Queenie: Hello, my dear readers, I know I've mostly been focused on my PJO crossovers, but I recently watched Fantastic Beasts, which prompted me to work on my Harry Potter crossovers. And I completely redid some of my previous ideas for a Harry Potter/Supernatural crossover. I got rid of my OC Solis Lovegood to replace with Artemis Scamander the granddaughter of Newt Scamander. There will be many magical creatures involved in this story. Some from the movie Fantastic Beasts, and others from the Harry Potter books/movies. This is a Castiel/OC story, but it's going to be a slow build, so please have patience with me.
Also, since I loved Fantastic Beasts so much, I'm planning to write a short story for it. It'll be my first non-crossover story if I don't get my PJO prequel story (as in pre-crossovers) out first. It will focus on Phoenix Black a great-aunt of Lyra Black's (OC from my Harry Potter/TVD crossover), and Newt Scamander during his journey in New York. So Tina isn't going to be Artemis's grandmother. Phoenix will, so Lyra and Artemis will be cousins.
Now, I suppose I've stalled long enough. Let's start the story, shall we?
When Dean Winchester woke up in a pine box in the ground, and dug himself out of the whole he had been placed, he hadn't been expecting there to be someone there as if waiting for him. As Dean was looking up at the figure, his eyes widened slightly when seeing the figure was a young woman who looked no more than twenty years old. If she was any older than that, he'd say she could only be about Sam's age.
She had sandy colored hair with ginger tints that fell to her shoulders in untamed waves. Her eyes were this hazel color and framed by long dark lashes. She was pale in complexion with a few freckles dotting her nose. She was about medium in height with a thin figure. She was actually really pretty, but she was dressed rather odd. Especially for being out in such heat.
She had on what looked like a white blouse underneath a thick red coat that went down to her knees. She then had on black, tightfitting pants that almost looked like tights that went up to about mid-torso. Her white blouse was tucked into those pants, and those pants were tucked into a pair of brown boots. Tied around her neck was red bowtie, and on top her head a red sunhat. She had to be burning up in that, right?
For a long moment the two just stared at each other as Dean tried to catch his breath after having to literally dig himself out of the grave. What was he doing here? Who was she? And what was she doing here? Was she even human?
"Well, when I was following the ringing, I wasn't expecting someone to pop out of the ground." The girl spoke in a clear British accent. "Are you perhaps part gnome?"
Dean gave the girl a strange look while wondering who she was, and why the hell she was here. He tried to speak, but his throat was so dry he couldn't get the words out. The girl's expression seemed to soften as she knelt down in front of Dean.
"I suppose now isn't the time for asking questions." She said then reached into one of her coat pockets.
She pulled out a bottle of water while taking off the lid. If Dean was thinking straight, he'd probably question how a bottle like that had even fit into her pocket that had seemed empty to him when he laid eyes on it. She held the bottle out to Dean, and even though he knew he should be more cautious around a stranger, he took the bottle quickly while downing the water. After he drank over half the bottle, he dropped the bottle from his lips.
"Who are you?" Dean asked. "Where am I?"
"My name is Artemis Scamander." The girl replied. "And as for where you are, gnome, you're in Illinois."
Well, that was a start. At least Dean knew he was still in America and in a state that was only a few other states away from Bobby's place. Dean then went to stand with Artemis doing the same. She steadied him when he slightly teetered to the side. He surprisingly didn't stiffen or move away like he might have done around any other stranger.
"Careful." Artemis cautioned. "You did just come out of the ground, little gnome."
Dean lightly frowned not getting this girl at all. And who was she calling little? She was much smaller than him.
"What's with you and gnomes?" Dean asked. "The name is Dean. Dean Winchester."
The girl smiled at Dean in a friendly manner as she kept her hand on his shoulder to keep him steady.
"I quite like little gnome better, but I suppose I can call you by your given name." She joked. "Now, how did you end up buried alive in the middle of a forest that looks as if there was some kind of explosion that went off?"
Dean was about to ask what she meant by an explosion when he finally took note of their surroundings. His eyes widened partially when seeing it really did look as if some kind of bomb went off here.
