AN: I recently realized I forgot the disclaimer. I don't own Supernatural or Harry Potter, much to my dismay.
I'm sorry I haven't updated recently, but Exam Week is kicking my ass. I will try to update as soon as possible. Thank you so much for everyone that's reviewed, favorite'd, read, and liked this
Chapter 5: House of the Rising Sun Part 1
Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I'm one
After the horrendous singing and warnings (about the Forbidden Forest and the third floor corridor) of possible painful death that caused Gabriel to quirk an eyebrow at the Winchester brothers, each House went to their dormitories. The Team's chatter performed a rapid decrescendo with sleep-hazed murmurs of "night"s, "see ya in the morning"s, and an explicitly explained threat of possible death for one archangel. They went their separate ways.
Sam followed his Prefect through the winding halls of the castle. Although his eleven year old body laxed at prospect of sleep, his mind told him to commit the route from the Great Hall to the dormitory to memory. He was elated with joy. I'm in a wizard in Hogwarts, during the Potter era. Dean, Cas, and I are NOT running for our lives, dying, or caught in the middle of a huge war that directly revolves around us! We're living some semblance of a childhood. How could this not be fun? Though I'm pretty sure Dean's going to end up "killing" Gabe if he doesn't find something akin to a case.'
The small group of first years were lead westward until they reached a spiraling staircase. 'Dean would hate this.' Sam thought as he gave a passing glance outside a sparse window. Soon, the merry group found themselves in front of a tall door with no doorknob or keyhole, but instead a bronze eagle's head.
"I can always be found in the past, for that is where my being dwells. The present is from where I was weaved, but the future can never taint me." The voice was silky smooth, strangely feminine for its lacking of being an animate object.
'Oh, that makes sense. Ask a riddle for the Ravenclaws. I wonder if it would do historical information if that is what the person is better equipped for, or if you gave a speech on a subject you're well versed in and if the knocker believes that it was convincing or had enough information would let you in. I mean, just because you're smart doesn't mean you are capable of riddles.' Sam pondered, missing the answer to the riddle. He shrugged, he'll ask the knocker his thoughts later. He entered the dorm room behind everyone else.
The sight he was met with took his breath away.
The door swung to reveal a spacious, circular room. The floor was covered by a midnight blue carpet sprinkled with stars, which reflected upon the dome ceiling. High arched windows looked down upon the school grounds and had marvelous view if there was light to illuminate them: the Quidditch pitch, the Forbidden Forest, the lake, the Herbology Gardens, and in the distance the buildings and rising smoke of Hogsmeade. Bronze and blue silks fell from the ceiling, draping downwards, halfway down they tied to the pillars by the walls. The room was furnished with tables, chairs, and bookcases with hundreds of books. Next to the door Sam presumed lead to the dormitories was the sculpture of a beautiful woman. Rowena Ravenclaw, the prefect explained while passing the statue to show them to their rooms. After showing them their rooms, the prefect left for "Prefect business to tend to, but I'm sure even you first years are smart enough to stay in the Ravenclaw Tower."
Sam, instead of talking with his new Ravenclaw classmates, returned to the common room. He again was awestruck at the sheer amount of books it contained. I wonder if it has any books pertaining to our kind of magic?
"It's rather satisfying, isn't it?" A shorter, young girl's brown with gold-n-blue flecked hazel eyes smiled up at the Winchester. Her face was serene, a smile tugged softly on her lips. Gold hair was pulled into a half-formed twist while the rest fell in curls. Her voice was lofty, not with pride, but rather she was wind that was gently whispering her words to be heard by simple men. Her strange eyes gazed at Sam as if she could look into his very being, as if she knew a secret about him even he was not aware of. There was a certain dose nostalgia hidden in her gaze, but it complementary to her wide-eyed wonder. "It doesn't welcome coziness, but feeling of accomplishment and thirst to be filled with knowledge."
"I-I-I guess." Sam stuttered out, unsure whether to be put-off or glad to be talking to someone outside his 'family'. "I'm Sam. Sam Winchester."
