A/N Here's the Hogwarts Arc. I plan on featuring some of the books more heavily, especially if I think they can advance the plot for the TV arc, but some of them will only get collections of scenes.
This piece is unbeta-ed. Sorry if I didn't catch all of the errors.
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Harry Potter or Supernatural, or anything belonging to J.K. Rowling or Eric Kripke, I'm just using the characters for fun. I receive no money off of this story. Don't sue me.
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Chapter 6: Keep Your Friends Close
"Hogwarts?" Bobby wondered.
"What kind of name is that?" Sam asked
"An awesome one," muttered Dean, taking the letter in his hands and reading it through. "Are you going to go?"
"Yes. I don't want to, but apparently if I don't go they'll drag me there anyways," Harry complained, stabbing at her cake.
"Go where?" asked Sam. Harry had done magic around him, but never blatantly as he didn't know about the supernatural world yet, and she and Dean wanted to keep it that way.
"Boarding school." She grabbed the letter out of Dean's hands and grabbed his arm, pulling him towards the back door. "We'll be in the yard. Sam, I got some new books in the living room if you want to read them." She pulled a bewildered Dean out of the house and to one of her favorite cars in the yard, a midnight blue 1968 Ford Mustang Bullitt. She opened the door to the front seat and slid in after shoving Dean around the front to the passengers. He closed the door and she turned to him, settling in the seat.
"Why do you have to go to the school?" Dean asked.
"For the past several years, after I went on my first hunt actually, I've been making trips to Diagon alley twice a month. It's a wizarding shopping area. I already told you about the community of wizards who live over in England, but what I didn't tell you is that apparently I'm famous. When I was a baby, an evil wizard killed my Mom and Dad, then he tried to kill me. Only he couldn't and he disappeared. The goblins- yes I said goblins- believe he's still out there, as does a man named Albus Dumbledore. When I go there every couple weeks, I meet with the Goblins to discuss the events of the Wizarding World. Apparently Albus Dumbledore was the leader of the light side, when the wizarding war with Voldemort was taking place. That's the bad guy's name by the way. Keeping up so far?" Dean could only nod, his jaw dropped a bit.
"Okay, well like I said, leader of the light. Only he's not too pure himself, according to my sources. When my parents died, he went to the bank immediately and sealed their will. Then he took me and dropped me on the doorstep of my Aunt on my mother's side when I was fifteen months old. Most people don't know this, the Goblins just have their fingers in a lot of pies."
"Pies?"
"Dean, focus."
"Right, sorry."
"Anyway, Dumbledore set up bloodwards to keep danger out. The only thing is, the dangerous stuff happened inside the house." Harry took a deep breath, closing her eyes and steeling herself. "My Aunt and Uncle weren't...the friendliest of people. They loved normal, and I wasn't that. So I spent the next five years getting poked, and eventually punched, by my whale of a cousin. My aunt and Uncle didn't stop him, in fact they like to join in. I cooked their food, cleaned their clothes, scrubbed their floors, kept their garden, and basically was their slave. Then, if I did something better than Dudley, or something they considered not right, they would lock me away in the cupboard under the stairs where I slept. I was beaten and starved, then shut away. On my sixth birthday, My Aunt told me we were going somewhere to celebrate. I should've known she was lying, it was completely out of the blue. My Uncle drove us to a forest a little bit aways from Privet Drive, and we went hiking, supposedly looking for a camp spot. We got to a small clearing, and they shoved me down, and beat me until I bled into the soil." Harry laughed bitterly. "My family left me there. And what's more, I was about to curl up and die in the dirt when a Wendigo showed up and rushed me to his hideaway. It tried to feed on me, I've still got the scar." She pulled her shirt down her shoulder to show him bite marks gouged into the skin.
"I wished for it to die, and it lit on fire. Then I wanted to leave, and suddenly I was standing in a field in Georgia. So I became a hunter." She looked down, tugging her knees tighter against her chest.
Dean was at a loss for words. He'd been through a lot of crap, mostly due to his job of protecting Sammy and his Dad's work, but this was just...horrifying. He was torn between shock and literally snarling at her relatives' behavior. But that wasn't what Harry needed right now. He reached out a tentative hand and rested it on her shoulder, squeezing it in an attempt to comfort. She sent him a weak smile, and took a shuddering breath.