"I…I don't know." Dean said swallowing thickly. "I just woke up in a pine box in the ground, and dug myself out to find you."
Artemis nodded her head while accepting his words easily. Honestly, Dean was expecting her to be more freaked out. She did witness himself claw himself free from the dirt in the middle of some trees that looked as something big managed to uproot them. Normal people would be bothered, but this girl didn't seem fazed. He then thought back to what she had said first when he laid eyes on her.
"You mentioned, um, ringing." Dean said. "What did you mean by that?"
"I was passing through the area when I suddenly picked up the sound of ringing." Artemis said honestly. "I can't explain it, but I decided to follow the noise."
Dean looked at this girl as if she had a screw loose. Following a strange sound into the middle of forest wasn't something someone sane would do. It was just his luck to be buried alive only to get out to find a crazy person. Dean then shook his head knowing he needed to get ahold of Sam as soon as possible. Or Bobby. Whoever picked up first.
"Do you have a phone?" Dean asked. "I need to make some calls."
"No." Artemis said. "I don't know how to work one, so I saw no need for such a muggle device."
Dean frowned wondering what the heck "muggle" meant. Was it a term used in England? He then sighed because if she didn't have a phone then he'd have to go find one.
"Do you at least know if there is a town nearby?" Dean asked.
"There isn't a town, but there's a gas station a few miles that way." Artemis said turning to point behind her.
"Perfect." Dean said then started walking.
It was silent behind him for a moment before he heard footsteps behind him. He turned his head seeing Artemis, who was now carrying a worn tanned suitcase, was following behind him silently. She smiled when she caught his eye.
"You going to follow me?" He asked.
"I would feel bad if I left a person, who just had to dig themselves out of the ground, on their own." Artemis said. "You could suddenly fall over or something, and no one be there to help you."
Dean stared at her a moment before he shook his head to keep walking. Artemis continued behind him with neither saying a word. After about fifteen to twenty minutes worth of walking, the two reached a road. A very hot road with the pavement soaking up the sun to make things even hotter. At some point Dean had taken off his outer shirt to wrap around his waist since he was feeling so hot. He glanced to Artemis who was now walking alongside him instead of behind.
"You doing okay there?" Dean asked. "It is kind of hot."
And she was wearing a thick coat on. He's surprised she hasn't keeled over from the heat.
"Hmm, it is, isn't it?" Artemis hummed. "I'm doing alright. I've been to many places, Mr. Winchester, and this isn't one of the hottest places on that list."
Dean just nodded his head as he and his new, odd companion continued down the road. About an hour passed with the two still walking down the road. To take his mind of the heat that seemed to just keep getting worse, Dean decided to make conversation.
"You said you were roaming around." Dean said. "Why? You, uh, looking for something?"
"Yes," Artemis said as she kept her eyes forward. "I suppose you can say that. You see, my grandfather once came to America to explore and find rare and endangered creatures to protect and monitor. I have always admired my grandfather for his work, and I have decided to make the same journey as him. See things I've never seen. Creatures I have yet to meet in person. Though I suppose I can you can say I'm just continuing the family business since working with the rare and endangered has been something my family has been doing for quite a few generations."
Dean actually thought of his dad as she spoke. He knows all too well how "family businesses" can be, and how children can easily get caught up in the work of their parents.
"So this is your first time to America?" Dean asked.
"Yes." Artemis said nodding. "It's quite a fascinating place. I've already seen so many interesting things."
Dean nodded his head when noticing something seemed to be appearing in the distance. As they got a bit closer, Dean finally spotted that gas station that Artemis had mentioned.
"Finally." Dean said.
He walked over to the gas station while taking his shirt off his waist to wrap it around his hand. He shattered the glass with his fist to make a large enough hole to reach through to unlock the door. He had it swing open then glanced back at Artemis. Despite just witnessing him breaking into a gas station, she just blinked at him.
"There had to be another way to do that without damaging the door." She said though sounded more indifferent than anything else.
