Okay guys this is a new story. Hopefully I will be better with the updates because I like the feel and the writing itself better. I also have someone editing them for me (not a beta just someone I know). So please enjoy.

Chapter One

Severus Snape and Harry Potter walked through the woods, keeping an eye out for signs of Death Eaters. The two had been enlisted to help round up the late would-be despot's forces. Well, at least Severus had. Potter, in all his unholy cheerful glory, had probably volunteered. Severus grumbled as he walked, hoping they could find the insane blood purist soon and go home. Harry, however, oblivious to his former professor's bad mood, was happily chatting about every inane thing that came into his head and had Severus seriously contemplating murder.

"Potter, if you do not shut up, I will personally make sure you never speak again," Severus growled at him.

"Severus, why are you in such a bad mood? It's a lovely day, the sun is shining and the birds are chirping, we are having a nice walk in the woods in umm... where are we again?"

"I am in a bad mood because we have spent that last few months chasing a single Death Eater and are no closer to finishing him off than when we started. I am also spending this horrendous trip with a person of magnanimous Gryffindorish tendencies." It sounded like a compliment but after years with Severus, Harry knew it wasn't.

"Well, it's still a nice day with some rather lovely weather. You didn't answer my question about where we are."

"We are in Michigan, Mississippi, Montana, something that starts with 'M'. This country is unnaturally massive."

"Wait, so you really have no idea where we are? We could be in China for all you know, we could be anywhere."

"We are in America. You can tell because of the crude accents and manners. Now, be quiet, I think I hear voices." The two approached a clearing surrounded by dense underbrush. They peered through the trees and bushes to see three men standing around a body all holding guns. They both figured the body was their target, and he had been killed by the men, but they couldn't be sure. "Maybe we should just stun them," Severus suggested, "Then we can check the body to see if it is Lestrange, obliviate them and leave." Harry glared at him for the suggestion.

"We are not stunning and obliviating three men that may have done our jobs for us. It's impolite and wrong."

While the two bickered over how to check the to see if the body was really their target, the three men with the guns noticed the movement in the bushes. Dean Winchester glanced at where he could hear soft voices. "Hey guys, maybe we should make sure this guy didn't bring any friends with him." His brother and father nodded and the three silently made their way to where two men were bickering with each other. John thought the tall black haired one looked familiar but couldn't place the face.

Dean pointed his gun at them and started to demand that the two bickering men tell them what they were doing. Then, watched in fascination and horror as Severus, throwing the command out in the middle of his argument, floated the gun into his own hand. Then man deftly unloaded the gun and pocketed the rounds. The three stared at him as he continued to bicker without even pausing and handed the gun back to Dean. Dean gazed at it for a moment then stared at Severus.

"I sort of want to shoot you but that was really cool."

"I left a round in the chamber, so if you want to shoot one of us, have at Harry." Severus punctuated the statement with a wave toward Harry.

"Hey! You should be nicer to me."

"Why?"

"Because no one else wants to work with you, Severus." Severus glared at Harry for a moment until Harry spoke again, "Right, come on Severus, let's go see if the guy they took out was our target." Severus rolled his eyes and the two made their way over to where the body was. A quick examination of the body revealed it was Rabastan Lestrange, former Death Eater and soon-to-be pile of ash. Severus dug into the satchel he carried with him and took a series of proof pictures. Then he sent a quick spell to cremate the body and put the ash into a container. The three Winchesters watched as he sent a few quick spells at the clearing to clear it of all evidence that anyone had ever been there. Severus sneered at the remains of the inbred blood maniac and tucked the makeshift urn back into his bag. John gave a quick inhale as the sneer triggered a long forgotten memory and he finally realized why Severus looked so familiar.

"You eur bloody Snape," he exclaimed, slipping into a bit of a British accent. John looked annoyed about the touch of NEE (Northern England English*) slipping through. Severus shot him an unamused look.

"Yes I am. What's it to you?" Severus' voice was a disdainful drawl.

"My grandmother's maiden nem wor Snape n' she and my grandfather were from England. Wea'ar cousins!

*So, I am not British. I read a blog on accents and I decided that was most likely where their family was from then used an online translator to give him a little bit of an accent. Please review and tell me if I got it wrong or if I should change it. Review please, I love hearing your opinions and any constructive criticism you might have. Thanks for reading!