"Supernatural"/Harry Potter unfinished

[tigriswolf]

And here 'tis the last of the unfinisheds(for now).  I added a bit to the werewolf!Dean 'verse a few days ago, so I'll keep that one to myself for a while longer.

This one was started for lunardreamed, way back when.  I think I would have rewritten Harry Potter canon.  I never really had a plan in mind, at all, though I did work out the timeline issues.

            In early 1994 Remus Lupin received a visit from the headmaster of his alma mater, bearing grave and startling news.

            “Your older sister’s widower has just passed away, my dear boy,” Albus Dumbledore informed him, his blue eyes missing their usual twinkle. 

            “I had a sister?” Remus asked, handing Albus a cup of tea. 

            “Yes, you did.” Albus sighed. “She was a lovely girl. Older than you by six years, she had such potential…” He sipped the tea, studying Remus. “Your parents chose to send her away, to your father’s brother in America. She was raised a Muggle, her powers bound.” 

            “What was her name?” Remus sank down into a chair. “Why didn’t I ever know?”

            Albus’ smile was kind and sympathetic. “A Seer spoke a prophecy as your mother gave birth. When the Ministry heard of his words, they gave your parents a choice—send the child away or she would be destroyed. And so Maralyn Sceana Lupin was sent to America to become Mary Christina Nicholson. She was taken in by your uncle, a squib.”

            “Uncle Sebastian,” Remus said. “I’ve heard of him. Father never spoke of him much.”  

            Albus nodded. “He was the shame of your family. Ran off to the States the first chance he got, and never looked back.” Albus set down the saucer. “Your sister had two children before she died, Remus. Their father, John, has just died, as well, and they have no other family but you.”

            Remus stared at him. “Albus, surely you can’t mean…”

            “I do mean.” Albus’ eyes were solemn. “You have to take them in, my dear boy.”

            Remus continued staring at him. “I’m a werewolf, Albus. You really think the Ministry will let me keep two young children?”

            Albus smiled, and something dark peered out of his eyes. “They will.” 

            Remus slumped down. “I don’t have a choice, do I?”

            With a shake of his head, Albus said, “Not much of one, no.”

 

            Albus went with him; Remus was thankful for Albus’ presence. He hadn’t felt this nervous since he realized his friends had discovered his werewolfness. 

            The Ministry listened to Albus, gave Remus custody of his young nephews, despite protestations of his unsuitability. The minister, in particular, seemed against the idea; but Albus spoke eloquently, voice soft and compelling, and by the end of the meeting, Minister Fudge was practically waxing poetic about Remus’ good qualities.

            The boys—Dean the elder at fifteen, Sam ten—were with a friend of their father’s, a Seer named Missouri Moseley.   “She is part Muggle,” Albus explained as they walked to the Portkey. “Not very powerful as a witch, but her senses are extraordinary. She’s the one who contacted me after John died.”

 

            The Portkey deposited them on Ms. Moseley’s front step. Albus lightly knocked his staff against the door and it opened almost instantaneously to reveal a bustling black woman.

            “Well, c’mon in, you two,” she said, stepping back. “Ain’t got all day.”

            Albus moved in first, saying, “It’s good to finally meet you face-to-face, Ms. Moseley.”

            “Call me Missouri,” she told them both, holding out a hand. 

            Albus shook with his Merlin-esque smile, the one that used to drive Remus mad as a child. “Only if you call me Albus.”

            Missouri offered them tea; Albus accepted for both of them. She gestured for them to take a seat and Remus waited for the Headmaster to sink onto the large couch before following his lead.

            Remus looked around the room, waiting for either Albus or Missouri to speak; finally, Albus asked, “How are the boys doing?”

            “Not that well,” Missouri answered, setting down her saucer. “Dean’s reeling, the poor boy. He thought the world of John, practically worshipped the man. And Sam—he’s so muted since it happened.” She focused her sharp, dark eyes on Remus. “You have your work cut out for you, wolf. Those boys are close to breakin’—and, I promise you, that won’t be good for anyone.”

            “I don’t have room or time for children,” Remus finally burst out, swinging his glance from Albus to Missouri and back. “You must realize this—I can’t take them!”

