WW

The Battle of Hogwarts was already a complete fucking disaster. Then the sky opened. Y/N Black—twenty-one-year-old Southern hunter, mechanic, natural witch, professional monster killer, and owner of absolutely zero patience—falls straight out of a dimensional portal and crashes into the middle of the battlefield. She has no idea where she is. She doesn’t know Harry Potter. She doesn’t know what Hogwarts is. She doesn’t know what a Death Eater is. And she sure as hell doesn’t know why everyone is waving wooden sticks around like they’re armed. All Y/N knows is that she wants to go home. Unfortunately, the portal doesn’t close quietly. Sam and Dean Winchester fall through after her, still wearing their ridiculous priest disguises from the supernatural case they were working before reality decided to completely fuck them over. Then Castiel appears. Because apparently an angel falling into a wizarding war is a perfectly reasonable development. Now Hogwarts has three strange Americans, one extremely pissed-off Southern hunter, an angel, a revolver, supernatural magic, and a cowboy hat standing in the middle of its biggest battle. Harry doesn’t trust them. Hermione wants to study them. Ron thinks Y/N is fucking insane. Theodore Nott can’t stop watching her. The Death Eaters want to know what she is. And Voldemort wants to find out whether her abilities can be used. Y/N’s response? Absolutely fucking not. She doesn’t care about wizarding politics, ancient prophecies, blood purity, chosen ones, or whoever the pale bastard with no nose is supposed to be. She’s a hunter. She’s survived demons, witches, ghosts, possessions, cursed objects, hellhounds, and things that should never have had a face. A bunch of British wizards aren’t going to scare her. But Hogwarts is about to discover something very important: And Voldemort? He picked the wrong Hunter to irritate.