Fem Harry Potter is thrown into the world of supernatural by unknown forces, she stumbles upon a group of odd men two brothers and an apparent angel and demon... did I mention Death is like an older more snarky version of Snape? the life of a Potter is never dull.

Random Drabble number two

Cynthia didn't know what she was doing tied to a chair while being interrogated by blokes with American accents or how she got in this position in the first place but she knew that it wasn't her own doing it never was. Ever since she had united and destroyed the Hallows strange or rather stranger things had started to happen to her.

She had been on a recon mission in Italy when she got hit with a vicious spell, that tore the skin and flesh from her shoulder splattering blood and chunks of her shoulder across the field as she ducked around a corner. Her breathing was laboured and the pain made her want to cry out, but she didn't whether it was because she had been dealt worse or her adrenaline she couldn't tell, her eyes were glued to the gory sight her left side made. She grimaced it was gonna be a hell of a fix when she got back to HQ, then she felt the strangest sensation, it felt sort of like pins and needles only less irritating and more fuzzy or tingly. Her bottle-green eyes widened unbelieving of what they were seeing, her torn muscles and shredded skin regrew before her very eyes knitting itself back together within minutes of the incident she could vaguely hear the cursing of her assailant as they neared her cover. Most likely believing her to be dead or dying.

Oddly enough her shoulder miraculously healing wasn't the strangest thing to happen that day. She stood face to face with the Wizard she was sent to rescue (which turned out to be an elaborate hoax to rid the British Ministry of her) only he couldn't see her. Which admittedly ticked her off a wee bit, sure she was shorter than him only coming up to his nose but she wasn't goddamned invisible! At least she thought, then the strange fuzzy tingle sensation was back and she felt a near unfamiliar coarse wood beneath her palm. Not thinking twice she jabbed the, what she assumed was a wand, at his face practically hissing the incantation for the childish spell she often used when people ticked her off. It was one she picked up from her friend's sister and brief fling Ginny. The bat Boogey hex, just as expected green bat-shaped slimy animate objects started to fly from the now very fearful wizards nose. He let loose a scream as he tripped backwards his eyes darting around wildly for what or where the spell came from. Finding nothing he scrambled to his feet, though, not before Cynthia used a more vicious curse on him for deeming it fit to ignore her presence. The mans blood-curdling scream could be heard for miles as a red patch began to form between his legs, his eyes rolled back in his head from the unbearable pain of having his genitalia forcefully removed without being cauterised straight afterwards. Though that may hurt just as much without pain-numbing potions.

It had been a few seconds before she cauterized the wound before she hogtied him and dumped him with the other rogue Aurors that had turned on her. She felt as if she were wearing some kind of silky smooth cloak when she searched them for a contract or something else that was incriminating or useful in her no doubt upcoming trial for downing fellow Aurors even if they were rogues. Sometimes she wished the war hadn't started but could never hold to that thought knowing that going against the natural order was wrong, having come back from the dead once before wars were fought to bring peace or rain chaos in tyranny. She wondered if it would have been easier to let go then.

As she mulled over her morbid memories of war her skin felt as if water had been dumped on her and was running along her skin, a feeling she only connected to her invisibility cloak or rather The Cloak of Invisibility and didn't that just steal her attention back to the present as she peered down at her arms and sure enough the shimmering watery material of the Hallow was cloaking her skin. A sense of dread filled her when she remembered the wand appearing in her grip suddenly and so she removed the cloak and paused her eyes glazing over as if in a trance. It was as she feared the Hallows had reformed she thought bitterly as she felt the cold metal of the golden band with the black stone embedded ring appear on her right index finger.

"Merlin why me?" she begged no one in particular. She was on her knees in the dirt staring off into the horizon that held a sinking sun in it. That was when it went even further downhill as she felt the dreadfully familiar tug from behind her navel, the sign a portkey had been activated. Her world disappeared in a swirl of darkness as unconsciousness gripped her tightly into its silent embrace.

She could hear people talking and immediately tensed before relaxing her shoulders to mimic still being unconscious as she listened in. It was one of the first things drilled into her during her Auror training playing possum it was one of the many skills that went along with the Madeye Moody Constant Vigilance programme made in honour of the paranoid man it had been named for.

"...It didn't work, she's obviously not Death..." a deep and annoyed sounding voice spoke. She internally rolled her eyes at the man, Death didn't actually have a physical body, of course, she wasn't bloody Death. Then she recalled the story of the Hallows and what had happened before she lost consciousness and accidentally groaned aloud.