            Missouri raised an eyebrow. “Now, you realize this, boy,” she said, low and dangerous. “There’s no one else. It’s either you or a home, where they’ll be separated, vulnerable. They need to be together, Remus.” Her expression turned unsettled. “I don’t know why…” She trailed off, staring down at her teacup.  

            “It will be fine, Missouri,” Albus said. “You have my word.”

 

            While Albus and Missouri worked out a few last-minute details, Remus followed his hearing to a room on the far-side of Missouri’s house. The two boys—his nephews, dear Merlin, he’d had a sister—were whispering softly, sounding worried and hesitant.

            He paused outside the closed door, gathering courage. They were just boys, after all, just lost and lonely boys—they were probably more terrified than him.

            After a moment he lightly rapped his knuckles against the wood. The voices hushed immediately and a few seconds passed before one of the boys—Remus guessed to be Dean—said, “Who is it?”
            “Remus Lupin,” he answered. “I’ve come to bring you back to Britain with me.”

            The door swung inward and he met a burning hazel gaze. “We’re American,” the boy growled out, stepping in front of his younger brother. “And we’re fuckin’ staying in America.”

            “Dean!” Sam gasped.

            Dean said nothing else, just glared at Remus. Remus knew he had to somehow get Dean on his side, if anything were to work out at all. “I’d myself prefer that you stay here, with familiarity, with people you know,” he told Dean, going for honesty. “But Ms. Moseley pointed out that you would probably be separated.”

            Sam made a small noise, stepping forward to grip Dean’s arm.

            Dean considered Remus for a long minute. “If we go with you,” he finally asked softly, “we’ll stay together?”

            “Yes,” Remus promised. “You have no reason to trust me, but I swear it.”

            Dean reached back to touch Sam’s arm. “Alright,” he murmured.

            Sam peered around his brother, curiosity in his bright green eyes. “So, who are you?” he asked.

            Remus smiled gently. “I only found out recently, but your mother was my sister.”

            “So, you’re family,” Sam said, excitement thrumming through the words.

            He nodded, Sam reminding him painfully of what James’ boy would be now. “Are either of you hungry? Ms. Moseley prepared some kind of stew, I believe.”

            Dean shook his head, but stepped forward, eyes still wary. “I’ll come down to keep Sammy company, but I don’t wanna eat.”

            “Very well,” Remus replied, wishing he’d met the boy before John died.

 

            Sam was shy around Albus, never leaving Dean’s side. He had questions—Remus could see them bubbling in his throat—but he only asked a few: where in Britain they were from, what their jobs were, if they had kids or family, if they’d been in America before. Dean never spoke throughout the entire meal, except to tell Missouri no, ma’am, when she asked if he wanted some stew.

            Albus and Missouri continued their discussion of protective runes well into dessert, a topic Remus would’ve usually found fascinating; instead of paying attention, though, Remus studied his nephews.   They seemed to keep up a fairly steady conversation with head tilts, shrugs, and eye contact. Missouri had seated them next to each other, but Dean immediately turned in his chair to watch Sam.

            “Well,” Albus said as Missouri served Sam some Mississippi Mud Pie, “how do you boys feel about coming to England?”

            Dean straightened and Sam shrugged.

            “Boys,” Missouri drawled warningly.

            Sam answered, “I guess it’ll be okay,” while Dean glared at Missouri.

            “You’ll live with Remus. He has a nice cottage at the edge of a Muggle village; I’m sure you both will like it.” Albus sipped his tea, eyes twinkling at the boys. “Of course, you both will be tested.”

            “Tested?” Dean asked, worry causing him to break his mutinous silence. “For what?”

            Albus smiled his grandfatherly smile. “Magic, of course.”

 

            Missouri moved them all to the den for Albus’ explanation of the magical world. It hadn’t even occurred to Remus that the boys didn’t know about the society they would be joining.

            Dean sat on the floor by the couch; Sam sank down next to him, so close he was almost in his brother’s lap.

            Remus didn’t listen to Albus’ story—he knew it well. Instead he watched his nephews hear it for the first time. Sam was wide-eyed as Albus relayed a condensed version of magical history and culture. Dean kept his face blank, his body held slightly toward Sam.

