Truth Hurts
"Chapter 2"

Two weeks had passed since Harry, now Bobby, had set foot in his mansion-like abode. Truthfully he couldn't be more free. Sure, he originally wanted to live as a simple muggle. In a small but modest home, but as soon as he saw the entirety of his new home he fell in love.

It had taken him the entire first week to unpack everything, putting the items in their designated areas. He had hired movers to do the muggle heavy lifting, not wanting to draw attention to the fact that a single man in his 40's had moved every piece of furniture and boxes alone.

Now, though, Harry sat in the black leather recliner he had purchased from the local IKEA store. He had to admit, Yank's had very easy ways to access trade goods.

With a flick of his wrists, Harry adjusted the black and white printed news paper in his grasp. Sighing in satisfaction as he lent back into the chair, slowly changing to a laying position.

"Ok Ha-Bobby, let's see what the muggles have to complain about." Slowly Harry began to read the tantalizing paper word for word.

After reading through the sports pages and half of the classifieds, Harry moved onto the front pages of the A and B sections.

The B section went on about the downturn in the economy as well as the drop in housing market. "Really! They're almost as bad as the Quibbler!" He exclaimed in indignation, while flipping to the A section. Hoping for a better read.

"ANIMAL ATTACKS CONTINUE!" The header read in big bold block letters. Glancing to the picture, he saw a detailed sketch of what looked like a wolf standing half upright like a human, only making it look more like a Neanderthal with a mutation. "Well, this is worth a read."

Skimming the main paragraphs, which told of how many killings had been found, and how long they had been happening. Harry skipped to the meat of the story.

"Local police have yet to uncover the mystery of the city wide killings. Said to be the works of a cult group, police urge out goers to stick to. . ." Cult. Now that was something he had seen before. Muggles used that to explain away all the unbelievable in the world. How they feared what they didn't understand. And a werewolf definitely fit into that category.

Quickly, Harry flipped to the weather page. Telling when the next full moon would be.

"Of course! It had to have been yesterday!" He exclaimed in frustration. He only had one day to track down this werewolf.

Harry glanced at his digital watch, which read 8:57 PM in glowing green numbers. Which meant he had 25 minutes until sundown, give or take.

Sighing, he stood from his comfortable chair and headed to the back closet down the hall.

As he reached the closet, he thrust the door open and dug around for a certain duffle bag he had just for this reason. Why he had decided to keep this bag was beyond him. He blamed it on his 'Saving people' thing. Why let the people he had worked so hard to save go down, when he had the power to stop it?

"Ah!" He exclaimed in triumph as he found the black bag, and unzipped it. Making sure he had everything he needed as he riffled through its contents.

"It time to hunt me down a werewolf." Harry said to himself as he exited the closet, and out the front door.

- - -

As Harry shut the door to his car, which was parked on the side of the road near the entrance to the park, he stopped to listen to the elements. Just how Albus Dumbledore had taught him.

Closing his eyes he concentrated on his breathing. In. Out. In. Out. With each breath he would focus on the earth. Listening to what it had to say to whoever was listening. As he spread his arms out with the palms facing the ground he inhaled deeply, smelling the air.

He watched as the elements played back an aura image. There! He said to himself. He could see a shape tainted with a sickly black color tinged with red. It was truly evil. This was nothing like how he saw Remus played back to him. Sure Remus had the black, but it was barely there. This werewolf was so tainted it most likely had lost its grip on humanity.

Harry shuddered as the image faded. Not before showing him a localized area where the werewolf was hunting.

Checking the county map he had packed in his pocket, Harry searched for the location he saw and how to get there.

"Ugh, it has to be in a city park! Why is it always a park?!" He asked himself as he folded the map and got back into his car.

As he started the engine he mentally categorized what he knew about American Werewolves. For one they ate the hearts of the innocent. That was the one major difference. And the only difference he could think of at the moment. Ugh! Why is it so hard to think? He asked himself as he found himself pulling into the park entrance. That was fast!

Shutting his headlights off, he killed the engine. Slowly he rolled the window down to get a hear of the area. No birds or crickets chirping. Silence. That only meant one thing. The beast was near.

As he stepped out of his car he looked around. Noticing the sun had set in the time it had taken him to get to the park.

Heading toward his trunk, which held his riffle with silver bullets, he jumped as he heard the tell tale sound of gun shot. Followed by unmistakable yelling. It seems someone beat me to the punch. He thought to himself as he saw a group of three people walk out of the forest to his immediate right.

Harry saw the man stall as soon as he saw him. "I wasn't under the impression other hunters were in the area." Harry said to the man. He seemed to be at a loss for words, as he approached Harry. "And you're not supposed to bring your children on a hunt. Didn't they tell you that in Hunting 101?" Harry asked.

"Not really. . ."The man said as he started walking toward Harry and his car. "It's the only way I know they're safe."

Harry made a small noise of acknowledgment when the three reached him. "Listen, where are you staying?"

Harry watched as the guy eyed him before answering. As if almost contemplating if he were a demon himself. "Small motel down on 6th." He said.

"Oh, that won't do. Not when you have two boys." Harry said as he waved his hand. "Say, how 'bout I drag ya on down to my place. Patch you guys up, and get a good meal and a nights sleep into you. Trust me, I have the room."

"How do I know you're not a demon?" The man asked.

"Got any holy water?" Harry asked as the man gave him a weird look.

"A little, I'm almost out."

"Well then let me see it. I'll prove to you I am not a demon."

"What is holy water going to do?" The man asked as he fished it from his bag, and handed it to Harry.

"It's an old trick of mine. I usually put it in a drink to tell if someone's possessed. Works every time!" Harry said as he uncorked the cap and downed the contents of the bottle. "If someone's possessed, they wouldn't be able to drink that. You keep that in mind." He added as he handed the bottle back to the other man.

"So what's you're name?" Harry asked the guy.

"John Winchester. You?"

"Bobby Singer." Harry answered as he looked the man in the eyes. "Now how 'bout it? You gonna take me up on that offer. I could use some company around the house."

"We'll follow you in our car." John said as he motioned for his boys to get going toward the car.

Ok from now on the chapters are going to each be a year apart. While the boys grow up. As right now Sam is 6 and Dean is 10, while john is 35.

Ugh I did not want to write this…I was reading this really poor written story from some chick. And I think its true that if you reed dumb you get dumber. If you look for it you can tell I just got to the story at about where Harry got out of the car. OMG was that so hard to write cuz I was thinking like a dumb person! But anywho. Thank you for reading! And I hope you like it! Its longer than usual! As I keep my chapters to 1k words on average and this is almost 2k! Anywho PRESS the green button please! The more reviews I get the faster I update! I will update anyways but its faster when I see feedback that makes me WANT to write! Thank you and hope you enjoy!

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