Chapter 16
Harry walked into the library. "So, what is this about? Is this about the duel? Because that was cleared up. I-"
Harry felt a hot stinging in his back. The pain grew, and he hissed and fell back.
Sam looked at the empty bottle of holy water and smiled grimly. "Now, you're going through tell me what you're doing in this school, or I will-"
"Will what?" hissed Harry. "I've done nothing wrong!"
"You started a civil war," said Sam reasonably.
"That was Malfoy's fault! I was- you know what? Screw this."
Sam ducked under Harry's fist, only to meet his foot. Sam stumbled back, blood shooting from his nose, as Harry ran past him. Sam reached out and grabbed him just in time to pull him to the ground.
Harry, temporarily surprised, lashed out and punched Sam in the stomach. All the breath flew out of Sam's chest, and he fell back. Harry jumped up and ran out.
In Dumbledore's office, Dean turned around to find Harry barreling towards him. Dean threw himself out of the way, and Harry ran right past him.
Right up until he ran into an invisible wall.
Breathing hard, Harry fell onto his knees.
"Devil's Trap. You didn't think we were just going to let you out, did you?" said Dean.
Harry growled, but even he was restrained in a Trap. "So, what do you want? That duel was dealt with by the professors. Just ask Dumbledore."
Dean chuckled. "Okay. Dumbledore, did you guys deal with the duel? Everything is taken care of?"
Dumbledore glared at him and didn't answer. Harry looked at him, hurt, until his face hardened. "Fine. Do your worst. I've been through things worse than even a hunter's nightmares."
Dean laughed. "You haven't been through mine, trust me."
At that moment, Sam walked out, covering his nose.
"Hey, buddy," said Harry savagely. "How's the nose?"
"It's fine," Sam growled.
"Alright, enough chitchat," said Dean. "What is a demon doing in a school?"
Harry laughed. "That's what this is about? I'm not telling you. Why would I? You wouldn't believe me even if I told you, so it'd just be a waste of my time."
"Try us," said Sam.
"No thanks."
"You're going to tell us, and you're going to do it now!" shouted Dean.
"In your dreams, bud," said Harry happily. "My mouth is like Fort Knox. You won't get anything out of me."
Dean nodded, pacing around the room. Walking back to the edge of the Devil's Trap, he said, "Have you heard of us?"
"Uh, no? Was I supposed to?"
"Two brothers, in the hunter business, fighting literally every supernatural thing in America?"
"Nope. And that's America. Everything is stronger here."
Sam stepped forward and pulled out his demon knife. "We're the Winchester brothers, asshole. And you should be afraid."
For the first time, Harry was paying attention. "Where did you get that knife?"
Sam looked down and saw what he was looking at, and mistaking Harry's look for fear, smiled. "This is a demon knife I got from a friend. Rumor has it, this knife can kill any demon."
Harry nodded, lost in his own thoughts. Confused, Sam looked at Dean. Dean shrugged.
"Now, I'm not going to ask again!" yelled Dean, his face contorting in anger. "Tell us what you're doing here, or you're getting a one way ticket straight back to hell!"
"What? Are you gonna exorcise me? No, please don't, I'm shaking in my boots," Harry sneered.
Harry could see the moment Dean made up his mind. His mouth tightened, his eyes grew hard, and his hands formed into fists.
Dean started to chant in Latin, and Harry sat back. "Well, it was nice knowing you boys," he chuckled, "See you, Winchesters."
At that moment, Harry felt the pull of the exorcism, and smoke billowed out of his body, flying up, then diving through the floor.
"Well that was a change of pace," said Sam. "For once the demons don't know our names."
Dumbledore was unsettled. That demon had been so arrogant, in Harry's body, that Dumbledore had been sure the Winchesters wouldn't be able to do anything. Instead, you t had been over before Dumbledore could get a good look.
"Well, if the demons don't know us, this could be good," said Dean. "Dumbledore, get Harry to his room. We're going to need to blend in with the crowd here- could we be teachers?"
