Fandoms: Harry Potter, Supernatural
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Warnings: Spoilers for all Harry Potter books, spoilers for Supernatural until 5x10.
Disclaimer: This is a transformative work of fiction for entertainment purposes only.
AN: Sequel to Damned Demented Demons and Bobby and Hermione - An Epistolary Fic . Updates every Wednesday (PST).
Previous Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7
Summary: In which the Winchesters meet a Metamorphmagus and more Weasleys
Sam worked steadily once Dean dropped off the reports. Dean hung around the shed with him for a bit, reading over the specs for the solar panel and looking over Sam’s shoulder. Eventually he made some excuse about checking on the car and disappeared.
Sam had been through half the ghost reports, and there were no civilian incidents that corresponded to the wizard ones. From what Sam could deduce, there actually hadn’t been an increase in Supernatural activity in Britain since the apocalypse. At first, he wondered if Harry was lying to them or something – but Sam had cross-referenced the names in the incident reports with the names in Harry’s other files and it seemed like these people existed, and lived where they lived, and the ghosts had all been legitimate too, as far as Sam could tell.
“Sammy,” Dean said opening the door. “Time to come in, man. People will be here soon. We can see that freaky fire thing again.”
“Hm,” Sam responded, picking up the report he was working on and staring down at the names.
“Sam?” Dean repeated. “Come on, you can pick it up again later.”
“Dean, this doesn’t make any sense. Why just go after Wizards?” Sam asked. Somewhere he registered Dean’s sigh as the door closed and Dean leaned over his shoulder to peer at the computer screen and Sam’s scribbled notes in the margins of the reports.
“How about you take me through it all tonight, ok?” Dean said. “Looks like you’ve only gone through a few of them anyway. We can check out the rest and then see what’s what, sound good?”
“But...” Sam said, gesturing to the reports as if they would clarify whatever he was trying to say.
“Sam,” Dean said, and yeah, Sam knew that tone – from more than one person at that.
“Yeah, ok. I’m coming,” Sam replied, and started to shut down the computer and modem as Harry had requested.
They entered the kitchen just as the fireplace flashed green. Sam had seen it a few times now, but he still found it unnerving to see people materialize out of the green fire. This time was truly bizarre, as instead of the fire settling into the shape of a person who calmly walked out – the fire hurtled a medium sized object out of it. Sam immediately realized it was a young boy, who lay sprawled out on the small rug in front of the fireplace for only a second before laughing and springing to his feet.
“We really have to work on those landings, Teddy,” Harry laughed, as the boy – Teddy – hurled himself into Harry’s arms with a huge smile on his face.
“Hi Harry!” Teddy exclaimed. Sam took a good look at the kid now that he was stationary. Sam didn’t know what he had been expecting Teddy to be like, but he wasn’t sure this was it. Teddy was skinny, with pale skin and nice looking face – kid probably wouldn’t be hurting for girls in a couple of years, even though he looked a bit bookish. His hair though, well that was something else. It was streaked in brown, jet black, and the impossible red that matched Ginny and Ron’s hair. Occasionally, there was also a streak of bubblegum pink and turquoise blue.
“Nice hair,” Harry said, ruffling it.
“Thanks!” Teddy replied, “I think I’ve got everyone, yeah?”
“Vicki’s coming too” Harry said, and Sam watched as Teddy made a face of concentration and some of the black in his hair turned almost white from the roots down. Sam glanced at Dean, who raised his eyebrows at him to say they were on the same page with this one.
Before they could say anything, the fireplace flashed green again and out stepped a very beautiful older woman pulling a very large trunk. Sam and Dean both immediately stepped forward.
“Let us help you with that, ma’am,” Sam said. The woman seemed to tense for a moment, and looked them over. Sam figured it was probably due to his height.
“Thank you,” the woman replied, but she didn’t relax as much as look vaguely amused before shaking her head.
“Told you,” Harry said with a wide smile. Sam shrugged at Dean’s questioning expression, and they each took a side of the trunk.
“Where do you want it?” Dean asked.
“Just tuck it in the corner there,” Harry said. Sam and Dean moved it the three feet to the corner, and made sure it was out of the way.
“Sam, Dean,” Harry said once they had turned back to the wizards. “I’d like you to meet Andromeda Tonks, and my godson Teddy Lupin. Andromeda, Teddy – Sam and Dean Winchester.”
