Disclaimer: I don't own neither Harry Potter nor Supernatural. Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling and Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke. This is only for entertainment purposes.
Note: I would really like to thank my sister who brought the inspiration to write this story and was kind enough to help me correct some, I hope most of, grammar and usual mistakes I make when I'm writting a story. I tried to match the timelines in both of the worlds, so in Harry Potter we are in the Third Book, at the end of the exams when Buckbeak's execution was dated and in Supernatural we are at the very beginning of season Three. Actually, imagine a few days after the Gates of Hell have been opened. Yes, I know they happened in different years but it's a fanfiction! Hope y'all like it!

It was a normal day. People had woken up, had eaten breakfast and had gone straight to work. The ones that weren't working would fill their day with whatever gave them pleasure to do. Ordinary people, who didn't know about the things behind the darkness, couldn't even imagine or believe the actual reality. The same routine every day… few were the people who could actually predict the pain and the fatigue that would soon take place in their lives, and those people were the hunters.

Every hunter, as the time passed, had heard the news. The gates of Hell had been opened and who knew what other demons and souls had escaped. Their job had suddenly become more demanding and more dangerous than days ago and so they had started to put the blame on the only hunters that were there. The ironic was that those blaming the Winchesters, Bobby Singer and Ellen Harvelle didn't even know the whole truth about what happened that day. But why bother listening to the whole story, as they will all share the same danger?

Just a few days had passed from the incident in the cemetery. While everyone was expecting the war to start in each passing moment, nothing wrong was going on and that was the most frustrating thing. It was like the monsters were waiting for the right moment to act, and the fact that they had possibly organized their actions was considered unacceptable as the hunters didn't know how to react.

The Winchester brothers weren't any different from the others. They were both getting information from their family friend, Bobby Singer, and they also were frustrated by the lack of cases. The last thing they wanted was not to be prepared for the upcoming war. The difference was that they had other things in their mind too. Sam, to begin with, had taken all the blame on his shoulders. He was the man, the soldier as the Yellow eyed demon named him, who was meant to guide all this army of demons in the end, and every day he was trying to fight his fate of becoming the last thing he wanted to be, a monster, something his brother would absolutely hate. But that was not the only thing that he was taking the blame for…

Dean Winchester had made a deal with a crossroad demon to resurrect his little brother when Jake had stabbed him fatally. The pain was unbearable. How could someone live without the reason that kept him fighting for? Dean was raised to keep his brother safe and, in his heart, he screwed up this one job he had from since he knew himself. Even for the few days that Sam was dead, Dean couldn't imagine himself living without the company of his little brother. And in a state of misery, he sold his soul for one year to save his brother, just like his father had done for him.

Now, as they were both sitting in Dean's beloved car, travelling around the state to see if a case would appear, each had decided different things. Sam was desperately, but without showing it to Dean, trying to find something that could help his brother survive, whereas Dean had put a wall up and wouldn't let his fear appear as he was trying to show how he had accepted his fate and he was ready to live this year at the fullest: not taking much responsibility and seizing the day, without thinking much of the consequences. Besides, even if he tried something to break the deal, he was afraid that his brother would fall dead in his arms for the second time, and he didn't think he could handle something like that. A phone ringing interrupted all of their thoughts and when they saw Bobby's name on the bright screen, Sam answered immediately, ready to hear what news their friend was bringing.

The sun was shining during this fine day outside of Buffalo but inside the storage place where John was keeping a container it was dark like it was night. The two brothers, who had just learnt about the place, remained silent as they were getting closer to where Bobby told them they should go.

"Man…" Dean said while shaking his head with a little ironic smile.

"What?"

"Just dad…you know… him and his secrets. We spent all this time with this guy and it's like we barely even know the man."

"Well, we're about to learn something."

It wasn't unusual for them to learn something important about John that they had never heard of but it didn't mean that it wasn't bothering them. Sure, every hunter had his or her own secrets but when family was around, it was normal to share things so that you didn't have to be alone. Especially after his death, every day they were hearing new things about their dad and that surprised them but was also making them a little annoyed with the guy who was supposed to inform his kids about everything concerning him, who was supposed to trust them. The fact remains, and Dean and Sam kept feeling secluded by their own father even after his death.

As always, they kept their true feelings inside them and enjoyed the silence as they reached the container. Dean unlocked the door and opened it with careful movements. When the place was open, Sam brought his flashlight out and started to lighten up the place so they could see around. They sat in awe as they observed every little detail the place had. They knew that for keeping this place secret, their dad would have a reason. The first thing in both their minds was to check for any traps their father would have put for the undesirable, both humans and monsters. Soon they saw them, first a demon trap painted on the floor in front of the door as to catch every demon who wanted to breach the place.

"No demons allowed" Sam said while turning the light on the trap.

"Not only demons, check this out" Dean exclaimed as he kneeled and touched a stretched wire. When Sam saw it, he started to follow its way and soon he lightended up on a hidden shotgun on a shelf.

"Huh, ready to attack…"

"Dear old dad" Dean said with an amused face and stood up "so, what did Bobby say?"

