Hell's Half Acre (hells_half_acre) wrote,
Hell's Half Acre

Fic: Vile Violent Vacations 11/30 (SPN/HP) Gen, PG-13

Title: Vile Violent Vacations 11/30
Author: hells_half_acre 
Fandoms: Harry Potter, Supernatural
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Genre: Gen
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 | 8 | 9 | 10

Summary: In which the Winchesters take a trip to King's Cross

Additional AN: A day early, because I'm busy traveling tomorrow. Next week will be back to regularly scheduled Wednesdays!

The Winchesters were once again already awake when Harry got downstairs the next morning. Dean had the door open to his and Sam’s bedroom and an assortment of guns lay out on Sam’s oversized bed. Harry waved a good morning at him as he walked by. Sam was in the kitchen with the stack of incident reports and his notebook.

“Morning, Sam,” Harry said, “Sleep well?”

“Uh, sure,” Sam responded. “We finished going over all the supernatural occurrences, and they are definitely isolated incidents that aren’t at all connected with the apocalypse. It also looks as though whatever is causing these events is targeting wizards specifically – now, we still haven’t figured out what the connection between the victims is, but there’s got to be something we’re overlooking. Maybe if we get a look at-“

“Sam,” Harry sighed. “Is today Monday? Am I at work?”

“Um, no?” Sam replied.

“Then, can we just...leave it for a bit?” Harry asked. “Let me have a coffee. Let me drop my kid off at the train. Let me show you and your brother around a bit...and we’ll take this all up on Monday, I promise – once we’re at the office and I’ve got Ron there and I’m being paid to deal with bad news...”

“I guess,” Sam said. “Sorry, we just-”

“Work at a different pace,” Harry finished. “I know, Sam. But the incidents don’t appear to be escalating, we have time.”

“You don’t know that,” Sam muttered, but Harry didn’t bother answering, since Ginny and the kids chose that moment to all come into the kitchen with Teddy following sleepily behind, his hair mostly turquoise.

“Dean said you wouldn’t let me play with guns,” Teddy yawned at Harry. Sam quickly cleared the incident reports and his notebook off the table as Ginny got everyone into their seats.

“And he’s right, Teddy,” Harry confirmed. “Sam, why don’t you go tell Dean that breakfast will be ready in about twenty minutes. I’ll make pancakes.”

“Sure thing,” Sam said, and slipped out of the room.


Sam put away the guns while Dean showered, then they both made their way downstairs for breakfast. It was much less chaotic than the day before, but that was mainly because James and Albus’ attention was fixed on Teddy as Teddy rambled on about his school. Soon, they were all leaving the house to head to King’s Cross station, where, Harry told them, Teddy was to catch a train to Hogwarts. Harry and Ginny led the way - Ginny holding Lily and Harry held Albus, while Teddy held onto James’ hand and followed behind. Dean and Sam carried Teddy’s trunk for him and brought up the rear. Sam tried to imagine his own Dad letting him go to a boarding school from the ages of eleven to seventeen, and couldn’t picture it at all. Dean laughed mirthlessly when Sam mentioned the thought.

“Bet you would have liked that though,” Dean said, adjusting his grip on the trunk. “Some fancy boarding school, somewhere far away from us.”

Sam frowned, but considered it.

“Yeah, probably,” Sam shrugged, thinking back on how miserable he’d been as a teenager, constantly being shipped from one school to another.

“Teddy, keep yourself still from here on please,” Harry said from in front of them, and Sam realized they were coming up a busy subway entrance. Teddy nodded and Sam wondered what the kid looked like naturally, because his hair and eyes, and even skin tone suddenly made him look quite ordinary. Even though he hadn’t changed his appearance that much, he suddenly seemed much different from the excited, happy, interesting kid at breakfast. Now, he appeared boring, with nothing about him to draw the eye at all.

“Kid’s good,” Dean muttered.

“Stay close to me,” Harry said, “keep hold of your-... James’ hand.”

They got on the subway without problem, all Harry’s kids wide-eyed and excited about the trip. Even Teddy was looking around like the whole thing was a special treat.

When they got to King’s Cross, they made their way to the train platforms. Harry led them right to platform 9, and then they all stopped next to a wide brick pillar.

