The Devil Went Down To Hogwarts
Chapter Two
Lizzie, Sam and Dean arrived at Hogwarts and were greeted in the Entrance Hall by Lizzie's old Head of House, Professor McGonagall, who immediately welcomed Lizzie by giving her a hug and a kiss on each cheek. "Um, Professor, this is my boyfriend, Sam Winchester, and his brother Dean – they've come to help,'' said Lizzie. Professor McGonagall shook hands with both Sam and Dean, smiling. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you two boys face-to-face,'' she said.
Dean raised an eyebrow. "Finally?" he asked. "You say that like you have some kind of file on us or something.'' "You did stop the Apocalypse, didn't you?" asked Professor McGonagall. "Well, yes," said Dean. "There you are then,'' said Professor McGonagall. "Oh,'' said Sam.
There was a fluttering of wings, and Castiel appeared by Dean's side. "Dammit Cas!" he growled. "You've gotta stop doing that!" "My apologies,'' said Cas. "Who might you be?" asked McGonagall. "This is Castiel, Professor,'' said Lizzie. "Cas, this is Professor McGonagall, she was Head of Gryffindor when I was at school here. "It is a pleasure to meet you,'' said McGonagall, extending her hand in a friendly gesture. "Likewise,'' said Castiel, shaking McGonagall's hand.
"You're not what I pictured,'' McGonagall commented, staring at Castiel through her square framed spectacles. "This is a vessel,'' Castiel explained. McGonagall raised her eyebrows. "Do you mean to say that you're possessing someone?" she asked. "I needed his consent in order to be invited in,'' said Castiel. "Lizzie never mentioned you,'' said McGonagall. Castiel said nothing.
"Lizzie,'' said McGonagall. "I ah – I owe you an apology." Lizzie frowned. "What for?" she asked, bewildered. "I should have believe you when you told me that Cormac McLaggen was dangerous. When I found out what he really did to you…" said McGonagall, looking ashamed. Lizzie wanted to say 'No shit, Sherlock!' but instead she smiled. "It's okay,'' she said.
Both Dean and Sam were staring at Lizzie with perplexed looks on their faces. "Lizzie?" asked Dean. "Did something happen?" Lizzie swallowed. She didn't want to tell Sam or Dean what really happened. She had kept all those horrible memories that used to wake her up in the middle of the night in cold sweats buried for so long and she wanted to keep it that way.
"Nothing,'' said Lizzie finally. "It was nothing." Sam stared at Lizzie. "Are you sure?" he asked. Lizzie nodded. "Yeah,'' said Lizzie.
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Professor McGonagall walked Sam, Dean, Lizzie, and Cas through the corridors explaining what had been going on in great detail. "And you don't think these are suicides?" asked Lizzie. "No," said McGonagall. "The pattern in which the students died seems too suspicious,"
They walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, where McGonagall summoned two girls and asked if she could speak to them in private. The girls walked out of the classroom, and saw Sam, Dean, Lizzie and Cas. "Who are you?" they asked. "I'm Lizzie this is my boyfriend Sam, and his brother Dean, and this is my friend Castiel," said Lizzie as the girls shook hands with each of them. "Professor McGonagall told us about the student deaths, and we're investigating them."
"Are you from the Ministry of Magic?" one of the girls asked. "Not exactly," said Lizzie. "We're hunters – we kill monsters for a living," "So you think that some sort of monster killed those students?" asked the other girl looking frightenend. "We're exploring it as a possibility,'' said Lizzie. "You were hanging out with two of the victims at the Hogs Head, right?"
The girls were silent. "Look," said Lizzie. "I used to be a student here. I know all about honor codes and protecting your friends' memories, but this is important, and could save lives, so whatever you might know, I'd suggest you tell us."
One of the girls was looking confused. "How does a hunter end up going to school here?" she asked, smirking slightly. "Things happen," said Lizzie. "What's your name?" asked Dean. "Meghan, and this is Alyssa," said Meghan jabbing a thumb at Alyssa. "We were with some of our friends and we were having drinks. One of the girls Lauren, said that her grades were slipping and she was freaking out because her parents are really strict, you know? She then went to go to the loo, and we waited for her, but she didn't come back. We went back up to the castle without her, but as we were walking down the road, we saw her, and she appeared to be talking to someone," "A student? Professor?" asked Sam. Meghan shook her head. "No, I've never seen him before,''
"Did you hear what he was saying to her?" asked Dean. "I – I think he might have said something about giving her ten years or something – I don't know it didn't make any sense and I didn't think anything of it. Why?"
Sam, Dean, Lizzie and Cas exchanged horrified glances. Were students making deals?
There was only one way to find out. "Come on!" said Lizzie as she took Sam's hand but just as she left, she thanked the girls who stared perplexedly as she, Cas, Dean and Sam ran down the corridors.
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Lizzie took them to Hogsmeade, where she and her friends used to hang out when she was a student. Up until now she failed to notice something. There was a crossroads near the Hogs' Head pub. Lizzie walked in the center of the graveled crossroads, and stared at Dean. "This seem dead center to you?" Sam nodded as Lizzie knelt down, took out her wand and used a Gouging Spell to dig a small hole in the center of the crossroads. She then got down on her hands and knees and began digging with her hands until she felt something hard. It appeared to be a box made of wood. Lizzie brushed a few particles of dirt off the box and opened it. There was a picture of one of the deceased victims inside.
