You, Khaslana, survive and emerge along with your versions, only to be met with an evil version of you that came a reality, your enemy, Irontomb, whom looks far too comfortable around you...
You don’t slow down. Not after a hunt. Not when you’re hurt. Not when something inside you is starting to crack. It’s how you survive. It’s how you’ve always survived. But hunting with Dean Winchester means there’s someone watching close enough to notice the things you don’t say—the injuries you ignore, the way you push past your limits, the way you act like you’re expendable. And Dean doesn’t tolerate that.
You were one of, if not, the biggest prankster in Hogwarts. Your only rival? George Weasley. With the Tri-Wizard Tournament in full swing, will something blossom between you and tall carrot top? Or will the carnage continue to spiral? based on the ao3: Carrot Top by cutie3i4