"Right, well, all of that happened because of Dumbledore. Griphook, my accounts manager, believes that Dumbledore placed me there on purpose. That if I were abused and neglected enough, I'd be so desperate for an escape I wouldn't notice all the bullshit the magical world pulls. Luckily for me he underestimated the Dursleys. Unluckily for me. I think Dumbledore still believes I'm with the Dursleys. So, I have to go back voluntarily to keep up the charade, or he might stick me back with them, as Bobby could technically be considered a kidnapper. Or, if I refuse and try to stay, Dumbledore would most likely wipe my memory or drag me back there by some other unfortunate means. So, I'll go to Hogwarts and dumb down my magic, and pretend to be new to the magical world, and naive of its troubles. Any questions?"
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, totally fine."
"Harry," chided Dean.
"I'm alright. I've dealt with it for this long, haven't I? Besides," Harry looked at Dean with a glint in her eye. "No chick flick moments, remember?"
Dean smiled and readjusted his feet so they were up on the dash. "Did you tell all of this to Bobby?"
"Yep. He'll make sure not to send letters out in the open, can't have my little scheme getting mucked up because of something so tiny as sentiment."
"If you're supposed to be stuck in a house all ignorant, how did you go to Diagon Alley?" Dean wondered.
"Well I was going to try to make a perception filter using magic runes from a book I found."
"Geek," chuckled Dean.
"You understood the reference," retorted Harry. "Anyway, it didn't work out so well and considering I don't actually know how to use runes properly, and the bracelet I painted them on sort of… melted? So I just wear a wig and concealer. I also buy stuff and travel under a fake name."
"What's your alias?" He asked.
"I choose from a variety of selections. Two weeks ago I said I was called Mary Poppins, no one batted an eye. Wizards don't look much into non-magical culture, unless they're muggleborn. Although the people I do business with aren't generally muggleborn."
"What's a muggleborn?" Dean wondered.
"Someone with magical power born from non magical parents. They're sort of looked down on in the wizarding world by the other two, half bloods who have some magical ancestry, and purebloods who have mostly if not entirely magical ancestors."
"That's stupid," he remarked.
"Yep."
Harry and Dean went back inside to find Sam curled up on the couch reading Nancy Drew: The Message in the Hollow Oak. Dean threw a pillow at Sam, who got up and grabbed it, aiming to smack Dean in the side, except he ducked out of the way and the downy pouch hit Harry instead. She grabbed a couch pillow and immediately began barraging both Sam and Dean with it, who each picked up one of their own, and a massive pillow fight ensued.
When they were all done fighting, they collapsed on the couch and watched movies late into the night. Dean and Harry wanted to watch Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back, but Sam ended up swaying the vote for Who Framed Roger Rabbit. They all fell asleep on the couch, curled up or with limbs sprawled over the cushion. All in all, it was a good birthday.
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John picked up the boys the next day, wishing Harry a happy birthday, leaving her alone with Bobby, who seemed grumpier than usual. She noticed his dour mood as they worked on one of the cars together.
"What's got your panties in a bunch?" she asked him. He looked up and graced her with a scowl. "Come on, Bobby. I'm leaving in less than a month, I don't want to spend it all in silence!" He still said nothing.
"I guess I'll have to do both sides of the conversation then. Hey Bobby, why do you look so grumpy? Well, you see Harry, I'm old and I like to wear this baseball cap all the time, so it gets itchy. But if I take it off, my head gets cold. Well, gee, Bobby, that sounds terrible. Are you sassing me, young lady? Hmm? Well shut up ya idjit! Bobby, I was only trying to express my concern. Balls. What? I think my face is stuck in this fro-"
"Alright stop it!" he groused. Harry gave him an innocent smile, and he rolled his eyes. "Idjit."
"There he is!"
"Stop it."
"One condition, tell me what's crawled up your butt and died," Harry almost laughed at the look on his face. She kept staring at him when he didn't answer, and was about to restart her wonderful impressions, when he cut in.
"Alright, alright. It's just, I don't trust the people over there. In that world." She caught on quickly. Bobby absolutely did not like Albus Dumbledore.
"And I have a plan, remember. He won't use me as his personal pawn, I plan to play dumb and innocent, and you know how great of an actor I am."
"I've only been tricked by your skills too many times."
"Exactly. I'll be fine. I'll play Harry Potter, sweet little girl who has a life just too tragic for her. Innocent Harry, who would never ever be capable of deceit. Then, while they underestimate me, I will gather information and use it to my advantage. Plus, this could be a great way to learn more about the differences between magical and non-magical creatures."
