10 years ago

London, Great Britain

"Harry……."

A dark shadow crossed the battlefield, gliding across the churned mud and blood as though it weren't there. The raging battle stilled as the dark presence passed them, causing shivers of fear and dread to travel up the spines of all it slivered passed. It reached a dark haired figure and surrounded him.

"Harry……" The darkness crackled and became a silhouette before suddenly appearing as a human. It was male and was good-looking. But none of this was noticed once gazing into his eyes. They were dark pits and if you looked deep enough then you would see death and pain and fire. A dark humourless laugh broke free from his shapely lips. "Harry. Imagine seeing you here."

Harry James Potter glared at the man before him, his bright jade eyes hard and cold. Harry had changed in the last year since he had died and killed Voldemort. He was unrecognisable. He had suddenly had a late growth spurt, and although he wasn't as tall as most guys, he reached six foot in height. Harry had also put some muscle on due to intense training and the fact that it was necessary to survival. The scar on his forehead was still there, but his features had matured to match his age and his glasses also were gone. There was no potion to correct vision, which is why wizards still had need for glasses. But after Hermione's insistence, Harry had discovered that muggles were very far ahead of wizards and could correct vision problems with lasers. He was still in awe of the fact that he could see everything in sharp and perfect vision without his glasses.

"Lucifer." Harry spat. "Stopped by for afternoon tea before going back to your burning pit of a prison cell?"

The son of perdition smiled once again. "Harry, this world is mine. Tom Riddle raised me from the pit so I could rule over this world and in return I would make your kind great." Lucifer moved closer to Harry and continued in a seductive and lulling voice. "You see how the muggles fear you, how they would treat you if you were known to them. And where is GOD in all this? Nowhere! He would allow his greatest creation to be destroyed by those who can never possess what your people do!"

"The muggles simply don't understand what is happening. It is not their fault." Harry commented quietly but with no conviction. The muggles had sealed Briton off from the rest of the world. No one was allowed in or out. They thought that there was a major terrorist organisation at work that was causing the mayhem and destruction that had been started by Voldemort and was continued by Satan and his followers.

"Wizards are such fascinating creatures. You can't be possessed and you have control over the forces of nature without having to make a deal with your soul." Lucifer placed a hand on Harry's shoulder as he was in thought. "And then there is you. You have the Hallows, given to your ancestors by Death himself. And now you are immortal. A side effect of bringing the three together." A hand quickly darted out and grabbed Harry's wrist, pulling it upwards. On Harry's right ring finger a silver ring glinted, a pitch black stone gleaming from it was set in the middle surrounded by a ring of dark wood. The Hallows had combined as soon as Harry was in possession of all three of them. "They are tied to your soul, Harry Potter. Your now immortal soul."

Harry suddenly snapped his attention back to the figure in front of him. "Tom may have made a deal with you, but he is now dead. And burning in hell, I imagine. There is no way I will allow you to rule earth." He wretched his hand from the fallen angel's grip.

"There is nothing you can do Harry Potter. Riddle raised me and would have been the only one who could send me back. Thanks for killing him for me, by the way." Lucifer clapped his hands mockingly.

Harry stepped back from Lucifer, who smirked in victory. But his smirk died when Harry pulled out a knife and slit his wrist with it, allowing the blood to flow down the blade. "Harry, you can't die. You know that there is no escape for you. I'm going to enjoy torturing you, knowing that I could do it for eternity."

Harry smiled at Lucifer. "Tom raised you by opening the portal with his own blood. But you forget that he used my blood for his own resurrection, so it was my blood in his veins and my blood used to raise you from the pit."

Lucifer, shocked, stumbled backwards but was too slow. Harry leapt forward and plunged the knife deep into Lucifer's chest. He looked into Lucifer's eyes until a blinding light engulfed them both. A scream pierced the air and an explosion resounded around the battle churned field. As the bright light disappeared, everyone present could see Harry was still standing, barely, the silver knife gripped in his hand by his side, dripping blood.

Present day

South Dakota

"Dean……..he's coming Dean."