"Stella Scituswin." The girl shook Sam's hand firmly. Again she stared at him. "You have a swarm of Naggerbursts around you. They particularly like sassy people who often use expressions over words to express their emotions."
Sam couldn't help himself; he chuckled. He continued smiling, trying not to laugh too loudly because a few remaining students were trying to study at the tables. One particular brown-haired boy gave him what could only be described as a pure death-glare at the odd pair. They chatted for a few more minutes until Stella stated that she had a few battery earrings she was afraid she had to get rid of. Sam asked if he could have them, promising he wasn't as weird as that question was. Stella laughed, replying she was sure he could find a better use for them than she could. Sam felt another tugging feeling that Stella knew something that he was missing.
Sam, batteries resting in his hand, let his mind wander. He knew that he wasn't going to have an easy time at Hogwarts, and probably not make many friends with his Ravenclaw classmates (as he remembered one of the Team's many conversations on how each House seemed to take their house traits too seriously. Gryffindors prejudice against the Slytherins. Slytherins being prejudice against mudbloods. Ravenclaws being a stick in the mud. Hufflepuffs thought to be nothing special or important.) It was like High School extreme. He also remembered one of the Team's many discussions about how messed up Hogwarts and the Wizarding Community were) because of the fierce separation of Muggle World and Wizarding one. There was a general lack of understanding on the wizards side. They thought themselves supreme over the muggles and that "muggles" were unfortunate that they were born with the genetic spark of wizards and witches. With the conversations he's heard at Diagon Alley and in the Great Hall and conversations from the likes of Draco Malfoy or Ron Wealsey, he'd be half-inclined to think that wizards don't see themselves and muggles both as "humans" but rather Wizard Humans and Regular Humans. But if Sam was to be honest, he preferred humans more. Not because he lived 30 years as a human, but because humans had made it to the moon, could fly, burrow deep into the ground, learned math, science, and create/learn languages, could travel distances in a matter of hours, could talk to people halfway around the world (though telephone technology isn't comparatively great now, Sam knew it would exponentially grow). They did all that without magic.
How many practical and average household utensils could wizards use or understand the basic use of a dishwasher, microwave, TV, alarm clock, the internet once it makes it appearance later; or do maths, read advance literature, give words to explore and deepen the understanding of the human psyche, and evoke extreme emotions? Honestly, humans pushed past their boundaries, their limitations, and ideas to extents that were only dreams in their minds. Wizards had created something marvelous centuries ago and were too content to sit back and let those old traditions rule their lives. Allowed discrimination of Muggleborns and Squibs to continue, stop with their scientific advances researching what spells, intent, and hard work could accomplish, whether intent could greater influence a spell than the words spoken, create new spells, combine the wonders of magic with the practicality of the modern era. The use of pens for one, along with being able to use electronics within the barriers of Hogwarts.
That last thought stopped Sam short. Who was to say that new spells couldn't be invented, obviously the first ones had to have come from somewhere. The more Sam thought about it, the more the idea appealed to him. Sure, there would be problems with how the magical energy of the Hogwarts overloaded the electronic wavelengths disrupting the functions, but there had be magic counterspells or runes or transfigurative-charmatic spellwork that could allow for safe usage of electronics within a spot with so much concentrated magical aura. He would need an extensive knowledge of how spells work, high-level charms, the circuit system of electronics, and months to properly plan. Maybe he could create a magical equivalent of a battery to power electronics without it shorting out. The layers of magic that would have to protect the batteries and "magteries" Wow that was Dean levels of naming things. He raised the battery from his hand, a smirk crossing his face. Oh yeah, this was going to be a fun year.
I need to go to bed, classes tomorrow. He reminded himself. Slipping quietly into his dorm room to see the other first years had already fall sleep, he moved to his bed. Carefully, he hid the batteries in his trunk for safekeeping. For the first time, he slept straight through the night in a dreamless, content sleep.
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