Name: Dreams and Promises Go Hand In Hand
Summary: Destiel Harry Potter AU. Dean is enamored with Cas but he doesn't really know how to express or even understand his feelings. He has dreams about the hufflepuff every night and with each dream he makes a promise.
Disclaimer: I don't own harry potter OR supernatural.
Note 1: Gabriel: 13 years old- fourth year, slytherin
Dean: 12 years old- third year, gryffindor
Cas: 12 years old- third year, hufflepuff
Sam: 8 years old- future ravenclaw
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Breakfast on the first day always went a little slow with students tricking in the doors bleary eyed and scruffy. Dean strutted in the doors with an oddly determined look on his face for it to be so early in the morning. He scanned the room and upon finding Castiel absent he sat down and started in on his breakfast. By the time he was done Castiel still hadn't shown so he got up and went over to the hufflepuff table. There were a group of girls staring at him wide eyed and giggling. Dean walked straight up to them.
"Hello ladies." Dean said flashing his lady-killer smile. The four of them turned red and giggled uncontrollably.
"I was looking for the new kid, Castiel. Can you help me?" He asked.
"He was the first one up this morning." One of them piped up. She was a pretty girl with long frizzy red hair and green eyes.
"He skipped breakfast." Another one said. She had glasses and short brown hair and blue eyes.
"He went to Hagrid's." a third one said. She had boy cut black hair and black almond shaped eyes.
"Thanks ladies." Dean said with a wink before he turned to leave. He grabbed a bagel in a napkin on his way. As he began walking away he felt someone watching him. He glanced over his shoulder to find golden eyes staring at him intently from the slytherin table. Dean brushed it off and picked up his pace to Hagrid's hut. By the time he got there breakfast was half over and he was getting nervous.
"Thank you very much Mr. Hagrid sir." Came a voice as the door to the hut opened. Castiel stepped out looking at the ground and clutching a blue book that said magical creatures in gold letters on the spine. He looked up and his eyes fell on Dean. He stared at him with a frightened expression.
"Hi! I'm Dean." Dean said. He went to offer his hand for shaking but there was a bagel in it. Dean's face turned red at his mistake. He should not have come. "I heard you skipped breakfast so I brought you a bagel. It's not much but as they say, breakfast is the most important meal of the day." Dean said in a hurry.
"Thank you." Castiel said carefully before taking the bagel and staring at it as if it would bite him.
"I should be getting to class." Castiel said not moving.
"Oh yah sorry." Dean said stepping off the gravel path to get out of his way. Castiel hurried by. Dean hit himself in the face with the palm of his hand muttering stupid.
"Um, Dean?" Castiel's voice came wavering over the self demeaning mutters. Dean's face shot up to look at Castiel wide eyed.
"Could you help me? I don't exactly know where I'm going." Castiel asked looking as scared as Dean felt.
"Oh yah sure!" Dean said in a hurry. "What do you have first?"
Castiel thought for a moment. "Potions."
"Oh." Dean said with sympathy in his voice. "That's in the dungeons." Dean said before they began walking back to the castle.
"And that's bad?" Castiel asked noting the tone of voice.
"No, well kinda but not for you." Dean said trying to find the words to explain. "The dungeons are where the slytherins hang out but you'll be fine because your brother's one of them. The bad part about potions is the professor. Snape's a total Bogart." Dean said.
"Is he mean?" Castiel asked, his voice quavering.
"You should be fine." Dean said trying to sound reassuring while internally kicking himself for scaring the poor kid. They walked the rest of the way in silence. As they approached the door Castiel looked terrified.
"It's not that bad." Dean said eyeing the look on the boy's face. He looked up at Dean's kind green eyes, schooled his expression and tried to stop the quavering in his knees.
"Thank you for showing me where to go." Castiel said.
"No problem. You'll be able to find your other classes?" Dean asked.
"I'm sure it can't be too bad." Castiel said with a weak smile before he turned around and entered potions. Dean turned on his heels and ran to his first class.
Dean sat down in the great hall for dinner. The tables were generally separated by house but it was not mandatory. Most friends were made in house boundaries and therefore sat together.
Dean scarfed down his food eagerly when the kid from the other day ran up to him. He had been the one that told Dean about Castiel originally.
"Dean!" He said crouching down behind him. Dean turned around.
"What?"
"That kid you were asking about, he's outside crying."
"Why?" Dean asked with a mixture of emotions. He was sad that those blue eyes would be sad. He was angry, murderous even, that someone had made Cas cry, protective, territorial, worried, etc.
"Apparently some gryffindor was making fun of him." He said. Dean got up and ran out of the great hall. By the time he got there the scene had grown. There were three gryffindors standing around laughing at Castiel who was crying.
"What the bloody hell is going on?" Dean demanded harshly. Castiel looked up, tears streaming down his face.
"He's a third year and he can't fly on a broom." One of them said and the three howled into laughter again.
