// Dean's POV

"Dean! Dean! Wake up!" He heard Sammy yelled as he ran across the room.

Dean checked his phone for the time.

3:24AM

"Why? It's too early!"

"Get up, asshat. You're going to Hogwarts." Sam commanded.

Dean quickly sat up with a wide smile on his face.

"Watch your language." Dean reminded his little brother and ran to the bathroom.

((I messed up time frames since their in America and John and Sherlock in England. SO LET'S JUST SAY THAT THE WINCHESTER AND NOVAKS ARE GOING ON A PLANE TO LONDON REALLY EARLY OKAY?! God I'm such a screw up))

"Jerk." Sam groaned.

"Bitch!" Dean called from the toilet.

"Watch your language." Their father warned as he pulled duffle bags out to the Impala.

Sam snickered before running off to help their dad.

Dean finished his potty business and changed into some comfortable clothes, grabbed his suitcase, phone, and other small objects, and ran out to the Impala.

Today was going to be a long day.

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// Castiel's POV

"Cassie...sweetie." He heard his mothers soothing voice trying to wake him.

Castiel slowly opened his eyes and smiled at her. It was still dark. She never woke him up when it was still dark unless it was something important.

"What happened?" He asked, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

"Come with me..." She smiled and walked out of his room.

Castiel quickly jumped out of bed and followed his mother.

She lead him to the living room and sat him down.

"There's something you need to know..." She smiled. The house was still dark but not before the lights flickered on and a wide smile grew across his mothers face.

"Psst..." he heard someone whisper behind him.

Castiel turned around but no one was there.

"Psst." Someone else whispered.

And then his eyes were covered.

"Mom?" What happened?! I can't see! Mommy!" Castiel placed his small hands over the ones on his eyes. They weren't his mom. The fingers weren't thin and the nails weren't long.

"How's my little boy doing?" He heard a familiar voice ask.

Castiel pulled the hands off his face and turned around.

"Daddy!" He yelled, a wide smile spreading on his face. His dad smiled and picked him up, spinning him around.

"Hey! He's not the only one here!" He heard someone else yell.

Gabriel and Michael tackled him and their dad onto the floor, laughter filling the room.

"Boys! Calm yourselves!" Their mom laughed.

Gabriel and Michael climbed off of them and Castiel jumped up, running around the room.

"I'm so glad you're home!" He gushed.

The boys sat on the couch and mom sat on dad's lap.

"So boys, why are you hear today?" His mom said, smiling.

"I'm not sure actually..." his dad said, thinking for a moment.

"Yea, Gabe, why are we here?" Michael asked.

Gabriel shrugged and looked around.

Castiel's smile faded from his face and he crossed his arms.

"Aw come on Cassie! We're just messing with you!" His dad smiled.

His family stood up with wide smiles on their faces and all began to sing.

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to Casstie! Happy birthday to you!" They sang and clapped.

Castiel smiled widely and hugged them all.

He got presents from everyone but Castiel was anticipating one thing: his letter.

"Okay so...how was your birthday?" His mom asked.

Castiel looked at all of them with a puzzled expression.

Did he not get his letter?

Did it just get lost in the mail?

Did someone throw it away?!

Did he just not get one?!

HAD HE DONE SOMETHING WRONG?!

"Cassie..." his mother began, placing a hand on his shoulder. "We know you were expecting a letter...and..."

Castiel felt tears in his eyes. How could he not get a letter? Was he not good enough? Was he that unnoticeable?

"It's exactly what you got."

Wait. What.

Castiel looked up to see his father holding a small envelope.

Castiel quickly took it out of his hands and read it.

Mr C. Novak
Small lonely room with the trains
Fairfield
California

Castiel squealed and opened the envelope.

He was admitted to Hogwarts. The school of his dreams.

"YES!" He screamed and jumped around. ((Whenever your otp realizes they love each other))

Everyone clapped and congratulated him.

"Okay. Your bags are packed. We're heading to the airport to see you off." Their mom smiled, her eyes were glassy.

+++++ a few hours later

// Dean's POV

"Dean? Are you ready?" His dad asked.

They were at the airport. They've been waiting for a few hours and he was finally ready to leave.

Dean nodded and tightened his grip on his suitcase and duffle bag.