"Yah, yah, I've heard the speech. Just, be careful, okay?" Bobby asked. She smiled a bit when she saw the worry in his eyes.
"Promise. Now, let's get back to work on this rust bucket, you won't have me around to help until next summer, if we have to keep up the charade of "no one loves Harry." They went back to the car, sleeves pushed back as the summer heat weighed upon the air and drew sweat from their skin, letting it mix with the grease slathering their hands. Harry thought about her last three years. Meeting Bobby, and the Winchesters, and living in an actual house and having a reliable source of food and all the other things that had happened, and she smiled. Life was good.
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Harry's last month in Sioux Falls was relaxed. Well, as relaxed as it could be when two hunters lived there. Rufus stopped by, so did some other hunters looking for a certain type of weapon. Harry spent her remaining time out of school doing hunter training and experimenting with magic. She even tried to make another Doctor Who inspired toy: psychic paper. Instead of winging it, this time Harry used some of the already established rune groupings for knowledge, divination, and protection. It actually worked when she tried it on Bobby, and she cheered, until a couple minutes later when the paper morphed into a face like a howler, screamed at her in a guttural language, then burst into flames as she hurriedly scrambled backward. She attempted to make a couple more, but only managed to make an additional two before something short circuited on the third and burned up her supplies and the first psychic paper. Bobby rushed downstairs with a fire extinguisher in hand to find her sitting on the floor with soot on her face and a tiny scorch mark on the floor. Needless to say, she stopped experimenting with the paper. For now. Harry did, however, hand Bobby the one paper to use as IDs (with a warning) so they wouldn't run the off chance of someone recognising that they weren't in fact licensed officials of whatever organisation they were passing themselves off as during hunts. She just hoped it wouldn't explode while they were using it.
On September the first, Harry stood yawning in Bobby's kitchen, the clock reading 5:10. In England it was only fifty minutes before the train's departure. Harry ate some cereal after trying to brush her hair, and ending up with the hairbrush hanging from her raven locks. Bobby came downstairs and set up the coffee, taking a couple minutes to ingest a cup before speaking.
"You ready?" Harry stood up and stretched her arms high to the ceiling, yawning.
"Yep." She turned to him and caught him in a surprise hug. "Bye Bobby. Don't forget to write. I'll see you next summer." She then grabbed her trunk and thought of the alley she had visited next to King's Cross a week earlier in preparation. A small pop sounded and Harry appeared next to the station. She took her trunk and dragged it to a luggage trolley, making sure to set Hedwig, the owl she had bought from Eeylops Owl Emporium, down gently.
Harry wheeled her cart into the station, looking at her ticket. Platform nine and three quarters. Harry scoffed at it, then walked up to a few conductors pretending to be lost, asking for the platform number. She wondered if any of the muggleborns were told how to get through the wall between nine and ten.
Harry spotted a large group of children all with flaming red hair. She smirked when she saw the owl, and pushed her trolley down the platforms, following the almost-certainly wizards. The mother directed her sons as they ran towards the wall. When only a little girl and what looked to be the youngest boy were left, Harry walked up to her, rocking back and forth on her feet nervously until the woman noticed.
"Excuse me, miss, but...do you think you could tell me how to get onto the platform? Please?" She asked, leaning into her british accent, using powerful puppy eyes she had learned from Sam. The woman seemed to melt, her face simpering in understanding.
"Of course dear. First time at Hogwarts? Ron's new too." Harry nodded at the woman, then smiled at the boy who must be Ron, as he was pushing the cart. "All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous." Harry nodded again, expressing her thanks. She looked at the barrier and ran straight towards the brick wall, slightly scared despite her act, and flew through the invisible archway and onto platform nine and three quarters. A scarlet steam engine sat on the rails, witches and wizards crowding the platform with all sorts of trunks and animals. She walked past a group of people crowded around a boy who was holding a box. She was almost entirely sure it held a tarantula.
Harry found a door near the end of the train, dragging her trunk out of the cart and struggling to pull it up the steps. She wouldn't usually have a problem, but she had it packed full with all of her textbooks, muggle and magical. The ones she had bought on her first trip to diagon alley were being used for this school year, and they were annotated thoroughly, as she discovered many mistakes in the theory, or at least points that didn't line up with her view. The Charms book was covered in notes, while the Potions and Transfiguration books had only suggestions. She wasn't entirely sure how well her intent would transfer over to those fields.