"Get the fuck out of here before I use the cruciatus curse on all three of you!" Dean yelled. They looked at him and scurried off.
"You okay?" Dean asked turning to Castiel. He wiped his eyes on the sleeve of his robe.
"I'll live." Castiel mumbled.
"You can't fly?" Dean asked trying to sound gentle.
"No. I can't. And I know it makes me a stupid little freak! I'm such a looser." Castiel said harshly.
"Don't you ever, Ever say that about yourself. Do you understand me?" Dean commanded angrily putting a hand on either shoulder to turn the crying boy to him. Castiel looked up at him pitifully and nodded. "Do you want to learn to fly?" Dean asked. Castiel nodded again. "Well let's go inside and you can wash your face off. Have you had dinner yet?" Dean asked. Castiel shook his head no. "Well you can wash your face off, and then we'll get some food in you. Training starts tomorrow." Dean said in a cheery voice. They walked back into the castle and went to the bathroom. Dean watched over him until he was done washing his face off and they went to the dining hall. The three boys stared at the two and Dean gave them a death glare.
"Do you have any friends you want to sit with? Your brother maybe?" Dean asked trying not to cringe at the thought of sitting with Castiel at the slytherin table.
"No." Castiel said simply.
"Well then you're going to sit with me." Dean said tugging on the boy's sleeve to get him to follow. They sat down in a relatively empty area and Castiel picked at his food.
"Aren't you hungry?" Dean asked eyeing the untouched food. It was salad with Italian dressing.
"I'm not really a fan of salad." Castiel said looking up at Dean apologetically.
"Well I guess we'll just have to get you something more to your taste." Dean said grinning. Castiel eyed him warily. Dean got up and motioned for the other boy to follow him. They walked for a while before they reached a big painting of a bat eating a melon. Dean produced a grape tomato from his pocket that he must have taken from his plate when Castiel wasn't looking. Dean held it up to the painting and the bat took it and munched on it for a moment before the painting swung off the wall like a door opening. There was a delicious sent coming from the room inside and it made Castiel's mouth water. Stepping inside the two boys beheld a team of house elves working diligently on food preparations.
"Hey!" Dean said grinning at them. They looked up at him and smiled nodding to him before a few scurried off to make a pie.
"Cherry sir?" One of them asked in a tinny voice.
"That sounds perfect." Dean responded before turning to see Castiel looking at them all wide eyed. "They'll make you anything you want." Dean said.
"You look starved. Would you like something to eat young master?" A house elf asked looking up at Castiel with kind hearted wide eyes.
"Could I have a hamburger please sir? If it isn't too much trouble of course. I wouldn't want to be a nuisance." Castiel asked crouching down to be closer to their level so as not to be impolite.
"Of course!" The house elf said with an astonished look on his face. "He treats us like equals. I like this one." The house elf said to Dean before scurrying off to work.
"They make the food for the entire castle." Dean said smiling at them.
"I had wondered where it all came from." Castiel said watching them work curiously.
"So Cas, have you made new friends yet?" Dean asked trying not to sound too protective.
"Just one." Castiel said turning to look at Dean with his clear blue eyes twinkling.
"Care to share?" Dean asked.
"You Dean." Castiel said standing up. Dean was aware how close they were to each other. Castiel watched Dean carefully as Dean's face turned crimson. "You're blushing." Castiel commented. Dean stepped back and licked his lips nervously suddenly finding the floor incredibly fascinating.
"Your food young masters." Said some house elves offering up plates and forks and knives and napkins. They took them and thanked the crew before leaving. They walked through the halls at an east pace while eating.
"Cassie! There you are!" Said a voice from behind the two. They turned around to find the boy from before with the golden eyes from slytherin.
"Gabriel." Castiel said in acknowledgment.
"Dad sent us presents!" Gabriel said gleefully.
"What are they?" Castiel said with a completely apathetic voice. Dean felt awkward being present for this family conversation.
"I got a bag of candy and a purebred owl! He's so pretty! He's all black and so soft!" Gabriel said happily.
"What did I get?" Castiel asked.
"Oh I almost forgot!" Gabriel said reaching into his pocket. He produced a little figurine. It was a unicorn about the size of a thumb. It shook its mane and looked up at Castiel's soft face. Dean watched Castiel's expression soften slightly as he picked it up delicately in his hand. He watched it as it trotted around the palm of his hand happily. "You got an owl too. It's up in the owlery.
"Thank you Gabriel." Castiel said looking up at his brother.
"Anything for my baby brother!" Gabriel said scuffing Castiel's hair lovingly before hurrying off.
"Would you like to accompany me to the owlery?" Castiel asked turning to Dean.
"No thanks. I'll take our plates back to the kitchen." Dean said taking Castiel's plate from his hand.
"Thank you Dean." Castiel said before hurrying off down the corridor.
"No problem." Dean mumbled.
Dean dreamt of Castiel crying. Dean would never let that happen again.