The First Years were ushered into the Great Hall, where all the other students had already taken their place, by a stern looking heavy set woman. "Welcome to Hogwarts. I am Professor Mosely. You will now be sorted into your Houses. While you are in Hogwarts, your House will be like your family. You will have classes with the rest of your house, you will sleep in your house dormitory, and spend your free time in your house common room. Your triumphs will earn you points, while any rule breaking, will cause you to lose points. At the end of the school year, the House with the most points will win the House Cup."

"The four Houses are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherine. Each House has it's own noble history and has produced outstanding witches and Wizards."

Professor Mosely then gestured to the empty stool in front of them, upon which was placed a very old and frayed hat.

To Castiel's surprise, the hat began to not just talk, but sing about the different Houses. At the end of the song, every one clapped politely and Professor Mosely began to call out names.

"Azazel, Jake." The boy walked to the stool with his head held high and upon putting the hat on, was declared a Slytherine. The students at the table in the far corner clapped loudly, welcoming him to the house. Then, one by one, the first years went up.

Sometimes, the sorting took a long time, such as in Meg Balten's case which took a full ten minutes before placing her in Slytherine. Other times, it was almost instantaneous as what happened with Garth Fitzgerald who was placed in Hufflepuff.

Before long, Castiel's name was called and he froze in fear. What if he wasn't placed in any of the houses? What if he sat there for hours and hours until Professor Mosely took the hat off and sent him back home?

Suddenly, he felt a hard jab at his back as Sam pushes him towards the stool. With shaking legs, he sat down and wore the large hat on his head.

"Another Novak, eh?" The hat spoke in his head. "Where do I put you? Well such courage could place you in Gryffindor. I see alot of talent, and intelligence too. Ravenclaw would be good for you. But you're so very loyal and you've got the ambition to succeed. Where do I put you indeed? Well, better be..."

Castiel closed his eyes tightly and waited with bated breath.

"Gryffindor!"

To his left, the Gryffindors applauded loudly and among the catcalls, he could hear Gabriel and Loki shouting, "Make way for another Novak!" Balthazar gave him a thumbs up from the Hufflepuff table and Uriel gave him a proud wave. Even Lucifer gave him a small smile from where he was sitting at the Slytherine table. Jumping off his stool, Castiel ran to the Gryffindor table and took a seat, watching the rest of the sorting.

When it was time for the Winchesters, the hall instantly became quiet. There were a few pointed whispers here and there, but everyone stared intently at Dean who was being sorted.

"Gryffindor!"

Castiel's whole table stood up shouting in celebration and even Castiel was happy to have him in the same House. Loki yelled at the top of his lungs, "We got a Winchester!" earning him a stern look from Professor Mosely. With a shy smile, Dean took a seat beside Castiel, waving at the Novak twins.

Next, it was Sam's turn and Dean stiffened. He was sorted into Slytherine which caused Castiel to be disappointed because he rather liked the boy and would have preferred him to be in the same House. Beside him, Dean clapped the loudest.

After the sorting was over, and the Headmaster, Professor Dumbledor gave his speech, the tables immediately filled themselves with foods of every kind. Castiel and Dean began stuffing themselves with everything they could get, marveling at how the plates kept refilling themselves. Castiel could spot Gabriel filling his pockets with muffins and cupcakes, no doubt for a midnight snack later on. Loki, suffering from a food coma, had taken to lying down on the bench and licking ice cream from his spoon lazily. Across them, Uriel was greeting the Gryffindor ghost, Samuel Colt, a good evening.

For a while, all Dean could do was stare at the ghost, until Castiel asked him, "What's wrong? Never seen a ghost before?" Dean shook his head which amused Castiel greatly. The muggle world seemed so dull and interesting at the same time.

The feast ended, and First Years were taken to the Gryffindor common room. The girls and boys split towards their dormitories and Castiel was pleasantly surprised to find him sharing a room with Dean, as well as Samandriel, Benny and Joshua. Everyone was really tired and after muttering quick good nights, they all went to bed, as lessons started first thing tomorrow.