“Nice to meet you,” Teddy said, stepping forward and offering his hand. Sam bent to shake it, and felt Dean move up beside him to grasp Andromeda’s hand as well.
“Likewise,” Sam and Dean echoed each other. “Harry’s told us a lot about you, Teddy,” Dean added.
“Yeah?” Teddy asked.
“Yup,” Dean confirmed, then winked “Said you were a rotten kid and he didn’t love you at all,” Sam glared at Dean, but then caught Teddy’s knowing smile.
“He did not,” Teddy said.
“Hmm, well, now that you mention it...” Dean replied, and pulled an exaggerated thinking face. “It could have possibly been the complete opposite of that.”
“Well he told me that you were a scaredy-cat and that he could beat you up easily,” Teddy laughed.
“Oh?” Dean said, “I think you’re confused. That only describes Sammy, here.”
Sam rolled his eyes and tried his best not to glare at his brother.
“He’s afraid of clowns,” Dean added in a stage whisper.
“Dean!” Sam said, losing the battle against not glaring. Teddy’s laughter echoed through the kitchen. Sam’s annoyance deflated when he caught the amused expressions on both Harry and Andromeda’s faces. He really wished Dean would stop using him to break the tension.
“Teddy!” Two children’s voices called out from the kitchen doorway, and James and Albus came running into the room at full speed towards Teddy, who immediately couched down so he could catch both of them.
“They heard a familiar laugh,” Ginny smiled from the doorway, with Lily resting on her hip.
“Hi guys!” Teddy said to the two young boys, then looked across the room at Lily with a softer smile, and added “Hello, Little Lily Luna” Lily smiled back and leaned forward in Ginny’s arms reaching for Teddy. Teddy slowly made his way over to her, James and Albus made it difficult by crowding around his legs and pulling on his jacket.
“Teddy! Daddy has friends!” James said. “We have to be quiet when they’re sleepin’ an’ they’re very big!”
“I know, James,” Teddy laughed, “I just met them.”
“Samdean,” Albus added quietly.
“Are you sleeping here too?” James asked. “Can you sleep in my room?”
“No me,” Albus argued.
“I’ll be sleeping in my own room,” Teddy said. Both of Harry’s boys pouted at that, but Teddy just laughed and pushed them towards the door. “Come on, I’ll play with you until Vicki gets here.”
“So, Harry tells me you two are Hunters,” Andromeda said once Teddy had left the kitchen.
“That’s right, ma’am,” Dean replied.
“And have you ever killed a witch?” She asked. Dean was nodding and looking vaguely disgusted, so Sam added answered quickly.
“Not your kind of witch,” Sam said. “Just, the uh...” He trailed off, trying to decided if ‘demon-worshipping bitches’ was too strong a term.
“The unnatural kind?” Andromeda finished for him, and yes, that sounded much more politically correct. Sam suddenly worried that all these years spending 24/7 with Dean were beginning to affect him.
“Skeevy kind, you mean,” Dean said. “It’s all baby-bones and sacrificial rabbits – and what did rabbits ever do to them, anyway? Demon-worshipping freaks.”
Sam coughed and kicked Dean in the ankle.
“Sorry, ma’am,” Sam said, “Uh, my brother...really doesn’t like the unnatural kind of witch.”
“I can see that,” Andromeda said, and her cold demeanour seemed to melt away into slight amusement.
The fireplace flashed green again, and Sam and Dean both turned as one to see who was stepping out now. This time, it was an older motherly-looking woman. Her wild red-hair left no doubt as to whose mother she was. Harry and Andromeda still stood closest to the fireplace, so they were the first to be swept up into hugs. Harry was then promptly fussed over, with exclamations that he’d always been far too skinny, and that he’d obviously been working too hard. Dean snorted a laugh at Harry’s attempts to placate the woman, but that only drew her attention over to Sam and Dean.
“Oh! You must be Dean and Sam,” She said, immediately walking over to them. “Ron’s told me so much about you, of course. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you in person ever since Harry mentioned you’d be coming.”
“Uh, nice to meet you...” Sam said, offering his hand.
“Oh of course!” She replied, “Introductions! I’m Molly Weasley, Ron and Ginny’s mum.”
