Chapter 15

Malfoy stormed into the Slytherin common room. Potter thought he hadn't noticed that… thing… that had knocked him off the platform? Well, that would cost him. His father would hear about this. In the meantime, he would start talking to the other Slytherins. Many of them were angry at Harry and the rest of Ravenclaw; it wouldn't take much to convince them to counter-attack.

Malfoy walked up to a group of Slytherins. He knew one of them, Blaise Zabini. "We can't look weak to the rest of the Houses. We need to fight Potter and the rest of his gang."

Zabini looked at the rest of the group, and nodded. "Agreed. When will you need us?"

"Not now, but soon. Spread the word… Potter's going down."

Zabini nodded and left. Malfoy went into his dorm and pulled out some parchment and a quill. He had a letter to write.

~Malfoy Manor, a couple hours later~

Lucius Malfoy stormed into his conference room, where a meeting was going on between him and his contacts. The subject at hand was nowhere near as important as the letter he had just received.

"All of you, out," he snapped. A few looked ready to argue, but wilted under his gaze and left meekly. Lucius stopped one of them, a fellow named Murray.

"I have a problem at Hogwarts," said Lucius quietly. "I need names. The best hunters you know of. They get the job done, and you'll get paid."

Murray was conflicted. Not because of emotional ties to Crowley, far from it, but he didn't want this catching up to him. All Murray cared about was getting some more money. Crowley had stationed him here a year ago, and Murray liked this place much more than America. Murray made up his mind.

"There's a pair in America. Sam and Dean Winchester. They'll take just about any job, if you stress the danger to the humans."

Lucius nodded and left. Murray walked out of the house, his head clamoring with shouts of how stupid the thing he had just done was. There was no way Crowley wouldn't track him down.

Lucius would've killed me anyway, he reasoned. Lucius has experience with this sort of thing. He probably had holy water with him when he asked. It was a no-win situation.

None of this made him feel better. He called a taxi then left London, with no intention of coming back.

~Somewhere in America, in a dingy motel room~

Two men sat on their beds. One sharpened his knife, while the other looked at something on his laptop. One guess as to which is which.

"Anything?" asked Dean, pausing in his sharpening.

"Nope. All I could find was a couple disappearing in Maine, but nothing about suggests supernatural interference."

Dean sighed and shook his head. "Man, I'm bored. We should do something."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Like what?" he said, chuckling slightly.

"Let's go to the beach," said Dean, putting away his knife.

Sam snorted. "The beach? Seriously?"

"Yeah, why not?" replied Dean, taking out another knife to sharpen. "When was the last time we just kicked back, drank some beers, and hung out?"

"Um… we haven't."

"Exactly," said Dean triumphantly. "Besides, you couldn't find anything. There are no people in danger that we know of, so let's take some 'us' time."

Sam opened his mouth to answer, but the motel room's fireplace interrupted. Green flames exploded over the charred logs, and Dean jumped back with a shout of surprise.

A man stepped out of the fireplace to find a knife and a pistol leveled at his face. He slowly raised his hands and said, "I come in peace."

"Yeah, sure, witch," said Dean, kicking over a chair. "Take a seat. You've got some explaining to do."

~Later that day~

"What do you think?" said Sam.

"I don't know what to think," replied Dean. They looked back at the man, or supposedly, the 'wizard.'

"He's not a demon, and we didn't find any hex bags," said Sam reasonably.

"Well, yeah, but how could he have of us if he doesn't have a demon contact? Add on the fact that he lives in England."

"If he's telling the truth, though, there could be an entire school of kids in trouble."

Dean sighed and looked back at the wizard. "Guess we don't have a choice."

"Yup. That vacation is going to have to wait," said Sam, walking over to the wizard. "Alright, how are we getting to England? I don't want to get burned in the fire."

"Well, it's either that, or Apparation, and I don't think you want that," said the wizard cheerily.

Dean raised an eyebrow. "What's Apparation?"

The wizard shrugged. "Muggles call it teleporting. It's not pleasant, though."

"I'll always choose teleportation over being burned alive," said Sam, hauling the wizard to his feet. "So, are we meeting this Lord Malfoy, or are we just going straight to the school? Hogwarts, right?"

"How'd you remember that?" said Dean incredulously. "I just knew it was Pig-something."

Sam shrugged, then looked at the wizard. "You'll be going to Hogwarts first. You'll meet Lord Malfoy if you do the job right."

"Don't worry about that. This'll be a piece of cake," said Dean. "Let's get going. Oh, but I need someone to take care of my car." He stepped closer. "And I don't want a single scratch. Like, not one, understand me?"

The wizard looked unconcerned. "Yes, of course. Now, grab my arm."

