Son of a Witch

You're a wizard Dean

It wasfive pm when Neville Longbottom appeared out of thin air. The wizardblinked, because seconds ago he has been at Hogwarts and now he stoodin the run-down suburbs of Skipton, a small town in central England.He walked through the thin snow, his robe swinging in the freshbreeze. It was not as cold as in Hogwarts, though, up in themountains and never to be found by the ones whose houses Neville waspassing by.

TheWizard approached at his destination, a small house with a brokenfence, a poor but dense roof and a sign almost impossible to read: WNCH ST R

Alittle excited, because this was the first time he did this, Nevilleknocked at the door.

WhenDean Winchester woke this morning, it wasn't a gentle waking. Howeveryou like to describe the process of your little brother slamming intoyou.

"Dean,Dean, guess what day it is!" Dean wondered how Sam had that muchenergy this early in the morning.

"Sammy,can't you be quiet? It's Saturday, I wanna sleep in."

"It'squarter to nine."

"Exactly.That's why you shut up now and I go back to sleep." Dean attemptedto pull his cushion over his head, but his younger brother snatchedit away.

"Onlywhen you guess what date it is!"

Deangroaned, tired of Sam's little game, until he realized the date. Itwas the twenty-forth of January 2009, his eleventh birthday. Therewas nothing keeping him in bed now.

Afterhe had a quick cereal breakfast, Sam handed him a bad patched up ..something. It looked a bit like... a gift, really? "You didn't haveto -", he started. "But I wanted to.", Sam interrupted him.

Deandidn't bother long with the old newspaper his gift has wrapped into,he just ripped it open. In the packet was a necklace, a golden headof a long forgotten pagan-god attached to a simple string. It hadit's eyes closed, two horns and a spiral on the forehead.

"Theold man at the store said it had powers..", Sam stated awkwardlywhile the older boy pulled the necklace over his head. "Thank youSam, I love it." Dean pulled his brother into a hug. "Happybirthday Dean."

Theyspent most of the day outside, enjoying the snow fallen over night.For lunch, Dean cooked them spaghetti. The two of them had a seriouspillow fight when their dad came home from work. Soon all threeWinchesters were playing poker. Dean was winning again when theresuddenly was a knock at the door.

Samran to open it, happy for a break from losing all his sweets to Dean.Even if it was his brother's birthday and they would share anyway.

Whenthe boy opened the door, his eye caught the strangest man he had everseen. He was about as tall as his father and wore a freakin' robe!Weird enough, there was also a wizard hat on his dark hair.

"Hellopaw,", the strange man said, "My name is Professor Longbottom.I'm looking for Dean Winchester."

Inthis very moment, Sam's dad shouted from the living room: "Sam,whose there? If he tries to sell you something, tell him we don'tneed any of his stuff!"

Samshouted back: "Here is a weird man. He's lookin' for Dean. Sayshe's a professor."

Theman in the robe – Professor Longbottom -, Sam remembered,simply smiled at him and asked: "May I come in then?" Sam nodded,to busy with starring at his robe and hat to say another word.

Nevillefollowed the kid with the shaggy hair into a small living room. Thefurniture seemed old and didn't match, but the room still lookedcomfortable. A man was raising from the armchair.