Glad you all liked my bit of humor - and I hope you're ready for the first task!

Also, remember that family I talked about? They're going to show up in this chapter. Probably. One of them, at least. I hope you're excited. I know I am. I've been mentally writing this out for like a week. Probably longer.

ANOTHER NOTE: Timeline correction! I know I mention Halloween 1981 a couple times, or maybe just the once when Gabriel faces Quirrel, and I've just realized that with the timeline I have that's actually wrong; due to fourth year taking place in 2012, that Halloween should have taken place in 1998. Unfortunately, since the docs for the chapters I noticed this mistake in have since expired, I can't just go back and fix the typo. Hence, this notice. Apologies!

Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Harry Potter.

Sirius made good on his promise to arrive on the twenty-second. Gabriel had, bemusedly, gone up to the headmaster's office that Saturday [having completely forgotten about the letter he'd been sent] and found himself confronted with two mildly frantic men.

"Harry!" Sirius had jumped up as soon as Gabriel set foot over the threshold.

Gabriel remembered the letter in a flash. "Er - hi."

Lupin was sitting in a chair next to the one Sirius had recently vacated. "Hello, Harry."

"You too."

Sirius trapped Gabriel in a hug he was too surprised to duck out of. "I heard about the letter you sent to Madam Bones," he said when he finally let go. Sirius was smiling. "Pretty good."

"You're welcome, I guess."

"We saw the article about the tournament in the Prophet," Lupin said, standing as well. He glanced back at Dumbledore. "Any idea who might have put his name in?"

"I'm afraid not." Dumbledore replied. "Perhaps, though, you would like to go somewhere else to reconnect?"

"Sure," Sirius said before Gabriel could speak.

They ended up at the lake again, when Gabriel finally got a word in edgewise. Sirius seemed simultaneously excited and nervous, but strangely enough, he didn't ask any questions about what had happened at the shack. Lupin had left to go do something else.

"Are you ready for the first task?" Sirius asked. They'd been sitting in silence for some time.

"Yeah." Sort of. "I've got a couple ideas."

"Good." Pause. "You know, um...me and Moony-"

"You and who?"

"Remus," Sirius corrected himself. "Moony was a nickname we used-"

"You wrote that map?"

Sirius seemed thrilled. "You've got the map?"

"Fred and George gave it to me last year. Stole it from Filch or something like that."

"Ha! Sounds about right."

"What were you going to say originally?" It was really awkward just sitting by the lake like this.

"Oh, right." Sirius cleared his throat. "Well, um, I don't know if anyone told you, but I was named your godfather."

Christ, please let this not be heading in the direction Gabriel thought it was.

"And, well, I thought maybe..." Sirius ran a hand through his hair. "Since I've been cleared now, and I've got a place...maybe you'd like to come live with me?"

Crap.

The day of the first task dawned somewhat chilly, not that Gabriel really noticed. He had spent a while in Muriel's room, looking for any notes she might have added to the books on dragons, but what little there was was nigh useless. Gabriel gave it up as a bad job and practiced random spells in case one of them might come in handy.

Michael had offered to help, but all he and Hermione had found was that the eyes were its weakest point, which could make for a handy backup plan but definitely wasn't going to be Gabriel's first move.

If worst came to worst, his wings would be good enough to [painfully] fly him out. That, he could pass off as something magical. Surviving dragonfire with nary a burn? Not so much.

Gabriel had refused Sirius's offer. It would be too much work and besides, his setup with Balthazar worked fine. Sirius had been disappointed [much more so than he let on] but he'd reacted fairly well.

He'd also had another one of the strange dreams which, as usual, vanished almost completely from his memory as soon as he woke up, leaving the faintest trace. This was getting very frustrating. Gabriel puzzled over it as he followed Flitwick outside, Michael and Hermione lingering at the doors to see him off before they went up to the stands and waving wildly. Gabriel distinctly hear Michael shout "Good luck!"

A tent had been erected by the forbidden forest, near where the dragons were. Fleur was sitting on a stool in one corner, and Cedric was pacing back and forth.

"Ah, there you are!" said Bagman cheerfully. He was wearing some sort of robe with a wasp on the back. "Excellent - you're all here - when the audience has assembled, I'm going to be offering each of you this bag-" he held up a small purple sack. "-and you will each select a model of the thing you are about to face. There are different - er - varieties, you see. Oh, and one more thing! Your task is to collect the golden egg."

Were they trying to get the champions killed? Gabriel found it difficult not to gape at the man. Steal one of a nesting mother's eggs? That cemented it. Wizards were insane.