Sam grabbed his shoulder, and Dean gripped his arm. The wizard winced, then disappeared with a crack.

~Outside Hogwarts grounds, about 8 o'clock at night~

Sam and Dean appeared outside a forest filled with trees. They could see a lake, and an old house, falling apart from the wind and rain, but other than that, there was not a school in sight.

Dean whirled and grabbed the wizard by the collar. "Where did you take us?"

The wizard opened and closed his mouth, but he was unable to say anything from the pressure on his throat. Dean let go, and the wizard fell to his knees, gasping.

"Ho-Hogwarts!" cried out the wizard, gulping in air. "You're Muggles, and there's a Charm over the castle to stop you from seeing it! I need to Charm you so the castle thinks you're wizards!"

Sam looked at the cottage, then back at the wizard. Then he helped him to his feet. "Alright, work your magic," he said, then chuckled. "Pun intended."

The wizard pulled out his wand, then murmured nonsense under his breath until he was out of breath. "There," he said, wiping sweat from his brow. "It's done."

Sam turned to look at the house, then gasped. The cottage had turned into a huge castle, just like from medieval times. "Wow."

Dean nodded in agreement, then turned to the wizard. "So, where do we-?"

But the wizard was gone. Dean turned back to the castle. "Well, I guess it's up to us to find a way in."

Sam looked around, and saw the Main Hall, still open until curfew. "There. But it'll be a hike."

Dean laughed, and started off. Sam followed.

~After a long walk~

Dean and Sam walked up to the double doors, slightly awed by the sheer size of the entrance.

"So… do we walk in?" said Sam.

"Yeah. The guy said it's a kid named Harry," said Dean, then he shook his head. "Poor kid. Exorcising isn't nice."

"Neither is leaving in the demon."

"True," replied Dean. "Let's look for a teacher."

They walked in. Peering in the Great Hall, they saw some kids still eating dinner, but no teachers.

Dean walked through a doorway, then stopped suddenly. Sam walked into his back, then said, "What is it?"

Dean stepped out of the way, and Sam gasped. There was a literal maze of stairs above them, and as they watched, a staircase moved to the side.

"How do the students get to their classes in time?" said Sam.

"No idea. But they must be fit as hell, running up and down the staircases all day."

Then, they saw an old lady making her way down a staircase. "Come on," said Dean, starting up one of the staircases.

After a bit of walking, the brothers got to the lady. "Excuse me, but we need some information on one of the kids in this school," said Sam, using the voice he uses when under the FBI guise.

"And you are?" said the lady, stopping above them.

"Agents Angus and Young, ma'am," replied Dean.

"Well, agents, we don't give out information on our students in this school," she said, then looked closer. "Are you American?"

"Yes, ma'am. We're transfers," said Dean, thinking on the spot. "Now, can you take us to the principal, please?"

"He means Headmaster," said Sam hastily.

The lady raised an eyebrow, but then turned and started up the staircase. "This way, please. I am Professor McGonnagal, and our Headmaster is Professor Dumbledore."

"Yes, ma'am," said Sam.

~In Dumbledore's office~

"So, you're telling me Harry is a demon?" said Dumbledore, a little skepticism in his voice.

"Well, that's what we were told," replied Sam.

"By who?" said Dumbledore.

"Our superiors." said Dean.

"And why are the FBI interested in something in England?"

"Sir, do you want to protect your students or not?" interrupted Sam.

Dumbledore was conflicted. There was no reason to trust them, but Harry was a little odd…

"Alright. Professor, go and wake up Harry. Bring him here," said Dumbledore reluctantly.

McGonnagal's mouth tightened, but she turned and left the office, presumably to get Harry.

"Sir, this may get messy if we're going to figure out what a demon is doing in the school," said Sam.

"No," said Dumbledore firmly. "I will not have you torture Harry. There are some lines I will not cross."

"Sir, that thing?" said Dean, pointing out the door. "That's not the Harry you know. That's not Harry at all."

"That's irrelevant," said Dumbledore, waving his hand. "Harry has integrated himself into our school, and I won't let you cut him into ribbons."

At that moment, Harry was ushered in by McGonnagal. He looked a bit confused, and Dean almost felt bad. But this was a demon, not a boy. Or at least, the boy wasn't in control. Dean planned to change that.

"Professor, do you have a place we can talk in private?" said Sam, raising his eyebrows meaningfully. Dumbledore looked about to argue, then swallowed a lump in his throat, and gestured to the library.

When they were gone, Dean set to work making a Devil's Trap in front of the exit. He glanced at Dumbledore. "You good?"

Dumbledore didn't reply; he was afraid his voice would betray him.

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