AN: Sorry for the delay, but I am the one to write the second chapter. I really am swamped by something called Real Life (aka Hell-on-Earth aka SCHOOL!). Next chapter will be written by my good friend david9999. Hope you guys like it. ^^v
Now on to the story.
Disclaimer: If I was the owner of these characters, I would be as rich as the combined fortunes of the authors and the actors. I would be owning millions.
- Don't mind me, I'm just a page breaker. -
Chapter 2: A New Start
South Dakota was really a nice place. The town where he was stationed was quite, calm, and no supernatural beings lived there. Sweet, glorious tranquillity. The holiest silence since the time of Merlin himself!
What better thing to do than fix a car? That is, if you are working as a mechanic-in-training.
This is how the Boy-With-Too-Many-Hyphens was passing his time after the War: fixing cars, stripping salvageable parts from cars that could not be fixed, being paid, annoying Bobby, and last but not least, taking care of Teddy and himself.
Little Teddy Lupin, the jewel of his eyes, and the only other child that was produced by the Marauders. After he had arrived in South Dakota, America (the location chosen by a dart on a huge map of the USA), he had barely set his Floo connection up before Andromeda came through. How she got his Floo address so quickly was a mystery, even for him. She had then proceeded to bite his head of for "running" away without even having the decency to speak with her. Harry never heard of that decibel of sound being reached before, not even by Mrs. Weasley when she sent that Howler. Through the middle of her ranting, Harry had lost her after "and your parents would be …", she broke down crying and hugged him, although carefully since Teddy was in the middle.
Being the only remaining family he had left, even if he didn't know her very well, he invited her to stay with him a couple of weeks. Harry was lucky that the goblins had furnished his house mere minutes before he arrived.
Near the end of her stay, Andromeda had a stroke. Making Harry so panicked that he literally chained her to the bed in order for her to rest for the next couple of days. This stroke had opened his eyes to just how old Andromeda was. She would be incapable of raising Teddy, not that she couldn't, with her old age and coupled with the fact that she lost everyone from the War. He then tricked her to let Teddy live with him, while she rested and did what she wanted. The last Harry heard from her, she was around Mt. Olympus camping in one of the last places where wood-nymphs lived. Ah, such a life we live in.
A noise suddenly broke him from his trip to La-La-Land. An old, black truck was pulling in. "CONSTANT VIGILANCE" rang in the young man's head. He put down his tool and went for the shotgun that was near the door. Come to think about it, why did Bobby have weapons all around the Salvage Yard? And the rare times he was in the house, the library cross that … the living room, was full to the ceiling of books on the supernatural. Specifically on how to kill them. This was interesting.
He crept towards the front porch, shotgun in hand, ready to fire at a moment's notice. The truck was parked, so Harry deduced that the driver was inside the house. He sneaked his way towards the window of the living room. The Potter luck held since it was opened. Posting himself right underneath, Harry listened.
"… nerve. Sam wants a break so gets in a prestigious university and what do you do? You throw him out of the house! Not only that, but you abandon Dean in a middle of a hunt. Call yourself their dad? I say your more like a colonel then a dad!" Yep, that was the gruff voice of Bobby there. It seemed normal so it couldn't be an angry client or psychopath. Still, a little peeking should be done, just to be sure. If all seemed normal, then break-time is over. Harry slowly raises his eyes to look in the living room.
"Listen, Sam was raised hunting things, knowing about the Dark. He wants to turn his back on it, become "normal", then he is no son of mine. As for Dean, he's a big boy; he can take care of himself. But enough of that, I found a lead to the Thing that killed Mary. But I need info. Info that you only have, so please, help me out so that I can kill the damn thing and get back to my boy."
The voice came from a man in his late-forties. Short, black hair that curled slightly framed his face, a couple of day's worth of beard, and two piercing eyes that even if Harry couldn't see them, he could feel them. He was slightly taller than Bobby was and had a muscular frame. He was dangerous, a predator. 'RUN AWAY' screamed the boy's senses.
Suddenly, the man stiffened. "Bobby, do you have someone else living here?"
"Yes, I'm employing a young man who should be working in the garage. Why?"
"Because something is at the window, and I hope it's not a beast."
Bobby swore.
AN: Like it? Hate it? I am so tired. Can't wait for the Xmas holidays. Happy Hanukah and Christmas every one.
