Once again I thank you guys for all the reviews, favorites and alerts. You guys are really awesome. I'm writing this like 'Changing Channels' I know. It's intentional. I never meant for this to be super serious. But I am happy for all the interest this story is receiving, like I said before. All opinions are welcome as usual.

Harry Potter and his Guardian Angels

Part 4

"Whatever you do, don't turn around," Dean whispered into Sam's ear.

Sam stiffened slightly as he registered his brother's words and the urgency in his voice. "Why? What's going on, Dean?"

"Something ain't right with 'motel guy'," Dean said, hand inching to the gun tucked in the waistband of his pants.

Sam risked a glance backwards on pure instincts. Turning back instantly, Sam leaned closer to Dean and asked, "What are you thinking?"

The motel guy, dubbed by Dean, was sitting at back at the desk where they left him, one hand loosely on the phone. A smirk played his lips as he watched the brothers argue with each other. Dean stopped as motel guy took out a Snickers' bar. While he stared into Dean's eyes, he casually ripped open the candy and shoved it into his mouth.

Dean saw the challenge, the dare in motel guy's eyes as he continued to eat his candy. "Not motel guy," Dean muttered more to himself than anyone in particular in the room. He felt Sam's questioning gaze on him and Dean just cocked his head to the side. "Fucking trickster."

"What?"

"The son of a bitch didn't leave us, Sammy," Dean spat, feeling rage course through his body.

Motel guy got up after a moment and Dean tensed, holding his ground. What did the jackass want with them now? Weren't they playing the game? Wasn't that what Loki wanted in the first place?

"Well done, boys," Loki said, shifting out of motel guy. He moved around the desk and only stopped when he came within a few feet from them. Dean had to stomp down on the urge to take an instinctual step back. That would only show weakness right now. Loki inclined his head as he took in the three. When his eyes landed on Harry, they stayed there a little longer than was necessary. He shifted his gaze back to the brothers and mock applauded them.

"I see no one died this time," he noted dryly. "I guess that's a good thing. Not that fun in my book but beggars can't be choosers after all."

Sam flinched, reminded of the case that landed them in this predicament in the first place. "What do you want now?" Dean could tell just from his brother's voice that he was tired. It had a fucking long day and meeting Loki here had been on the very bottom of his list of what he expected to see. Not that bad guys ever seemed to have good timing. As far as Dean noticed they always picked the worst times to show up. Why did he expect the trickster to be any different?

Loki looked at Sam curiously and shrugged his shoulders. "Nothing, really. Just checking up on how you boys were doing." Cocking his head to the side, Loki looked thoughtful. He wasn't making any moves on them as far as Dean saw.

"We're fine, thanks for checking, Mom," Dean said with as much sarcasm as he could muster. 'Just go away or take us back' was on the tip of his tongue.

"You know this is my favorite part," Loki said, suddenly standing up straighter and crossing his arms, looking completely smug.

"What is?" Sam asked.

Dean turned around at the sound of flapping wings. Harry ran over and opened the door for the incoming owl.

"What the…fuck?" Dean had to duck down before he got face full of owl. "Learn to freaking fly, you damn bird."

"Someone's coming!" Harry shouted, looking back at them with wide eyes. It was a warning, clearly, but Dean wasn't sure what to do. Run? Best bet.

He'd forgotten all about Loki before the trickster cleared his throat causing everyone to look back at him. Fuck. Before Dean could do anything, Loki snapped his fingers. The door flew open and a large man came stomping inside. His eyes fell upon Harry instantly.

"There ya are, 'arry," the man said, relief awash on his face. He looked Harry up and down before pulling him into what had to be a very uncomfortable hug. Harry was lifted up from the ground. Damn was the guy as strong as he was big. "For a moment, we almost thought we'd lost ya. You weren't at the place you were supposed to be."

"W-what?" Harry managed to choke out. "You're choking me."

The man put him back down with an apology in his eyes. He smiled sheepishly down at the boy, as if just realizing the capability of his body. "Sorry 'bout that."

Harry hesitated, his eyes flicking to where the brothers stood, before he gave the man a shy smile and said, "It's okay. How'd you know my name? Who are you? And what do you mean I wasn't at the place where I was supposed to be? Where was I supposed to be?"

The man laughed at the amount of questions that Harry pelted him with. Dean shifted uncomfortably, remembering when Harry had met them. The kid was more suspicious and accusing then. "One question at a time, Harry," the man said and squinted down at him. "My name's Hagrid. Call me Hagrid."

"Hagrid," the kid said, testing the name aloud. It rolled off his tongue smoothly. "I like it."

"Glad to have your approval," Hagrid said solemnly. "Now as to how I know you, why, Harry, you're…famous. Did you know that?"

Harry shook his head, shocked at the information. "No," he whispered. Dean could see his hand inching to the back of his jeans where he'd tucked the letter in. "Does everyone know me?"

Hagrid looked at him thoughtfully and shook his head. He crouched down and looked Harry straight in the eyes as he said, "Only the ones that matter."

"Why...why am I famous? What did I do?" Harry asked.

Dean saw it coming a mile away. He had the sudden urge to yell out, 'Why Harry, you're a wizard'. It was probably one of the most memorable parts in the entire movie. He glanced briefly to Loki and saw him watching the scene with a somewhat creepily intense expression on his face.

Sam nudged him in the arm and shook his head as if knowing exactly what was running through Dean's mind. Dean glowered but said nothing.

"You survived, 'arry. You're the 'boy who lived'," Hagrid said. Dean shook his head in disappointment. That was cryptic even to Dean.