Two of the redheads from earlier came up to help her with the trunk. They dropped it off in an empty compartment, and she sat down with a huff, brushing the hair out of her face.
"Blimey," gasped one of them.
"You're not..?"
"What? Who?"
"Harry Potter!" They exclaimed at the same time.
"Oh, well yes that's my name. Don't wear it out," she joked. Their eyes widened further, and they began talking very fast.
"I'm Fred."
"And I'm George."
"You're coming to Hogwarts this year?"
"Where have you been all this time?"
"Yes, obviously, and somewhere. Sorry boys, but that's all you get for now. Thanks for the help, but I've got some reading to do." Harry kicked off her shoes and leaned back against the wall, facing the window with her legs in the seat. Fred and George left.
After overhearing an embarrassing conversation with their mother, Harry found Ron standing outside her compartment.
"Hello, sorry, do you think I could sit with you? Everywhere else is full." He rubbed his arm and looked down. His face was bright red except for the smudge of dirt on his nose.
"Sure."
"Thanks." He dragged in his luggage and sat down on the opposite bench. Harry went back to her book, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.
"I'm Ron, by the way, Ron Weasley."
"Harry Potter." She looked up as his mouth opened and cut him off. "Honestly, Ron, don't make a big deal out of it. I'm just a person, and I didn't even defeat Voldemort, he's still out there."
Ron gasped. "You said the name!"
"Of course I bloody well said the name, why wouldn't I?"
"It's just, you're not supposed to say it."
"It's absolutely ridiculous. Why ever wouldn't I use his name? Voldemort shouldn't be even more empowered by people fearing his name so much it's an ingrained instinct of society to not say his name. Did anyone call Grindelwald you-know-who? No, and he probably killed more people than Voldemort. So I'll say the name."
"Alright," muttered Ron, looking sort of flabbergasted. Opting to change the subject, he looked curiously at the book. "What are you doing?"
"Trying to decide if Lewis Carrol was a squib or a muggleborn. This is one of his books, Alice in Wonderland. It's about a little girl who falls down a rabbit hole and finds herself in an entirely different world where plants talk and cats disappear and a caterpillar has a smoking problem. It's filled with magical references, like the food that causes you to shrink or the mention of a Jabberwocky, which could really just be a lost dragon. I'm looking to see if he knows of magic, or just has an extremely imaginative mind."
"That's cool, I guess," answered Ron.
"That's a brilliant idea! I never thought of that, but I haven't been part of this world very long." They both looked to the door where a girl with frizzy brown hair was standing, already dressed in Hogwarts robes. Catching their looks, she blushed a little. "Sorry, I wasn't planning on eavesdropping, I only came to see if you'd noticed a toad. A boy named Neville's lost one."
Ron shook his head, but Harry focused on seeing the toad, trying to cast a subtle summoning spell. Something buzzed underneath her chair, and she heard a ribbit. Pretending to be startled, she bent over and picked the toad up from the floor of the compartment, much to the surprise of Ron and the girl.
"Wow, thanks. Neville will be pleased." She stopped for a moment, then held out a hand. "I'm Hermione Granger."
"Ron Weasley."
"Harry Potter."
"Really? I've read about you. Your in a lot of the defense books, including-"
"Hermione, sorry, just...could you not make a big deal out of my name? I'm just a kid, I'd like to be seen that way." She faltered, looking at Harry with a pink blush, her head ducked.
"Sorry. It was nice meeting you." She twirled around in a rush of robes and went back down the corridor.
"She seems nice." Harry stifled a chuckle when she saw Ron's obvious disagreement. Her attention was drawn to what looked like a tail sticking out of his pocket. "What's that?"
Ron looked down and his expression shifted. "Just my pet rat, Scabbers." He grabbed the animal by the tail and pulled him out of his pocket, dropping the rat on his lap. "He's useless, mind you. Got him from Percy, my older brother. He got an owl this year for being Prefect from my parents, but they couldn't afford… I mean I just got the rat."
Harry studied the fat, greying animal while thinking about Ron's admission. "I never really got my own things with the Dursleys either. They made me wear my cousin's cast-offs, this elephant of a guy's clothing on a tiny six year old." Ron seemed to cheer up after that, and they spent a lot of the ride commiserating.
