DEAN'S POV

The train's benches were a plush red. Harry sat next to me, while Hermione and Ron sat across from us. Sam, George, and Fred were in the compartment right behind me. Apparently the "Luna" girl decided to sit with other friends, Neville and Ginny.

I knew no one else here other than the three people in my compartment.

"So, your mother was a witch and your father was a muggle?" Ron asked completely out of the blue.

"Yes." I answered uncomfortable to the sudden change of subject.

"Ron, I don't think he exactly knows was a muggle is." Hermione spoke up.

"No, I do." I defended myself. "It's non-magic people."

"Oh, well, um. I was a muggle, but I had magic blood in me, so I went here." She explained herself. "Both Ron and Harry are pure bloods. Harry is also really famous in the wizarding world."

"Really?" I asked. What was he famous for? Was he like a wizard actor's son? Or something like that? Was he a wizard singer?

"Yes, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, tried killing Harry when he was a baby." Ron said and Harry looked to his hands. "And instead of killing Harry, he gave him a scar."

Harry lifted up his floppy hair and showed me a scar that looked like a lightening bolt.

I pointed to his forehead. "That's awesome."

"Not when it's burning my head out." Harry objected.

"Sorry." I mumbled. "What does Hogwarts look like?"

"It's a castle!" Ron said excitedly, "With moving stairs and talking pictures!"

"That's impossible." I replied, wait what was I saying? I've seen things that were only told in stories, this will be some of them.

"Well, do you think magic is impossible?"

"No. I've seen some things that you would think is impossible."

"That's true." Harry said. "Um, where are you from? You don't sound like us."

"I'm from the United States." I've kind of gotten used to the accents even though we hadn't been together for all too long.

"Oh. Did you take a plane here?"

"Yeah." I shuddered. I never want to go on a plane again. "I don't like flying."

"Why?"

"It just never suited me, I'm thousands of feet in the air only contained by a box of metal."

"I've never looked at it that way." Hermione said, cocking her head to the side.

"Do you know what Quidditch is?" Harry asked eyes wide. "We just went to the world cup and it was amazing!"

"Is it like football?" I miss the sport. I was a quarterback when we played at school.

"No, it's not like kicking a ball around." Ron said with his eyes furrowed. "You fly on a broomstick and throw a ball through one of three rings. Of course there are other things, but once the season starts up we'll bring you to a match."

"Oh, that sounds cool." I forgot that 'Football' here translates into 'Scoccer' and 'American football' is 'football'.

"Yeah, it really is."

We didn't talk for a whole half-hour before the sweets trolley rolled by. I got a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, while Harry and Ron got that, two chocolate frogs each, owl droppings, and Fizzing Whizbees.

I didn't know what any of those things were other than the Jelly Beans. I finished half the box when we pulled into the Hogwarts train station. I only got a few gross ones, like earwax or dirt.

"You do realize you're going to have to go with the first years to get sorted." Hermione said plainly as we got off the train with our luggage.

"Yes. Professor Dumbledore already explained what I was to do. I'm going to go first. Then wait for my brother."

I finally tugged on the handle of the suitcase and looked up at a giant castle standing before me with a huge moat around it. It was beautiful!

"Wow." Sam said walking next to me. "This is where we're going to be staying?"

"Yeah. This is where we're going to go to school and learn what mom did." I patted his shoulder and squeezed it, then followed him with a few other shorter people. The first years. I would be going to some classes with them, but I would also have to go to a different summer school to catch up.

"Yeah, only what is dad gonna do when we're gone?" He asked quietly.

"He's going to hunt monsters and keep people safe back in America. We don't have to worry about him here, Sammy." I smiled at him and ruffled his overgrown hair.

"Name." A short, ugly creature said below us. "Last then first."

"Uhh... Winchester, Dean." I said looking at the huge pointy ears. It's like the others at Gringots. Goblins.

"Winchester, Sam."

He let us through the gate and we followed a giant man, in both ways, to huge doors. He led the group up some stairs and I couldn't help to stare at the paintings that were moving around us.

A set of stairs far above our head creaked then moved to another opening. It was all stone. It was true. The stairs did move!

"Hello, I am Professor Mcgonagall. This is the Great Hall, where you will eat, where there are gatherings, and where tonight you will be sorted into your houses." A woman at the top of a staircase said. She was dressed in dark green robes and had one of those funny pointed witch hats on that we had to get this year.

Once she was pleased that we were all here and felt very uncomfortable with each other being so close, she turned around and pushed open the doors that led to a huge room, with candles floating in mid-air and five long tables.

"This is the Great Hall." She explained. There were plates lining the tables and cups.

One table at the very front with older, I'm guessing professors, sat there, without any food. The other four tables were filled with students. I quickly found Harry, Ron, and Hermione all sitting together.

Professor Dumbledore sat at the head table and was talking among the teachers before he saw the doors fully open with students waiting.

There was a worn hat sitting on a stool singing though a rip in it near it's seam. We piled in flinching at the sound of the screeching hat.

I heard Hermione in the back of my head from the trip, she was always talking about how he sometimes sorted people into the wrong house. I had asked about what the houses were and she explained that you would be put in one of four houses. Then stay there for all of your years at Hogwarts.

I was going first. Panic raced through me, but I remembered my father words when we were on a hunt once. 'Don't be scared, Dean. You can't afford to be scared. You gotta look out for Sammy and to do that you can't be afraid.' I swallowed deeply.

"Dean Winchester." Professor McGonagall called for me and I approached the stool with the old hat on it.

Professor moved the hat and gestured me to sit.

I sat down as gently as I could, afraid the wooden chair would break.

She placed the leather hat on my head and I kept my mind clear of my mother's death. I could feel it picking through my memories.

"Hmm. Loyal, Strong, Brave. Very interesting. This must be a..." I braced myself for the answer. "GRYFFINDOR!"

I didn't expect it to yell, but then again everyone else in the room had to hear it, too.

The table Ron, Hermione, and Harry sat at was cheering loudly. I got off of the stool quickly and almost ran to join them and people slapped my back in congratulations when I passed. The teacher's table clapped respectively. I just couldn't wait for Sammy's turn.

Time passed and we had finally gotten to the W's.

"Sam Winchester." The Professor said gently finally finishing the first year list.

He went up to the stool and sat down quickly.

"Hard to choose like your brother. Loyal like him, smart, brave. Not Slytherin. Not Ravenclaw. Must be a," I held my breath hoping that he would be in Gryffindor, too. But it could also mean the last house. "HUFFLEPUFF!"

Hufflepuff? What was their strengths? I get Slytherin's because all of them look like they had evil, weasel-ness in their eyes. Ravenclaw was the smarts, I'm surprised he didn't get that, he was really smart compared to me.

"Wait. What is Hufflepuff?" I asked Hermione, because she seemed to have all the answers. "Hufflepuff is hard work, patience, and loyalty."

"Yeah, I guess that fits his resume." I sighed. This is going to be a long year without Sammy.