"Well" Sam began while looking up and starting to move "you remember how dad did all kind of research to find information about the colt. Bobby told us that we could try and find something relevant to help him fix the colt. And then he mentioned about this hidden place. Maybe dad has more stuff we could use."

"So, we are looking for something that… we don't know…"

"Or we won't find anything in a matter of fact."

"Perfect!" Dean said while rolling his eyes and they both kept searching.

Once again, Sam couldn't hold his curiosity about dad:
"So, what's the deal? Dad would work here or something?"

"Living the high life, as usual!" and with that Dean let a huff as he went closer to the wired shotgun.

The place wasn't huge but there were a lot of things and a lot of packages that were sitting dusty on the floor or shelves. They both started going on different directions as they were trying to figure out what would be useful enough to bring back with them. That was the work that Bobby had sent them to, but seeing the place by themselves brought more feelings than they had wanted to get. Suddenly both of them wanted to learn every little piece of detail on the papers that were visible and see everything that those boxes were hiding from them.

Something small caught Dean's eyes and with a smile on his face he dusted the little trophy and with a loud voice he said:
"Hey Sammy, remember this?"

Sam, recalling almost immediately what his brother was showing to him, let some of the things he was holding and went straight to his brother with a look of excitement on his face.

"No way!" he took quickly the trophy from his brother and stared at it with interest. "That's my division championship soccer trophy. I can't believe he kept this!"

"It was probably the closest you ever came to being a boy…" Dean said while going behind his brother to check the other stuff. His interest was immediately caught and as he held high the thing that had caught his attention, he exclaimed: "It's my first sawed-off. I made it myself. Sixth grade!" and with a triumphant look he kept staring at it.

As they were walking further inside, they noticed a metallic door which lead into another room. They got carefully inside and the first thing they saw was the collection of shotguns on the wall and, of course, some land mines. The oddest thing for them was some boxes with different symbols on them which got the boys talking again.
"These boxes…see the symbols? That's binding magic. These are curse boxes" Sam, the walking Wikipedia informed his brother.

"Curse boxes? They are supposed to keep the evil mojo in, right? Kind of the Pandora deal?"

"Yeah, they're built to contain the power of the cursed object."

"Dad's journal did mention a whole bunch of stuff, you know, dangerous, hexed items, fetishes, he never said where they ended up." Dean stated while turning once again his back to where some envelopes were sticking out of a box.

"Yeah, this must be his toxic waste dumb" Sam turned and threw the light on the box his brother has seen. "What do you think these are?"

"Unsolved cases maybe, or the information we were trying to find." Dean announced with a delight on his voice as he threw the envelope he had raised and picked the whole box. "Our job is done here, let's get them to Bobby!"

"Dean, we are supposed to read and see if some of these are about the Colt and not bring some junk at Bobby's…"

"Yap, throw the blame on me, I have some unsolved businesses myself with the chick that gave me her… what, Facebook page?" Dean declared with enthusiasm as he quickly started going his way out of this place, leaving his brother behind him to use his best bitch face while muttering how stupid his older brother could be.

The clock on the night table was officially showing with bright light that the time was past midnight. Some hours ago, after had they left the storage, they booked a room in a motel and Dean insisted that the go eat something. He never returned with his brother as he found something more interesting to do with the waiter that was checking him out from the time they sat down on a table. Sam had been used to it, doing the research while his brother was outside, having fun. Besides, he couldn't be angry for doing the job, it was both entertaining and he had read so many interesting things. He was always complaining when Dean was calling him a nerd and a bookworm but, to be honest, he was. And a big one.

The bed he was sitting now was full of different envelopes and papers. A laptop was on his lap where he was searching if the cases he was reading about were solved. It was a relief to know that most of the deaths that were written in the documents hadn't been repeated for a long time. Along with the hunts that his father had written down, many were the documents with tons of information about the things he was hunting. The most interesting for Sam was an envelope with a photo of a girl. According to his father, at this job he was working with another hunter named Tara. Soon they found that they had been hunting a demon and before exorcising it, they interrogated it. Sam read a few of the things the demon had said, about some weapons and a First Blade that was mentioned but there wasn't anything about the Colt. So he placed the envelope carefully inside the box again, thinking that they should return all the files back to the storage. There he would store them somewhere safer, maybe inside the drawers he had noticed inside the storage.

Another thing that caught Sam's eye was a larger envelope, full of some old articles and some other photographs of unknown people…in England. The first thing that Sam questioned was why his father would pay any attention to odd things happening in a total different country. He was sure that John never left America in his whole hunting life and the fact that he was researching about that was bizarre. Even idiotic, he thought as he was staring at some photos that were picturing people walking down the street wearing funny clothes, like robes and strange hats. With a frown he turned the picture to see if a date was written behind to indicate if those were taken during Halloween but he saw nothing. He found some more recent pictures of the next day of Halloween, twelve years ago, with some other people dressed again like that but there was also a picture full of owls…owls everywhere… and in the daylight, which was even more bizarre.

"Maybe they had…an event or something." He thought out loud with a pensive look.