"Shh, I think she's waking up..." another deep but somehow softer voice cut the other one-off no doubt both were male. "Hey I know you can hear us, we'd uh just uh... C'mon dude help me out here." captor number two said stumbling over his words as he did so, sighing she opened her eyes only for them to be assaulted by the brightness of the light where ever she was.

Cynthia blinked it away and came face to face with a roughly handsome man with short dirt blond hair and green eyes, though not nearly as green as her own. Her nose scrunched up at the atrocious clothing he was wearing in addition to the bad alcohol smell he reeked of something he seemed to notice as his eyes narrowed and his face was no longer inches from her own. Why he was that close to her face she didn't care to know.

She glared at him and momentarily forgot about her current predicament, of being tied down, and tried to get up. Only to discover her hands were tied behind her back making it too awkward for her to be able to use her wand if it came to it. Having only become half decent with wandless magic during her time after the war.

"Look, sweetheart, we just wanna know where the hell you came from and what you're doing here." The shorter of the two men in denim said as he eyed her up and down apple green eyes lingering a little longer than was appropriate on her chest.

Something she wouldn't ignore and hated about most men. Snarling she flicked her blood-red hair out of her eyes spitting in his face. "Why should I tell you?! You bloody pig! I'd sooner castrate you than tell you anything!" her tone told both men that if she were free she'd be doing just that.

Both men shifted uncomfortably at that announcement subconsciously covering their jewels. She smirked in victory at that, then chuckled as she recalled not too long ago having done just that to some no-name decoy for simply ignoring her. An action that didn't go unnoticed by the denim-clad monstrosities causing them to shiver slightly at the cold amusing tone it had taken.

The half-giant or taller one cleared his throat awkwardly and stepped forward as the other backed off wiping his face with the back of his hand. "... Right... Uh... look... I and my brother just want to know... why you're here... and if you know anything about the horseman Death..." He started delicately looking for the right words to use.

Cynthia merely raised a sharp eyebrow at him her eyes narrowed in thought as she mulled over his words. They seemed pretty serious about the whole Death thing as if they genuinely believed the entity had a physical manifestation. She was very sceptical about the whole thing, though by their accents she could tell she wasn't in her neck of the woods anymore. Slowly she nodded and the denim half-giants released some of the tension from their shoulders. "Alright, I'll tell you what I know..."

The shorter one stepped in again "But..." he said obviously knowing she had more to say.

She scoffed at him keeping her eyes on the mop-headed one. "But... first I want you to release me and return my things. I know you have them." She finished with narrowed eyes straightening up as much as she could in the uncomfortable chair.

"Deal." "No.," they said at the same time before glaring at each other.

Huffing she rolled her eyes, they looked to have done this a lot. If she had to guess she would say they were related somehow, brothers maybe. Then felt like facepalming when the taller one's words rang in her head 'my brother and I' they were brothers Merlin she felt tired. She didn't notice they had stopped arguing when she yawned.

The giant midget spoke up again "We're no releasing you... look we can do this the easy way or we can do this my way." he said with a vindictive grin.

Her smile was just as savage as she spat back "Do your worst. I won't give you anything."

His smile fell not expecting that in the least. "How about your name then sweetheart?"

"Flirting with a captive, are we? Well, now I'm even more obliged to not tell you now. Release me" she said with as much venom as she could muster in her exhausted state.

Her eyes glowed brighter and she felt her binds slacken just as the denim giants jaws did. She stood gracefully her red custom Auror robes swishing as she stretched. "Oh, that feels so much better. I don't suppose that was either of you?" she questioned stepping out if the weird runic circle drawn on the ground much to their building shock.

"B-but... what? How di..."

"What are you? 'Cause you sure as Hell, ain't human." Shorty with a temper snarled pointing a what she assumed to be a muggle gun at her. Merlin, sometimes she hated how behind the times Magical Britain was.

Her eyes narrowed again as she moved further from the horridly uncomfortable chair and she began circling the two giants. They eyed her warily weapons still aimed at her, though both seemed very reluctant to shoot her. She stopped directly in front of them nodding to herself, she threaded her hand through her hair out of habit. "Alright then as agreed I'll tell you my name in return you tell me yours and we'll go from there. My name is Hyacinth Potter but I go by Cynthia or if you're going for codenames its Azrael. Now I believe it's your turn." Cynthia said with a slight upward tilt of her lips.