"No, Mr…. Winchester, you cannot. Not only have you not shown an aptitude for magic, I would not feel that the students are safe in your care," said Dumbledore. He said it courteously, but there was an underlying tone of aggression towards the Winchester brothers.
"How would we know if we could do magic?" asked Sam.
"Well, we would know if you had any accidents as a child, or if you could make a connection with a wand. You really only need any wand to tell if you are a wizard."
Sam looked thoughtful. "Well then, can we see your wand?"
Dumbledore hesitated, but handed it to Sam. Sam held it for a moment, then looked at Dumbledore. "Do I need to do anything?"
"Well, swish it, I guess," said Dean. Sam shrugged, and swished the wand through the air. A column of blue sparks erupted from the tip of the wand, and lit Dumbledore's beard on fire.
Dumbledore, calm as ever, held out a hand for his wand. Sam wordlessly handed it back to him, and he put the fire out. "Mr. Winchester, would you like to try?"
"Well, can't hurt anyone, can it? Other than your beard, I mean." Dean took the wand and waved it, and while the sparks that flew from the tip weren't as forceful as Sam's, they did swirl around the room in a way that Sam's did not.
"Whoah," said Dean.
Dumbledore, surprised, said, "Are you boys sure you've never gotten any magical training?"
Dean opened his mouth, but Sam held up his hand. Eyes narrowed, Sam said, "Dean, Ruby trained me when I was sucking demon blood. That might count."
"Demon blood?" Dumbledore said, pale.
Dean ignored him. "It might. I'm not sure. What did you do when you were using your little psychic powers of yours?"
"I just reached down, grabbed this little ball, about here," Sam gestured around his stomach, "and did my thing."
Dumbledore, getting over his shock, said, "That sounds like your magical core. I don't want to hear anything about your 'demon blood' but it sounds like it rose your core up higher so it was easier to reach."
"And me?" asked Dean.
"You, Mr. Winchester, well you just have a natural affinity for magic." Dean looked pleased at that.
"Well, since we can do magic, does that mean we can be teachers?" asked Sam.
"No. You know nothing about magic. You would be behind all the students as far as spells, so you would need to learn faster than them if you hope to catch up."
Dean looked exasperated. "You're telling me there's no class that isn't about casting spells?"
"Well, there's Flying, and there's also Herbology," said Dumbledore, grudgingly.
"Well, Flying sounds good to me," said Dean happily.
"I guess I can help the teacher with Herbology," said Sam. "I'll need a couple textbooks, though."
"Yes, of course. And Dean, you'll need Madam Hooch to tutor you before the first years' classes," said Dumbledore. This might turn out well, after all. Madam Hooch had been complaining about being responsible for everything broom-wise, and while Professor Sprout hadn't said anything, she was definitely falling behind in her classes.
Dean clapped his hands. "Alright then. Where do we sleep?"
Dumbledore called Professor McGonnagal, and said, "Professor, take Harry to his dormitory, then take the Agents to our guest quarters."
Sam and Dean looked at Dumbledore, and he stared right back at them. Surprised he hadn't revealed their names, but not complaining, they followed Harry's floating form out of the office.
~The next morning~
Harry shot up in bed, having just returned from Hell. Looking around, he saw nothing unusual, only Ron snoring and the other first years.
Could it have just been a dream? Thought Harry. No. There's no way.
Getting up, Harry changed and went for a run.
When he returned, drenched in sweat, the others were yawning and getting dressed. Harry changed into his school robes and went down to breakfast.
In the Great Hall, students and teachers were already eating. Harry walked to his seat, and only then did he notice the hunters sitting at the Head Table. He could tell they were watching him intently, but he gave no hint that he had noticed them. He sat down next to Neville and Susan, and poured himself a bowl of cereal.
Hermione came down just a little after him, and sat beside him. Harry grabbed her hand under the table and pulled her close. "See those two new guys up at the Head Table?" he whispered, and she nodded. "Those are hunters. They hunt demons, like myself. They called me up to Dumbledore's office last night, and exorcised me. The only reason I'm still here is because I'm half human."
To Hermione's credit, she took the news fairly well. She nodded, and served herself some eggs, only pausing to glance at the brothers.