"We'll miss you!" Sam cried.

"Hey. You promised me you wouldn't cry." Dean smiled.

"I-I'm sorry!" Sam cried harder, wiping his eyes and nose with the back of his hands.

"Hey...it's okay. I'll miss you too." Dean whispered and hugged him.

His dad wrapped his arms around both of them and they stayed like that for a few minutes before pulling away.

"You have everything right?" He asked.

"Everything I need." Dean replied.

"You'll do great." He smiled.

Sam nodded in agreement.

"Flight for London will be leaving in a few minutes." A voice spoke.

Dean smiled at the both of them and ruffled Sam's hair.

"I'll see you next year-- or any break I get." He mumbled, kissed the top of his head, said his goodbyes to his dad and walked away.

As he was boarding the train, he saw another family-- well there were a few families, but this one caught his attention.

It was a mother, a father, and three kids. One of them looked about his age. He had black hair and blue eyes that sparkled with excitement.

Dean stood by his seat and tried to put his suitcase on those things on the top but 1) he couldn't reach and 2) there was no room.

Dean groaned looked around nervously.

"Need help?" He heard someone ask.

Dean turned around and faced the father of the family he had seen.

"Uh...no." Dean mumbled.

"I'm pretty sure you do. Here, I got this." He smiled and lifted the suitcase. He almost missed when he pulled out a stick from his sleeve, whispered something and then there was room for his suitcase.

Dean's eyes widened. The man put his suitcase in the space and smiled at Dean.

"There you go, kid."

"Y-you-- y-your a wizard!" He whispered.

The man's eyes widened slightly and he shook his head.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"There was no room in that area! You pulled out a wand from your sleeve and whispered something!"

The man smiled softly and ruffled his hair.

"You've got a good eye. Are you headed for Hogwarts?"

Dean nodded frantically as he sat in his seat.

The man smiled, nodded and left, sitting with the rest of his family.

Dean looked behind his seat towards them and saw the man talking to the boy his age. He was pointing at Dean.

The little boy followed the finger and saw Dean.

He smiled a little and waved.

Dean narrowed his eyes and also waved but turned back in his seat.

An old lady ended up sitting next to him. She was nice. She gave him cookies. Dean wasn't sure where she got them or if he should take them but he did anyway-- to be nice.

Dean ended up falling asleep through the entire flight.

The old lady woke him up and when Dean stretched and hoped out of his seat, she was gone. That was weird.

Dean tried standing on one of the seats to get his suitcase but the man ended up helping him again.

Dean thanked him and ran off the plane.

He was glad he was wearing a jacket. It was pretty cold. But it was morning. He needed to get the things he needed and board the train.

Then reality smacked him in the face.

He had no idea where he was going.

Dean looked around frantically for the family and spotted them heading in a weird direction.

Dean pulled out a scarf from his duffle bag, pulled it on and ran after them, pulling his suitcase with him.

He had no idea where they were going but they seemed to know what they were doing so he followed them.

Dean followed them into what seemed like a bar.

Leaky Cauldron is what the name of it was.

But when Dean entered the building, the family was no where to be seen.

Dean ran around frantically, receiving strange stares from the people inside.

Dean turned the corner and bumped into someone. He almost fell back but regained his balance thanks to his suitcase.

"Oh dear. I'm so sorry." He heard a voice say.

Dean looked up and spotted a girl-- well woman with wavy brown hair.

"S-sorry!" Dean quickly apologized.

The woman smiled at him and told him it was alright. She noticed his suitcase and her smile widened.

"Go down that hall and into that door" she said pointing at the direction. "Your family should be in there."

Dean smiled widely, thanked her, and followed her directions. He didn't even know how she knew or thought he belonged to that family. Maybe she just thought it was strange to see a small child running around at a bar.

When he entered the too small room, he found the wizard family stepping into another world once the wall opened. The bricks separated and the family walked through.

Then the brick wall began to close.

Dean panicked and did what any panicking person would do: he picked up his suitcase, and tossed it through the wall. Then he ran and tossed himself.

As soon as he landed on the other side, the wall closed.

Dean stood up, grabbed his suitcase and ran out of an alley he was left in.

Dean looked around at his surroundings and couldn't believe what he was seeing. There were building with pointed roofs selling all sorts of things.