"Just tell him already," Dean muttered under his breath. Or I will. Dean wouldn't exactly call himself a Harry Potter fan boy, that sounded so lame and nerdy not even Sam called himself that. But he'd always wanted to say something along the lines of 'You're a wizard' just for sheer laughs.

"What does that even mean? What did I survive?" Harry demanded, annoyed by the vague answer as well. "And you still didn't tell me where I was supposed to be."

"Did you get the letter we sent you?" Hagrid asked changing the subject.

Harry, still looking up at the man in suspicion, nodded his head and took out the folded up envelope that had his name engraved in it. He handed it over to Hagrid. "I didn't get to read it yet," he admitted. "Uncle Vernon took it away from me before I could."

"Uncle Vernon was a fool," Hagrid spat as he unfolded it and read aloud the inside content.

Dean tuned most of it out because he'd already heard it before. This was why he never read the books, too much details he hadn't been all that interested in. Besides he had Sam for that. Sam always gave him the cliff notes on this stuff, whether his brother was interested or not. Half the time, though, Dean tuned Sam out as well.

"Hogwarts?" Harry echoed, trying to wrap his mind around a school that taught magic.

Must be hard for kid, Dean thought. First angels, now magic. Looking back at Loki, he wondered how Harry would fare with the truth. 'Sorry kid, but turns out your life's just this bestselling book by some British person that turned into a hit movie series watched by millions all over the world, yours truly included.' Yeah that probably wouldn't end well. Dean couldn't possibly see it ending well.

Then came that magic moment that Dean had been waiting for the entire time. "You're a wizard, Harry."

Dean almost whooped in joy. 'Yes!' with a fist pump. He wasn't a Harry Potter fan boy. He'd swear it to his grave. He felt himself smiling like an idiot, he really must've been because a moment later, Sam was sniggering when he looked over. Dean couldn't even muster a glare.

"Annnd, 'end scene one, act one'," Loki said, applauding loudly like it was all just a play. Dean stared at him like he was nuts. Loki rolled his eyes. "They can't see us or hear us right now, numskull."

"What? How? What did you do to us?"

"I made us invisible," Loki said smugly.

"How are you this powerful?" Sam asked suspiciously. "Demigods aren't supposed to have so much power. They can make illusions but I've never heard of a demigod being able to alter dimensions like this."

Loki shrugged, looking unperturbed by the line of questioning. "I'm Loki. What did you expect?"

Dean scowled. That wasn't an answer and the bastard knew it. "I know we made a deal back there, but I bet if we killed you, all this would go away and we'd be back at that auditorium."

"You could try," Loki said, walking around them casually. "But boys, you keep forgetting one thing."

"What's that?" Sam asked.

Dean got the feeling they weren't going to like what came next though.

Loki grinned smugly at them. "You're on my turf." Then he snapped his fingers, leaving them alone with Harry and the newcomer.

"Sam! Dean!" Harry yelled just as Hagrid snapped his head up and looked at them for the first time. Shit. They weren't invisible anymore. And Loki was gone.

Dean glanced over at Sam and they seemed to have drawn to the same conclusion. The voice of Daffy Duck came unbidden to his mind: "You got some splainin' to do."

"So let me get this straight, you two are some kind of Animagi, and the, uh, wings were the result of a transformation gone wrong." Hagrid scratched his bushy beard in thought as he took another look at the boys before him.

Dean watched as Sam nodded in agreement to most of what the giant was saying, repeating really, because it was his brother's story. He had laid a hand on Dean's shoulder and mouthed, 'Trust me' and Dean did just that because he was too stunned to do anything else. He hadn't thought part of the trickster's plan was to get them caught but he should've realized that. It was stupid of him to let his guard down even a little to something like Loki in the first place. He was still berating himself while Sam cooked up this, literally, last second story. Harry, thankfully, didn't cut in with anything contradicting, though he kept glancing back and forth between the brothers.

Dean knew the story wouldn't last. Sam knew it too, he could see it in his eyes. But it was something, it'd at least buy them some time. Dean wondered if they could turn invisible too. It'd make this whole thing a hell of a lot easier that was for sure.

"I've gotta say, this is the first I heard anything like this, boys," Hagrid finally said as he mulled over the situation.

"Yeah, we didn't think it was possible either but you know magic," Sam said with a nervous chuckle.

"Things can go wrong if you don't use it right," Hagrid agreed.

"I guess we Americans are just plain screw ups, huh?" Dean added.

Hagrid glanced back with a frown.

'Close one,' Dean mouthed to Sam later on.

Sam mouthed back, 'I know.'

He was sure the close call would be short lived but for the moment, Dean honestly didn't care. While Harry was reading over his letter, Dean realized a couple things. One was that almost certainly, Loki was watching them. Which didn't do them a lick of good without a wooden stake. But the fact mattered, Dean was sure it did. Second, Loki was expecting Sam and Dean to accompany Harry to school. And third if they didn't figure out how to make themselves invisible, they might be utterly screwed.

Loki should definitely be their top priority. After figuring a way to make themselves invisible to everyone first of course. Dean couldn't see how it could end well otherwise.

Sam reached the same conclusion that evening while the three waited for Hagrid. Apparently he wanted to take Harry out for his birthday. Dean refused to let Harry out of his sights though, thus they all had to wait.

"Loki could be anyone, Dean," Sam said.

Dean nodded, face grim. "I know. That's why we don't have a choice in the matter. We have to follow Harry to Hogwarts now. Look Loki's like an arsonist. He gets his jollies being at the scene of the crime."

"Nice comparison," Sam said.

Dean shrugged. "It fits, doesn't it?"