“Do you remember the tree in Boston Common?” Harry asked them.

Sam thought back to the previous year, how they had walked through a tree in order to get to the American Ministry of Magic.

“Yeah,” Dean answered.

“Good,” Harry said. “Dean, hold Teddy’s hand. He’ll take you through. Sam, just keep hold of your end of the trunk and you should be able to pass through as well.”

Dean reached his free hand out, and engulfed Teddy’s small hand with it. Then Teddy turned with a smile and disappeared into the wall of brick.

“Holy-” Dean said, but the rest was cut off as he too disappeared, and half the trunk with him. Sam was a little distracted by how weird it all looked, until he felt a sharp tug from Dean’s end of the trunk, and he found himself stumbling forward and closing his eyes out of reflex.

“You have to step out of the way now so that Harry can come in,” Sam heard Teddy’s voice say, and he opened his eyes to find himself in a very different looking station. He stepped to the side where Teddy directed them, just as Harry and Ginny stepped out of the wall with the three youngest children in tow.

It was just like the station they had just come from, only filled with steam, and somewhat older looking. Dominating Sam’s field of vision was a huge red and black old fashioned train with the words Hogwarts Express boldly written on it. There were a few people on the platform saying goodbye to their children, all teenagers of varying ages. Some of the people were dressed normally; others wore weird robes and garish outfits that seemed to belong more in children’s stories than as something you would actually see.

“How can this possibly exist?” Sam asked the air.

“Pretty cool, yeah?” Teddy answered, his hair turning turquoise and his eyes suddenly swimming with life and colour.

“Yeah, really cool, kid,” Dean said.

“It exists simultaneously with what we saw before we passed through the barrier,” Harry answered Sam’s question with a smile. “It’s extremely complex spell work, of course, to have a hidden layer to reality.”

“Andrew!” Teddy yelled across the platform, and a Sam watched as a boy with two of the more normal looking parents turned their way. He’s face lighting up with a grin as he saw Teddy.

“Teddy, why don’t you introduce Sam and Dean to your friend,” Harry said with a smile, then he turned to Sam and Dean “You guys can just leave the trunk here for now. We’re going to wait on Bill and Victoire.”

Sam and Dean both followed Teddy over to the other boy. Teddy introduced them as friends of his godfather, and the boy's eyes got slightly wide. They introduced themselves to the boy’s parents, who promptly picked up on their accents and asked them how they were enjoying their visit to England.

After the small talk, Teddy waved over another friend named Ignatius, whose parents were dressed like people who would name their kid Ignatius...or maybe Fairy-Moon. This time it was the parents’ eyes that widened when Teddy introduced Sam and Dean as friends of his godfather. Before they could be subjected to another round of small talk about whether they were in town for business or pleasure. Teddy spotted Victoire and Bill and dragged Sam and Dean back over to where they stood with Harry.

“Andrew’s parents are Muggles, like you,” Teddy said as they walked back towards where Harry and Bill stood talking. “But Iggy’s parents are both Wizards. We share a dorm with another boy named Nathan and-”

“Hi Teddy,” Victoire interrupted.

“Hello Sam, Dean,” Bill greeted. “What do you think of our train?”

“Bit old fashioned, isn’t it?” Dean said with a small smile. Bill’s brow furrowed a bit in confusion, but Harry laughed.

“Well, that’s wizards for you,” Harry said. Then Harry knelt down next to James and Albus and addressed them. “Ok boys, Teddy has to get on the train now. Time to say goodbye.”

Sam watched as both James and Albus looked at Teddy with extremely round sad eyes, before launching themselves at him and hugging his middle . Teddy’s laugh was full of affection.

“I’ll miss you too,” Teddy said, patting each of them on the back.

Lily clued into the fact that Teddy was going somewhere, and just as Teddy pried James and Albus off of his legs, Lily was reaching for him from Ginny’s arms. So Teddy gave her a quick hug and a kiss on the forehead.

“Ok, my turn,” Harry said, and then hugged Teddy himself. “Have a good trip to Hogwarts. I love you.”

“Da-! Stop it, Harry,” Teddy said, squirming away with a pointed look towards where Vicki was saying goodbye to her father, and a glance at Sam and Dean. “You’re embarrassing me.”