"Well, sister, I didn't have anything to pick the lock with." Dean said as he entered the gas station. "And honestly, I don't have the patience for it either."
Artemis lightly shrugged her shoulders before following Dean into the gas station. He glanced back at her as she looked around curiously, and he almost chuckled. This girl was certainly interesting that was for sure. Most people probably wouldn't stick around someone who dug themselves out of the ground then walked miles just to break into a gas station. Dean then went looking for water because that one bottle Artemis gave him felt like it was years ago since he drank it. He went over to the cooler to slid open the door to grab two bottles.
"Here." He said tossing one at Artemis.
Her eyes widened not expecting the throw, but she did manage to catch it in the crook of her arm after fumbling with it for a bit. That was close. She almost dropped her case trying to catch it. She then looked to Dean who chugged all the water down in his bottle. She took her bottle into her hand while looking at it. Well, she supposes it's alright to drink it. She'd leave some money behind to make up for it. She gently set her case now then opened the water bottle to take a few sips.
"Hey, Artemis, can I ask you something?" Dean asked after he finished drinking his water.
Artemis nodded towards him while capping her water then placing it in her picket were it seemingly disappeared. Dean didn't seem to notice as he leaned against the cooler.
"What month is it?" He asked. "What year?"
Instead of looking confused as to why he would ask such a question, Artemis just opened her mouth to reply.
"It's September, 2008." She replied.
Dean frowned since that was four months later from when he was attacked by that hellhound and went to Hell. He then looked to Artemis as she stepped up to him to place a hand on his arm.
"There's a sink over there." She said pointing. "Let's get you freshened up, hmm?"
Before Dean could comment, she gently led him over to where the sink was. She turned the sink on cool then grabbed a cloth that was on the side. She dampened it then brought it up to Dean's face. He flinched slightly when the cool rag touched his face, but he didn't complete pull away as he let Artemis clean off his face a bit. Besides the cool rag felt nice against his skin.
"You've obviously had it rough, Mr. Winchester." Artemis commented as she continued cleaning off his face.
Dean snorted because that statement didn't begin to describe how life was going for him. Dean then winced when feeling a pain on his shoulder. His wince brought an immediate halt to Artemis's actions.
"I'm sorry." She said. "Did I hurt you?"
"No," He said. "My shoulder. It's burning."
Artemis set down the cloth then moved to gently move up his sleeve on the shoulder he had tensed up. She got the sleeve completely rolled up, and both of their eyes widened when seeing the burnt handprint on Dean's shoulder.
"What the hell?" Dean asked as he looked at it.
"A human handprint." Artemis said to herself. "Yet this couldn't have been done by a human. A creature perhaps?"
Dean looked at her sharply as she continued to look at the mark. What did she know about creatures? Was she some kind of hunter? Before Dean could question her, his stomach growled loudly, which snapped Artemis out of her thoughts.
"Oh, you must be hungry." She said smiling in slight amusement. "I have something I believe you will enjoy."
She went over to her suitcase while picking it up off the ground. She went over to the counter to set it down. She glanced at Dean as if making sure he wasn't watching to closely before she seemed to press some kind of button on her suitcase. He heard a click of some sort before she popped the latches open. He walked around to look inside, and saw a very neatly packed suitcase. Everything was exactly in order and completely level.
He's never seen such neatness before. Not even from Sam. He then watched as Artemis opened a zipper on the top lining of the case. She reached inside while pulling out a bag that shouldn't have fit inside that small pocket. Dean frowned wondering if this girl could get a weirder. She obviously just wasn't some normal girl. There was something up about her.
"Here." She said holding it out to Dean. "You need them more than I do, Mr. Winchester."
Dean hesitated for a moment before reaching out to take the bag that smelled of something sweet.
"Uh, thanks." He said. "And, um, you can just call me Dean."
"Very well then. Dean it is." Artemis said. "And you are very welcome, Dean. Is there anything else I can give you before you depart?"
Dean shook his head because this kind yet odd young woman has already done a lot for him.
"No, I should be fine." He said. "I—!"
