internally cursed the Guide but retained an outwardly composed look. "That's right," he said. "I understand that this year you will be taking the N.E.W.T tests. As such, I thought it would be best for you to learn things much more hands on. Judging on what I know about Gilderoy Lockhart he was much more interested in stroking his own ego than actually teaching. To be honest it seems to me like you have to learn two years' worth of magic in one. So we better get started. For a start, how many of you can cast a Patronus Charm?"

Not a single hand went up and Sam breathed a small sigh of relief. Perhaps, just perhaps, he could do this after all. "Okay, move the desks to the side of the classroom," Sam said, smiling at them. When they began to do just that an idea seized him and he smiled even further. "Using magic, only." He added.