Lock, Stock and a Trunk of Grace

Darksider82

HP/Supernatural x-over

Harry/Jo Harvelle

I own nothing save this plot

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They had won...The light had conquered over the darkness. But at great cost, Harry Potter the Man-Who-Won, The-Boy-Who-Lived was now the next Dark Lord...The basis of this fact? His two former money and knowledge grabbing friends known as Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.

Harry smirked as he cleared Hogwarts grounds and apparated away. When he died in the Forbidden Forest he had been met by an impeccably black clad stranger with a white ring and white cane.

"Ah, Harry Potter...I had a feeling I would be meeting you, Master." The stranger said bowing.

Harry wasn't a fool, he could smell sarcasm from two miles off, as well as traitors, dicks and absolute bell ends. "Death, I had a feeling we'd be meeting here...Where am I exactly?"

Death smirked "You died...I thought I heard you say you were smart...apparently I was wrong."

"I know I'm dead Death...Is this Purgatory? Limbo? Hell's elevator lobby? Heaven's stairway? Some unknown not quite afterlife and not quite death?" Harry replied his temper finally cracking after a year on the run with two traitors.

Death huffed "We are in Limbo...Purgatory is not the same as Limbo. Anyway you were hit by the killing curse and instead of it killing you...Tom Riddle killed his Horcrux...Now grant yourself lucky if you were three years later, this would have been a catastrophe for your world."

"How so?"

"You are a seal."

"A seal? I'm going out on a limb here based, seals for what? A cage? I don't exactly have faith in heaven or god."

"Correct...You're a seal to Lucifer's cage. Heaven exists as does god but he's on holiday somewhere."

"What now?"

"I can either let you pass on or send you back."

"Send me back...I'd rather go out trying to prevent the apocalypse rather than like this."

That was that. Death had given him his ring, now armed with the ring, cloak and wand he was now the 'Master of Death'. It meant Harry could talk to Death and had a greater pull over who was reaped, besides Death would rather prefer being in 'Hands of a betrayed teenager' than an 'Impudent monkey'. Somewhere in America a young man sneezed several times.

Harry had made it to Gringotts and was marched to see Ragnok, the Goblin King of the Goblin Hordes in Britain. It turned out that Ragnok had learnt of the upcoming war between Harry Potter and Voldemort and had allowed Harry and his friends to slip into Gringotts, find the Horcrux and get out long before Voldemort arrived. Ragnok had let out a grating, booming laugh when he heard how the boy in front of him had escaped.

Harry then found just how rich he was (insert one of my other Harry is loaded inheritances or even put someone else's in as it plays no real effect in this fic) and just how far Dumbledore's meddling actually went from embezzling from his family and Sirius's to bribing the Weasley's and Hermione to be his friend. (Weasley's I get who the actual fuck blurts out Platform 9¾ in muggle place? That screams set up or someone is thicker than Crabbe and Goyle).

Harry transferred a small fortune into dollars and acquired a passport, visa and two drivers licenses and various other things that 'May help along the way'. Harry bowed in gratitude and left Gringotts, his next option go and see Andromeda and his Godson. With another crack he disapparated away as Ron and Hermione arrived screaming that Harry had turned dark after brutally slaughtering Tom Riddle.

Andromeda held Theodore next to her chest, sobbing quietly. Her daughter and son-in-law were dead and she heard rumours that her grandson's godfather was the up and coming Dark Lord. Then they heard the crack of someone apparating into the backyard Andromeda place Teddy in his crib and both Ted Tonks and Andromeda pulled out their wands and trained them on the door.

Harry steeled himself and placed his wands hilt first in his left hand and hammered on the door, it swung open. Two spells came flying at him, he instinctively rolled under them and chucked his wands away as he dived through the living room and into the kitchen. "IT'S ME! HARRY POTTER! I SOLEMNELY SWEAR ON MY LIFE THAT I MEAN NO HARM!"

The spell casting stopped "Harry, Ted told me of some rumours that were floating in Diagon Alley about you killing He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and becoming a Dark Lord."

Harry snorted "Yes I killed Tom Riddle, was the only one who could. They expected me to kill him through love! I didn't either way he's dead and I'm not…they now spun it to me being the bad guy…I've decided I have had enough of Wizarding Britain and that Florida is nice this time of year."

The elder Tonks's stared at the dark haired man "You're skipping out of Britain!? Will you be coming back?"

Harry snorted "I want to see the world…I want to be a teenager and actually have a bit of a childhood since this war has taken that from me and as for me coming back…maybe to see if Ron and Hermione are dead…Before I left, I actually came to see my Godson before I flee."

Andy nodded and Harry made his way over, he picked up the young baby and held him close. "I'm sorry you never got to know me…maybe when your older we'll be able to meet."

"Take him…" Harry turned around to find his wands being handed back to him.

"You want me to take him with me?"

"Yes, you don't know the wizarding world like we do…If anyone is rumoured to support you it is not known for them to be murdered. We've had good lives but we won't go without a fight. It'll be easier for us to resist if he isn't here…Take care Harry Potter and may the angel Castiel protect you."