He stopped talking when the TV behind the turned on. This had him and Artemis both looking towards it. Dean frowned knowing a flickering TV couldn't be a good sign. Dean went behind the counter to turn it off, but after he did that the radio on top of the counter flipped on. He slowly went to turn it off, but the TV flickered back on. He frowned more knowing demons had to be coming.
"Artemis, get away from the door and windows." Dean said as he hurried from around the counter.
Artemis quickly shut her case as this loud noise started entering the air around them. Dean went to grab the salt to start salting the windows, but he started wincing when the sound became louder. He was sure his ears would start bleeding at any second. Finally the noise became too loud, and he dropped the salt while covering his ears. The glass in the windows then exploded, so he ducked down to avoid getting it in his eyes. He glanced up seeing Artemis standing in the middle of the room with a confused expression on her face.
"Artemis, get down!" He shouted. "Get down!"
Artemis didn't seem to hear him as she continued looking around even when more glass shattered, which fell across her clothes and hair. Dean cursed before he went over to the girl to jerk her down while covering her body with his.
"Keep your head down." He said then winced when the sound got louder.
"It's the ringing." She said. "The ringing from before, but…I also hear a voice."
Dean looked at her in confusion as she was huddled against him and the counter.
"A voice?" Dean asked. "What voice?"
"There's a man calling out…I can barely make out what he's saying." Artemis explained. "But…I think he's talking to you."
She looked to Dean as she said this, and he frowned. That couldn't be good. They needed to get out of here. Dean stood while trying to lead her towards the door.
"Let's get out of here!" He shouted as the noise increased even more.
Artemis was about to protest since her suitcase was still lying on the countering. However, before she could the glass in the door exploded with such force they went flying backwards. They hit the counter, and as they landed on the floor the sound stopped. They laid there for a second trying to catch their breath.
"We need to leave." Dean said finally before standing. "Come on."
He helped Artemis stand up, and he noticed some blood coming out of her ears. He brushed her hair back to get a better look before wiping some of the blood from her ear.
"We need to get you some help, and I need answers." Dean said as he went over to the cash register to grab some coins. "I need to make a few calls then we'll leave."
Dean knows he just met this girl, but he couldn't just leave her like this after she's helped him. Artemis didn't argue as she grabbed her case to follow him outside. She wasn't so sure what was going on, but she wanted to know whose voice she was hearing. And if following this muggle got her the answer, she'd follow him for now. Though she'd have to be careful since she couldn't ignore those in her care, which means she'll have to check in on them soon without the muggle noticing her. Shouldn't be too hard, right?
"May I ask who you are calling?" Artemis asked Dean as he went towards a phone booth.
"First I'll try my brother Sam then Bobby." Dean said. "Bobby knows a lot about…"
Dean trailed off not sure how to explain all this supernatural business to her. She obviously knew a lot more than most people about the supernatural. Or she was sensitive to it at least.
"Magic?" Artemis guessed.
"Uh, something like that." Dean said. "Just wait right here. I'll be done soon."
Dean continued to the phone booth as Artemis tilted her head to the side. This muggle it probably wasn't best to stick out him much longer. He seemed very much aware of magic and the supernatural. This could end badly if he learned she wasn't exactly human herself. Besides, he looked as if he was doing much better now. Artemis could just leave him here, and his friends should be able to pick him up. Besides, it was nearly feeding time, and certain little buggers didn't like to be kept waiting. As she was thinking that, there was a thump in her suitcase followed by a chittering noise.
"Pic, shush now." She hushed as one of the latches on the case popped open. "I will feed you in a moment, so please, settle down."
She latched the case as she said this before looking to Dean as he was dialing away in the phone booth. She should be fine on his own now, so there was no reason for her to stick around. Even if she was curious about the ringing and voice she had hear, and the mark on Dean's shoulder. Perhaps someday their paths would cross again. Artemis made sure Dean wasn't paying attention before she disappeared with a loud pop. A second later, Dean walked out of the booth looking aggravated.
"Okay, Artemis, looks like we're—!" Dean cut himself off as he looked around for any sign of the young woman. "Artemis? Artemis!"