“Dean,” Dean said, offering his hand to Molly after she had shook Sam’s.
“Now, you two look hungry and I do say, even more overworked than our Harry,” Molly announced, then turned back to Harry, “Harry dear, where’s Ginny? I need her to come help me bring over the pies.”
“I could help-“ Harry started to say, but Andromeda interrupted.
“Oh, nonsense, I’ll help. Ginny is probably busy with the children,” Andromeda said and the two women turned and made their way back to the fireplace, reached into the small pot on the mantel, and threw the dust in that made the fireplace turn green, then disappeared together.
“Wow, she’s a little overwhelming,” Dean started to say in the resulting quiet of the room.
“Wait until you meet Arthur,” Harry said. “He’s quite enthusiastic about-“
Harry was cut off by the fireplace turning green again. This time an older man in green robes, with the same fiery red hair stepped out. He smiled at Harry and then his eyes landed on Sam and Dean, and Sam could have sworn the man’s eyes actually twinkled.
“The Muggles!” He said, clasping his hands together in delight.
“Arthur,” Harry said with a smile, “I’d like you to meet Sam and Dean Winchester. Sam, Dean, Arthur Weasley, Ginny’s father.”
Arthur was over to them in two steps, shaking Dean’s and then Sam’s hand enthusiastically.
“Oh, it’s a pleasure to meet you!” Arthur said, “now, Harry tells me you two are Hunters –nasty business that, I’d love to hear how you got into it. Also, I hear you have an impressive automobile – tell me, what does a carbor-eater do?”
Sam really did not know how to respond to that. He glanced at Dean only to find that Dean was already looking at him with what must have been an equal expression of confusion on how to handle the situation.
“Uh, I think you mean carburetor,” Dean replied slowly.
“Arthur, honestly,” Molly said, and Sam wondered when exactly she had reappeared, “there will be plenty of time for all that stuff later.”
“Guys, why don’t you go tell Ginny her parents are here,” Harry said. “Maybe offer to watch Lily for a bit so she can come in and say hello.”
Sam shot Harry a grateful look, which was returned by a subtle wink, and he pulled Dean out of the room. They shut the kitchen door behind them and both took a deep breath.
“So, my parents have arrived then?” Ginny’s soft voice said from the doorway into the living room.
“Yes,” Sam answered. “We um...Harry said we should watch Lily while you say hello.”
“Smart man,” Ginny replied. She carefully handed Lily to Dean, and Sam waited to see if she’d cry, but she only stared wide-eyed at Dean as if he were some fantastic creature.
“Teddy’s playing with the boys, so you don’t need to worry about them so much,” Ginny said as she pointed behind her. “You can just hide out here while me and Harry give the 'Don’t Scare Our House-guests' speech to my parents.”
“Uh, thanks?” Sam answered as Ginny disappeared into the kitchen. He and Dean entered the living room to find Teddy instructing James and Albus on how to weave a toy train-track around the couch.
“We can get Dad to enchant it to run on its own after we build it,” Teddy was saying with an enthusiastic smile. He then spotted Sam and Dean in the doorway and blushed deeply. Sam watched as the more brilliant streaks of colour in Teddy’s hair faded a little.
“Cool train, guys!” Dean suddenly said, and Teddy smiled tentatively while his hair returned to his former wild colours.
Before Sam and Dean could sit down, there was a knock on the front door. Sam looked at Dean, thinking of how all the other wizards had arrived through the kitchen fireplace. Dean gave him a look back, shifting Lily on his lip and freeing his right hand. Sam nodded and raised a hand to hover over the small of his back, just in case, and then-
“Vicki’s here!” Teddy said, and squeezed between Sam and Dean as he ran to the door. Dean turned to hurry after him, and Sam quickly followed. They got to the front hall just as Teddy flung open the door.
Standing on the front stoop was a man and a little girl. The girl was extremely pretty with long blond hair, fair skin, and beautiful eyes. It wasn’t hard to guess why Teddy was so enthusiastic in greeting her. The man was tall and fit, with long red hair swept into a pony tail and one earring that looked like a fang of some sort. He’d be handsome, if it wasn’t for the scars that marred his face – though, if Sam thought about it, without the scars he’d look like an idiot hipster or something, with the scars he looked like someone that Sam thought they might actually get along with; especially since the scars looked like they were made by a large adult male werewolf.