Dean glanced over at his baby brother as he kept muttering the same phrase over and over in his sleep. After the portal had opened that was to set Lucifer free, Dean had grabbed Sam had had got the hell out of there. There was no way they could win a face off against Lucifer. They had arrived at Bobby's two weeks ago, who they had called and told him what had happened. They had been there for two damn weeks, surrounded by every symbol of protection they could find and nothing had happened yet. They scoured the news everyday, but nothing out of the ordinary possessions or haunting had happened.

"Still having nightmares then?" Bobby asked Dean quietly, watching Sam toss and turn on the couch. "Look Dean, you need to speak to him. He hasn't got any better."

Dean sighed. "I know, but I don't know how. What can I possibly say to make him feel ok Bobby? 'I know you have caused the end of the world Sammy, but everything will be ok'."

Bobby moved forward and gave Dean a slap upside the head. "Don't say things like that, you idjit."

Dean was about to retort when a banging resounded around the room, causing Sam to jump off the couch and reach for a machete. He looked blearily around and swung out at two figures that suddenly appeared in the room next to where he was previously asleep. However, as soon as he saw who it was, he stopped mid-swing and carefully put the knife down.

Stood before the three hunters was Castiel, Dean's own guardian angel and pain in the ass. Slightly burned around the edges, the angel held up another man who they recognised as a beaten up Chuck. The prophet was being gripped tight by the angel and was bordering on unconsciousness. Castiel helped Chuck to sit on the sofa that Sam had previously occupied, before turning and observing his ward calmly.

"Cas! I thought you were a goner!" Dean exclaimed, shocked that the angel had appeared so suddenly.

"No." Castiel shook his head sadly. "Now that Lucifer has risen, the angels are too busy fighting each other as well as the attacking demons to both with what I am doing."

"The angels are fighting each other? Why?"

Castiel sighed, a staggeringly human trait he seemed to have picked up. "Some angels believe that we didn't do enough to stop Lucifer rising. Others think it is good, because he is our brother and should come before anything else, even humans. There are many divisions among my brothers and sisters."

"Why hasn't he done anything?" Sam asked the angel and shifted nervously when the angel looked at him with piercing eyes.

"Lucifer's rising was a secret, even to the demons. Most demons don't know that he has risen and believe he is still a myth – something they believe in but have never met. Lucifer has to gather power like any other demon. He doesn't have an army yet, but he is gathering one."

"Ok, so we have a while before he will try anything." Bobby looked relieved. "We should prepare."

"Yes, we must make plans for how we will cast Lucifer back in perdition." Castiel turned to the eldest hunter. "I must know – do you have a Black Bible?"

"What does it matter what colour the bible is?" Dean asked, before getting hit on the back of the head by Bobby.

"No you idjit. He means a certain book, not the colour of it."

"What is the Black Bible?" Same warily asked. "I've never heard of that translation."

"That doesn't surprise me. As great a hunter as your Daddy was, he was as stubborn as a mule and refused help most of the time." Bobby pulled his hat off and ran a hand through his hair. "Your Daddy kept you boys away from other hunters, so you never heard the legends and stories that get passed around."

"The Black Bible is only 10 years old and merely has four books. They were written by magic users in Britain." Castiel explained, only to be interrupted by Dean.

"What do you mean 'magic users'? Like witches and voodoo?"

"No. These magic users are born with the ability to connect to nature and manipulate it to their will. An innate gift they are born with. They have more power on Earth than even archangels because we are merely helpers and messengers of God with minimal powers to interfere. Born witches and wizards have the power, granted by God, to control their environment."

"I've heard of them, but never encountered one because they normally keep to themselves. There are greater numbers of them in Europe, but less in America because the original colonists feared and persecuted them." Bobby nodded when the angel looked over at him.

"The Black Bible is an account of when Lucifer last rose, in England, 10 years ago."

"10 years ago!?" Sam exclaimed. "Why didn't any of hear about it?"

"Other hunters hear stories about it, but you boys don't interact with other hunters." Bobby calmly explained. "Lucifer was set free from perdition but a wizard – a self proclaimed Dark Lord who wanted power and greatness for all magic users over ordinary humans."