            “Are we wizards?” Sam asked after Albus finished.

            “I believe so. I can perform the test right here, if you like,” Albus said.

            Sam turned to Dean. “Please?” he begged.

            Dean looked at Missouri, who shrugged. “It’s up to you, honey. You’re a man grown, now.”

            He glanced back to Sam, then said, “Why not?”

            Albus’ wand slipped from his sleeve. “I’ll need you to step up to me, Mr. Winchester,” he told Dean. “I assume you wish to go first.”

            Dean lunged to his feet smoothly; wasn’t the first time Remus noticed his older nephew moved like a fighter. Dean strode to Albus’ armchair and the Headmaster stood. He tapped Dean’s forehead with the tip of his wand and golden sparks flowed out.

            Albus nodded. “As I suspected: you are quite the powerful boy.”

            Sam bounced again, shooting to his feet. If this was him muted, he must have been blinding before John’s death.

            Dean said nothing, just moved to the side. Sam stood before Albus, who repeated his actions; this time, white sparks appeared.

            Albus sucked in a breath and Dean stiffened. Sam looked to his brother, who stared at Albus. “Problem, sir?” he asked softly.

            “No, no,” Albus answered. “Just something I was not expecting.” He looked at Sam. “You, my boy, have quite a future ahead of you.”

            Remus shivered and Missouri sighed. “Poor child,” she said so quietly Remus only heard because of the wolf. 

            Sam still seemed excited, but Remus could tell that Dean understood the true ominous nature of Albus’ words.

           

            Remus spent the night at Missouri’s, Albus having to return to Hogwarts. “You’ll join me tomorrow,” Albus told the boys. “Remus will bring you to the school; from there, he’ll take you to his cottage.”

 

Comments

[paper-cranes.livejournal.com]

I love this. Harry Potter was my first fandom, and it's still so dear to my heart. I would have loved to see this continued.

[tigriswolf]

I think it was my third fandom, maybe. After BtVS and Digimon.

[paper-cranes.livejournal.com]

Oh man, it took me ages to get into the Buffy fandom. Late, but better than never!

[lunardreamed.livejournal.com]

Aww! This would have been awesome! Like all things you write.

[tigriswolf]

*blushes* Thank you!

[soxykitty.livejournal.com]

Omg I would absolutely love to see more... I still have a lot of love for Harry Potter, so I'll keep hoping you'll eventually figure out something to do with this one. I have to admit though I'm glad to hear you're not giving up on the werewolf!Dean one though cause if it showed up in the posted unfinished pile my head might explode lol.

[tigriswolf]

No one likes 'splodey heads!

Thank you so much!

[irnan.livejournal.com]

Usually, HP crossovers are just wrong somehow, but it's you, and so it's really cool.

[layne67.livejournal.com]

Pardon me for butting in but have you read Old Country (http://intimations.org/fanfic/supernatural/Old%20Country.html)? I used to think HP/SPN crossovers were lame, until I read that fic. It's brilliant!

[irnan.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the rec!

*skips off to read*

[tigriswolf]

You should check my crossover C2 one ff.net; there's a good HP one there.

Also, ignipes

[irnan.livejournal.com]

The things you can get me to do ;)

[tigriswolf]

*ducks head* *twirls*

[layne67.livejournal.com]

Awesome. I love it when these two fandoms collide, and Lupin is one of my favourite characters from HP, second to Snape. I really, really hope that you'd write more in this verse!

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

[sadelyrate.livejournal.com]

I believe I've read the very beginning of this before... But not the visit to Missouri's, not Albus and Remus meeting the boys...

Dearling, of all these unfinisheds, this is the one I'm mourning the most. Because there's so much to explore, to find out, to see...

Thank You for sharing this.
If there's anything I can do to lure the wolf back...please.

[tigriswolf]

You have.

I think I'd need to reread the books or watch the movies, but I'm really feeling no desire to. *is sad*

[sadelyrate.livejournal.com]

-but I'm really feeling no desire to.

Can't really fault you for that.
My desire to know anything at all concerning the Harry Potter franchise flew out the window with the last book. Because I got fed up with the whole "Snakes are Ee-fil!"-thing...

[tigriswolf]

That does bother me. I adore snakes!

