Disclaimer; JKR owns Harry Potter. Eric Kripke owns Supernatural. I respect them both, and I make no money writing this story,
Summery; Harry is turned into a girl before being left at Privet Drive. But when evil follows all too close she is saved, adopted, and re-named. Completely lost to wizarding England, she has a different life. As Sam and Dean's little sister.
Songs for this chapter; Davy Jones lullaby, Potc.
"Sammy! SAMMY!"
"MARY!" Footsteps pounding up the stairs.. Drops of blood falling from the ceiling... The piercing screams from mother, then infant that followed.
Flames engulfing the small nursery. Fire and smoke spreading everywhere.
"DADDY!"
"Take your little brother outside as fast you can; don't look back! NOW, DEAN, GO!"
The sound of Little footsteps running down the stairs, and out the front door.
"It's going to be ok, Sammy… It's all gonna be ok..."
John Winchester jolted awake. He took a moment to gather his bearings before shaking his head, trying to fling the horrible memories away with his fatigue. It had been 5 years since that night; the night his wife was killed. The night 4 year old Dean and 6-month-old Sammy almost didn't make it out in time. The night that yellow-eyed demon had come into his life. That night had nearly destroyed his family, turning John into one of the most successful hunters ever.
That night, obviously, still haunted him.
"You alright over there, John?" John turned his head to his part-time partner and nodded.
"Yeah, Bobby, I'll be alright." He answered. Bobby Singer looked him over one more time, just to be sure, and nodded.
"Alright… If you're sure."
John looked back to the house they were staking out. Number 4 Privet Drive. They had followed some hard to find leads and omens in order to locate this place, and even then he wasn't sure he was in the right place.
"So, this baby's mother, when it was 5 months old, was killed in the nursery? Burned into flames, like Mary?"
"Sorta." Came the southern-tinted response.
John blinked, and looked back to Bobby.
"'Sorta?' What do you mean 'Sorta'?"
"'bout a month ago Lily Potter was killed in her son's nursery when he was 5-months-old. Her husband was killed too, in the living room. Their baby, Harry, went missing. This." Bobby said, pointing to the house. "Is Petunia Dursley's home. Lily's sister. They have their own 7-month-old, and now a 6-month-old. A six-month-old someone just dropped off on their doorstep a month ago… the day after her sister's murder. So now, we're just waitin' to see if the yellow-eyed bastard shows."
"So, you think that the same demon that killed my wife tried to grab this baby… before the 6 month mark? And just dropped it off? That don't make no sense, Bobby. The demon had the baby all to himself a month ago… Are you sure about this?"
"Sorta..."
"So, you're just taken a guess that he's coming back for the baby?"
"Sorta..."
"Once again, what do you mean by, 'Sorta'?"
"Because they are two different babies…" Bobby said, reaching for a tanned file that was on the dash, and passing it to John.
"First off, we don't know if it's the same demon. MO seems different. Ours never killed the father before… and never handed off the child to others, neither. Secondly, the Potter baby was a boy. This one?" Bobby said, pointing over the steering wheel, to the house. "It's a girl."
John blinked, looking back to the house. "Still seems like a long shot to me, Bobby."
"Sorta..." Bobby agreed, nodding wisely. John looked to Bobby, raising an eyebrow. Bobby smirked back in reply.
Petunia Dursley cuddled and cooed at her two little darlings; her big, strong boy in his crib in his own room, pouting and whining for another bottle. Her new sweet and quiet baby girl was already sleeping soundly in her crib in the second bedroom. Almost a month ago, her life was wonderful. She had her wonderful husband, a baby boy, and better status with the other housewives in Surrey then she had ever had before.
Then, a little baby was dropped off at the door. She and Vernon almost panicked, thinking it was her freak sister's little boy. Then, to their surprise, they found it was not a boy at all, but instead a perfect baby girl. It was obvious the poor, hopeless girl that had given birth to her couldn't care for her... So, the mother made a hard choice, and had left her daughter to be raised by the Dursleys.