Artemis let out a sigh as she popped up in the small muggle flat she was renting out during her stay in America. She still felt a bit bag about leaving Dean there, but the less she was involved with muggles the better. America wasn't as harsh about their laws against interactions with muggles as back in her grandfather's day. However, there were still some of the older witches and wizards who remembered the last time a Scamander was in America, and she didn't want to cause trouble by befriending muggles. Specially ones who already seemed aware of magic.
"It was the best option." She told herself with a nod. "Besides, I have other things to worry about."
As she said this, she pulled out an old pocket watch that had belonged to her grandfather on her mother's side of the family. She looked at the time knowing she had to get to work, or there would be a lot of growling stomachs and irritable beats. Artemis set her case down on the floor while kneeling in front of it to pop the latches open. The case opened, and when looking inside it looked as if it was a bottomless black pit. Artemis simply stepped into the case while going down the thin stairs inside, which had her disappearing into the worn suitcase that shut behind her.
She went down into the messy cabin that had herbs and other odds and ends spread about. She immediately took off her coat and hat to place on the coat hanger then rolled up her sleeves. She grabbed some meat from the small walk in meat locker that had been added on when more beasts had been added into the suitcase. She pulled down some large chunks then threw them onto the butcher table. She kicked the meat locker closed then grabbed a large meat cleaver. With a few well practiced whacks, she had the meat chunked up in more manageable sizes.
She then pulled out her want to use the locomotor spell on a few objects to get them getting the feed she needed ready for the other creatures. It's a full time job taking care of the magical creatures in her care, but she loved her work just as much as her grandfather did, which is why she picked it up. She's going to go around the entire world as he did to save and document all the fantastic beasts out there.
"Alright, everyone!" Artemis called as she stepped out of the cabin. "Time for lunch."
A few calls greeted her as she walked down the steps with two buckets in her hands. She smiled while going over to the small forest habit that was much like the dark forest back at Hogwarts. A few black skeletal like horses with ripped, black wings and milky eyes were scattered about with the offspring running around their mothers' hooves. The Thestrals were really peaceful, misunderstood creatures that in a way had their own beauty about them. They could only be seen by those who have seen death, which Artemis sadly has. At her arrival the Thestrals turned towards her as she set the buckets down.
"Okay, you lot, come get your supper." She said then dumped out the meat to them.
The little ones scurried up first while immediately diving into the meat put out of them. The older ones followed after with one of them walking over to Artemis to little nudge her with the smooth side of its beaklike mouth. Artemis smiled while running her hand against its leathery nose.
"Yes, it's good to see you all as well." Artemis said gently. "But I can't stay long. The others need looking after as well."
She picked up the buckets while heading off to visit the others that called her suitcase their home until it was safe to release them back to where they belonged. However, parting with any of them was the hard part even the ones who drive her crazy like Pic. Speaking of Pic, she better go feed that troublemaker before he tries another escape attempt. Artemis, who grabbed a floating sack of feed from the air, went over to towards the erected hill near the cabin, which is the area a lot of the small creatures reside. Inside the hill was a dug out perfect hole for a burrowing creature to live, but it was empty at the moment.
"Oh, Merlin." Artemis said as she dropped the sack. "He's gone. But where—?!"
Her eyes widened realizing what the little bugger must have done. Before she left that muggle gas station, he must have slipped out. Which means…he could be anywhere!
Dean frowned as he went down the road in the car he had borrowed from the gas station. He still had no idea where Artemis had disappeared off to, and he wasn't sure if he should be worried or suspicious. Either whatever had hit the gas station took her, or she wasn't human and was actually behind the entire thing. He shook his head not wanting to believe the latter.
As he continued driving, he didn't notice the black furry platypus like creature crawling around in the back seat pulling thoughts out of the bag he had thrown stuff into from the gas station. The creature pulled out a few silver quarters to place in its pouch before looking towards Dean while blinking its beady eyes. All the while having no clue his caretaker was freaking out about his absence.
Queenie: I hope you liked the first chapter everyone. Until next time, my dears.