The books had so much potential...

[sadelyrate.livejournal.com]

It was sad to see all that potential and then have the canon let one down, yes. Or maybe my quota for 11-year old (British) Boy Wonders was just filled already...

[tigriswolf]

Really? What other Boy Wonders are there?

No, I haven't read those. Any good?

[sadelyrate.livejournal.com]

More or less a teenaged (British) boy with dark hair and glasses learns that he's 'destined' to become a mage. He receives a whitish owl to be his companion and/or guide.

Which fictional character am I talking about: Harry Potter of the Harry Potter-fame, or Tim Hunter of The Books of Magic-fame?

If Harry had been a girl, the similarities wouldn't be so glaring, methinks. Alas, I had hard time believing what I was reading when I first picked up Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone.

[scarletamethyst.livejournal.com]

Really love all your SPN crossovers, especially the ones with Dark Angel. Imagining Remus trying to raise Dean and Sammy makes me smile. Dean would probably fight him on everything in regards to Sam, heh.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

[mre-quecky.livejournal.com]

Ui, looove. Is there gonna be some more about Sam and Dean at Hogwarts???

[tigriswolf]

I don't know. I haven't added anything to this 'verse in months.

[darkestnight12.livejournal.com]

...Please have more of this 'verse? Did John initiate Dean into the Hunting world yet? Them in Hogwarts! Want like MAD.

[tigriswolf]

Yeah, Dean knows about hunting. For Supernatural, this 'verse was canon until the moment John died (well, without all the stuff we've learned about Mary and her family since season 4). Same with Harry Poter--until Dumbledore tells Remus he had a sister, it was totally canon. For Harry himself and the war, it would've still been canon.

I can't remember what I had intended for this 'verse. I have this in my notes:

Dean’s fifteen and Sam’s eleven, and they start the same year as Harry Potter.

Remus becomes the DADA teacher, with Quirrel as his assistant.

I never did figure out which House Dean&Sam would be in.

[darkestnight12.livejournal.com]

So Remus meets Harry way ahead of time? How are Dean and Sam going to react to Remus' emotional reunion with James' son? Jealous? Maybe Dean doesn't allow himself to get attached since they did just meet. Sam? o_o *imagination runs wild*

XD I think Dean meeting Quirrel would be HILARIOUS of EPIC proportions because if Dean's already 15...he's be as suspicious as hell of everything, especially this strange so-called professor that quivers at everything, never takes off his turban, smells funny, and likes to mutter suspiciously to himself. *laughs* Would Remus allow Dean to carry firearms/blades? Though Dean would probably sneak them on anyways. He's ninja like that.

I...erm...Houses. I like sticking Dean in Hufflepuff (where he'd revolutionize the house and beat up Gryffindors and Slytherins alike) and Sam in Slytherin...yeah, I'll shut up now.

So does that mean no more from this 'verse? ;_;

[tigriswolf]

Yup, Remus meets Harry two years sooner, but in the upheavel of suddenly having a family, he doesn't really spend much time with Harry. No dementors equals no private lessons.

Sam will connect with Remus much more easily than Dean, and Dean will cut class to track dawn Sam, just to make sure he's okay. (They'd be in the same year, of course, but different Houses.) Dean will dislike Quirrel on sight and have zero respect for him. And Dean will carry concealed weapons, which Remus knows about--but as long as Dean never pulls one, he'll let him keep them.

I lean towards Ravenclaw for Sam. As a kid, at least. By season 3, Sam is a definite Slytherin, but Sammy as a boy was a total Ravenclaw. And Dean? Hufflepuff or Gryffindor.

And I haven't added anything to the story in over two years, sorry. What's up there is all there is.

[darkestnight12.livejournal.com]

Aww...;D Well, thanks to all these tasty tidbits you've shared with me, I'll probably survive. Somewhat.

Protective!Dean WINS! ;D And okay, I can see Sam as a Ravenclaw...As for Dean...I don't think it really matters which house he ends up in because he'd probably not be sleeping there very often. He'll be hanging around Sam's dorm and trying to plot ways to distract him from all the studying. XD

[tigriswolf]

Okay, the image of Dean constantly breaking into Sam's dorm is adorable.