It was no doubt that the mother must have seen how wonderfully her and her husband had been taking care of their own child, Dudley. And, being impressed by their lifestyle and qualities, knew there was no other family in Surrey fit to raise such a precious baby girl.
Now, a month later, Petunia could say her life was truly perfect. She not only had her husband, son, and house, but also the most lovely baby girl. Well, except for the scar she had on her forehead… But that only meant Mother-Daughter makeup time would come a few years earlier. The neighbors now all revered her like a saint for taking in the little girl, Vernon had been given a raise, and all the extra sales and customers the event had given him where adding up wonderfully. Why, it had even made the paper!
Yes, life was truly wonderful for Petunia Dursley.
She stood there, beaming in her stolen spotlight as she looked back over to Dudley. His little fist waving wildly as he screamed again. Petunia sighed, moving finally into her little boy's room in order to hand him another bottle. Hoping it would finally settle him down and get him to sleep.
She took her time, holding the bottle for him as he drank it greedily and wiped his mouth when he drooled. Then she tucked him back in when his eyes finally closed. It didn't take too long, but long enough for Petunia to want to check in on the other baby before going back downstairs. After all, she had just fed Dudley the other baby's bottle, so now she'd need to see how much time she'd have until she needed to make refills.
Petunia exited the baby blue nursery, and entered the nursery colored in soft pink. And froze in horror with what she saw... A man, wearing a long black cloak, was standing over the crib; pointing a sharp knife right over the baby's stomach. A knife that already had blood on the tip… Petunia immediately dropped the bottle she was holding, the glass bottle shattering on the floor.
The man simply turned his head, disgusting, malformed yellow eyes looking back at her lazily…
It was then that Petunia screamed… immediately finding herself being thrown against the wall and dragged up toward the ceiling…
John and Bobby both heard the scream at the same time. Without a word, both men grabbed their weapons (a silver knife and Bobby's demonic handbook.) and jumped out of the car. Soon both were bursting through the door and taking the stairs two at a time.
Sadly, they were already too late. The mother was dead, and the husband was only just waddling out of his room, a look of shock on his face.
John nearly froze, an identical scene running through his head. The mother was stuck to the ceiling; Droplets of blood dripping from her stomach. The room was all too quiet and calm, even for a nursery. The baby was lying alone in the crib.
He knew what was going to happen next. John jumped for the crib just as the flames came to life, expanding all over the room. Bobby didn't need to be told to go to the other room and grab the other baby; he had already leapt into action as well.
Seconds later, both babies in hand, John and Bobby bolted out the front door. A furious Vernon Dursley breathlessly screaming after their heels. All three men stopped, turning to the house. The flames burned into the other rooms upstairs, and then, just as John remembered, a huge explosion from upstairs shook the house and the surrounding grounds.
It was over... Bobby's research had panned out, and the yellow-eyed demon had shown up. But he had gotten away once again…
John then looked down to the little baby in his arms, seeing green eyes staring up at him in pained and teary-eyed wonder. He frowned to himself as he looked down to her stomach... There, cut right under her belly button, not deep but still past the skin, was an odd shaped sigil; with curled ends on both sides.
This wasn't even close to what had happened to his Sammy... But the evidence was still clear; the demon had gotten to this baby as well.
The fire fighters and police officers were nicer than expected. They believed John and Bobby whole heartedly when they said they had heard a scream, and ran in. The fact that two nosey neighbors were poking their heads around at the same time, and that the men hadn't brought a gun to this hunt helped them out a lot as well. John doubted that a loaded shotgun would have helped them at all with looking innocent.
After a through inquiry the police then turned their minds toward another situation; namely, Vernon Dursley. Who was now loudly demandingly that they "take that cursed devil-infant" and leave him and his son alone.
John, having two boys himself, didn't like the sound of that at all. He had grieved over the death of his wife as well, but turning on an infant? That was almost too much to take.
But he waited calmly until the police had fanned out a bit more. Once the firemen had left and there was only one squad car and ambulance left, John finally went looking for him. John planned to have a talk with the man before he left. Somehow he knew he'd have to turn this man's thinking around; maybe after telling Vernon about his own wife and his son would help snap that his head back in place.
