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HECTIC AUGUST
The boys started packing the essentials, got new set of clothes to fit their fifteen year old selves, old clothes and weapons.
"So Mr. Dumbledore, where is Hogwarts and how are we going to reach there?" Sam asked.
"Call me Albus. Hogwarts is situated in the wilderness of Scotland."
"Gathered that much from your accent. How is it hidden?" Sam again asked the logical question.
"It has muggle repellant charms. So we won't be staying there. There's a village called Hogsmeade near Hogwarts. You both will be staying there at a pub. I'll take you there by portkey." Dumbledore answered.
"What's a portkey?" Sam questioned. This captured Dean's interest and he started listening in.
"A portkey is a modified object that can transport you anywhere you want in a second. It's like apparating or teleporting."
"I'm not taking any hoodoo transportation." Dean exclaimed.
"Dean, it's either portkey for a minute or hours of flight. What would it be?" Sam asked slyly.
Dean looked horrified. "I'll take the portkey!"
After the packing was done, Albus took a glass from the table and took out his wand and muttered "Portus". The glass glowed blue while the brothers stood gaping. "Touch the glass with a finger and hold onto your stuff tight."
They put their finger on the glass and it glowed again. Dean felt as if he was being squeezed through a tube and the next thing he knew he was standing in a doggy dungeon with stacks of what looked like beers. Albus flicked his wand and everything vanished and the room cleaned itself. Dean and Sam were gaping AGAIN. The next thing they knew the candles were burning, there were couches, tables, bookshelves with books, potion ingredients, cauldrons cupboards and two folding beds that were occupying the- now- room. "You'll be living here from now and Aberforth will be teaching you all the stuff."
All Dean could mutter was "Awesome trick." Albus chuckled and went out.
The next morning, Albus came back with their wands. Dean's wand was made of Angel's feather and bloodwood, eleven and three quarter inches, strong and beautiful, it also had a reddish tint to it that made it more attractive, good for defense and transfiguration. Sam's wand was made of salamander scales and oak, ten inches, flexible and light, pure black and elegant.
"Albus, why does Dean's wand has this reddish tint to it?" Sam asked.
"Dean's wand is made of bloodwood, it is rather rare. It's very difficult to find a companion for a powerful core of wands. It's not every day you get an Angels feather for a core. Bloodwood symbolizes power, strength and blood. So the name and the red tint. On the other hand salamander scales are very powerful core too. And the oak used in your wand is 700 years old. It represents the wise and powerful."
"Albus, something struck me last night. You said there's a statue of secrecy. So isn't telling us against the law?" Sam asked.
"You're going to be shocked. So your grandfather Samuel Campbell was a squib."
"A what?" Dean intervened.
"A squib is a non magical offspring of a magical couple. This means your grandfather was part of a very old pureblood family in America. And hence, you both are part of the magical community too."
"Give me minute. Let me digest it." Dean murmured.
Cas had already altered Dean and Sam's DNA. So they set to practice enthusiastically. They were getting surprisingly well with Aberforth. They started with DADA, charms and transfiguration and moved to wandless subjects like potions, runes, deviation, magical creatures, history, astronomy and herbology. They had mastered all these to fourth year levels already. Apart from that they had already learned their cover story, name of the teachers at Salem, star students, infrastructure. Dumbledore had already planted their cover at Salem and pulled a favor at the American ministry. So no amount of cross checking could blow their cover. And also the teachers at Salem could never remember the names of the students as each class had more than a hindered students. The next thing on the list was flying. Dean and Sam loved this too much and had already become pros at it.
It was the last week of the holidays, when Cas came. He brought two fingers to their head and changed them to fifteen. they looked like they used to when they were actually fifteen.
Dean still has his spiky, short dirty blonde hair, he was quite tall for a fifteen year old around 5'7". He still had his high cheekbones with a rough stubble growing at the edges. He had a solid build and prominent muscles because of the training and hunts he did at that time. The only things that stayed were the enochian symbols etched in his ribs, the anti possession tattoo and Cas's handprint on his shoulder and his beautiful but sad green eyes. In short, Dean still looked hot even if he was fifteen.
Sam was tall too, around 5'6". He too had a prominent build. His hair was still chocolate brown and his eyes were still hazel brown with the same sadness like his brother. His high cheekbones were quite remarkable. In short, Sam was a hot fifteen year old too.
They changed into their new muggle clothes that also happened to be baggy jeans, undershirts and plaid and check shirts, leather jackets and hoodies (only for Sam ). They draped robes over their jeans and shirts which was still unbuttoned and the muggle clothes were visible underneath. They met with an old stern looking woman- Minerva McGonagall- to go to Diagon Alley for the shopping. McGonagall took a pinch of powder and told them to do as the same as she does. Then she threw the powder in the fireplace and said "Diagon Alley" and stepped into the green fire and vanished. Next, Dean took the powder and did the same and stepped in.
He felt as if the whole world was swirling. Just as soon as the nausea hit, it went away and Dean stumbled out of another fireplace, coughing, into an unfamiliar street. Infront of him, Minerva was talking to an unknown mid age man with flaming red hair. He was short and plump. Surely, he was a nine-to-five desk job family man ginger.
Before dean could even come out of his trance, the fire roared again and Sam was spit out of the fire. Sam crashed into Dean and both of them went down.
"Sonovabitch!" Dean swore.
"Get off Jerk!"
The brothers were still fighting oblivious to the dirty look they were getting from Minerva. "ahh! Mr. and Mr. Winchester come along. Arthur, he is Dean and he is Sam Winchester. They are the hunters Dumbledore has brought from America."
"Arthur Weasley. I see you all are prepared for Hogwarts. Ahh! yes, do not tell the kids about your real identity. You see, Harry hates being protected." Arthur then turned towards the lady "I hope I'll be seeing you at the headquarters then" And with that he walked away.
McGonagall filled the boys about the Order of Phoenix while shopping. Sam had to be dragged out of Flourish and Blots. Dean and Sam got their stationery, robes, supplies and broom from the money provided by Albus for their services to the OoP. Dean and Sam got Firebolts too.
Dean still was sad for leaving his baby behind. He was thinking about her when something caught his eye. In the owl shop, there was a grayish black hawk that was staring at Dean with piercing yellow eyes. Dean pulled Sam and Minnie, as Dean was calling Minerva, much to her annoyance, into the shop and payed for the hawk. He opened the cage and set the hawk free. Sam was looking at him like he had lost his marbles. the hawk circled over blonde's head and perched on his shoulders.
"What are you gonna call him?" Sam asked.
"If he was a she, I would have called him Impala. But he is a he so I'm gonna call him Loki."
"You wanna name your pet after Gabriel?"
"He has also saved our ass in the end." Dean shot back. "So Minnie whets our next stop?"
"We'll go back to Hogshead and collect your possessions and go to the headquarters."
"Okie dokie!"
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