The other documents had nothing useful for their kind of job. They mostly were from the same period, many years ago, and they were about some strange disappearances and some people with weird masks, maybe from a gang or something,who were marching sometimes down the streets of England, creating disaster and destroying places. Many were the deaths during those attacks but again, Sam couldn't understand the reason his dad would find this useful. Of course, he was shocked by the brutality of things and from the fact that nothing was ever mentioned in his whole life. It was like these things were meant to remain a secret. Even the cause of the death wasn't clear. In fact, there was no visible sign of an injury or anything else that could fatally hurt someone at all, and that was odd. The article that he was reading now was telling about an explosion that took place in a corner of a street because of a gas-leak. According to the file, thirteen people died because of that explosion but his father had written down a weird name next to the number of the victims.

"Sirius Black? Seriously?" Sam let a huge sigh as he couldn't understand what all these things were about and he put a hand on his face massaging his temples, trying to ease the tiredness and dizziness coming from all this information that was thrown to him.

Suddenly he heard the door opening and Dean came inside with a smile on his face which minimized when he saw his brother in between papers with his face looking like he wanted to break something. He put a serious face with a hidden grin and tried to act wisely and to not make his brother break something on his head:
"Did you find something about the colt or they're all rubbish?"

"Nothing…" Sam shook his head "As it seems, dad had told us everything he knew about the colt. There is nothing for us." He closed his eyes and rested his head on the headboard of the bed. Dean shrugged and threw his jacket on the other bed while he laid down. He frowned a bit when the open file caught his attention and he sat up slowly.

"What are ya looking at? What are those?" Dean asked.
Sam opened his eyes and sighed when he realized his brother was talking about the file he was reading some minutes ago.

"Another big nothing. It is about some weird deaths by accidents and some terrorist attacks many years ago." Sam answered as he raised the envelope and gave it to his brother's extended hand.

Dean's eyes widened a bit and he let a small laugh as he was staring at the envelope.
"Dude! Why are these people wearing dresses?" Dean questioned with an amused face.

"They're not wearing dresses, Dean. They are probably robes or something..." Sam corrected his brother with a huge mocking expression on his face.

Dean shrugged but then his amused face disappeared as he saw and then showed the picture he was holding to Sam.
"Too many…birds…" then his expression changed to an expression of disgust "Imagine the horror, the cars would be fu…" he shook his head and threw the picture back to its place and then he raised the documents to read the articles.

After some minutes, he put it back on the bed and turned his head to his brother, sharing the same expression Sam had when he had read them. His mind was working furiously as he was trying to understand the reason why their father would waste his time searching for this stuff and actually saving them in his storage rather than throw them in the rubbish.

"Do you think… that we could go there? I mean, maybe there are more files in the local newspapers or something?" Dean asked as he raised his eyebrows.

Sam, once again, looked his brother with an irony on his face:
"Have you read where this is, Dean? It's in another country…I'm sure that your car can't fly and as you remember we have other things to do."

"What things? As I remember, we hadn't had a case for a whole week and here we have…."

"…a case? Are you serious right now? Did you find anything demonic or monstrous in anything you read?" Sam inquired. He couldn't believe what his brother was now saying. Most of the time, Dean was the one who didn't want to waste their times in something that didn't seem like a hunt and now he wanted to go straight to nothing? "We don't have time for traveling Dean."

"I have plenty of time! A whole year!" Dean said with indifference as he shrugged, provoking his brother's anger to come. "Can't we go somewhere that our father found interesting? You know that he couldn't have kept these without a reason. Dad wasn't stupid!" Dean exclaimed with raised eyebrows as he rose from the bed and went to grab a beer from the little fridge.

Sam was still eyeing his brother like he was crazy, as he was trying to keep his anger inside him, like he did every time his brother acted like he didn't want to be saved. He shook his head and stood up too. "You realize that we are talking about England, right? And that we don't have anything to start from?"

"That didn't stop you when we came here to find something for the Colt."

"Yeah, and you do realize that we actually didn't find anything! And that fixing the Colt would be really, really useful for us."

"You know what else would be useful for us? Going to this place and examining the thing that our father was interested in rather than sitting without doing anything until something comes up, because, as you have noticed, that doesn't work."

Dean opened his beer and turned his head again towards the documents when he noticed a written phone number at the end of the page.

"Well, did you see this?"
Sam sat back up and stared at the number his brother was showing and he frowned.

"So what? Dad may have known someone from there…"

A wide grin appeared on Dean's face:
"And so we could call him and see if he could point us to where we should search for answers. And that's how we make a plan for this job!"

Sam, letting a big sigh as he knew that he couldn't change his brother's mind so easily, threw the last card he could use to win Dean's stubbornness "You do realize we will travel by plane, right?"

Dean made a grimace of fear but it soon disappeared and he put his fake smile on and shrugged "Why is that a problem?"

"Dean, are you freaking kidding me, you're scared of flights!"

"Was! I have faced my fears and now I don't have any problem facing them again!" Dean said still grinning, putting his brave posture and moving to pack his bag so not to let Sam see his unease.

After he understood that he had lost this battle with his brother, Sam turned towards his bed, staring at his bag and muttered with his eyebrows raised:

"England…''