Mop-head went first his smile was blinding almost, and where his brother had roguish good looks he was more divilishly handsome. His multicoloured eyes holding a well-hidden pain much like his brother "I'm Sam Winchester this is my brother Dean. I don't suppose Azrael is for the angel of death, is it?"

Dean frowned at his brother when he said that before returning his attention back to Cynthia. "Well sweetheart, you got our names now tell us what you know about Death." he griped.

She shrugged with a smile, "Apart from being nicknamed after the angel of death, I don't actually know much about the horseman himself." she admitted her eyes dancing with playfulness.

"Are all brits this annoying?" Dean asked with a bite his eye twitching irately.

She tilted her head and blinked at him, "I could ask you the same but I already know the answer to that." she said before hopping back on topic and turning to Sam. "Now that I've told you what I know can I have my things back please I actually have places to be you know."

He shifted uncomfortably before he could answer though someone else entered the room. The new arrival was an older man probably their father or maybe a close acquaintance? Cynthia thought as she scrutinized the old man.

His voice was gruff and held irritation as he spoke to them. "What've you Bloody Idjits brought here now? It's not a demon is it or God bloody forbid another angel."

Cynthia's gaze hardened when he referred to her as an it. Her tone no longer holding a fraction of the warmth it held previously it was fridged and her eyes glowed menacingly as she advanced on the now very wary old man, who had taken a step or two backwards. "Listen here, old man. I didn't choose to come here and be tied to some dreadful chair, or be interrogated by these denim-clad morons. But I could have dealt with that fine, I've been tortured before. Though I cannot stand for being disrespected I am a woman not it. I don't know what demons or angel crap you're talking about but I suggest you think before you let shit fall out of your mouth. You may just end up insulting the wrong person..." the vicious smile was back and the tingly sensation returned as well she itched to do to the man what she had done to the wizard.

Dean and Sam shared a look before they nodded and Dean shot her in the head. But it didn't make contact instead it bounced off an invisible shield. "Shit." he cursed as she rounded on them the building began to shake with her rage. "Sammy, remind me to never piss her off again..."

Sam paused to give his brother an incredulous look that said 'really?'. Cynthia's creepy laugh from before returned and all three men shivered.

"You know boys..." she drawled with a gleeful glint in her, previously bottle green, now glowing emerald eyes. "Not long before I wound up here, I incapacitated three fully capable hit wizards and castrated one ignorant Auror, and you wanna know something? I enjoyed it," none of them could move their bodies frozen as if they were petrified, which was very likely with how much magic Cynthia was exerting. "They tried to kill me just like you did now, I was fine with my life. Had a beautiful godson and a great position in a regular job, then they took that from me. I found Teddy in a bloody heap next to his grandmother he was barely seven years old and they killed him because of his father's unfortunate curse, then they turned my friends on me and sent me off on a wild goose chase where they thought to off me. I enjoyed hearing them plead for death because they deserved it. Now tell me do you not deserve the same?" Her voice somehow reverting back to a calm but devoid of any emotion tone and her anger seemed to have abated as the house stopped shaking as if it were in an earthquake.

Sam cleared his throat gaining her immediate attention and swallowed audibly. "I...Uh... I-I apologise... for uh..."

An eyebrow rose "Why? So far only you haven't offended me. You treat me as if I am an equal, you do not presume to know me or harm me. It is the two of them that should be apologising. I am very far from home if I am in fact in America. But I have no desire to return there either after their latest stunt. Please, Sam was it? Take a seat." She said evenly the elder wand appearing in her hand and with a flick of her wrist, he was unfrozen and seated in a comfy recliner.

Their eyes were all wide at the blatant display of power. Sam stuttered out a thank you from his seat his shoulders were tense and his back was ramrod straight. She rolled her eyes at him waving it off. "I'll just assume that the three of you are muggles that have no clue about the Magical world." Getting blank yet suspicious stares in return she nodded satisfied and continued "I am what would be called a Witch the female term for Wizard. Born with what is known as a magical core that is closely entwined with one's soul; there are as far as I know four kinds of Magical classes. Or what Wizards refer to as the superior breed of humans. You would be what is known as a Muggleborn I can practically feel the magic radiating from you Sam.

"A muggleborn or first-gen is what Wizards call those who don't typically have magic in their family and are the first of their families generation of Wizards, born to people who don't have magic, which is what we call muggles thus the name muggleborn.