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A couple hours passed, and Harry and Ron talked about the muggle and magical world, Harry making sure not to appear too knowledgeable of the more mythical topics. They were feasting on candy from the trolley (Harry having bought large amounts of her), trading cards and trying beans. About three fourths of the way through the journey, their compartment door slid open, revealing a boy with slicked back hair, and two boys who looked like bodyguards behind him.
"Rumors are going down the train that Harriet Potter is in this compartment. Is it you then?" The blonde boy asked. His tone sounded rather snobbish. Harry recognized him.
"Just Harry is fine, thanks. Who are you then?"
"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." He scowled at Ron when the redhead tried to hide a snigger. "Think my name's funny do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair, and hand me down clothes. You must be a Weasley.'" Malfoy turned to Harry, a smirk on his face. "You'll soon learn, Potter, that some families are better than others. I can help you there." He held out a pale hand.
Harry knew that this Malfoy was the same he had encountered years ago, but was at a loss as to how the person in front of him was the same excitable little boy. Then again, she had read about the Malfoy's in historical accounts and genealogy books. Lucius Malfoy was definitely an arsehole.
This boy could prove a wrench in her plans, if he remembered her. She needed to make sure he didn't mention anything if he remembered the girl from Borgin and Burkes. She glanced at Ron, hoping he'd trust her, and looked back to Draco.
"I'm sorry, what do you mean? Is there a reason some families are better than others?" Draco smiled smugly.
"Obviously. You can see the difference between Weasley and myself, then the better family becomes known."
"Oi!" Ron interjected. Scabbers lifted his head out of a box of Bertie Botts, looking as confused as a rat could look.
"Well, I think that's a little unfair. I mean, your hair isn't that bad, and you could work on your manners, but that doesn't mean that Ron's inherently better than you. It's so sad that you think of yourself that way. " Harry looked at Draco with an innocent expression, smirking on the inside. "Is this a subtle cry for help? I accept."
"Good decision Potter, I knew you were sensi- Wait." Ron was snickering into his hand at the surprised and increasingly offended look taking over the blond's face.
"So, have you been to therapy?"
"Shut up you nasty little halfblood! Urgh!" Draco spun around and stomped past his bodyguards, his red face clashing greatly with the pale blond hair. Harry and Ron burst into laughter.
"That was great Harry!" Ron exclaimed. "He'll hate you now, you know." Harry was unbothered.
"That's going to be difficult when I help him get past his issues."
"You're not serious."
"Of course I am, Ronald, what do you take me for? A liar? One way or another, Malfoy's going to come around to my point of thinking." Harry sat back, taking a bite of the Cauldron Cake in her hand.
"You're mad."
"Don't let that scare you away." Ron shook his head, grabbing some more treats and stuffing his face.
After avoiding Hermione's questions about a fight, and Scabbers falling asleep again, Harry and Ron went back to chatting about things magical and unmagical. Harry made sure to give the cliff notes version of the Dursleys when family was brought up more extensively. The train pulled into Hogsmeade station soon after they changed into their robes. Harry saw an enormous man waving at the first years, yelling at them to grab a boat. She'd seen him in Diagon Alley before, but luckily he hadn't seen her. Rubeus Hagrid was known to be oblivious.
She shared a boat with Ron, Hermione, and a boy who introduced himself as Neville. The boats floated through a curtain of ivy, and she stared at the castle, taking in the beauty of the scottish landscape. It really was quite amazing.
Harry warned Neville not to forget Trevor, the toad, and the first years followed Hagrid into the castle. Harry looked around at the castle walls eagerly, taking in the ambience of it all. She listened to Professor McGonagall's speech, and waited with the rest of the students, debating with Ron about how they might sort them, and which house is the best.
"I don't think any one house is the best," she argued. "It all depends on what your most dominant traits are."
"But come on, Slytherin has got to be the worst no matter what. Every dark wizard who ever lived came from that house."
"Grindelwald didn't attend Hogwarts, he wasn't in Slytherin, and yet he was a dark wizard who terrorized the wizarding world decades ago. Your argument is based on opinion alone, and it isn't right to force prejudices onto entire groups because of the actions of a few. Slytherin's are sorted because of their cunning or ambition, not because they're evil, just like Gryffindors are sorted for bravery rather than brashness, and to say anything else is a matter of personal belief," Harry finished. Many of the first years stared at her as she finished, hanging onto her words.
"Well said." Harry jumped and turned around to see several ghosts hanging in the air near the wall. She itched to throw some of the salt hidden in her pocket at them, but restrained as they are magical ghosts, not the muggle ones.
