Magically Supernatural

Prolouge

"Hey, dad?" Dean calls.

"What?" John yells back exasperatedly.

They had gone to London for a few days, apparentely to help out some friend of John's. Dean thought that London was really cool, and since the trip fell on his eleventh birthday, it made it, like, ten times better.

His eleventh birthday was today. John's present was a really bad beating when he got home that morning. Thankfully, Sam, who is seven, wasn't up yet.

"I got this letter from a place called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizadry. Uh, do you wanna look at it?"

"Yes." John lumbered into the room and took the paper out my hands. "Oh, thank God. This is what I've been awaiting for. It's too bad it starts in September."

"Dad? What is this all about? I thout witches were bad. I mean, we kill them and quite a few other monsters for a living! So, now there is a school for them? And why the hell am I getting a letter from them? I'm not a witch!"

Dad backhanded me across the face. "You shut your mouth with all these questions, you hear me?!?"

I held a hand up to my face and softly said, "Yes sir."

"Now then, the only thing you need to know is that you've got magic in you and you are going to this school. Sam can't go yet, he's not old enough yet. It's an overnight kind of school, you stay there all year, and you don't come and visit during breaks except for summer. I don't wanna see your dissapointment of a face on Christams, New Year's, or Easter. You can come here for the summer break, I'll pick you up. Do you understand me?"

"But... I-I-I." I hang my head, "Yes sir."

"You've got 8 1/2 months before school starts. I'd better make sure you make the most it."