Chapter 1

Dean and Sam ran quickly through a thick, thin treed, forest. Thick gray clouds threating rain blocked the sun from the sky allowing only some of its brightness through; Sam a thick brown haired man in his early 20 by appearance quickly ducted behind a tree breathing heavily.

"Dean I thought you said that you salted and burned the bones!" he exclaimed as the slightly older guy with short spiky brown hair pointed his gun at the trees.

"I did! There must have been something else, something the spirit is latching onto." He shouted as he also tried to catch his breath "I say we go back to the house and burn the whole place to the ground."

"You want to burn down an entire house?!" Sam exclaimed

"Yeah you got any other ideas?"

Sam thought for a moment before surrendering to the insane idea of his older brother "Not really, but that thing is pissed now and I'm out of ammo, what about you?"

Dean checked the chamber in his .45 "Uh… yeah I got some ammo left." Suddenly a ghostly aspersion in the form of a decayed brunette with a white dress, burst through the tree screeching in a horrible demonic fashion. Dean shot the thing at its head, the bullet passed right through and doing no damage, but it did seem to make the thing madder "Okay I'm out." Dean said "RUN!"

Sam and Dean took off running again "ONE BULLET FROM A .45! YOU CALL THAT 'SOME' AMMO!"

"NOT TIME FOR COMPLAINING, TIME FOR RUNNING!"

Dean and Sam could make out a wooden fence just up ahead, if they could make it there the spirit likely wouldn't pass, she seemed to only hunt her property lines. In fact if it hadn't been for the three odd murders that had occurred on this property the brothers wouldn't be here right now. None of that mattered however as the woman appeared straight in front of them and grasped Sam by the throat.

"LET GO OF MY BROTHER!" Dean yelled breathing heavily and not knowing what to do next.

A bolt of lightning fell from the sky landing in the middle of a forest, Harry Potter with short brown hair and skin a bit more tan than in his school years stood on the ground where the bolt had hit. A strange symbol in the form of what could best be described as a sun inside a triangle was under his feet, Harry stepped off the strange symbol and breathed deeply.

Harry pulled out a small piece of paper and read it to himself, apparently there had been several odd deaths which the counsel thought could be a death lily, mostly the things looked like dementors, but with more of a feminine shape and dressed all in white. Daniel had said that they were formed when a woman had an unfaithful spouse, took the life of her children, and then took her own. Harry shuddered at the thought of a person with such a torched spirit that magic would raise them from the dead to take the life of others.

Eventually he shook off the feeling though and walked off the symbol to begin his investigation, out of nowhere a loud sound broke the sky "A gun?" Harry asked himself, it wasn't hunting season and the thought that maybe another mortal had wondered onto this cursed ground and was now in trouble flooded his mind. Taking his wand from his belt he rushed through the woods toward the direction he had heard the shot and soon found something. Two men, one being chocked and the other yelling at the spirit in rage, could that man actually see the spirit? Harry had always been told that mortals could not see magic creatures… either way this wasn't the time to argue with himself as a bright light had come from Sam's mouth and the spirit was preparing for a meal.

Harry swished his wand quickly through the air "Spiritus Dispergimini" he exclaimed pointing it at the death lily. A bright light shot from his wand hitting the creature, the light seemed to go inside the creature then expand rapidly causing the creature to dissolve into smoke as it gave one final shriek.

Harry caught his breath as he looked over at the two guys, the short brown haired one was patting the thick brown haired ones face, who was on lying on the ground obviously trying to bring everything back into focus. Dean singled for Sam to wait on the ground while he caught his breath. Harry breathed a sigh of relief seeing that Sam's spirit had returned to him.

"Hey!" Dean called "I know I heard someone over there so come on out!" he yelled pointing his gun in Harry's direction.

For a moment Harry thought about running, and then thought about being shot in the back "Okay okay," he replied "I'm coming out." Harry first was going to put his wand away and then looked at the clothes he was wearing, the ceremonial robe from earlier. A grudging look appeared on his face, he quickly remembered a modern cloths changing spell that he had learned in the early month of being a Protector, as he swished his wand over his head he said in a quiet voice "Change Clothes." Suddenly the odd robs he was wearing changed to blue jeans and black t-shirt that read "Protector" on the back as well as a symbol under the words; a silver shield with a blue phoenix flying from a red cloud. Harry stuck the want in his pocket which had enough room being magically conjured and ran quickly into the opening "Don't shoot, don't shoot, I'm not armed." Harry said trying to think of all the spells he could summon with his hands if need be.