Women in pointed hats gossiping in a corner and men in long robes.

Dean looked around for the family he had been following but couldn't find them anywhere.

Dean pulled out his letter and read over the supplies he needed.

Then once again, realization slapped him in the face.

He had no money. Sure he had American money but that was no good here.

Dean heard about the bank. A bank which would hold his money. What money? He had no idea.

Dean walked through the streets in search of the bank.

He still had about an hour before he had to board the train so that hopefully gave him enough time to buy everything.

Dean made it to the end of the street where a tall, old, wobbly looking building stood.

Gringotts Wizarding Bank

Dean sighed and walked inside.

Everything was silent and so clean. It looked so...nice. Dean felt underdressed. There were little goblin things observing money or jewels along the ends of the hall.

Dean walked up to the end of the hall where at a tall desk sat an old goblin, looking at some papers.

"Excuse me." Dean whispered.

No response.

"Excuse me." Dean spoke a little louder.

No response.

"Hello? Excuse me!"

The goblin looked up and down at him, wondering what all the yelling was about.

"May I help you?" He asked.

"Yea um. I'm kinda new so I'm not sure how I get my money." Dean replied, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Do you have your key?" He asked.

A key? What key? Oh! That key!

Dean quickly let go of his suitcase and searched around in his duffle bag. He pulled out a small, golden colored key and handed it to the goblin.

The goblin examined it and handed it back to him. He called over another goblin who stood next to Dean.

"He will lead you to your vault. That's where you'll get your money. Good luck at Hogwarts." He smiled.

Dean thanks him and followed the other goblin.

He lead him to a weird cart thing that took them into a cave thing.

Once they stopped, the goblin hopped off of the cart and stood at a door.

"Key." He stated.

Dean handed him the key and the goblin opened the door.

Dean's eyes widened at the gold color blooming from the vault.

There were coins everywhere.

But how?! His dad was a muggle! No one else he knew had come to Hogwarts.

"You can take some money now." The goblin reminded. Dean snapped out of his thoughts and placed some coins in his duffle bag.

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Dean walked around the streets of the strange place. He had left the bank and was now buying his supplies.

He had his books an robes. All he needed was a wand. He could've gotten a pet but he decided against it.

Dean stood in front of a tall building.

Ollivanders

Dean looked down at his list and walked inside.

It was pretty dark inside. There wasn't anyone at the counter and there were long boxes everywhere.

"Hello?" He called.

He heard fumbling before a ladder rolled on one of the shelf, carrying a man with white hair. He looked tired. Really tired.

"May I help you?" He asked.

"I'm here for a wand..." Dean stated.

The man narrowed his eyes at him for a while before smiling softly.

"Mr. Winchester. I'll see what I can do."

And he disappeared into the shelfs in search of a wand.

He came back with one of the boxes and opened it. He pulled out a wand-- it was straight and a light brown color. The man handed it to Dean, who just stared at it.

"Go on, wave it around." He smiled.

Dean licked his lips before waving the wand, causing a stack of books to fly off the counter.

"Well...guess not." He mumbled and wandered off to find another box.

Dean sat the wand on his desk and waited for his return.

The man came back with another box and pulled out the wand. This one was also straight but it's design was nice. It had like carvings of vines twirled around it.

Dean waved it and caused a glass of water that was sitting on his desk to shatter.

"And, that's not the one either." He sighed and wandered off again.

Dean sat that wand on the counter and waited. He checked the watch on his hand. He had half an hour before he needed to board the train.

The man showed up again with another box.

"Try this."

Dean was handed the wand; a long, dark brown wand with the same design as the last. He felt his fingertips grow warm at the touch and he slowly waved it, causing a few papers to fly up but nothing like the last two.

"Yep. That's the one." The man smiled.

Dean paid, placed the wand in it's box and in his duffle bag and wandered to a corner of the shop where he had left his suit case.

The door opened again and a small boy entered.

"Ah, Mr. Novak!" He heard the man exclaim with delight.

Dean took his suit case and left.

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// Castiel's POV ((just the wand bit))

"Ah, Mr. Novak!" The man in the shop exclaimed as Castiel walked in. There was another boy in the shop but he left so meh.