Harry nodded Castiel was said to have been the Potter family guardian angel along with Azrael and Orion. They were three of the many warriors of heaven who interacted with humanity. Harry had always wondered why they hadn't helped save his family but shrugged it off. He survived and he would.

"May Cassiel and Balthazar guard you." With another pop Harry and Teddy left to never again set foot in England.

Three years past and Harry had changed drastically. Teddy and Harry both changed, Harry now stood at a solid 6'0 and Teddy was growing into fine young four year old. However somethings had changed, Harry learnt how to drive and repair cars both by magic and by hand; also his luck seemed to have polarised even more.

Thankfully his grasp over magic, salt and iron managed to protect his godson on more than one occasion. He had protected the child from a Wendigo, a Pennsylvania Wood Pine Devil that had attacked sixteen miles away from its natural habitat and finally a Rugaru.

It wasn't until he shot a methane tanks and an oil truck setting the Rugaru alight did Harry realise that the Supernatural monsters like Vampires, Werewolves which he knew were real and others were now extremely likely. He had acquired himself a Ford Mustang '65 plate, he didn't know why but that car just appealed to him.

He placed runes and seals around the car and trunk expanding the trunk so it could comfortably carry an entire arsenal of weapons. It's not paranoia if they really are out to get you. He had managed to acquire a large amount of mythos of various religions and languages and made contacts in the Hunting world after helping a guy named Robert Singer with a rather tricky Lamia.

Flashback

Bobby was thrown violently through the air, out of a window to come crashing down on a Mustang. "You okay?"

Bobby groaned "'course not you idjit…What you doing here?"

The teen groaned "I could ask you the same…" The teen then saw the young woman.

"Get in the back." He growled as Bobby rolled off the hood of the car.

"Why?"

"Lamia…get in…the…damn…car."

Bobby climbed into the front seat after noticing the back had a child in it. "Thanks kid…where are we going?"

"Away from her…I have questions for you."

Soon enough the three males were sitting in Bobby's rented motel room. "Thanks for the save…how did you know it was a Lamia?"

Harry snorted and began to divulge how he had deduced how it was a Lamia. "You're a hunter?"

Now came the tricky part in Harry's opinion, Bobby was trusting him but Harry had inadvertently boxed himself into a corner. "Mr. Singer, what I am about to divulge is about to shake your foundations and beliefs on witches."

Now Bobby was interested "Call me Bobby, kid…I'm listening."

"I am about to swear an oath on blood in a bronze bowl and I would like it if you did the same."

Harry pulled out a sharp silver knife and a bronze bowl and raked his hand over the blade spilling the ruby liquid into the bowl, shortly followed by Bobby. "I, Hadrian James Potter on the blood freely given and bound to by Robert Singer do swear on my freely given life to divulge the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth so mote it be."

"I, Robert 'Bobby' Singer on the blood freely given and bound to by Hadrian James Potter; do swear on my freely given life to not react rashly or judgmentally based on Hadrian James Potter's answers so mote it be."

"So it has been spoken, so it has been said and let magic be our witness." Harry pronounced and the room flashed white.

With that Harry explained everything. Bobby stared in amazement and nodded only asking for clarification when he truly needed it. After Harry had finished his tale Bobby sighed.

"I'm not much of a people person but I know what's good for a toddler...four walls and a roof. You can repay me by helping me with calls, research and the business."

"I'm also a good cook."

Bobby cocked his eyebrows "We'll test that back home…so how do we kill the Lamia?"

"You have a blessed silver knife and I'll use a mixture of rosemary and salt in a rifle to keep her focused on me. You'll obviously have the same."

End flashback

Now here they were, Teddy curled up in an armchair with a stuffed wolf, stag and falcon toy. Bobby keeping a sharp eye on the infant and another in a book, on the phone talking to somebody called Dean.

Harry was in the kitchen, sawn of shotgun loaded with holy salt and holy silver rosemary in the chambers across his legs as he mashed steak and kidney into a pie dish before placing it in the oven.

Bobby's stomach rumbled; Harry wasn't kidding. He could COOK and the young man didn't mean ready meals but a proper pie, pasta bake and three course meal; it also helped that the guy was also handy with his hands and on the hunting side of things had an equally impressive collection of books and files. "I can cast protection charms if you want…On your books…Forty minutes until Pie is done." Harry said shutting the oven door and pulling out two beers.

"Sure…don't get me wrong having a sorcerer in the house is amazing but I've had a tough time with witches."

"I, Hadrian James Potter so solemnly swear to only ever draw my focus and use magic when in self-defence whilst on the property of Robert 'Bobby' Singer or when he gives permission." Magic built up as Bobby spoke "I accept your oath. Now do the damn charm you idjit…I need to tell you something."

Harry nodded and with a few flicks of his wands the charms went up "How do I know that they're not duds?"

Harry casually pulled out his shotgun and aimed it at a pile of books near the window and fired. A translucent shield erupted blocking the bullets, a bolt of fire; lightning and several other spells hit Bobby's extensive library causing no harm.

Then Harry heard it, the sound that only 60's make cars could make as they drove along "You know anyone who drives a Chevrolet Impala '67model?"

"The Winchesters…"