Hi guys, so I'm back! ive been on a really long break now, partly because i ran out of inspiration, and partly i was really busy too, but here's another chapter! I'm working on 'The Pact' as well and a new chapter for that should be coming real soon too. (If you've not read that, go ahead and give it a chance!) If there is any mistakes, do inform me so i can correct them immediately! As usual, i really hope you ENJOY this and, don't forget to leave a REVIEW!

After dinner, when Castiel and Dean went back to the common room, they could see all the First years chattering excitedly among themselves. "What's going on?" Dean asked another blond haired first year, Jo.

"Flying lessons," she replied excitedly. Castiel's spirits lifted. Flying was a favorite hobby of his. Although, according to wizarding laws, children below the age of ten weren't allowed to ride brooms unsupervised, Castiel had been sneaking off to his backyard, flying Michael'a broom ever since he was eight. Balthazar had caught him once, but instead of telling Michael, he had raced him across the yard.

Dean, on the other hand, looked very nervous. "I don't do well with heights," he explained.

Castiel tried to assure him that flying was fun, and Quidditch was even more fun, but as the lesson drew nearer, Dean got more scared.

As it turned out, Dean was quite good at flying, but Castiel was understandably better. He easily took off the ground in his first attempt, and swooped higher and higher, until he could hardly see the other students anymore. Then learning the trick from Balthazar, he dived sharply downwards and uprighted himself just in time to land smoothly. Dean gasped in awe, but a few feet away, Azazel sneered at him. It was by far, the best lesson Castiel had ever had, and it improved his mood throughout the week.

A few weeks into the school term, Castiel's pile of homework had gotten alarmingly high. It wasn't as though he was procrastinating, it was just that recently, he had spent most of his time flying the school's broomsticks in the evening and Dean was always distracting him with a game of exploding snap. Things had gotten way out of hand when he realized he had a five foot long potions essay due the next day, and he hadn't even started. After lunch, he dragged a grumbling Dean along to the library, because he was just as behind on his homework as Castiel.

At the library, they spotted Sam behind a stack of books, his nose buried in the Daily Prophet.

"Hey Dean, Castiel." Sam greeted them as they sat at the same table. "What are you doing?"

"Crowley's essay," Castiel replied.

"You haven't done it yet?" if the truth wasn't so worrying, Castiel would've laughed at the way Sam looked so scandalized.

"We're not all nerds like you," Dean rolled his eyes. "I bet you've done yours on the day it was assigned."

"Of course!"

"Reaaaally now..."

"No, Dean. You're not copying from me."

"Oh come one!" Dean begged, but Sam simply pursed his lips and went back to reading the newspapers. However, the headlines on the front page caught Castiel's eye and caused him to point at it. 'Gringotts Break In'

"That's weird," he exclaimed. I don't think there's ever been a break in at Gringotts before. It's supposed to be one of the safest place!"

"I know," Sam shrugged. "It says here that nothing was stolen though, which is all the more strange. Why would anyone want to break into a bank, only to steal nothing?"

Dean frowned at the information, looking just as puzzled as everyone else.

"Wait," Castiel points to a paragraph on the bottom right. "The vault that was broken into had already been emptied before."

"Wow, that's a pretty close call. Maybe the owner was suspicious." Sam said.

"Wonder what the thieves were after, must be something valuable." wondered Dean.

"I could ask my brother. Michael works at Gringotts."

Dean stared at Castiel in curiosity. "Exactly how many brothers do you have?"

"Six."

"Woah, that must be rough. I have Sam and its killing me."

Sam glared at Dean before going back to his reading. "Have fun doing your essay on your own."

"Awww, come on Sammy!"

Lessons, after overcoming the initial 'let's start at the basics' phase, had started to become interesting. Potions was still as awful as ever, but Castiel had started to get the hang of it, so much so that Crowley had stopped calling on his mistakes, but Sam as usual was still top in class. Professor Mosely also had gotten then to work with bigger and more complex objects for transfiguration. The best so far, however, was Charms. They were finally working levitating injects, which was what everyone has been dying to do ever since they saw Professor Ellen demonstrate it on the first day of class.

"Once again, the wand movements are, swish and flick. Remember, enunciation is key," she reminded everyone sternly. The students were put in groups of four to practice the spell together. Castiel had immediately gravitated towards Dean, and joining him was a pretty Gryffindor named Jo. She was Professor Ellen's daughter, and the resemblance in her appearance was striking. Both shared the same blonde hair and blue eyes and even the way they spoke an behave was uncanny.

The three Gryffindors scanned the rest of the classroom for a fourth group member. "Get Tran!" Dean hissed, as he was the smartest in class. After that, they got to practicing. Kevin, of course had already mastered the spell and instead of levitating feathers, he was making other heavier objects fly.