The sound of people could be heard making their way past the tent for nearly half an hour while Gabriel waited with the other three, who all seemed a bit sick.

Eventually, Bagman opened the neck of the bag and offered it to Fleur, saying "Ladies first."

Fleur reached into the bag, her nervousness apparent. She drew out a tiny green dragon, which was wearing a number 2 around its neck. So that was how they were going to establish an order.

She didn't look surprised at all. Someone must have told her what to expect. Cedric, however, looked totally shocked. Sucked for him.

Krum drew a red dragon with the number three, and Cedric got a blue one with a number one. Which left the spiky black one and number four for Gabriel.

Great.

Cedric left first [after Bagman, for whatever reason, tried to have a private word with Gabriel] and Gabriel proceeded to ignore the commentary completely as he mulled over what spells he knew that might come in handy. There was no way he'd be able to knock out a dragon without his Grace, and he wasn't wasting it on something like this. The whole point was to get the egg, of course so...

Well. If they hadn't put up spells preventing him from summoning it, this might be easier than Gabriel had thought.

Fleur left after Cedric, shakily exiting the tent. Gabriel still didn't pay any attention to the commentary, preferring instead to think of a Plan B. Always have a Plan B. Something the Winchesters had never seemed to grasp completely.

Eventually, it was Gabriel's turn.

The arena was surrounded by a crowd [and if this dragon was sensitive to noise he was going to need a better plan than 'stay away from it'] and also nowhere in sight. The nest of eggs was on the opposite side of the arena, which featured a landscape of really large rocks and a load of gravel.

Might as well go right ahead and try.

Gabriel took out his wand. "Accio Golden egg."

Nothing happened.

"Of course it's not that easy," he grumbled to himself. "Whoever decided that this task was a good idea is a sadist."

Gabriel looked around for the dragon. It hadn't made an appearance when he'd taken out the spells, and the most surefire way to get it to come out would be to walk towards the nest. Except Gabriel wasn't an idiot.

And he knew exactly where the dragon was.

Gabriel took a step towards it, disguising it as going towards the nest, and the spiky creature leaped out at him in one smooth movement, Gabriel ducked hurriedly behind a rock as the dragon decided that blasting him with fire was a good idea.

"Shit!" Oh, well. Time for Plan B. Pretend it's a really big snake.

"§Wait, wait, wait!§"

The dragon actually stopped. Thank Dad. Of course, the crowd had gone completely silent too, but screw them [except for Michael and Hermione]. They were getting off watching him go up against a dragon.

Cautiously, Gabriel stepped out from behind the rock. "§Can you understand me?§" If Parseltongue didn't work, then he was fucked.

The dragon was watching him carefully, but made no move to breathe fire again or to attack him.

"§Yes.§"

The reply sounded garbled, as though he was talking to someone with a very thick accent.

"§I'm supposed to take that gold egg. The one in your nest. It's a fake§."

"§I know.§" The dragon sounded almost insulted.

"§So you won't mind if I go get it then.§"

The dragon looked at him carefully. Then, it turned back to look at the nest.

Gabriel dropped to the ground as it picked up the egg and hurled it at him, the golden thing impacting on the ground several feet away. He glanced back at it, then at the dragon, who was looking down at him imperiously.

Gabriel picked up the egg and left the now completely silent arena with it under his arm.

He was ushered into a tent by Madam Pomfrey and pushed onto a bench before Gabriel could explain that he wasn't injured.

"Do you mean to say that you went up against a dragon and came out completely fine?" Madam Pomfrey asked incredulously.

"Basically, yes."

Madam Pomfrey didn't have any time to reply as several people came suddenly into the tent. It was Hermione and Michael.

"What was that?" Hermione shrieked.

"That was awesome," Michael said almost reverently, with a note of relief in nir voice. "You alright."

"I'm fine. That was me getting the egg." Gabriel shifted it under his other arm. "Was there anything else?"

"Anything else?" Hermione demanded, still indignant. "You looked like you were talking to it!"

"What?" Madam Pomfrey was looking at him even more incredulously. There were also three smaller, curtained-off cubicles that no doubt contained the other three champions, also listening in.

"Come on." Gabriel dragged Michael outside, Hermione following. No need to have this conversation with an audience, and Madam Pomfrey was too shocked to stop him.

"Wait, you've got to get your score-"

"Eh, who cares."

"What were you doing?" Hermione demanded as they walked back up to the school.

"Talking to it."

"You're joking."

"Nope."

"Talking to it?" Michael looked bewildered. "How?"

