An odd scar and an old car

hey guys! I've never been one for very long introductions so I'll keep this short!

This is going to kind of be a collection of one shots but not really, I'll just be skipping some stuff in between chapters. So it's not really one shots but it is...

anyway way I hope you like the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own supernatural or harry potter. If I did I would be writing this as a book not a fanfiction.

Harry had needed a brake. After the war he had really needed some time by his self to think things through. His life had just gone by so fast after his fourth year that the only time he ever had to think was during the summer when he was busy with chores. And anyway half the Order, Neville and Ron's two oldest brothers had left England as soon as possible. So after his make up seventh year at Hogwarts was done and over with he ran away.

Well it wasn't exactly 'running away', he had told Ginny and Hermione and Ron, but other then them no one knew where he was, and that's exactly how he wanted it. He needed a brake from fame and death.

Telling them had been a little tense and really he had much rather just have avoided telling them altogether but he had already left them out of to much during the war. as much as he knew it was the right thing to do the disappointed look Harry had gotten when he told him had still hurt.

Ginny she smiled and said it was probably good to spend some time apart from each other. Hermione had been completely existed about the idea and gave him a book about wizards around the world along with a concerned smile. Ron had been much more worried about this idea, the red head had warned Harry that if he was trying to hunt down the remaining Death eaters Ron would personally send the entire Ministry of Magic after him.

It had been easier than he thought to pack up his stuff in one of Hermione's bags and leave. On a whim Harry decided that he wanted to see America after hearing Dudley talk about it and had chosen the Grand Canyon as his first stop. Soon he had added New York and Seattle to his list of places to see, Niagara Falls and Cape Cod Seashore some how made it on to his list of places to see. It hadn't taken Harry Potter that long to decide that he would much rather travel around America, just for a little bit longer.

Harry had made his way through at least ten of the places some travel magazines had recommended and had decided to look at some of the smaller towns of America. The-boy-who-lived kept telling himself that each town would be the last but still he kept jumping from town to town, never really staying anywhere.

One day as the summer started really betting on Text Harry surprisingly figured that he had been gone for six mounts. Griping his bag and checking out of his crapy hotel Harry decided that this would be his last town.

And so here he was, in a café in America, eating the "worlds best pie" and saying good bye to his short freedom trip. He held a copy of the American equivalent to the Daily Prophet close to his chest and pretended that he didn't care about what it said. Throughout his whole trip Harry had been keeping an eye on the news, even though the whole point of running away was to: run away.

He was yet to find any Witches or Wizards but it's not like he had been looking very hard. In fact the only reason he was looking was because he wanted to stay away from them, for just a little while he didn't want to be 'The Boy Who Lived' he just wanted to be Harry.

A long sigh escaped the young mans mouth as he pick at the slice of apple pie in front of him. Harry had stayed up almost all night due to nightmares of his time being the chosen one. Even after several potions he was exhausted from his lack of sleep. It's not like he could do anything about it, Harry wasn't good at falling asleep and had Long sense given up on a 'good nights sleep'.

Sipping the tea that a grumpy waitress had brought him, Harry tried every hard not to think about tomorrow. Going back to Britain had been a hard decision for him to make. It wasn't like he didn't miss his friends, the problem was all the other people in the Wizarding World. There was just to much politics! If it wasn't the hunt for a new minister it was a political claiming they had been affected the worst by the war.

Still Harry had to go back, he missed The Weasly clan's way of making him feel like part of the family and Hermione constant mothering.

The bell hanging on the café's tan door rang to announce a new customer had found his way into the cliché 70's diner. Harry looked up with mild interest at the two men that had just walked in. One was considered short (although the man was still much taller then Harry) compared to the giant that stood next to him, the short man wore his brown hair in spikes full of gel. His jean jacked scuffed and dirtly, clearly he was the poster boy for 'Bad Boys'. The man next to him seemed just a little uncomfortable with his body, smooth brown hair leading to dirty unmatched cloths, he just seemed like a moose in a city. Of course his hight didn't help, this man was tall enough to even give Hagrid a run for his money. Harry stifled a giggle with another bit of the bland pie and looked away from the two.

Harry didn't spend to much time looking at the two of them but from what he could tell they had seen some pretty shitty stuff. The hard look in both their eyes wasn't hard to spot, having worn the same look for mouths on end.

The wizard observe them as the men were seated in the booth in front of his red one. They seamed in be in some sort of argument but were too far away from him to be herd.

He watch the shorter-but-still-taller-then-Harry man tell the almost-the-size-of-Hagrid-but-not-quite man something in a hushed tone. Maybe in Harry pretended to go to the bathroom he could get close enough to hear them.

Harry let out a disappointed grown as he rolled his eyes and went back to his pie. No adventures for him, this was his last day in his relaxing life. Trying not to think about what a cute couple the men were, he went back to looking out the window and dreading to go home.

It wasn't until Harry was on his second cup of coffee that he started listening to the couple in front of him. They kept talking about a "Job" and "how easy it would be", that made Harry scrunch up his face, so they were ether contractors or the police right?

Harry scrunched up is face at that though, if they were the police they had better leave him alone. It's not that he disliked Muggle cops, he had just not had the best experience with the government and took great pride in the fact that not one reporter from the Daily Prophet had found him.

That was one Harry's biggest fears, that someone might find him. In fact the only reason he had told Ginny, Ron and Hermione that he was leaving was because he didn't want them looking for him. Right now he was the most relaxed he had ever been, no 'family' yelling at him for something he couldn't control, no strange looks from people trying to figure out if he was really Harry Potter, no completely arrogant Ministry that couldn't decide if Harry was a hero or suspicious inquire, and most importantly no dark lord trying to kill him or his friends. It was perfect, too perfect.

Looking back Harry should have foreseen that his life was about to take an unexpected turn for adventure, but he never could have predicted that the two seemingly ordinary people in front of him would be the cause of it.

I am so sorry I haven't updated! I've started rewriting the story and changing what I had planned. I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!

Rewritten April 3, 2014 6:50 PM