Dean felt a bit bad about pointing his gun at the guy who had obviously just saved his brother's life, just when Dean thought he was about to lose his brother he heard someone yell something about a spirit before a bright light engulfed the undead looking woman causing her to vanish. Still there had been too many people calling themselves friends trying to get to him and his brother, or worst still his dad.

"Who are you?" Dean asked calmly as Sam tried to focus on whoever had just burst through the forest. He knew that he wasn't quite right still as whoever it looked like two twin guys spinning around each other.

"Me? I'm uh… Harold" Harry said reluctantly "Harold Punter" Harry wanted badly to slap his forehead blaming his brain for remembering such a stupid name, but any sudden movement could mean a bullet to his chest.

"Yeah Harold?" Dean said obviously not believing him "Are you a hunter?" he asked thinking of no other logical conclusion to the events that had just taken place.

This caught Harry's attention, the hunters must have been what the American wizards called the group that protected the muggle world from the magic creature "Oh, no, well I mean I'm a Protector." Harry answered unsure about that exactly was going on.

A look of curiosity filled Deans face as Sam stood up behind him. Sam placed his hand on Deans gun causing him to lower it "Come on man, you're not going to shoot a human." He said.

"I don't know Sam, I probably should have shot Meg, remember Meg?" he asked

"Yeah that's different, come on look at this guy, if he had wanted us dead he would have let that lady in white kill us."

Harry then looked at the two brothers curiously, what was a "lady in white"? Was that what the American wizards called death lilies?

"Yeah, guess you're right." Dean said putting his gun away "Sorry bout that Harold," he said as he put his gun away "I'm Dean and this is my brother Sam."

Harry shook both their hands "Pleased to meet you," He said with his usual British accent "you said you are "hunters", is that a guild?" he asked trying to piece together the puzzle.

"Uh, yeah… I guess you could call it that." Dean replied as he and Sam gave each other looks of "What the heck is this guy talking about?"

"Oh, I uh, studied at Hogwarts, what about you?"

"Well," Dean replied "I guess you could say our father taught us, and um, where is Hogwarts?" Dean asked as he looked has his brother Sam who usually knew this kind of stuff. Sam only shrugged his shoulders having no idea what the heck Harold was talking about.

"Hogwarts … School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?" Harry said heart pounding having no idea what kind of secrets he might be telling two muggles.

"Woah, there is a school for that kind of stuff?!" Dean exclaimed in wide eyed disbelief.

Sam shrugged his shoulder "Well I guess it makes sense I mean they're bound to be hunters out there that know all about this evil and train against it, right?"

"Oh man you're right, hey wait, you said something a moment ago, something about a spirit dissing gem or something… was that some kind of magic?" Dean replied, Sam hadn't heard anything, of course his life had been nearly choked out of him, he listed intently to what Harry had to say.

"Wait, you mean you two aren't wizards?" was the shocked disposition of his next sentence.

"Uh no," Sam said "we're hunters … we hunt evil spirits and … cleanse them from this world."

Harry swallowed hard "But… but how did you see the creature then?"

"You mean the lady in white?" Dean asked

"What in the bloody ell is a lady in white?" Harry asked

Sam chimed in "The thing you killed… the lady… in a white dress."

"I killed a death lilly, they look like dementors, but all white."

"What the hell is a dementor?" Dean exclaimed

"Dementors are among the foulest creatures that walk this earth. They infest the darkest, filthiest places, they glory in decay and despair, they drain peace, hope, and happiness out of the air around them... Get too near a Dementor and every good feeling, every happy memory will be sucked out of you. If it can, the Dementor will feed on you long enough to reduce you to something like itself...soulless and evil. You will be left with nothing but the worst experiences of your life."

"Wow," Dean said as if he only half cared "that sounds pretty bad."

"Sound like dad to me." Sam replied causing Dean to shoot him a dirty look.

"Alright, okay, look I have no idea what is going on here, but I need to find out, because you two should not be able to see a magical creature in any form, but you were able to. I have a friend I can contact and ask, so could we please find some water?" Harry exclaimed dramatically as the world seemed to spin around him.

Dean and Sam looked at each other and then back to Harry, they decided not to question him on it "Yeah, sure, alright." They both said as the same time as they shrugged their shoulders like they had already seen enough odd stuff in their life they didn't need to question it anymore.