~At the Head Table~
Sam watched Harry. He seemed to not notice anything different, as he was just eating his breakfast with his group of friends. Sam frowned at him then turned to his food. "Should we really eat this? What if it's-"
Sam looked over at Dean, and stopped mid-sentence. Dean's mouth was full of eggs. Dean looked at him, and took a few seconds to swallow. Sam sighed. "Well, alright then."
Dean, mouth cleared, said "Relax. The wizard said to watch for Harry, not the chef. Besides, these eggs are delicious." Dean took another bite and said, "Almost as good as pie."
Sam raised an eyebrow. From Dean, that was the highest compliment he could offer. He looked back at Harry. "He hasn't even looked at us. Do you think he even remembers being possessed?"
Dean snorted. "I doubt it. If he did, he would've come to us and asked what was inside him. Besides, you don't just ignore something controlling you."
"Or a section missing from your life."
Dean nodded, and studied the student in question. He noticed that while he laughed and talked to the others, he never left the brunette out of the conversation, and always looked at her when he was talking. She might have noticed a difference in him when he was possessed.
Sam looked down the table. "So, Dumbledore, how do we get to the classes?"
Dumbledore looked at him over his glasses. "Just follow Professor Sprout. And Agent Young, follow Madam Hooch."
Dean nodded, and began shoveling the rest of his breakfast into his mouth when he saw the woman in question getting up to eat. Sam grimaced in disgust, and got up to follow Sprout.
~Out on the field~
Dean followed Hooch out to the field, wiping his mouth. "So. Flying huh?"
"Yes. Before the first-years get here, I need to show you how," said Madam Hooch. She saw this going two ways. Either this man lightened her work load, or make it exponentially harder.
Grabbing one of the school brooms, she brought it out to him and threw it onto the ground. "Hold out your hand, over the broom, and say, 'Up.'"
Dean nodded and did as she said, and the broom shot up to his hand. He grinned. "This magic thing is pretty cool."
"Yes," said Hooch dryly. "Now. Straddle the broom, and hold it firmly. When I say, kick off from the ground and rise a few feet, then come back down. Ready?"
Dean swung a leg over the broom. Feeling a little awkward, but determined, he nodded.
"Alright then. Go!"
Dean kicked the ground, and rose up much higher than he meant to. Fifty feet off the ground, he yelped and fell forward, hugging the broom. This, however, caused the broom to go into a steep dive. Only feet from the ground, Dean yanked the nose of the broom up, and went shooting back up.
"Stop moving!" shouted Hooch, but Dean didn't hear.
In all the commotion, Dean accidentally fell to the right. The broom swerved, and unable to control it, Dean went into a spiraling dive. Shouting, he bailed from the broom, and crashed into the ground, rolling at least fifteen feet.
Hooch ran over, and found the broom in pieces around the groaning Dean.
"Any broken bones?" Dean shook his head, slowly pushing himself onto his elbows.
"Where does it hurt?" Dean shrugged, and pushed himself to his feet. Other than a few bruises, he seemed okay.
Dean stretched, and grinned at Hooch. "I learned how to fall when I- ehm- joined the bureau."
Hooch raised an eyebrow, but then nodded and summoned the remnants of the broom. "Good. Sounds like you're ready for another go, then?"
Dean hesitated, then nodded and walked back to the shed.
~In Flitwick's classroom~
Sam followed Professor Sprout into a greenhouse on the ground, and found it covered in plants. Nearly every available surface was covered in plants.
"So, Agent Angus, was it?" said Sprout congenially.
"Yes. You can call me Sam, though, Professor."
Sprout smiled, and went behind her desk to grab a plant with purple fruits hanging from its branches. "This is a Bubotuber. Here put these on."
Sam caught the suit and gloves tossed at him, and put them on. Looking through the plastic, he could see Sprout in a similar getup.
"Now, pick the fruits. Be careful, the plant doesn't like it if you're too rough with it. Be gentle."
Sam wasn't sure what she meant, but he wasn't about to find out. Reaching out, he gently grabbed the branch, and gingerly wrapped his hand around the fruit.