Everyone else, on the other hand, were too busy groaning in frustration. Soon Jo and Dean gave up, in favour of bickering about their favorite muggle sport team. Jo's father was muggle-born and she and Dean seemed to have a few common interests in that aspect, such as something called 'basketbaseball' or something. Castiel easily lost interest in their conversation and looked back glumly at the stationary feather on his desk.

"Concentrate, Novak!" Professor Ellen advised sternly.

Castiel tried, he really. He was staring the stupid feather for so long he felt as though his head might just explode. There was a time he thought his it might just be moving ever so slightly but the loud sniggering behind gave Dean away, who was blowing at his table to start a light breeze.

Finally, lessons were over and everyone was putting their things away when Professor Ellen waved her wand to get their attention.

"I have a very important announcement to make. This will not be the first time you will be hearing this; Professor Dumbledore has asked me to warn you that the third floor corridor is strictly out of bounds due to dangerous circumstances. Anyone caught lingering anywhere nearby will be severely dealt with. And Novak, I do hope that you haven't inherited your brothers' inability to follow rules."

Castiel flushed red and shook his head. Meanwhile, murmurs broke out through the entire room. Professor Ellen didn't offer any other explanation about the sudden new rule and he could hear people around speculating all the different reasons.

"Do you think thats where the answers to our tests are kept?" Kevin muttered.

"Harvelle, did your mum at least tell you? " asked Dean. Jo shook her head, "Mum didn't say anything to me at all. I've got no clue what this is about."

The rest of the day passed, and with every lesson they had, it ended with the same warnings from all their Professors. "Unless you lot have a death wish, I better not find any of you there," Profesor Crowley had concluded his lesson, just before giving them a mountain load of homework to do with an evil grin.

By the end of the day, all sorts of explanations were made about the forbidden third floor with the most ridiculous one being that that was where Professor Dumbledore kept his pet dragon. Castiel scoffed at that. "That's not possible, Hogwarts doesn't have a dragon," he said, as he sat at dinner in the hall with Jo and Dean.

"But we do have a troll," Jo shrugged as she helped herself to some potatoes.

"Wait, those things are real?" Dean stared open-mouthed at them, bits of chewed up meat on display. Castiel nodded while Jo was too busy stuffing her face full of food. Sometimes he really questioned his choice of friends to eat with. Sam joined them in a moment and conversation steered away to other topics. Soon dinner was over and the four of them left the hall, on the way to the library as suggested by Sam to do their work. Even Dean couldn't deny the pile of undone homework he had left and with Sam around, they could probably have more done than if they were to go back to their common room, when Dean would no doubt put it off to later. Still, that didn't stop him from complaining out loud as they walked up the stairs and started a bickering match between the two brothers.

"Look, no one's forcing you to join us," Sam snapped in exasperation.

"Yeah, but you guys will just miss me."

Jo snorted, "Don't hold your breath."

Suddenly, Sam stopped and pointed somewhere to his right. "Hey aren't those your brothers?"

All four of them looked up to see both Gabriel and Loki staring back at them. Gabriel waved at them from the stairs across them while grinning mischievously. ""What are they doing?" hissed Sam indignantly. "That's the third floor! We should stop them."

Castiel's heart sank at those words; confronting his two older brother was the last thing he wanted to do, but Sam was already walking away and with no other choice, the three of them followed behind. Gabriel and Loki weren't waiting for them though and despite Sam shouting at them to stop, they proceeded to walk down the corridor leading leading the third floor.

By the time Sam, Jo, Dean and Castiel caught up them, the twin brothers were fumbling with a locked door in front of them. "What are you doing?" Sam panted, while still looking at them sternly. Castiel just shrunk behind Jo and Dean discretely.

"Trying to unlock this door," grunted Loki.

"You're not even supposed to be here."

Gabriel simply waved his hand in a nonchalant way and smirked, "We're usually not supposed to be in a lot of places, but that never stopped us. And anyway-"

"You four are technically on the third floor too." Loki waggled his eyebrows. Sam flustered angrily while Jo nodded, "He does have a point, you know."

"We're trying to stop them!"

Loki rolled his eyes. "Just help us get through this and we won't tell a soul."

"C'mon Sammy, it might be fun," Dean agreed eagerly. In the end. there were too many people against Sam and he eventually gave in. Glaring at them, he simply waved his wand and muttered a spell, and with an audible click, the door swung open. Dean cheered, and was quickly shushed by Castiel. They didn't want to get caught, merlin knows how much trouble they would get into.

The room they entered was dark, and there was a musky stench that came from it. "I can't see a thing!" Jo hissed, accidentally stepping on Dean's foot as he howled in pain. "Lumos," Gabriel muttered and the end of his wand glowed brightly, bathing the entire room in a soft light. What they saw, stopped everyone in their track. Castiel held his breath, too scared to move even an inch.

"Just don't make a sound," Jo whispered.

"What the hell is that?" Dean asked quietly, gripping his shoulders so tight they might leave bruises.