“I didn’t see or hear anything,” Dean said, then started whistling and looking up at the ceiling. Sam tried to hide his smile and made a point to look back over at the train, before he looked back at Harry and Teddy.

“Alright, sorry,” Harry rolled his eyes and let Teddy go. “Go on then, I think your friends are waiting.”

“It was nice to meet you Dean and Sam,” Teddy said, stepping back from Harry and looking a little less annoyed. “I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay.”

“Nice to meet you too, kid,” Dean said, then cast a glance at Harry. “But I think we might be coming up to your school sometime soon, so we’ll probably see you again.”

“Really?” Teddy turned wide excited eyes towards Harry.

“I’ll be in touch with your Head Mistress, yes,” Harry said. “If she agrees-“

“She’ll agree,” Teddy smiled. “She always agrees with you.”

“That’s because she likes me best,” Harry said, with a smile.

The train gave a whistle, and Teddy and Victoire’s heads both snapped towards it.

“Go on then,” Harry said. “Love you.”

Harry,” Teddy said, then seemed to take pity on his godfather, because he said “I’ll write you tomorrow, alright?”

Harry smiled. Teddy grabbed his trunk by one handle and dragged it over to a nearby porter, who tossed it into a baggage car.

“Au revoir, Papa,” Victoire said, “Goodbye Uncle Harry, Aunt Ginny.”

“Au revoir, Victoire!” Harry and Ginny both waved.

Sam stood back as Harry and his family waved to the train as it left the station like many of the other parents were doing. There seemed to be a collective sigh into silence as the train rounded a corner and disappeared from view, then slowly the platform was filled with soft chatter again.

“Ok, guys,” Harry said. “Are you ready to see the heart of Wizard London?”

Sam took a look around the emptying train station, knowing that on the other side of the pillar there were modern trains and civilians arriving and departing, and none of them even know that they were standing in a place where the physical plane had been split in two...

“I have a feeling it’s definitely something I’d like to see.”


Dean smoothed over Bill’s confusion over why they didn’t just apparate to the diagonal-place, by claiming that he would probably vomit if they did. It was a half-truth, and hurt Dean’s pride a bit, but it was better than explaining that his brother was some sort of freak. Sam had told him last night that he had let slip to Bill that he might not be exactly normal – Dean had been sure to whack him in the head for being an idiot – but having a vague notion of ‘not normal’ and knowing that someone specifically had demon-blood inside them were two different things.

Harry and Bill helped Ginny apparate home with the kids, and then the four men made their way back through the streets of London. Eventually, coming to a stop outside a very shady looking place called The Leaky Cauldron.

“It’s just through here,” Harry said. “Welcome to Wizard London.”

Harry opened the door and they walked into the darkened bar. It looked just as shady on the inside as it had on the outside, only Dean realized that despite the darkness, it was clean – and it also had a fair number of people in it for a Sunday. Not only that, it had a fair number of people dressed extremely strangely for a Sunday. Some were actually wearing pointy hats.

As soon as they were in the door, all eyes in the place glanced towards them, and Dean could hear the low whispers of ‘Harry Potter’ and ‘who’s he with?’ Dean glanced at Harry, but he didn’t seem phased in the slightest. He caught Bill rolling his eyes though, and Dean realized that this level of attention was probably normal – that this is what it was like to hang out with a celebrity.

“Hi Hannah!” Harry called to the barkeeper with a smile, as he made his way over to her. Dean, Sam and Bill followed close behind.

“Hello Harry, hello Bill,” Hannah greeted. Dean was sure to give her a smile when her eyes racked over him and Sam. “What’s the official story on these two fine lads, then?”

“Experts,” Harry answered with a smile, “from America. I’ve asked them here to help with the recent problems.”

Dean watched as Hannah smile slipped at the mention of the ‘recent problems.’ Her gaze returned to him and Sam, this time more assessing. Then the smile returned to her face and she reached out a hand in greeting.

“They’ll just be going by their first names, while they’re here,” Harry continued. “Sam and Dean, I’d like you to meet Hannah Abbott.”

“Nice to meet you,” Dean greeted, shaking her offered hand.

“Abbott?” Sam asked, “any relation-”

“My father,” Hannah answered cutting Sam off. “He was attacked by a ghost in November.”

