Fall Winter

By: ParaNoiablooD

Series: Supernatural and Harry Potter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Harry Potter.

NOTE: Takes place before Summer Fall.

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Emerald colored eyes stared sightlessly out the window, humming curling through the air in some haunting melody. The skies were a cloudy black with streaks of dark and light grey and the crescent moon was grinning in a gap through the clouds. Smoke coiled around the room, the rich plum color seeping in the dark painted walls.

A knock suddenly sounded on the ornate door, the only entrance to the room, and a hoarse voice croaked, "Enter if you please."

The door creaked open slowly and a tall shadow entered the gloomy room. The person seemed unfazed by the thick haze of smoke that snaked around. Blue eyes seemed to glow in the darkness and a smooth and deep voice informed the man sitting on the window sill, "Luna's located the cloak, mate, and Hermione left a message on the fridge saying wear the wand is."

The emerald eyes swiveled away from the window and seemed to come alive. A black stone encrusted with silver glinted off the man's left middle finger and the man was on his feet. He stumbled slightly as hulking wings ripped from his back and threw his balance off. The other man chuckled gruffly and steadied the suddenly excited wizard.

"Careful, mate, those wings of yours aren't under control yet," the red head laughed good naturedly, keeping his hand on the other's hip.

Lips parted to speak but a dreamy voice suddenly came from the doorway, "The Wrackspurts have finished their book and would like you to read it, Harry." A tiny woman stood there, eyes a swirling mass of silver. A serene smile was on her lips as he eyes stared off into space dreamily, "I seem to have misplaced the cloak somewhere in the house though, and I can't seem to find it."

Harry was grinning widely as he pounced onto the woman, wings quivering in excitement. "Luna, dear, if it's in this house I can find it!" He suddenly straightened, eyes sparkling as he grabbed either one of his friend's hands and began to drag them to the kitchen, "Now, let's go drink some hot chocolate and read those Wrackspurts book!"

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"The Winchesters?" Ron repeated, raising an eyebrow as he continued to stir the mixture of chocolate and milk in the pot on the stove.

Harry nodded happily, shoving a spoon of cream into his mouth. "Yep! Everyone up there is saying that the brothers are a part of something big, but they refuse to tell me what it is, exactly," Harry pouted, pulling the spoon out with a slick 'pop'. "I don't see why not! It's not like I do anything really bad, or anything!" he whined, stretching over the table.

Ron sighed and turned the stove off, pouring the hot chocolate into two mugs. He set one down in front of Harry who perked up and wiggled excitedly in his chair. The tall red head slumped into the chair across from his best friend and boss. "Harry, try not to get involved with the Winchesters. If you get involved, your luck combined with theirs will only lead to the apocalypse happening sooner than it should."

Harry ignored him as he slurped at his chocolaty heaven in a mug. Ron rolled his eyes and set about drinking his own hot chocolate. Silence fell over the kitchen except for the slurping coming from Harry and the soft sipping from Ron. The blue eyed man happened to glance at the fridge just as a post it note appeared, with neat writing scrawled across it.

Groaning he got up from his chair and peeled the note off the refrigerator. He scanned and raised an eyebrow. Huh… "Harry, Hermione says that you should find a husband and settle down already, instead of frolicking around with whoever catches your fancy," Ron informed his friend, smirking and shaking his head slightly.

Harry looked up from where he was staring forlornly at his now empty mug. "Hmm?" he asked distractedly, mourning his loss. "I don't see why my lack of actual love life is any business of her's. Not everyone can find a conveniently there man that they can spend the rest of their immortal lives with."

Ron snorted, "And not all of us go screwing and corrupting impressionable angels."

The dark haired Master of Death looked at his friend in outrage, "Oi! That was once and Castiel was definitely not complaining!"

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Luna hummed happily under her breath as she skipped down the streets of some small town. Her radish earrings jingled and her blonde, feathered hair flew delicately out behind her. Her eyes roved over the semi-crowded sidewalks and immediately latched onto a tall, dark haired man.

A serene smile stretched across her face and she changed directions and began to skip over to her new vict-I mean…interest.

She twirled around him and stopped when she was in front of him. Her eyes swirled, the pools of silver locking with confused mossy green eyes. "Hello," she greeted dreamily.

He furrowed his brow and replied cautiously, "…Hello."

Her smile widened and she flicked a lock of hair out of her face. She reached into her neon orange satchel that clashed terribly with her bright purple stockings, neon pink skirt and soft yellow blouse and pulled out a book. "Runglelins are flittering about your heart, mister," she commented lightly, voice inclining slightly in musical quality.

The tall adult's eyes blinked in confusion and he blurted, "Excuse me?"

Luna placed the book in his hands, continuing to smile. "This book should help you get rid of the Runglelins. They tend to breed faster the longer you stay in one place until they overwhelm you. Well, now I must go back to my husband and his delightful hot chocolate. Toodles!"

With a twirl she continued her way skipping into the crowd, vanishing into it despite her…rather interesting choice in clothing.

Her job was done.

FIN