#superpotter

I am a witch.

‘Avada Kedavra,

after watching the first ep of spn this season I had this INSANELY IN DEPTH fanfic idea and I was like HOLY SHIT I HAVE TO WRITE THIS OMFG LKAJF:ALJFKLDJF and I was putting it off and putting it off because I just kept thinking of more and more twists and backstories to go with it. Then the second episode aired, and I was like, welp.. Maybe I’ll wait until hellatus so I can use some canon in the newer episodes..

AND THEN FUCKING MICHAEL PARTIALLY STOLE MY IDEA!! So no If I write it i will look like I am super un-creative and just used part of the story...

Please ignore any typos I’m just throwing this together real quick. I’ve been thinking about this non stop for two weeks now..

Here is a quick, unorganized, mess of what the main events in my fanfic idea are:

like my idea was supposed to take place right after that scene in 14x01 where *SPOILER ALERT* Sam kills that demon and is all like “There will be no new King of Hell. Not today. Not ever. And if anyone wants the job, you can come through me. Understood? So, What's it gonna be?" and the demons hesitated for a few seconds then smoked out and Sam's all like "That's what I thought.“ I was gonna write a story where one of those demons is my OC and is so done with Sam’s shit that he decides to start his own super army to take back Hell. He knows he can kill Sam pretty easily if he got him alone, but that’s not good enough for him. He doesn’t want to just capture or kill him he wants to PULVERIZE him. And Michael is being a pain in the ass killing tons of monsters and any demons that get in the way so it pisses my OC off to the point that he wants to kill Michael. And take over Heaven because why not.

My OC was gonna come up with the idea where he wants to give monsters demon strength in addition to their own strength to become wickedly strong. At first he tried demon blood, it barely has any effect, and the few that it did work on, ended up turning against him.

Then he has the idea to ditch his meat suit and possess different monsters. Vamps, Shifters, Djinns, etc.. They each had different sets of pros and cons. Eventually he realizes that werewolves are his best option, due to their strength and agility. He possesses different werewolves and works his way up in packs trying to find the most powerful Alpha.

There are different breeds of wolves some only change on full moon, some can change whenever they want. Some have absolutely no control of their change others have little, some have complete control.

As he works his way through the ranks, he still isn’t satisfied. He wants to find the STRONGEST Werewolf there is. Eventually he learns of Fenrir Greyback, supposedly the most powerful werewolf that ever lived. He learns of Hogwarts from so many collected memories of student werewolves he has possessed. But the more and more he heard about Greyback, the more he learned about how little he was actually able to control his powers and that he was a hot-mess and crazy killing machine.

Disappointed by this, and about to leave Hogwarts and settle for a different wolf, he finds out about Remus Lupin.

Not only was Lupin a werewolf, he was also a WIZARD, and an Defense Against the DARK ARTS Professor at Hogwarts. Amazed by this information, my OC decides he HAS to possess Lupin. Lupin didn’t have complete control over his inner Moony either, but he was a better organized individual and he did have ALL of the knowledge and ability to preform dark spells that can inflict serious damage and easily kill. Greyback had the ability to perform magic as well, but he was killed by a couple of students, verses Lupin who was killed by a powerful Deathe Eater that took many lives. If he can control Lupin, he would not only has his werewolf strength and agility combined with his own Demon strength, but also ALL of that magic, and easier control of his inner wolf, Moony.

He can take down Sam, Michael, Heaven, Hell, and everything between..

So he finds out as much as he can about Lupin and devises a plan. He easily gets himself (as a student) into trouble at Hogwarts so that he can meet with the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Professor Minerva McGonagall. After they’re alone in the office, he jumps her, beats the shit out of her and FORCES her to take him back in time to back before Lupin is killed. It just so happens to be around the time the Order of the Phoenix was prime and before any serious attacks on Voldemort have occurred.

My OC isn’t strong enough to time travel without the help.

Long story short he possesses Lupin, petrifies McGonagall and goes back to the present and begins his rein.

Throughout his story-line, I was going to have cuts to Sam and Cas searching for Dean. Michael killing everyone he considered liars, trying to weed out the population to only people he could trust, Jack trying to learn how to be human and training to become a hunter with Bobby, and Mary working with all of the survivors from the alternate Earth taking down any monsters they can and watching for signs of Michael for Sam and Cas.