Castiel smiled widely and set his boxes down on the desk.

The man quickly scurried into the halls of his shop and came back with three boxes.

"Try this one." He smiled and handed a wand to Castiel.

The wand was a long wavy brown one. Castiel eyed it before waving it, causing boxes to fly off of their shelfs.

"Ehh, didn't think so. Here." He said, handing him a different one.

This one was a regular black one. The part of where it was would be held had little designs on it. Castiel's fingers grew cold-- but it wasn't a bad cold...it felt right.

A burt of wind ruffled up his hair and the man smiled widely.

"Great! I knew that one would suit you."

Castiel thanked him, paid and scurried out of the store in search of his brothers and parents.

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// Dean's POV

Dean somehow managed to find his way out of Diagon Alley but he was back in London-- regular London.

He had his ticket-- which by the way said the train would be at platform 9 3/4 but it was no where-- or better yet, there was no such platform.

It wasn't until he saw a group of giggling boys and girls running with their carts into a wall between platforms 9 and 10.

But, they would disappear. They'd run into the wall and they were gone. No one seemed to notice.

After they all went. Dean decided to try for himself.

He positioned himself between the platforms and ran with his suit case and duffle bag towards the wall, ready to hit the wall and fall back but he ran right through.

Dean looked around at a new train.

Hogwarts Express was written on the front. And he was now on the right platform.

Dean sighed in relief and made his way to the back of the train where they were taking people's things.

He handed a man his suit case an nothing more before giving someone else his ticket and boarding the train.

Dean walked around, looking for an empty room to sit in.

Finally, at the end of the hall he found one. It was a bit small compared to the rest but it looked cozy.

Dean pulled open the glass doors and sat inside, setting his duffle bag next to him.

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// Sherlock's POV

Sherlock boarded the train and looked around for an empty cart.

He knew the one at the end of the hall was small and probably had a couple smashed in there sucking each others faces off-- he was told my Mycroft when he discovered a boy he "totally has no feelings for" with some girl.

Sherlock found one that only had a boy in it.

He knocked on the door and slowly opened it.

"Can I sit in here? All the others are full." He did his best to smile.

The boy had dirty blonde hair and he looked a bit nervous-- excited, but nervous.

"Of course." He smiled.

Sherlock walked inside, closing the door once he did and sat across from him.

"My name's John Watson." The boy smiled.

Sherlock smiled again and nodded in his direction.

"Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes."

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// Dean's POV

He could hear the sound of the wheels scrapping against the tracks.

Dean looked out the window at all the parents waving good bye to their kids.

If he pressed his head against the window he could see the rest of the train in front of him. People were waving from the inside of the train.

Dean wished his dad and Sam were here. At least they saw him leave at the airport.

He heard the door to his room swing open and quickly turned around.

The boy had messy black hair and sharp blue eyes. He smiled kindly at Dean and waved. It was the same boy from the airplane-- the same boy who Dean had been following.

"I was just wondering of I could sit here. This was the only cart I could find with no more than three people." He smiled.

Dean smiled and gestured towards the rest of the cart.

"I think there's enough space for you."

The boy smiled and walked into the cart.

"Hi. I'm Castiel." He smiled, his eyes closing and his teeth showing.

"Hey. I'm Dean."

Just as he was about to sit down, the train began to move, causing Castiel to trip forward and fall on top of Dean.

He managed to balance himself with a hand on the window. Castiel looked up, causing their noses to brush against each other.

Dean felt his face grow hot.

Castiel's face also went red and he quickly pulled off and sat across from him.

"S-sorry-- I lost my balance."

"It's fine." Dean mumbled, looking at anything except Castiel.

"Thanks for letting me sit here." Castiel said.

Dean smiled and nodded.

"Sure thing, Cas."

The train left the station and they were off to Hogwarts.

Dean was both excited and terrified.

*Hey guys! Sorry if this was too confusing! Most of this was fixed on Dean and Cas but I do hope you liked it! I'm pretty sure this was a long chapter-- but hey, they have their wands now-- and I know I didn't write Sherlock and John getting them-- SORRY! I just needed to get this over with. So Sherlock has a black wand with small swirls carved into the bottom edge. John has a brown wand with a vine design on the handle of it. So yep. See ya'll next time!

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