"Next up are Squibs, or what many Purebloods would call the disgraced, it is when a child is born without magic when their parents both were born with magic, it is typically theorised that it occurs because of the lack of new blood in the mostly inbred lines; That is where the Pure-blood come in if you haven't already guessed it is when your parents and grandparents were born with magic, or are just inbred I'll not go into the details of it.

"Last and most importantly are the Half-Bloods who arguably have the strongest connection to magic not having the taint of over inbreeding with the addition of a muggle or muggle-borns new blood. Of corse, there are other types of Half-Bloods ones where inter-species relations come into play... but I shall not venture down that path for various reasons..." they all shivered lightly at the implications as she trailed off, they jumped when she clapped her hands. "Right-o then! Any questions?" She said much more cheerfully than she had started, slightly disturbing them.

Dean huffed and glared at her "Yeah, I got one, Witch. What one are you?" he spat nit letting up his glare when his admittedly fascinated brother gave him what Cynthia would call a Bitch-Face it seemed to have its own brand.

"I am a Half-Blood if it is not too bold of me to say. I am what is referred to as the Second coming of Merlin where one is on par or at least on the same level he had been and he was capable of the most amazing impossible feats of magic..." she said only for Dean to cut her off.

"WAIT! Merlin was real?!" He practically screamed.

She winced and glared at the shorter giant that was still stiff as a board next to the unnamed man. "Yes, he was real. And rumour has it his mother was a Succubus while his father was King's, king Arthurs fathers, court wizard."

"Wait a minute his mother was a demon bitch?!" he continues to screech.

Exhausted she slumped in her own chair and rolled her eyes tiredly. "Yes, and I won't repeat myself it is a rumour though. Now before I leave tell me, who is this man who angered me so?" she asked nodding in the unnamed man with a beards direction who had, thankfully, remained silently watching her from his spot near the door.

"The names Bobby, Bobby Singer," he said gruffly reminding her fondly of Madeye.

"Bobby short for Robert am I correct?" she asked remembering the name pop up in her aunt's tales.

He nodded slowly squinting at her. "You'd be correct in assuming that... how'd..."

A grin spread across her delicate features brightening up the cramped panic room. "Well, then Mr Singer I dare say I could call you, my great uncle, through my mother... Lily Evans."

He blinked at that and she released him too and he slumped on the chair she transfigured for him. Tears brimming in the corner of his eyes and the boys shared a confused look at that. "I-Little... Lily... I had heard she died in a gas explosion... I didn't... Petunia never said anything about a child..." he choked uncharacteristically.

Cynthia's eyes softened at that, "No she wouldn't have. She cut ties with plenty of people when she married that ghastly walrus, Vernon. I was sent to live with them after my parents were murdered. My godfather was framed and sent to Hell on Earth or Azkaban. While I was sent to my childhood equivalent, Durzkaban, I wasn't beaten or physically abused. But I was treated unfairly, my friends would have called it an understatement. I was raised to do their chores and forced to sleep in a broom cupboard under the stairs, I had been verbally abused since I was able to understand. I had thought for the longest time that my name was Freak, I only learned what it really was when I turned five and started school.

"Dudley, " Dean looked at his brother incredulously and mouthed the name to him with hairline raised eyebrows while Cynthia continued, "my cousin, had created a game called Harry hunting where he and his friends chased me from school to the place I lived, it had never been my home. If they caught me they would beat me up, a poor defenceless little girl, and taunt me. I thought it was normal, I was never allowed to go to church while my relatives called me the Devil spawn. They had even tried to have an exorcism done on me by a priest, thankfully the kind man saw not the freak they claimed me to be but instead, he saw the mentally scarred child no one else did and offered me sanctum in the church. But come morning the man forgot all about me. It wasn't till much later I learned it was because of the Wizards that wanted to use me... I'm sorry Mr Singer but I feel very faint you wouldn't happen to have a spare room would you?" She asked her distant relative unknowingly crying herself.

The man gave her a tired sad smile. "It's just Bobby Kiddo. And I'm sure if these Idjits share a room you could have John's old one. Thanks for sharing that... I..." He started but didn't really know how to finish as he made his way out of the panic room with herself and the brothers not far behind.

The Winchesters shared another silent conversation and agreed on helping the poor woman they sort of kidnapped.

Cynthia lay down under the scratchy blankets and drifted off into a deep sleep as soon as her eyes closed and her head hit the pillow.

Well, another nameless drabble that I probably won't ever continue... Maybe...