Now, unnoticed by Professor Sprout or Sam, the Venomous Tentacula had been slowly reaching toward the newcomer. Most people didn't know that the Tentacula had at least the same level intelligence as a dog, and it was curious as to who it's caretaker had brought in.
Sam, pleased with his success at picking the first tuber, had reached for another with a little more confidence. Reaching for another one, still gentle but working a little faster, he grabbed another.
Sam was about to pick it, when he felt something around his ankle. He jumped back, his heart in his throat, looking down to see a tentacle wrapped around his leg.
He also forgot to let go of the fruit.
Ripping the fruit off the branch, Sam stumbles away from the tentacle. The Bubotuber tumbled from the table, and the remaining fruits exploded with a purple juice. Sam and Sprout had their suits on, but the liquid splashed onto the Tentacula's tentacle.
The Tentacula let out a high pitched shriek and flailed around, the tentacles flying around the room. One hit Sam and sent him flying, and the other grabbed Sprout and pulled her towards the writhing mass of green.
"Sam!" shouted Sprout, pulling out her wand. She waved it, and the tentacle was cut in half, but another appeared and yanked her wand out of her hand. Still being pulled in, she grabbed the leg of the table, and yelled at Sam.
"Sorry!" said Sam, pulling out his knife and slicing the tentacle. It fell to the ground, writhing, and Sam dodged another one. Sam, seeing Sprout's wand in a tentacle, jumped at it. The Tentacula wasn't having any of that, however, and grabbed him from the air. Sam felt the air whoosh out of him, as he was yanked into the mass.
Sam struggled, but the tentacle was too strong. He hacked at it, but it was thicker than the others. Looking around, he saw something that looked disturbingly like a mouth and yelled. Frantically feeling for anything that might help, Sam grabbed another tentacle. This one pulled him out of the one holding him, and he was pulled back out to the greenhouse.
Sam, hanging from the tentacle, grabbed Sprout's wand swung out, rolling to behind her desk.
"Here," he said, panting. "Now do your thing."
Sprout nodded, and standing up, she started to chant. Sam peeked over the desk, and saw a faint blue light pushing the tentacles back to the pot. After a few moments, all was still.
Sam looked at Sprout. "I'm really sorry, Professor. If there's anything I can do-"
"It's fine, Sam. Besides, we now have two fresh Venomous Tentacula tentacles!" she exclaimed, picking them up gently and placing them in a box at the back of her classroom. "I always wanted these, but they're outrageously expensive and I didn't want to set my Tentacula off."
"Oh. Well then," said Sam, bemused. He picked up the Bubotuber, unhurt in the commotion, and set it back on the table. He looked at Sprout. "So, do you still want me to help?"
"Of course, Sam," she smiled. "We'll be studying the Shrivelfig today. Let me get out the textbook, and you can look it over before the students get here. Alright?"
"Yes, ma'am," said Sam. He thought he heard some yelling out by the field, but looking out, he saw nothing. Shrugging, he took the massive book offered to him and sat down to read.
Hey guys! Sorry Chapter 15 took so long. I figured I'd make this one extra long to make up for it!
I'm seeing some confusion as to if Crowley has met the Winchesters yet or not. I'm leaving that up to discussion, so review and tell me what you think!
Spencer366: I think that would make Harry too op. If I did that, Harry would basically be unstoppable. While it's fun to do sparingly, writing an entire fanfic around it would get boring fast.
Qorianth Grindelwald: Sam's still alive! Harry could've killed him, I'm sure, but he didn't want to raise too much suspicion. He thought he could just leave, but he didn't tak eDean into account (he he).
Skyler Hollow: You are very welcome.
Stormshadow13: I'm really glad I could finally bring them into the story.
shadowhunterz: Not as bad as you thought, huh?
Shay Shadowhunter: Thanks, neither can I!
Fangtasia21: Sorry? I think you meant Draco. No, he's not stupid. He saw a wraith. I'd be freaked out too!
anonymousvoice: See above lol.
RorschachinBlueJeans: Getting protective of him, are we? Also, I like your name. Sounds pretty.