After Lupin is taken from the past and McGonagall is found by Kingsley Shacklebolt, she explains everything to him and the rest of The Order. The whole Order is extremely upset but have so much going on with Voldemort and the Death Eaters that they can’t do much about it. Plus Lupin being gone is one less member which doesn’t help their situation, so sending more members after him, will only cause harm to them. Meanwhile, Sirius Black refuses to not do anything and demands to go with McGonagall back to the future.

McGonagall and Black, back to the current time, try to meet with the current Minister of Magic, Hermione Granger, only to find out the second they return to the future that EVERYTHING changes. The plans made by The Order are altered and don’t work out, mostly due to missing two members and having different ideas for priorities. Greyback never died, Voldemort took over the entire Wizarding World and magic is no longer a secret to muggles who are terrified of everything happening.

Sam and Cas hunt Death Eaters in addition to monsters (which has been a normal thing since 1998 when the Battle of Hogwarts failed horribly.) Shit is chaotic AF. A few weeks later after a lot of extremely traumatic events. There’s going to be an insanely intense fight between Michael and my OC as Remus. McGonagall and Black are there hiding planning on waiting for my OC and Michael to fight each other almost to death than jump in to intervene.. Meanwhile, Sam, Castiel, Mary, Bobby and Jack are there hiding out waiting for the exact same thing to happen and try to save Dean. They accidentally meet at the scene of the fight, almost fight each other then find out they’re on the same team and decided to work together to stop the madness. There’s going to be an insanely painful scene where Sirius as Padfoot is fighting my OC as Remus/Moony and Sirius is going to be seriously injured by him and Remus will be fighting with Moony internally trying to force the demon out and self harming trying to escape to reality. He almost kills his Padfoot. Similar to that parallel in that scene in SPN where Cas almost kills dean and Dean breaks Naomi’s mind control on Cas, Padfoot will eventually get through to Remus enough for Remus and Moony to team up for a few seconds for just long enough to overthrown the demon, but the demon escapes.

No amount of exorcising can kick him out of his body, Sam and Castiel have tried relentlessly, but he used Lupin’s magic to hex a make-shift force-field to trap his demon soul into the body. When Lupin overpowered the Demon, there was a second where the hex was broken due to lack of concentration and he was able to smoke out of there.

Meanwhile, Michael isn’t giving up and things get so bad that it has come down to, stop trying to save dean, and just kill Michael. With the demon gone, everyone is now trying to kill Michael/Dean and it is pure carnage and mayhem. Eventually they succeed by combining multiple killing spells and and being stabbed by both Ruby’s Demon killing blade, Cas’ angel blade, and a shotgun blast to the head, all at the same time.. Michael and Dean are both obliterated. It seemed like extreme over-kill but it was just barely powerful enough to kill the Arch Angel.

The scene is incredibly painful and Cas tries and tries and tries to heal the damage but it’s too late. Dean is gone. Cas doesn’t give up, he keeps trying and trying until he is so physically exhausted he cannot physically use another ounce of his Angel juice. All he was able to really do was patch up most of his scars and mend some of his limbs back into place. Sirius and Remus, although extremely weak also tried to help, with their magic but both failed.

Minerva felt horrible watching and nobody noticed her slipping away, probably to prepare a potion to go back in time.

But then she comes back, with the Philosopher’s stone. Thought to have been destroyed by Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel years ago. Apparently right after the Battle of Hogwarts, Minerva back in time to stop them from destroying it, so she can use it to talk to Dumbledore and so others can use it to talk to their loved ones who had passed away during the war in her timeline. She has had this stone in her possession ever since. Never once using it’s true power of Resurrection. She knows that the stone can only be used toe resurrect one soul before it destroys itself, so she’s been keeping it locked away somewhere only she knew the location for it.

She didn’t even hesitate, she went to work straight way. She used the stone and with a brilliant flash of green light and a collection of ghostly voices and an almost theatrical scene that took everyone’s breath away, everyone stared on at Dean. Nothing happened. Hours go by, Cas refused to leave Dean’s side and Sam tried to force himself to accept the reality of he situation and plan what to do with his body.