“Hi Victoire! Hi Bill!” Teddy said, greeting the two and stepping back so that they could enter the house.
“Hello Ted,” Bill replied, then looked towards Sam and Dean. “Hello...”
“Oh, sorry...hello,” Sam said, offering his hand. “I’m Sam Winchester, this is my brother Dean.”
Sam turned to look at Dean, only to find him openly studying Bill’s face. Sam elbowed him.
“Pleased to meet you,” Dean said automatically, offering his hand as well, then pointed to the Bill’s scars. “Adult male werewolf? Fairly large, I’d say.”
Bill seemed taken aback, and Sam cringed. Teddy and Vicki were looking at them with wide-eyes. Bill didn’t seem offended though, just surprised.
“Yeah, didn’t bite me though,” Bill answered, “just made me look like even more of a bad-ass.”
“You kill ‘m?” Dean asked.
“Someone did, yeah” Bill answered.
“Good” Dean answered. Sam cleared his throat and gave Bill an apologetic smile.
“Sorry,” Sam said, “that was rude of us. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Everyone is in the kitchen getting dinner ready, we were just watching the kids for Harry.”
Bill laughed but Sam wasn’t sure what the joke had been. Teddy and Vicki seemed to take it as their cue to leave though, and they wandered off talking about school.
“What?” Dean asked.
“Nothing, sorry,” Bill said. “It’s just ... Harry,” he shook his head slowly in disbelief, “when he decides to trust someone, he really trusts them, you know?”
“I don’t-” Dean started to say, but Bill interrupted.
“Yes, I’m sure lots of Wizards meet Hunters and invite them over to their house and leave them alone with their children,” Bill answered, reaching over to pat Lily softly on the head. Lily smiled and then laid her head down sleepily on Dean’s shoulder.
“Oh,” Sam said, as if only then noticing that they were indeed alone with Harry’s children.
Behind them, the kitchen door opened and Ron came up the stairs holding Hugo, while Rose ran in front of him.
“Hey little brother,” Bill said with a smile and Sam watched Ron’s face light up.
“Hello Bill! You just get here too?” Ron asked.
“Took the tube from Diagon,” Bill answered. “We’re staying at the Leaky Cauldron tonight.”
“Excellent,” Ron said, “I see you’ve already met Dean and Sam.”
“I did, yeah,” Bill said.
“Harry told me you two were watching the kids,” Ron said, addressing Sam and Dean. Sam thought briefly that Ron had come out to keep an eye on them, but instead Ron just plunked Hugo down on the floor and added, “do you mind watching Hugo and Rose too? I’ll just be a minute.”
“Um, sure,” Dean responded before Sam could get his brain to work. Lily was now squirming in Dean’s arms, so he placed her down on the floor. She immediately tottered over to Hugo.
“Brilliant,” Ron said, “Mum and Dad are in the kitchen, Bill.”
Ron turned and re-entered the kitchen, and Bill threw them a wink before following him.
Sam turned slowly and surveyed the room. Teddy and Vicki were sitting on the couch, chatting about school friends and teachers and a train. James and Albus were still building the complex train track around the couch, but without Teddy’s constant instruction it had taken a weird detour under the coffee table - a fact which Rose didn’t seem to like at all, as she tried to change it only to have James angrily yank the pieces out of her hand whenever she moved anything. Hugo and Lily were sitting amongst a group of stuffed animals making incomprehensible noises that Sam could only assume were supposed to be words. They were officially the only adults in a room of seven wizard children.
“How’d we get stuck with the kids?” Sam asked Dean quietly.
“You’d rather go tell Harry's father-in-law about how mom burned on the ceiling?” Dean raised an eyebrow. Sam weighed the options.
“Maybe?” Sam answered, rubbing a hand on his jeans nervously. The last child he talked to was the anti-Christ, and that hadn’t gone particularly well for the poor kid.
“Well not me,” Dean replied, eyeing James, Albus and Rose, who were currently on the precipice of a fight. “Hey guys!” Dean called to them, “who wants to play horsey?!”
Three sets of eyes turned to them with interest, argument immediately forgotten, and Sam thought that maybe he could just stand back and let Dean handle this.
Then Dean threw him a wink and Sam realized that Dean had absolutely no intention of being the horse.