"Well, I opened my mouth and talked to it."

"Very funny." Hermione said. Her brows were furrowed like she was deep in thought. "The only thing I can think of that might let you do that would be Parseltongue, but-"

"Ding!" Gabriel tapped Hermione on the head. "Correct answer, you win absolutely nothing."

"Parseltongue?" Michael was actually gaping at this point. "But how can you speak it?"

"No idea." Gabriel looked up at the school. "D'you think the other tasks will be as potentially deadly to regular people?"

Winter fell on Hogwarts. Gabriel was pulled aside after Charms to be informed of the date of the next task [apparently he was supposed to have stayed behind a little longer after the first] and that the egg was a clue as to what the second task would be.

The weather was horrible [as usual for a winter this far north] but luckily this year there was no one trying to persuade Gabriel into coming out to watch Quidditch games. Sirius had gone back to wherever he was staying before the first task even started, but only after imparting what he no doubt thought was necessary advice.

There was, however, something else on Gabriel's mind.

Some time after the first task, he'd gotten another one of the strange, unmemorable dreams. Except this time, he'd realized what was happening in the middle of it.

"Screw this," Gabriel growled. "Who the hell is messing with my mind? There are only so many people who-"

Oh.

Shit.

Gabriel reached out mentally and answered.

No one was messing with his mind.

They were calling him.

Gabriel found himself in a familiar misty landscape, completely white. It was impossible to tell where it began or ended, and the only sign that there was even a floor was the fact that he was standing on something.

"Finally," said a disgruntled voice from behind him. Gabriel turned around.

There was a woman standing there in elaborate armor, and wearing a helm which covered the left half of her face. The entire left half of her body, in fact, was covered, one glove and a pair of vambraces which covered her forearms ensuring that. Dark hair cascaded from under one side of the helm, and the visible half of her face showed that she was smiling slightly despite her tone.

"I thought you'd never answer," she said. "I have been calling for ages."

"Apologies," Gabriel said, grinning slightly. "I've been a bit busy, Hel."

Hel smiled wider. "Why, father, don't tell me you forgot?"

"I wouldn't say forgot-" Gabriel frowned. "Don't make fun of me."

"If I wanted to make fun of you, I would not mock that." Now that Hel stepped closer, it was embarrassingly obvious that she was much taller. She cast her eyes over Gabriel. "Care to explain what's happened to you?"

"It's a long story."

"I thought that was the point of these meetings? To tell stories?"

"Fair enough." Gabriel took a seat as a chair appeared like it had been there the whole time and he'd just noticed it. A table formed in a similar fashion as Hel took her own seat. "How have you been doing?"

"Don't change the subject, dad."

"Fine, then." Gabriel let out a long, exaggerated breath which did not deter Hel at all. "I assume you were watching the whole mess with the Apocalypse and such?" Hel nodded.

She listened intently as Gabriel explained [in more detail than he'd ever given Hermione and Michael; Hel was at least seven centuries old, she could handle it] how he'd ended up in the Potter's home and their kid in 1998.

"Well," she said when he had finished. "That's certainly not what I expected."

"I would be incredibly surprised if you had expected something like that."

"So you say you're having troubles with your power?"

"Well, of a sort..." Had he explained the angel thing to her?

"You did," Hel said, making Gabriel start. He'd forgotten that about this meeting place - it was near impossible to keep your thoughts to yourself. "I suppose that does explain several things..."

Gabriel frowned. "What things?"

Hel sat back in her seat. "I did find out what happened at the Elysian - don't be so surprised," she said, noticing Gabriel's look. "I do pay attention, and when five different pagan gods are killed in one night it tends to attract attention."

"I suppose."

"You aren't paying attention, though," said Hel sternly. "Dad, do you even remember what happened? Odin was killed."

"And I'd like to shake Lucifer's hand for that. What about it?"

"If he's dead," Hel said, obviously frustrated that he wasn't getting whatever point she was making, "Then he can hardly keep up any of his long-term spells, can he?"

Gabriel almost opened his mouth to ask what she meant before it hit him with the force of being run over by a semi truck.

"You don't mean-" Gabriel gaped at her.

"My siblings?" Hel arched one eyebrow. "Yes, I do."

"But - if those spells are wearing off-" Gabriel ran one hand over his face. He was sure he looked the textbook picture of shock. "Hel, I don't have the power to go get them."

"I know that now." Hel was now watching him with something akin to worry. Gabriel leaned back in his chair, letting his hand rest over his mouth. "But you're forgetting something."

"What?"