Castiel continued where Bobby stopped. "The first book was written by a magical seer and explains how the Dark Lord came to power the first time and was defeated by an infant chosen by prophecy and fate. The second book is a first hand account of the second war and how this child once again defeated the Dark Lord. It explains the events that lead to this dark wizard using magic to open a portal into the pit. The third is about Lucifer gathering power and how he was finally sent back to perdition."

"I can't believe we didn't know about this." Dean muttered, rubbing the back of his neck in agitation. "Wait, you said there were four books. What is in last?"

Castiel observed the hunters before him. "It is a short account written by the man who exiled Lucifer and sent him back to hell."

"He survived that?" Sam looked hopefully at his older brother. "We have to find him and get his help!"

Chuck finally looked up, although he still appeared slightly dazed. "Of course he survived, although sometimes he wishes he didn't."

Dean looked at the prophet of God sharply. "What do you know about him? I thought you only saw about us?"

Chuck groaned and clutched his head. "It was just about you. But now that the archangels are busy, I see much more. My head feels like it is about to explode!"

"I did not know, but it was decided that Chuck should only see you two and write about you." Castiel calmly explained. "But they are no longer blocking what he sees."

"So you can see this guy? You know where he is?" Sam asked the prophet eagerly.

"I can see so much. It is painful – you have no idea what his life is like. There is so much death and pain and it doesn't stop!" Chuck rubbed his eyes and sighed once again. "He can never die." Chuck whispered so quietly that Dean almost missed it.

"Are you serious?" Dean asked incredulously. "He can't die? What the hell?" Dean turned to look at Castiel questioningly.

"It is true. He is immortal thanks to a gift from Death himself to his family's ancestors."

"So he would be willing to help us." Sam continued when his brother looked at him questioningly. "Well if Lucifer walks the Earth and this guy is immortal, then he wouldn't be able to escape. He would literally be in hell on Earth for all eternity."

"So where can we find him?" Dean paced the room anxiously, watched by everyone else in silence. "I mean, Chuck, you can see him. So can you find him?"

"You don't need some prophet to find him, you idjit." Bobby aimed another smack to Dean's head, but the younger hunter managed to dodge this one. "Hunters know about him, but most are too afraid to meet the man who is immortal and had the power to banish Lucifer. He owns a bar that is renowned for being rowdy – even the most hardcore hunters stay away from it." Bobby hesitated for a moment before deciding to continue. "In fact, your Daddy was the only hunter that I knew that had met the man in person, not just contacted him on the phone for hard to find information."

"Dad met him?" Sam asked incredulously. "Why did he never mention it?"

Bobby shrugged. "Your Dad wanted to keep you both away from other hunters, so he would hardly bring you with him to meet the man who stopped the apocalypse and has since become one of the most hardcore hunters known."

"He is not only a 'hardcore hunter'." Castiel unemotionally commented. "He is the most powerful wizard on the planet. Whilst he was powerful in his own magic, he has since developed other gifts that are linked to his immortality. He is the most powerful being to freely walk the Earth."

Dean looked between the eldest hunter and the angel. "So, when do we leave?"

Idaho

Harry James Potter had changed little since he had sent Satan back to his pit – the only major difference was that he looked older. Not that Harry was about to celebrate. When he was younger, Harry hated being smaller and looking younger when in comparison to his peers. Now though, he was almost 29 but still only looked about 24. He had continued to age after defeating Lucifer, but it had slowed as time went on. Harry supposed that it as because of his immortality due to the Hallows.

Harry had stayed in England, helping to rebuild and re-establish the government, but he had grown restless and wanted more from life. He had dated Ginny for a while, but they drifted and soon realised that they were more comfortable around each other as siblings than in a relationship. Ginny was now happily married to a muggleborn wizard and was soon expecting her first child.

Smiling as he thought about his pseudo-family, his thoughts moved to those closest to him. When Harry had researched into Lucifer and how to defeat him, he had stumbled across information about the supernatural and how there were groups of muggles dealing with it all across the world. In search of adventure, Harry had packed up, sold his house and moved across the pond. He had been here 8 years and had yet to look back.

