Title: The Hand That Holds The World
Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me, and neither does Supernatural, it belongs to it's specific owner(s).
Using there characters for only enjoyment purposes only, I am not making any money off of this fan fiction at all.
Warning: Will eventually contain Yaoi/Shanon-ai, which for those who don't know what that is, it is a Male/Male relationship. The pairing will not come in until later on in the story, the story is going to be based around the surroundings, such as Sam, Dean, Castiel, Angels, God, Michael Arch Angel, Heaven, Hell, Apocalypse, Lucifer… etc.
Authors Note: This story will progress as it is written, I don't have an overall plot for this story at the moment, I just want it to come out as it's written, as I find when I do that it's more easier to get the chapters posted early.
Chapter One
"Attention everyone," a voice echoed throughout the large hall, where the Order of the Phoenix had assembled for an emergency meeting. The hustle and bustle, strained whispers died down, and all eyes turned toward the purple robed man at the front of the room.
"Thank you all for coming tonight, especially on such short notice," Albus Dumbledore began, "but however, there has been an accident that may have ended the life of our young Harry Potter,"
Whispers spread throughout the room, and Professor Dumbledore held his hands up in a request for silence.
"Whilst returning home from Kings Cross today, the Dursley family was killed in a car accident. Apparently, they took a corner too quickly and lost control of the vehicle, which then flipped and soon burst into flames. It is not believed there was any magical interference." Professor Dumbledore paused again, allowing the information to settle, until Molly Weasley called out frightfully:
"What about Harry? You said the Dursley's died, and Harry should have been in that car with them…"
"No sign of Harry or his belongings were found in the wreckage. His fate, we do not know of as of yet." Professor Dumbledore answered solemnly, peering down his half-moon glasses at the shaking red-haired woman.
Many foreheads wrinkled into frowns, the facts just did not add up. Dursley's dead, Harry gone, but no wizard had cast any spells in the vicinity…
"Hedwig!" gasped the hushed voice of Molly Weasley. The striking white owl made a beeline for Professor Dumbledore, who relieved the bird of its burden, and opened the note with some trepidation.
"Harry Potter!" the old bartender gasped in a shocked tone.
Harry cringed, and did a quick sweep of the room to see if his voice had caught any attention. Though Harry's eyesight was worse for wear, it seemed fortunately, the Leaky Cauldron was emptying for the night, and all the customers were to far away or too drunk to comprehend anything said.
"Hi, Tom, I was wondering if I could have a room for the night, I'll pay you tomorrow," he asked trying to sound casual.
"Sure, but, I mean, here, all alone, you of all people should know it's a dangerous world out there at the moment Mr. Potter," Tom said, reluctantly handing the boy key.
"Yeah, well, I had no other choice," Harry replied, fingering the key in his hand.
"There's always a choice Mr. Potter. I hope you are owling Professor Dumbledore immediately, it is not safe at all," he replied shaking his head, "Room 8, it's last on your right." He replied with a slight wink.
"I will, and thanks Tom," Harry replied, heading for the blurry shadow of the staircase at the Wizarding Inn.
Flashback
"How dare you let your kind to speak to me and my family like that?" Vernon spluttered, miniscule drips of spit splattering across the windscreen.
"I didn't kn…" Harry began, watching his uncle swell with indignation.
"Who do you freaks think you are? Telling us how we should live our lives? Freaks or not, I'll do whatever I damn well like thank you very much!" Vernon continued, and Petunia nodded in sympathy.
"I mean the things we've had to put up with over the years, snakes on the loose, people flying like a balloon, exploding fireplaces, flying cars, and then the attack on Dudley last summer… I think your lot doesn't appreciate how much we put up with."
"Mmm… Poor Duddikins," Petunia murmured softly.
"Exactly. Then to throw it all back in our faces like that…" Vernon went on; Harry cringed and sunk lower into the back seat, as it seemed the verbal bashing was going to continue the entire trip to Privet Drive.
All of a sudden, tires squealed as the Vernon braked suddenly, swerving to the side of the road. Harry was thrown forward in his seat, heart in his mouth. Realizing they had come to a halt, stopping on the side of the road, Harry looked up only to meet Vernon's angry eyes.
"Well, you know what Harry Potter. No longer will I tolerate this. I am a Dursley, I am a respectable citizen, and I'm putting my foot down," Vernon said exiting the car and walking around to the back door on the passenger side where Harry sat.
Opening the door Vernon said, "Out, now,"
"What?" Harry asked in surprise, sitting up a little straighter unlocking his seat belt.
"I said out. Go. We don't want you, or anything to do with you." He snarled in answer.
Harry simply gaped at him in shock.
Vernon lunged at Harry's frozen form and dragged him from the car by the collar onto the sidewalk, black rimmed glasses falling from Harry's nose, giving a resounding crunch underneath Vernon's steel-capped boots. He dumped Hedwig and her cage in his arms, and popping the boot, Vernon threw Harry's trunk down beside him, gave him one last look of utmost loathing before shutting the door, climbing back in the driver's side, and speeding off down the road and out of sight.
Harry sat there blinking, eyes unfocused, not quite comprehending what had just happened.
A car sped around the corner, splashing drain water up over the curb, and with Hedwig's indignant squawk as her white feather were doused in cold brown water, Harry came out of his stupor.
'They threw me out. They abandoned me. The Dursley's dumped me off in the middle of nowhere to fend for myself' he thought abstractedly.
Getting to his feet, Harry did the only logical thing possible - he pulled out his wand, and held it out in front of him.
Just as he expected he heard the unique sound of the Knight Bus came round the corner and screech to a halt in front of him. He had to go to Diagon Alley and contact the Order, going to Grimmauld place would be too bold, anybody could be on the bus to overhear, he may inadvertently give away the order location! It is under Fidelius though… Harry mused silently as Stan made his introductions. 'No, better be safe than sorry' He decided, before interrupting the pimply conductor.
"Diagon Alley please," Harry said, holding out what was left of his galleons in his hand.
"Sure thing Neville, long time no see. Merlin! It'll be the next stop if your paying me this much!" Stan exclaimed.
Harry simply gave him a grateful smile grasping for the handrail, whilst Stan dragged his trunk and owl on board behind, he took a seat on the nearest bed and braced himself for one hell of a ride.
End of Flashback
With a heavy sigh, Harry flopped down on the chair by the window, and rested his head in his hands. He was lost without his glasses. Getting the key in the lock had been a mission, let alone remaining upright walking up the rickety staircase.
Looking up, and out of the window into the blurry night sky, Harry knew he was in danger being out all alone (not to mention without his glasses!), but he was in the wizarding world, his world, the new-found freedom, even if for only a day, set in. Fumbling in the drawer for paper, ink and quill, Harry paused, quill poised for action, before he started scribbling, a legible – he hoped – letter.
Authors Ending Note: Pretty please could everybody vote on a pairing, I've got one in mind, I just need some help choosing. Plus if you'd like to give me some Idea's as to what could happen in this fanfiction, feel free to review or even PM me :)
Thanks!