"The spells placed on me are also wearing off." Hel gave him a small smile. "It would be only too easy to leave Helheim now - you did show me how to enter the paths between realms, after all."

Gabriel stared for a moment before he truly realized what she was offering. "Hel..."

"They are my siblings," she reminded him, "And not just your children. It is nothing." She suddenly smirked in a way that was entirely Gabriel. "I assume you will not be too busy with school to receive them?"

Gabriel made a noise that was half-laughter and half something closer to a sob. "No, I - there's a vacation coming up, I can go home for that."

"And where should I bring them?"

Gabriel gave Hel the location of the house Balthazar had gotten. "Hel - if they remember anything-"

"We shall deal with that when we come to it." Hel was worried, but she hid it admirably well.

"Thank you, Hel." The chairs and table vanished as they both stood up. "Here - come here." Gabriel had to lean up slightly to give her a proper hug.

They remained like that for several moments before Hel pulled away. "I will go now," she said. "It wouldn't do to waste time - besides, it may take a while to find them."

That pulled at Gabriel's heart. "Yeah," he said, swallowing back the lump in his throat as he thought about what had happened to them. "Thank you, Hel. Really."

"I would do it anyways."

The misty landscape faded away and Gabriel woke up in his bed in Ravenclaw tower. He turned over and tried to ignore the wet patch on his pillow.

Flitwick ended a Charms lesson [which Gabriel had been paying zero attention to, he'd already learned the spell anyway] early a few days later to give them all a surprising announcement.

"The Yule Ball," he said, "is rapidly approaching! It is a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament, and an opportunity for us all to celebrate! Now, it will only be open to those fourth year and above - but any Ravenclaw who does attend, nontheless, I expect the best behavior from all of you! It will be held on Christmas day at eight o'clock, and finish at midnight."

The bell rang just then. Flitwick stopped Gabriel from leaving. "Mr. Potter - a word, please?"

"What?"

"It's about the ball." Flitwick waited until the hallway was relatively empty. "The champions and their partners are expected to open the dance, of course-"

"What?!"

"Open the dance," Flitwick repeated. "I thought I ought to tell you ahead of time, so you can be sure to ask someone. That is all!" He quickly retreated back into the classroom, leaving Gabriel staring at the closed door.

But I've got to go home for Christmas.

The days leading up to Christmas break were not nearly as relaxed for Gabriel as they were for the others.

First off, there was the ball. He couldn't skip it - too many questions - but there was also no way he was staying at Hogwarts. Gabriel ended up just deciding that he'd create a double to stay and use the cloak to get on the train back to London.

That still left the problem of a date, but it was easy enough to ask Luna Lovegood if she'd like to go [she said yes].

And then...there was actual preparation for what would happen over break.

Because Gabriel had no fucking idea how to be a parent.

It wasn't like he'd been put in that position for the last seven centuries, and even if he had he's still need a load of stuff. Food, for one thing. Clothes. Gabriel spent ages looking up and perfecting conjuration spells, since his Grace was going to be absolutely useless unless he wanted to burn it out again.

He stubbornly ignored the issue of how they might have been affected by The Incident. Like Hela said - he'd take care of it when it came to that.

When the time came that those under fourth year [practically everyone else had signed up to stay in anticipation of the ball] he snapped up a double and remembered to scrawl a letter of explanation to Luna because of course, she'd notice that it wasn't him. It was unlikely anyone else would, though, but he added a PS to just give anyone who asked about him the note.

It was pathetically easy to sneak onto the Hogwarts Express in the invisibility cloak, and a couple quick charms ensured that the glass couldn't be seen through and no one would even notice the compartment.

It seemed like years before the train pulled into the station in London, and Gabriel waited until the platform was nearly empty before exiting back into the Muggle side and disappearing into the crowd. He'd left his trunk at Hogwarts, since it would look suspicious otherwise, and the bag at his side carried very little - the double could take care of the homework. Gabriel would be busy enough.

He navigated the mess that was the London bus system, remembering his route from last summer. The house was empty when he came back, and the single lamp that he flipped on in the entryway didn't do a whole lot to help.

Gabriel stood there for a few moments before pulling his wand out. Fifteen year olds weren't allowed to do magic on their own, after all, and he'd need to get rid of the Trace of he wanted to be able to do anything.

Well? What do you think?

Also, if you're wondering about The Incident, it's something similar to what happens in Lost Boys by thisisnotwhoyouthink. For more Loki kid! feels, I'd recommend reading Raven Ehtar's 'Loki's Brood' series. Very nice. Lots of frostiron. But I'm getting off topic!

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