"Thank you." The doors burst open and McGonagall strode over to where the main doors were, still closed.
"First years, follow me." She pushed open the grand doors and they got their first sight of the grand hall. Harry forced a look of awe upon her face, which admittedly wasn't difficult, it was an amazing dining hall. She especially loved the enchanted ceiling, which she heard Hermione whisper about as they walked between four great tables packed with students. They stopped before the head table, in front of which stood a stool and a patched and frayed hat. Harry stared at the brim of the hat as it opened up to sing a song. She laughed at the hat's last words, clapping along with some of the other first years. McGonagall stood in front of the hall and began reading names off a checklist. Hermione went to Gryffindor, as did Neville. Harry watched as the hat screamed Slytherin as it barely brushed Draco's head. No surprises there.
Finally, McGonagall screamed out "Harriet Potter!" and the hall fell silent. Tiny whispers broke out, wondering if she said Harriet Potter, THE Harriet Potter. Harry walked up to the stool, a nervous facade plastered onto her face. Well, maybe not so much a facade, she had to convince the hat to let her into the right house if her scheme was going to work. She sat down on the stool, catching a last glimpse of students craning to see her before the hat fell over her eyes.
"Hmmm. Miss Potter, what a mind you have. I see your bravery, and your loyalty. You are intelligent, very much so, but… you wish to hide this? Use it to your own advantage? How very Slytherin of you. In fact, I think that's the house for you."
"Wait!" She yelled in her head.
"What do you want, Miss Potter?" It paused as it sifted through her thoughts. "Oh, really now? Are you that dedicated to this plan? To go to a completely different house than you were meant to?"
"I'm the so-called Girl-Who-Lived, if I were sorted into Slytherin, people would talk. I don't need any more attention, first of all, and it's a lot harder pulling off a cunning scheme when people know you're from the house of the cunning. For this to work, I need to be the Gryffindor golden girl. Innocent and inconspicuous."
"I very much doubt anything involving you will ever be considered inconspicuous. But, I will take into account your wishes. Such a shame, Slytherin house is long overdue some good press."
"Don't worry about that, I have a plan. And if you tell any of this to Dumbledore I will personally set you on fire."
"I know. Good luck, Miss Potter. I hope you do well in GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted the last word, and Harry took off the hat and walked to a seat next to Neville. She noticed she was receiving the biggest cheer yet, including the Weasley twins chanting "We got Potter!" repeatedly.
Harry watched as Ron was sorted and made his way over to a seat next to her. The sorting ended, and Harry watched as Dumbledore stood up, his hands stretched out in a welcoming gesture.
"And now for a few words. Nitwit, blubber, oddment, tweak. Thank you!" He sat back down and Harry pushed down the growl that came to her throat. This man had tried to have her beaten into submission. So he could play her as the pawn she was supposed to become. And now he was playing eccentric grandfather. Harry had never been more thankful for that wendigo.
She piled her plate and listened to the stories of her peers. She cringed at Neville's story of obvious abuse, but no one else seemed to notice anything wrong. She vowed to speak with his grandmother at some point. After dinner, she followed her classmates to the common room, and then to the girls dormitory. Harry had the bed farthest from the door, to the left of the window. Hermione's was on its right. Then Parvati and Lavenders' beds. She collapsed into the soft mattress, falling to sleep immediately due to her tiresome day. Welcome to Hogwarts.
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IAmOutOfIdeas: The Hogwarts Arc won't go on for incredibly long, I'm unsure of the word count at the moment, but it won't be a huge chunk. I still plan on having summer chapters for the Supernatural side.
TooBad69: Harry is still going to hunt, probably mostly outside of Hogwarts but I can see a few cases inside as well. It will probably follow a mix of both, and keep in mind that Harry is good at the magic that she's been learning on her own, but different fields that maybe don't hold up so well under her theory of intent as she knows it right now will probably be a struggle for her.
MacrotheAcro: Good suggestions, but I already know which ghost she's going to exorcise first. And I think she would probably view Peeves as an acceptable sort of poltergeist, as long as he doesn't get in her way or cause serious harm.
MagicalCatgirl68: I'm unsure of future ships, but I don't know if she'd crush on Sam or Dean. It's a possibility, but I haven't finalised everything yet. To your second question, I did set up Harry's character to interact with them eventually, I'm just unsure if it will be during the Hogwarts Arc or later on in the story.