“Is he alright?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, stayed overnight in St. Mungo’s, and then drove me mad for a week staying at my apartment, while Harry’s team made his house safe again,” Hannah answered, but Dean could tell that she had been genuinely worried and cared deeply for her father. “He certainly didn’t need that experience – his life’s been hard enough, I think.”

“Well, that’s why we’re here – to make sure it doesn’t happen to anyone else,” Dean smiled, and was rewarded with another smile from Hannah.

“Good to hear,” Hannah said, then gave Harry a wicked smile, “now then, I’ve got the official story – what’s the unofficial story?”

Dean watched as Harry returned Hannah’s smile, and then motioned for her to bend over the bar. He then leaned over and whispered into her ear. Dean watched as Hannah’s smile slipped off her face, as her eyes widened and looked over at Dean and Sam with yet another reappraisal, and perhaps a hint of fear. Dean saw Bill give Hannah a nod out of the corner of his eye.

“You’re mad,” Hannah all but breathed once Harry pulled away.

“Experts, Hannah,” Harry said, “I need you to have my back on this one.”

“You know that’s never in question, Harry,” Hannah said, the smile returning to her face.

“Thanks,” Harry said. “Bill and I are showing them Diagon Alley today – so we’d best be off.”

“Have fun then,” Hannah said. “It was nice to meet you, Sam, Dean.”

“Nice to meet you too,” Sam said, as Dean gave her a nod and a smile.

Harry led them through a back door into a shady cramped alley. Dean wanted to ask why they were in a dirty alley, but Sam seemed to have other questions.

“So, I take it you told her we were Hunters?” Sam said, once the door was shut behind them.

“Yeah,” Harry said, “had to.”

“Hannah and Harry have a deal,” Bill explained. “She keeps tabs on conversations for him - let’s him know what rumours are going ‘round. In exchange, he tells her what’s true and what’s false. She encourages the rumours that Harry wants encouraged, and discourages the ones that he doesn’t like.”

Dean nodded. It was smart – Hannah was basically a plant, someone that Harry could use to control public opinion and knowledge. It suddenly occurred to Dean that Harry was not only powerful because of his celebrity war-hero status. He was also powerful because he was...well, powerful. That still didn’t explain why they were in a dirty alley though.

“So, um, why are we standing in a dirty alley?” Dean said. “I could see one of these in America, thanks.”

Harry and Bill both laughed, then Harry pulled his wand out of his pocket.

“Ready?” Harry asked. Dean and Sam glanced at each other and then nodded. Harry tapped one of the bricks lightly with his wand, and then the wall started to move.

Dean couldn’t help the instinctual rush of adrenaline that came when the bricks began to shift. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sam shift on his feet and knew he felt the same way. Slowly, the wall turned into an archway, and Dean could see a narrow street with leaning old buildings, and several people making their way down the cobblestones.

“Welcome to Diagon Alley,” Harry said, and then stepped through the archway into the street. Dean walked through after him, feeling Sam at his heels. As they walked up the street, he could see what looked like a pet store, a bookstore, a shop selling brooms...he could also see how people noticed them. He and Sam were used to blending into crowds, but it seemed walking beside Harry was like wearing a neon sign. No one was exactly subtle with their curious looks and whispers to one another either.

“…Ollivanders sells wands,” Harry was saying, and Dean realized that Harry was now walking beside Sam, narrating the shops. “Gringotts is the building at the end of the street – the bank.”

“It’s technically where I work,” Bill said, “though I’m in the field a lot.”

“And over here,” Harry said with a smile, “is Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes!”

They turned a small corner and came to a particularly spectacular shop. There moving displays in the windows, and on top of the storefront name there was the figure of a man’s head with a top hat on. He had an arm raised to lift his hat, and every second time he did so, there was a rabbit under it. Dean smiled.

“Check it out Sammy,” Dean said. “Man, you would have gone crazy over this when you were thirteen.”

“It was a phase, Dean,” Sam said, but Dean could tell that he wasn’t as annoyed as he wanted Dean to believe.

“Come on,” Bill said hurrying towards the door, “we’ll introduce you to George. He’s been wanting to meet you.”

Chapter 12
Tags: crossover, demented'verse, fic, harry potter, season 5

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