"So, that's it?" Dean asked, flicking through a Quidditch Weekly magazine with his feet on Sam's desk. It was the end of term, and every so often a student lugging around a suitcase or two would walk by the classroom as they prepared to leave. "Just like that?"

Dean had been wary of almost everything after the events of the night that Remus transformed. Sam had shared his apprehension, not at all sure what was happening due to Pettigrew's character change. Wasn't he supposed to be a terrible coward? Fighting Sam should have been the last thing on his mind and, yet, he had still dueled him with the intent to kill. It hadn't been as though his back had been against the wall either. "Yeah, that's supposed to be the end of the third book," Sam shrugged one shoulder. "Remus gets fired, Sirius escapes on Buckbeak, and Pettigrew was supposed to escape to summon Voldemort back."

"Sounds like we missed a bullet on that one," Dean snorted derisively and turned the page of his magazine. "I don't know, man. Something doesn't feel right here."

"I quite agree," Crowley said, strolling into the room with his signature coat back on. "Call it a sixth sense, or what have you, but based on what Moose has told us it seems as though this world is not at all acting like we thought it should."

"Maybe we have had a bigger impact than we thought?" Sam suggested hopefully. "I mean, we haven't exactly done a great job of laying low."

"Perhaps, but even as charming as we are I doubt we could cause such a magnitude of character shift as the one you described in the man you killed," Crowley countered. "No, I would be willing to hazard a guess that there is something much bigger at work here. So, with that in mind, I wish you boys a lovely summer."

Dean's head shot up at this and he exchanged a look with Sam. "You're leaving?" he asked slowly, closing the magazine and tossing it onto the desk. "Aren't you needed here?"

"No students stay here during the summer and, I daresay, you two are more than capable of putting yourselves back together." Crowley reminded them. "However, should anything too nasty arise, you can find me at St. Mungo's. Evidently it is a Wizarding Hospital."

"What are you going to be doing there?" Sam asked.

"Gathering information Samantha," Crowley heaved a loud sigh and rolled his eyes dramatically. "The same thing you two should be doing. Never know when something you overheard could come in handy. Make sure you say goodbye to your lady love, Moose." He winked at Sam as he departed and then he was gone.

"Did you tell him?!" Sam asked hotly, glaring at Dean.

"Wasn't me," Dean said, his face just a bit too innocent. "But I think he is right. We should definitely start looking around, get more familiar with the world and all that. Pretty sure we will be staying here for a while and it looks like we won't be able to rely on what you thought you knew all the time."

"It just doesn't make sense though," Sam sighed. He paused and then looked to Dean curiously. "You know, we never did discuss how you met Star, Dak, and Morgan. Talking wolves, you'd think that would be something you would bring up."

"Well, they aren't exactly wolves," Dean corrected. "And they saved my ass when I was in the Forest. I was looking around and a ghoul got the jump on me. Thought I was a goner but they pulled it off me and sent it running for the hills."

"So after that you just became friends?" Sam asked. "And if they aren't wolves, what are they?"

"Werewolves," Dean said. "Not the normal kind though, they weren't bitten. Apparently when two werewolves get it on during a full moon the result is, well, a wolf that can talk. I'm not sure on the particulars, I've been reading a lot about it and so far I got nothing. It doesn't happen too often because apparently werewolves want to fight more than they want to-."

"I get it," Sam said, raising a hand to forestall his brother. "So, what, they don't turn like normal werewolves do?"

Dean opened his mouth like he was about to answer and then shook his head slowly. "Look man that is their business. Not my place to say."

About to argue, they were saved from any debate when Remus's coughing brought attention to the doorway for the second time in less than five minutes. "Gentleman," Remus said, stepping warily through the doorway. "I thought I would see you one last time before I set off."

"Going home for the summer, too?" Dean asked, gesturing for Lupin to take a seat.