McGonagall gives Remus and Sirius ALL the information they need to actually stop Voldemort. She doesn’t tell them anything about their deaths. They asked her about that topic earlier on. She said that they didn’t die in her timeline, but that they must be dead in the current reality because of Voldemort, which is why they can’t find themselves. She lied to them because she can’t risk having more alterations to the timeline that could have catastrophic results again. She is very much away that she is basically sending them to their deaths for the greater good, and she is going to have to live with that for the rest of her life. She will never forgiver herself, but it is what must be done.

Sam, Cas, Mary, Bobby and Jack, distraught take Dean’s remains to Lawrence, Kansas. Planning on burying him properly where their story started.

Sam and Bobby dug the hole while Mary and Jack built a casket of sorts for him. They don’t want to burn his remains, its not something Dean would've wanted. They close the lid of the casket and carefully lower him into the ground. They say all that they can’t think to say and start to bury him.  They all lingered afterwards, not wanting to leave. After about half an hour of staring at his grave, Sam starts to walk back to the car. They have a long drive back to the Bunker where he can properly mourn.

Cas, however, doesn’t step away from the grave. He is knelt down with his with his hands a few inches deep into the dirt just over the grave. He is still in shock and refuses to accept this. After awhile longer, his sadness turns into anger. He becomes uncontrollably angry and slams his hand down as hard as he can, disheveling the dirt around him. He looked up to the sky and is seconds away from screaming at Chuck for letting such a horrible thing happen. But just as he’s about to leap up to his feet and scream, a faint tapping noise catches his attention.

All of his anger suddenly gone, he, kneels forward and presses his ear almost to the ground, listens intently. He doesn’t hear anything, but he waits; still not giving up hope. After a few seconds of silence, he heard the sound again.

tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap....

He screams to Sam. “Do you hear that?” Sam quickly joins him, and listens. He hears nothing. Mary and Bobby and Jack hurry over and also hear nothing. They think Cas is making it up because he doesn’t want to accept it.

Cas insists on hearing a tapping noise and grabs the shovel out of the car and starts digging.

Bobby makes a move to try to stop him, saying don’t bother, the boy’s dead. Cas angrily shoves him away too hard and starts frantically digging. When he’s about halfway down and has screamed Deans’ name half a dozen times already, sudden Sam started to hear the tapping. Sam was doubtful for a second but then as Cas started digging deeper the sound started to sound like a knocking. Sam and Mary realized in unison that the impossible might have actually occurred. They both started digging with their hands alongside Cas as fast as they could. Still uncertain, with tears blurring their vision.

Cas still screaming Dean’s name and digging faster and faster. The knocking started sounding like banging, and there was another muffled sound accompanying it.

Almost through to the casket, the banging was getting louder and louder and the muffled voice was Dean’s voice screaming “Cas!” over and over again. They thew open the casket and destroyed the door in the process.

Dean was alive!! The stone worked! It took just over twenty four hours, but it worked!

Dean was groggy, and in a lot of pain. He could barely lift himself into a sitting position.

Cas hugged him tight then quickly healed his wounds as much as he could, before he and Sam lifted him out of the grave and onto solid ground.. Sam, Mary, Jack and Bobby each got a chance to hug him. All of them laughing is disbelief.

“Don’t let me say yes to another dick with wings--.” Dean coughed up some blood. “--Ever again.“

(BECAUSE I CAN... @joannahunts​  @alwaysaweapon​  @misskassiepierce​ @raisealittleperdition​ @aloneinxthenight )

At home, all the way across the Atlantic, and once upon a time, he’d chosen duty. It was seemingly a strange choice for the man who’d once been the boy with fire in his voice and laughter-filled lungs.

Harry had not chosen his burdens, his title: The Boy Who Lived. Lee had. Lee Jordan, Clandestine Truth-teller.

He’d blown fire and laughs into a weapon of love and hope and inspiration. He’d known Potterwatch was important, but he’d no idea the depth and reach or what it would mean. That for some his voice would always be a reminder of loss, of war, as much as hope.

He’d chosen duty. He’d answered the call. And he’d never stopped. How could he? At home, it was reporting for reformed Prophet and charities and speeches about remembering. Sometimes, if he thought it was absurd to ask, he’d decline the fee.

He’d visited the US for a break from familiar places and faces and burdens and yet…

He’d found another pair of brothers with fight and fire and a knack for rising above chaos.