In all his excitement in going to Hogwarts, Castiel had forgotten that he actually had to study there. It was the first week of school and lessons were already on full drive.

First, he had transfiguration with the Ravenclaws, taught by Professor Mosely. They were learning to turn matchsticks into needles while in reality Castiel was just staring hard at his matchstick and fervently muttering the spell. Beside him, Dean wasn't having any better luck, although he did manage to wave his wand so hard that his matchstick was set on fire.

At the end of the lesson, the only person who managed to work the spell was a short, Asian boy from Ravenclaw, called Kevin Tran. Professor Mosely was impressed and had awarded him with five points.

"You know, seeing as I still did some magic, I should get a point too," mumbled Dean.

They also had Herbology three times a week with the Hufflepuffs, taught by Professor Sprout, and Care Of Magical Creatures was taught by Professor Mills, a stern motherly woman who made the lessons quite interesting with bits of trivia every now and then.

Probably the most boring lesson had to be History of Magic which was taught by an even more boring Professor Binns, whose voice was so monotonous, Dean was often drifting off to sleep.

Everyone was excited about Defense Against The Dark Arts, but Professor Quirell turned out to be quite a joke. He never conducted any practical lessons, and was always so jumpy when anyone asked him a question.

However, the worst lesson so far in Castiel's opinion, was Potions. At first, when he had heard that they were going to have class with the Slytherines, he was excited because Sam was going to be there. They hadn't been able to talk much, what with all their lessons and the only time that met was during breakfast. So on Friday morning, Dean and Castiel had gone to class extra early, hoping to catch up with Sam. They weren't the only ones early, and apart from Sam, there were three more Slytherines waiting outside. One was a dark haired short girl, Castiel recognized as Meg Balton who was standing behind a sandy-haired boy with strange yellow eyes and a rather thin lanky boy. The three of them approached Sam, Dean and Castiel and upon seeing Castiel, they threw him dirty looks.

"It's such a pleasure to meet you Dean Winchester," yellow eyes spoke in a high pitched, oily voice. "Sam already knows me. I'm Azazel, Jake Azazel and these are Meg and Brady." Beside him, the other two Slytherines nodded, although Meg seemed to stare at Castiel a little while longer.

"I realized you don't have much experience with the wizarding world, but you should know, it's important to associate with other wizards, from the superior families. You'll soon learn that some wizards are far better than others." At this, Azazel gave a very pointed sneer towards Castiel.

Sam bristled and took a menacing step forward, but Dean kept calm and narrowed his eyes at the other three. "Thanks for the advice, but I can pick out the jerks easily by myself."

Azazel and his croonies looked very much offended and with a glare, they walked angrily away.
Sam shook his head. "Can you believe those guys? Just three days ago, they tried to corner me in the common room but your brother, Lucifer managed to scare them away. He was pretty awesome, I mean all he did was give them a murderous glare and they were practically running!" Sam grinned.

Dean patted Castiel's arm and told him reassuringly, "Don't worry about what those morons said."

The day progressively got worse because their Professor was the meanest most horrible person, who could hardly pass of as human. Professor Crowley gave them an extremely difficult potion to brew just on their first day, and spent the entire morning lurking and blending into the shadows in his black robes. Just as a someone made a mistake, he would swoop in like a hawk and terrorize them. He did seem to favor the Slytherines more, especially Azazel.

"Winchester," Crowley whispered softly, advancing towards Dean. "Tell me, do you have any brains? The directions specifically said stir clockwise, not anti-clockwise. Five points to be taken away from Gryffindor."

Once Professor Crowley turned his back, Dean practically jumped out of his seat, fists shaking in anger.

"Dean!" Castiel hissed in warning.

"Let me have at him," Dean growled. "I may not know how to do magic yet, but all I've got to do is shove my wand up his-"

"Another five points from Gryffindor," Professor Crowley declared, without missing a beat.