Lupin waved away the offer with a smie. "Ah, so you haven't heard then?" he nodded. "Unfortunately, Dean, several of the school's more wealthy benefactors got wind of my, erm, condition from one of the teachers and they deemed it, rather me, too dangerous to continue teaching them."

"They fired you?" Dean rose from his chair, his brow furrowing in anger. "Who the hell told them that you were a werewolf?"

"Unfortunately I am unsure," Lupin shrugged one shoulder so noncommittally that it betrayed his lie. "Let us just say that some childhood grudges are not so easily forgiven."

"Severus," Dean cursed, patting his jeans for his wand. "When I get ahold of him…"

"Dean, calm down," Sam advised. "You shouldn't get involved. No offense, Remus."

"None taken," Lupin smiled at Sam. "I was about to say the same. No, I would have resigned even if I hadn't been fired. The events of the night you saved me from killing, or worse turning, the children showed me how careless it was for me to accept this position in the first place."

"Remus, mistakes happen," Dean said, his argument sounding half-assed even to him.

"Perhaps, but the mistakes of others do not ruin or take lives." Remus said resolutely. "Do not worry about me, Dumbledore has already made other arrangements for me in a less dangerous line of work. Perhaps not as rewarding as teaching young minds, but it is work."

"If you need anything you let us know," Sam told him firmly, pulling the gaunt man into a one-armed hug. "I mean that. Send an owl, Floo Network, anything at all and we will be there as fast as we can. Both of us."

"Damn right," Dean growled, still unhappy with this turn of events. Though he had no proof, he was certain that Lucius Malfoy had been a large part of Lupin's dismissal. He looked forward to finally meeting that one. "And if you ever need money, we have more than we know what to do with. Anything man, and I mean anything, like Sam said: let us know."

Lupin smiled at them both with a medley of emotions flashing across his face. "Thank you both." He said, allowing Dean to pull him into a hug as well. "Truly. I don't meet many people who are as tolerant of my condition as you are. I sincerely hope our paths cross again in the near future."

They exchanged several more good-byes and then Lupin was gone. "Have you seen Cas?" Sam asked after a few minutes of silence had lapsed between them.

"No, actually," Dean said, pushing up from where he had been leaning against the desk. "Want to go find him? I could use a walk."

"Sure," Sam agreed, leading the way out the door.

They chatted about the different events that had transpired throughout the year, reminiscing over the things they had done. "Did I ever tell you that time that I pissed off a bow-… what the hell is that?"

"I think that is Neville Longbottom and a few Slytherins." Sam said, hiding a smile. "Hold up here, I want to hear what they're talking about."

"-really should come to visit me, you know!" Triss Flores was saying animatedly. "Mother and Father are really excited to meet you, you know!"

"M-me?" Neville asked, thoroughly shocked that anyone would want to meet him. "What for?"

"I want to be a Healer at St. Mungo's, remember?" the Slytherin sixth-year rolled her eyes. "But I am dreadful at Herbology. Before I met you I was failing every assignment, I thought for sure I was going to have to give up. But then I met you and I just got full marks on my last exam!"

"I didn't do much," Neville said, looking down and blushing fiercely.

"Didn't do much he says," Rookwood laughed and clapped the Gryffindor on the shoulder. "Mate you saved my arse, my old man would have cursed me into oblivion if I failed Herbology. I don't know why I need it to work in the Department of Mysteries, but I guess that's the point innit?"

"I guess," Neville smiled, finally looking up at them. "You guys helped me too, I think I passed everything!"

"You haven't checked?" Triss asked, horrified. "What are you doing here? We need to go find out!"

"Ah, Triss, aren't you supposed to be on the next carriages out of here?" Jamie, one of the few Ravenclaws in the group, asked curiously. He glanced out a near window and then nodded down to them. "Because it looks like they are leaving… now."

"Shit!" Triss cursed, rushing to the window and then bolting away. She skidded to a stop and then rushed back to Neville, kissing him on both cheeks and demanding that he write her before rushing away once more.