John checked around the back yard first. When that failed, he walked in through the sliding back door of the kitchen, only to find that the house was quiet. Way too quiet... The only sound being some running water in the upstairs bathroom. John's marine senses immediately went on high alert. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.
He ran to the staircase and took the stairs as quickly and quietly as he could. It was then, that he heard the words that nearly froze his blood.
"… then I'll just have to get rid of you myself, you little WITCH! Unholy, unnatural, FREAK!"
John got as far as "Unholy, Unnatural" before he burst through the door... Luckily, he got through the door right before Vernon forced the child's head under the water filling the bath tub. However, he had startled Vernon; who in turn, panicked and jumped… subsequently dropping the helpless infant in the tub.
First, John leapt at the fat son of a bitch, knocking him harshly into the wall. Second, he dove at the tub, frantically trying to get hold of the infant that was floating aimlessly in the water. It was a harder task than expected, as the child was moving wildly, wrapped in a wet (and somewhat slippery) receiving blanket. John also had to fight the instinct to yank the child out of the water, as he, or the weight of the completely soaked blanket, could easily break the little girl's neck.
John's heartbeat seemed to be pumping a mile a minute, time itself seeming to speed up. It was like a slow motion horror film, or a horrifyingly vivid nightmare. Every second that passed seemed like hours of failure, but John just couldn't seem to get a good hold on the (now) struggling infant.
Suddenly, John remembered how he used to pick Dean out of his lazy boy when he'd fall asleep with him. John quickly cupped both his arms and, with some difficulty, managed to literally scoop the baby out of the water. John then braced the baby's small frame against him. Once the baby was steady, he immediately uncovered the flap of blanket that covered the baby's face.
The sound of a sputtering cough and a load, high-pitched cry filled the bathroom, causing John to let out a sigh of relief.
John looked around to locate Vernon, just in time to see him being handcuffed by an officer with Bobby screaming out the window for the medic. John looked at the red, frantic and pathetic form of Vernon Dursley, their eyes meeting for a moment.
Seeing that Vernon was on the floor, cuffed, and on his way to his doom and the infant he had literally tried to DROWN now safe in his arms… John couldn't help himself.
He smirked.
A full-out, down-south, 'I-just-fucked-your-mum' smirk… And Vernon looked even more livid then he had before.
"Soooooo…" Bobby said, as he stood next to John. The medic had finished changing the baby girl's clothes and was now tossing some extra onesies into the newly stocked travel bag.
John turned and gave Bobby a harsh look, "So what?"
"So… What are you gonna do 'bout this?"
John sharpened his look as Bobby put his hands in his pockets. "What makes you think I'm gonna do anything at all?"
Bobby looked to the police car, where Vernon was now screaming and yelling about how the infant was a devil witch. Then going on to yell about how he was going to hang her, or burn her just like her witch mother, causing John frown even more.
The medic turned to the radio, making another call to child services; who responded back with "An officer will be on their way soon. You'll just have to wait."
John turned his attention back to the little green-eyed girl as the medic placed her in the tiny car seat, placing her bag next to her. It was then that John realized what was happening. They were tossing the little girl away… to the legal system, to a foster family, to an orphanage, it didn't matter. They were still going to toss her away, she was all packed up and ready to go.
"You know what's gonna happen, John… you know that demon's got a plan, and you heard what that man said more than once, her mama was a witch."
John looked back to the little girl. Her fluffy head of black baby hair, pale and soft white skin, shining and innocent green eyes…
"Damn it, John, don't you get it? Demons popping up in nurseries, mothers dyin', Babies missin', you had to save this girl TWICE in one night. Twice! Once from her own damn uncle. And don't tell me you ain't wondering where that scar on her forehead came from, when she can't even walk yet… this don't feel right, John… Hell, its down-right disturbing."
Bobby stepped in closer, and whispered harshly at him "…And where they're taken' her, John, ain't nobody gonna be able to help her. Ain't nobody gonna know how."
That was what made John make his decision; made the choice that he had been pondering on ever since he had pulled her out of the water. He was going to take her.
"Think you could forge adoption papers?"
"Birth slips and shot records, too."