He’d helped them, too. Gryffindor luck or Gryffindor curse? He’s drawn to fire no matter how many times he burned.

So, he visited.

Pretending here was easy. Just Lee. Not Lee Jordan. Not Gryffindor. Not truth-teller. Just Lee. If he stayed in muggledom, no one recognized his voice here. Even it’s music had different meaning here. At home, his voice gave him away: Not rough enough for working class. Middle-class. Educated. Not too educated, though. Not posh enough to be a James Bond villain or distant royalty.

Here he was “British” maybe “English” if someone cared enough to know “British” was too broad a word.

He could pretend he was still as young as looked. He could pretend.

But in his bones, the term “Hunter” will never sit right as a way to describe himself. He can leave. At least, that’s what he tells himself. He can leave and go home and have magic be mundane and ordinary and normal. Not life and death. Not anymore.

He’s been hunted. And he remembers the quiver in his own voice.

At first, he’ll try to stick to saying he’ll help with research.After all, he is a reporter, a writer, and connecting with people has always been his strong suit.

But research leads to consulting with hunters and trouble follows them sure as it follows Gryffindors who refuse to put down their wands.

And as the years pass, he will say time and again that he’s done. He’s out. He has family and friends and charities and editing Quidditch Conversations to worry about.

But with the Winchesters? If they call, it’s usually life or death or end of the world.

And Lee? He’ll answer the call.

He’s not the kind of witch they hunt. He hasn’t sold his soul.

Harry Potter & Supernatural Crossover

Character(s):Ginevra Weasley, Bobby Singer

A/N: This is ateaser for a crossover I’m working on.  (The title is bound to change, btw.) I had almost made Hermione the protagonist, but I felt like Ginny deserved a chance in the limelight.  There’s so few Ginny Weasley crossovers and the ones that I stumbled into, had her characterized so poorly. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.  I’m more worried about Bobby’s characterization then Ginny’s actually. I hope you like it!  

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There's a blue Ford Anglia for sale.  Or rather, to be more precise, the remains of it.  The scrapyard had managed to tow all the pieces and a good portion of it could all be fit into boxes.  It was wrecked beyond saving, said the old man who owned Singer Salvage Yard. But Ginny, privately disagreed.  For a muggle maybe, but for a witch?  Casting a reparo should do the trick.  And this feels too much like destiny, to trip over a box full of blue Ford Anglia.  A car that reminds her of them-- her mom, her dad, her childhood, of everything she has lost and will never see again.

She leans down and caresses a gentle thumb over the turquoise paint job. "How much do you want for it?" Ginny asks, trying not to sound too eager.  But she knows an instant later that she has failed, if the narrowing of the old man's eyes were any indication.

"Unlike the other wrecked cars, this en't repairable," Mr. Singer repeats, with a tone of irritation.  "Why would ya want it in the first place?  Even the engine's toast and some of the parts are too costly ta replace."

She grins at him, in a way her brothers called disarming.  "But it's a British car," she says pointedly. "What are the odds, you think, of finding it here, in the States? And besides, my dad ..." Her grin fades, her eyes distant. "He used to own one.  It was blue too.  It feels like fate, almost, to find one."

"From the way you speak of him, it sounds like..."

Her gaze turns to him only to flit away a fraction of a second later.  "He's gone," she confirms, quiet. "As well as my entire family."

"Your entire family?"

There's an odd note in his voice, but Ginny is too distracted, her eyes on a glimmer of blue and her mind on distant memories, to take note that it isn't shock and curiosity in his voice.  That his question is purposefully crafted in order to elicit further clarification.

"I had six older brothers," she tells him distantly.  "They used to drive me spare, most of the time. Over-protective, the lot of them, and they always found a way to embarrass me with their teasing and pranks. And Mum was the very definition of mollycoddling."  She laughs. "And now?  Now I'll do anything to see them again, to see my mother and father again.  I'd do anything, anything at all, if it meant I could spend just one evening with them at the dining table, for a taste of mother's treacle tarts and mince pies, for everyone to be seated around it, as if nothing had ever happened..."

There was a moment of silence, before Bobby broached it.  "If it wouldn't be too much to ask, how did you lose them?"

Ginny straightens and her eyes sharpen as her head swivels towards him.  She's standing too stiffly and the tips of her fingers are trembling, but the thing that catches his attention the most is the wariness.