So I'm probably the first person who's geeky enough to think that the Weasley's would make a great family of hunters. Well, so be it.

I own neither Harry Potter nor Supernatural, both belong to their respective creators.

Tasha, disregard the name Ellen. I know you haven't seen that far, and it's not a detail that's important to this story.

The man Ellen had introduced them to was short and muscular, his hair an eye popping shade of red and his face so heavily freckled he looked tan. He was wearing a leather jacket, faded jeans and fairly non-descript black sneakers.

"Charlie Weasley" He introduced himself, sticking out a calloused hand with a shiny looking burn on the back of it. He seemed to be covered with burns and scars, the most visible one started at his collar bone and curved over his shoulder and out of view "Ellen told me you guys needed help getting a dragon to a reserve"

"Dean Winchester" the elder Winchester brother returned "And we don't need any help"

Charlie Weasley raised a single red eyebrow "Two guys are going to move two thousand pounds of angry, fireproof, spell resistant, territorial muscle from a tiny town in Northern California to a dragon reserve, five hundred miles south?"

"Sam Winchester" Sam stuck out his hand and placed it in Charlie's "And we're not saying no thank-you, Dean's just wondering how good you are."

Charlie nodded slowly "Fair enough question I suppose. I've been working on a reserve, controlling dragons, keeping poachers off the land, hatching abandoned eggs, all sorts of stuff, for years, ever since I was eighteen."

"How did you get into the profession?"

"Bit of a family business I suppose" he shrugged "I'm the second of seven, six boys, one girl."

"Are you all that red on top?" Dean asked, a trace of mocking in his tone

Charlie just laughed "Twelve years ago that question would have bugged the hell out of me. And yes."

Charlie's eyes flicked back and forth, appraising Dean. "My baby sister's in England and she's staying there. Especially now that I see not all the hunters that come through here would appall her."

Sam chuckled "He got you Dean."

"Yeah okay" Dean leaned forward on his fists, across the small table that separated them "But what can you tell me about dragons?"

Charlie leaned back in his chair "They're fireproof, territorial, easy to upset, most are huge enough to eat one of you in a single swallow and immune to most spells. Endangered too, and they don't usually stray far enough away from their territory to be noticed by humans, so if you kill one you bring all the secret legal guys down on your head. Basicly, to subdue them, you gotta shoot them full of enough tranquilizers and mild poison to knock them out, then lock their jaws up. Without being able to take in extra oxygen, the fire that's their life force gets dimmed a lot. Makes them weak and easy to transport. I got a truck with a dragon trailer, if you help me knock the sucker out, we load him or her (and a her would make the job a lot harder, they're bigger and meaner) into the trailer and I drive out the reserve and get us a grand to split."

"A grand huh?" Dean raised an eyebrow "A job that actually pays?"

Charlie laughed "Yeah. It's hard to get people to go after dragons. You have to be a little bit psychotic to want to deal with them."

Sam smirked a bit "Well that sounds exactly like our kind of job"