Once he had told those closest to him that he was moving to become a hunter and to help those in need, he was shocked when they insisted on coming with him. Ron and Hermione had dated for years before finally getting married, although they decided not to have children for a few more years yet, much to Molly Weasley's annoyance. His little godson, Teddy, was now with him, although he wasn't so little anymore. Now at 11, Teddy was fun and outgoing. He had his father's features when he wasn't morphing his appearance, but he had his mother's bubby personality. Of course, where Teddy went, so did his grandmother. Andromeda was a godsend to Harry, and he looked to her like a mother figure that he never had.

A strange and unexpected addition to his surrogate family was Draco Malfoy. After the final battle with Voldemort, Harry had testified on Draco's behalf. Although Lucius Malfoy was sent to Azkaban and Narcissa moved to France, Draco had stayed to prove himself. Harry had become closer to Draco during the time that they were searching for ways to banish Lucifer. Even more strange and unexpected was Draco falling for Luna and them getting married a few months ago.

Right now, Harry was cleaning down the bar in the pub he owned and ran. After a year or two of wandering, Harry settled down in Idaho and opened a bar. The few Hunters that he had met on his travels often called him for information about the supernatural, and in time his bar had become a place for only the most dedicated and hardcore hunters. Harry knew that there were legends about him among the Hunting community, but he chose to ignore these and continue on with his life.

As the evening wore on, Harry's mood changed. For the last few hours since he had opened the bar, there was a constant tingle at the back of his mind. He didn't know what it was, but he felt that something was getting closer. Sighing, he picked the tray of drinks up off the bar and headed to a booth at the back of the bar where his family was sat. He deftly ducked around the bar's patrons and set the drinks down with a smile. As soon as the last drink hit the surface of the table, the tingle became an insistent scratch. He spun around and came face to face with a group of people that had entered the bar moments before.

One of the younger men – quite good-looking, Harry absently thought – looked straight at Draco, mistakenly thinking him the owner of the bar. In a rough voice, he said "We would like to talk to you. There is something….delicate we have to discuss. And very important."

Draco arched an eyebrow at them, before glancing at Harry. These men screamed Hunters, but they had never been to the bar before. Receiving a minute nod from Harry, he smirked and commented "About what, pray tell?"

The first man looked at the eldest member of their group, who reached into a pocket and pulled out pendant on a leather cord. Draco looked closely at the pendant, which was an Arthurian protection charm. Draco recognised it as the pendant that accompanied the Black Bible, designed so that those who knew the truth could identify each other.

"So you've read the Bible. What has that got to do with me? Its Harry you should speak to."

The man at the side of the group, who was tall with shaggy hair, stepped forward eagerly. "Harry? The man who sent Satan back to the pit 10 years ago?"

"Yes, that would be him." Draco looked over the group one last time before downing his drink and nodding to Harry. "You should come in the back with me. Then you can talk to him in private."

Harry watched as Draco led the group into the private room at the back of the bar. He had been talked about and watched many times by Hunters, but that was just annoying hero worship that he had learnt to ignore. These guys were something different. Harry sighed as he got a tray full of beers that he had spiked with holy water. He dreaded to think what the group was here for, but he couldn't turn them away and ignore it. He had to know.

Dean sat back on one of the leather chairs that were in the private room of the bar. Bobby sat on one side of him and Sammy the other. Chuck was slouched in his chair next to Bobby, clutching his head and quietly muttering to himself. Castiel had chosen to stand silently behind Dean's chair. It was slightly off-putting, but before he could comment, the door opened and a figure entered.

Dean watched the man that entered set down a tray of beers onto the table. It was the same guy that had been serving drinks to the blond that he had talked to when they had first entered. This guy, who he thought was a barman, had dark hair and the most piercing green eyes Dean had ever seen. But he had an air about him that radiated power and strength.

Dean soon found himself shocked when the supposed barman sat down in the chair opposite them and took a swig of beer. "So, what can we do for you?"

"Erm, we're waiting to see Harry. So, if you could go and get him……." Dean said, ignoring Sam tugging on his sleeve and trying to get his attention.

"Oh?" The man raised and eyebrow. "Well, I'm sorry you think that I can't help you. Maybe Draco could help?" He turned to the blond that had re-entered the room. "Isn't that right Draco?"

Draco looked at the smirk on the man's face and shook his head. "Stop playing games, Harry."