Blushing a deep crimson once more, Neville touched his cheeks where Triss had kissed him as though unsure if it had actually happened. Rookwood whistled low and nudged Neville with an elbow. "I think she fancies you mate," he told Neville. "But she's right, let's go check those marks of yours shall we?"

The students left in a group, laughing and joking with one another. Sam watched them go with a sense of pride at his House. It had taken all year, and promised to be an uphill battle, but he was finally seeing some results. Dean caught his brother's look but said nothing, certain that this camaraderie between Houses was his doing.

They made their way to Castiel's office and knocked on the door. When no one answered from within they pushed the door open and found the room almost completely empty. On Castiel's desk was a note from the angel.

Sam and Dean

I apologize for not informing you of my departure. Professor Burbage contacted me and inquired as to whether or not I would be interested in a trip to see some ancient Muggle Ruins. I do not think that someone in my profession would readily be able to turn down such an opportunity so I agreed to join her. I will return to Hogwarts for the next semester, should I not see you before then. If trouble arises, please send me an owl and I will do my utmost to assist.

Cas

"Well, guess that solves that mystery," Sam said, reading over the letter once more. "I was worried about Cas being a Muggle Studies professor, maybe I was wrong?"

"He taught kids about strippers on his first day here," Dean reminded him, laughing quietly at the memory. "I think you were right to worry."

"Maybe," Sam laughed. He sighed and turned to Dean. "Look man, I'm gonna head off too."

"What, back to your room?" Dean asked, not following.

"No," Sam said, shaking his head. "Look, in this world I am some sort of famous Auror. I think I should head back to U.S Ministry of Magic and see what I can learn there. I'm pretty sure if I just stayed around here all summer it might look kind of odd, all things considered."

"You want me to go with you?" Dean asked, already guessing the answer.

"Dark-Wizard Hunter with a reputation for being a stone cold killer," Sam reminded him. "Don't think it will look right if I show up with my brother there. No, I think I better go alone for this one."

"I gotcha," Dean said. "When are you going to head out?"

"Probably later today," Sam admitted. "The sooner the better, right?"

"Right," Dean agreed hesitantly. He hated the idea of splitting up. "Be safe, alright?"

"Don't worry about me," Sam told him. "You should find yourself something to do over the summer. Always good to have a few allies, right?"

"I'll see what I can do," Dean promised, hugging his brother tightly. "They wanted me to start looking for creatures they can use in the Triwizard Tournament, might as well start with the Forbidden Forest."

"After that I recommend Egypt," Sam said, smiling mysteriously. "Watch out for riddles."

The Winchesters released one another and then took different paths back to their rooms. So it was that their first summer within the wizarding world began, with all of their lives taking them on different paths throughout the globe.

And so, my dear readers, Book Three ends. A number of you have messaged me and demanded that the Golden Trio be more heavily featured, and I shall be doing so in the next book. Do not worry about subscribing to a new story, I will be continuing onto The Goblet of Fire in the next chapter. For those of you who wished for a summation of their summers, I apologize. I wrote one out, but it simply wasn't enough for a chapter without revealing too much of what I have planned for the future. Also, I apologize for the length of this Author's Note, I try to avoid them as best I can but please indulge me this once. I would like to thank each and every one of you for taking this journey with me and for taking the time to read and review. Nothing makes me want to start working on the next chapter more than seeing reviews come in for my works. You lot are, well and truly, the reason I write. Thank you, all of you, so much. Now, for my final request. I have checked the Terms and Conditions of FanFiction and nothing says I cannot do this, so: I am on Wattpad as well! My writing handle there is HallowedOutlaw (the Hallowed theme follows me everywhere) and if you are a fan of my writing and would like to see some of my original works, please go take a look. It would mean the world to me. Don't worry, I won't ask beyond once per book, and that is at max. Other than that, I have nothing else for you my readers. I thank you all again, from the bottom of my heart, for taking the time to click on my story.

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