"Go start the car…" John said, turning back to the medic. Bobby nodded and turned around. Moments later John heard the rumble of the retail car. That was his queue, his time to act. John stepped forward, and tapped the medic on the back.
The medic turned to him, his partner staying on the radio.
"Hey. Hate to bug you, but the officer just said that he needs you to check out that Vernon guy real quick… Think I might have knocked him a bit silly." John said, with a small grin.
The medic smirked back, as he turned, and grabbed his med bag. "Don't worry about that, mate… I would of knocked a block off of him me self." was all that was said. He turned and took off to the police car.
After the medic was out of sight, John moved. He knew he didn't have much time, and they'd already worn out their welcome a while ago. So, with one quick swoop he tossed the baby's bag over his shoulder, and then grabbed the handle of the car seat. With a brisk turn and a shuffle he was on his way to the car, careful to stay in the shadow of the ambulance so that the remaining officers didn't see him. Luckily, Bobby had already opened the back passenger-side door, so John just hopped in, quickly belting the carrier in.
Then, with a swift slam of the door, John gave a pointed look to Bobby.
"Drive. Now."
The medic was heading back to his ambulance at the same time as a stern-looking child services worker was being escorted over by an officer. When the medic joined them, he saw them gaping at an empty emergency cot. He gaped as well.
Soon the child services officer was screaming orders, the police officer was yelling over his radio, and the medic… Well, the medic realized he had just been done over, done over in an epic way.
Bobby was grinning ear-to-ear. Maybe he should have had left well enough alone, but after looking at the little girl.. And seeing the way that John was looking at her..
He knew what that little girl's life was in for right after she went into the system, and knew she would be better off with John. He'd done a dang good job with his boys. Even if little Sammy didn't really know what was going on just yet. And Bobby was sure that little girl would be just fine in their care… Hell, the worse that could happen was she would soften up John a bit, which didn't seem too bad.
"You sure you can get all that paperwork done in time?"
"Hey, I got you and your boys three passports in two days, didn't I?" Bobby said in his defense, shooting a glare to the back seat.
"True, Bobby. That you did…"
"Yep, but first thing's first. You've got to pick out a name for that little girl."
Bobby saw the confused look that crossed John's face as he looked down at the little girl.
"Well... I can't really think of anything off the top of my head. She doesn't look like a Mary or Jane…" John mused. And that was true, if she had been blonde and blue eyed, maybe. But pitch black hair with emerald eyes? None of your normal down-home names would do.
"Well, you want her to be a Winchester, right?"
"Well, Yeah…"
"So, just go back from that. What girls name would go good with Winchester?"
John only took a second to think before replying, "Well… Rose would work."
"Rose? Not bad, but you should keep it as a middle name. Too many 'Rose Marie's' or 'Rose Mary's' running around…"
"Alright then… middle name. But what should her first name be?"
Bobby looked around the car before spotting a group of lore books to his left, Roman and Greek, mostly.
"Helen?" Bobby asked, thinking of 'Helen of Troy.'
"Helen Rose?" John deadpanned.
"Alright, Alright…" Bobby looked back to the other books in the car; noticing one of his odder finds. It was a rare print that he found about two years after he started hunting.
"Hey, John... That Guy was ranting and raving; pitching a fit over the girl's mother a lot. Saying she was a witch..."
"Yea… Why?" John asked skeptically. Bobby smirked and grabbed the book, tossing it back to John. John grabbed it easily, and looked at the cover.
"Aradia; 'The Queen of Witches'?" John questioned as he read the title.
"Yep!" Bobby said, grinning ear to ear.
John looked at the little girl, with her pale white skin, green eyes, and black hair... well, she'd definitely look the part when she got older…
"Well then, little Lady… how do you like the sound of that?"
The little girl just cooed up at him, and started chewing on her key-ring teething toy with a smile.
"Well all right, then, looks like we got ourselves a name..."
11-year-old Dean Winchester sighed as his 6-year-old brother Sammy tossed another fry back into his bag. He hadn't even touched his drink or finished the last few bites of his burger. Dean sighed, sitting up straight to get his brother's attention.