"Is that her? Lauren?" asked Dean. "Has to be,'' said Lizzie. "So, kids become model students right around the time they were hanging out at the Hogs Head." "Where there just happens to be a crossroads," said Sam. "These kids are actually making deals with a damn demon!" said Lizzie. "I'll bet you they made the deal not even thinking about what it would cost them,"
Sun was setting and Lizzie suggested that they head back to the castle and start again tomorrow. "Only one problem: Where are we gonna sleep? I doubt McGonagall will let you have the girls dormitory to yourself,'' said Sam. "And boys aren't allowed in the girls dorms anyway,'' said Lizzie. "Don't worry! I know where we can go!" she began to walk back up to the castle as Sam, Dean and Cas followed.
As they walked through the corridors, Lizzie kept thinking We need a place where we can do research for this hunt, over and over in her head. There was a sound of stone scraping as a door appeared on the wall and opened. "Yahtzee!" said Lizzie happily walking inside and Sam, Dean and Cas followed her.
Inside there were three decent sized beds, bookshelves stocked with books on demons, anther shelf held flasks of holy water, and jars of silver nails, rock salt, and ammunition.
To complete this perfect image of the room, there was a devils trap on the ceiling and on the floor. "What the hell?" asked Dean. "What is this place?" asked Cas. "The Room of Requirement," said Lizzie. "The what?" asked Sam.
"It's also known as the Come-And-Go room," said Lizzie. "It only appears when a person has a real need for it, and is always equipped with the seeker's needs."
"So,'' said Dean. "Say if you really needed the bathroom…."
"Charming Dean," said Lizzie. "But yes, that is the general idea," "It's perfect!" said Sam. "It's like Hogwarts wants us to hunt down this demon!"
"Unfortunately, the only thing the room doesn't provide is food,'' said Lizzie. "But don't worry! We'll just need to make frequent trips to the kitchens,"
"Are you sure?" asked Dean uncertainly. "I mean, is McGonagall okay with that?" "She assured me that we can have whatever we need – it's not a big issue,'' said Lizzie.
"Okay!" said Dean. "Whatdaya say we get something to eat?" asked Dean. Lizzie nodded gratefully as her stomach growled loudly. Those Pumpkin Pasties seemed ages ago.
"Follow me!" said Lizzie as she, Dean, and Sam made their way out of the Room of Requirement.
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They walked down the corridors, and passed the Great Hall and the delicious smell of food wafted through the air, as Dean slipped into a daydream about pie.
They finally stopped at a large portrait of a bowl of fruit. Lizzie reached out a hand, and tickled the pear in the fruit bowl, and Dean, and Sam were both surprised to hear it giggle as the portrait swung forward like a door.
As they walked inside, they were confronted by some of the most bizarre creatures Sam and Dean have ever seen. They were less than three feet tall with bat like ears, eyes as big as tennis balls, and nose as long and as thin as pencils or round like tomatoes. They were all wearing either tea cozies or pillowcases. "House elves," Lizzie explained. "Hogwarts has employed them for years! They love it here, and they don't care that it doesn't pay well."
"What do you mean?" asked Sam. "How much do they get paid?" "Last house elf I knew that worked here got I think, a Galleon a week," said Lizzie. "That's not fair!" said Dean. Lizzie shrugged. "He didn't seem to mind," said Lizzie. "What was his name?" asked Sam. "Dobby – He died when I was in my seventh year," said Lizzie, looking sad.
"I'm sorry," said Dean. Lizzie nodded. "Yeah, I miss him a lot – he was really sweet,'' she said.
"Sam and Dean Winchester!" a house elf suddenly squeaked. "Such an honor it is!" it said, bowing deeply. Sam and Dean smiled awkwardly. "Th-thanks," said Dean. "Miss Lizzie!" the house elf squeaked, noticing Lizzie too. "You have returned! You are alive?" Lizzie nodded. "It's a long story," said Lizzie. She looked around then turned back to the house elf. "Where's Winky?" she asked.
Winky was a house elf that used to work at Hogwarts, and Lizzie had become rather close to her.
The house elf's ears drooped, and a saddened expression crossed its face. "Winky – Winky died last year Miss Lizzie," it said sadly.
Lizzie's face fell. "What? How? Last I saw her, she was trying to quit drinking!"
"Winky had a relapse, Miss Lizzie," said the house elf. "And one day, she just – drank too much, and….." Tears welled up in the house elf's eyes as he dabbed his eyes on the corner of his tea cozy. "I'm so sorry!" said Lizzie, starting to cry too. Sam went up to Lizzie and hugged her.
They left the kitchen five minutes later with a armful of chicken, bread, a large ham, a stack of pies, and a jug of iced pumpkin juice as they headed back to the Room of Requirement.
As they sat down to dinner, Dean spoke up. "So Liz," he said through a mouthful of chicken. "Why are all the house elves wearing tea cozies and pillowcases?" "Yeah!" Sam piped up. "What's up with that?" "It's part of their enslavement," Lizzie explained. "House elves can only be freed if their masters present them with proper clothing. A friend of mine, Hermione tried setting all the house elves in Hogwarts free when I was a fifth year, by giving them clothes, but they didn't want them. They found them insulting. So Dobby took them for himself – He had already been set free from his previous masters."
Lizzie yawned, and took out her purse, and took out her pajamas, a toothbrush, and toothpaste, and her evening dose of medication.
After she had gotten dressed, and brushed her teeth, Lizzie took out four sleeping bags, and pillows and handed one each to Sam, Dean and Cas, but Cas refused his. "I don't sleep Lizzie," he said, smiling slightly. "Never?" asked Lizzie looking slightly surprised. "No," said Cas, shaking his head.
Lizzie shrugged as she got into her sleeping bag, and fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.