"Sammy, finish eating your dinner."
"You call this Dinner? It's junk food." The four-year-old replied petulantly, tossing the rest of his burger in the bag as well.
"It's what we've got, so quit bitching."
Sammy gasped in shock and staring wide-eyed at Dean.
"You… You cursed!" Sammy squeaked out, pointing at his older brother.
"Ya! I cursed! So what? Now eat!"
"No!" Sammy said stubbornly, sitting down cross-legged and folding his arms.
"Sammy… just eat!" He groaned out, now sounding exasperated as he tossed himself back onto the sofa.
"NO! Not until dad gets back…"
"He could be gone for DAYS…"
"He said he'd be back tonight!"
"He said that in Austin, too!" Dean yelled back. Sammy suddenly fell silent.
"He said that in Austin, and in Bridgeport, and in Indiana… don't you get it?" Dean said, grabbing the fast food bag, and forcing it back into Sammy's hands.
"Now eat. Dad will get back when he gets back."
Sammy pouted and then huffed as he opened the bag, and put his hand back inside.
"You don't have to be such a jerk, you know." Sammy said, narrowing his eyes at his older brother.
"Well, you don't have to be a whiney bitch, but you are…" Dean deadpanned. Sammy brought his burger back out, and started munching away quietly; silenced by his older brother's dominating presence. Even when Dean sat back down, he kept his eyes on his little brother.
"Jerk..." Sammy mumbled.
"Bitch." Dean retorted.
But Sammy was not to be kept down by Dean's glare for very long. Soon Sammy was back to pouting and tossing fries back into the fast-food bag. Dean ignored it, since he had finished his burger.
"Hey, Dean…"
"Yes, Sammy?"
"What does dad do when he goes on these trips?" Sammy asked, trying not to meet his brother's eyes.
"Sammy, didn't I tell you to stop asking that?"
"But Dean!" Sammy said, turning around and looking up at his older brother. "I really, really want to know! And you know I'm gonna find out one of these days, anyway… Please Dean; just tell me…"
They were interrupted when a key was heard slipping into the motel room door. Dean jumped to attention and Sammy's face seemed to light up. The door opened, and soon both Sammy and Dean were both rushing toward.
"Daddy!" "Dad!"
But then, both Sammy and Dean both stopped dead in their tracks... Their father was carrying a bright pink infant car seat with a fairly large pink blanket draped protectively over it, keeping the contents of said car seat warm and concealed.
Dean stared at the pink-covered invader as if it was an alien, Sammy with wonder and interest.
"Dad…" Dean said, sounding more than a little distrustful. "What is THAT!" He asked, pointing at it. Sam just walked straight up to the car seat, and started to tug the blanket off.
John chuckled fondly at Sammy, as he ruffled his hair with his free hand. He then turned back to Dean, and nodded at him, as if to tell him it was safe.
"Why, this would be an Itty Bitty baby girl..."
"A baby…" Dean stated, as Sammy finally tugged the blanket off the car seat. Sure enough, laying in the car seat, sound asleep, was an Itty Bitty baby girl. Sammy blinked and stared at her as she dozed. Her head laying lightly to her left, as her hand gripped loosely on a plastic toy key chain.
Sammy and Dean both looked with wide eyes at the tiny, fuzzy-headed baby. Both confused, interested and entranced.
"Boys; I want you to meet Aradia Rose Winchester. Your little sister."
HELLO, READERS! ^.^
This is my Supernatural/HP crossover. This was written because I've read a lot of sucky and good 'Supernatural Sister' stories, and I've recently realized that I love Female Harry. So I wanted to mix the two, and see how it turned out.
First off, I won't be doing too much Dumbledore, Order or Angel bashing, but they will be getting what they deserve. The Dursleys, the YED, Bela, and the Wizarding world though, I will happily bash and torment. They tick me off.
John Winchester I love, So sorry to all the John haters out there! No additional suffering will be added. But if it makes it any better, I plan on having so little used Supernatural chars show up in later chapters, to help fill the gaps. *Cough* Pastor Jim and Caleb. *Cough* ^.^