Chapter one

Here we are! Everyone awake and excited! [I'm sleeping!] (no your not) [yes I am! See! Zzzz! I did the zzz's I'm ASLEEP!] eer… anyhoo, shall I continue? I will be skipping a few years; this chapter is basically the 'growing up' chapter… don't know how long it will be – might be long, might be short… and FYI, I telling you now, call it a warning if you must, but my ages will definitely be fucked up. When she… er, yeah you get what I mean, when she is 17 we'll be in season four… cradle snatching much? Hehe…

Bobby smiled as his six year old daughter chattered away over coco pops; he was busy cleaning out his guns as she told him about her little garden – which just so happened to grow with all sorts of protective and warding herbs – as she finished up her food.

"…and the Fennel is growing really well out back, though not as well as Agrimoni-" Harrieta's happy little retelling of her morning gardening session was cut short by the sound of a very distinctive car. Her head whipped around and she gave a delighted shout.

"DEAN! SAM!"

Of course she completely forgot about John as she ran to the front door and waited impatiently; two bottles of beer and a bottle of water held securely in her little arms. The three Winchester's took the beverages before drinking, smiling at the shrewdly watching Bobby.

Then Bobby let them in and Harrieta jumped onto a nineteen year old Dean who instantly hugged her back. A fifteen year old Sam not far behind.

"Hey baby girl!" Dean started, tucking her small body against his hip and heading to the kitchen while the older men went to discuses hunting. "How's out little princess today?"

"Oh! I'm not a princess anymore." She proclaimed proudly, lisping slightly. "I'm a Zombie."

"… A zombie…?" Sam asked, looking at the little girl with slight concern.

"Yeah; oh, oh, oh! And guess what! I lost another tooth!" she then smiled at them and they saw her two front teeth missing.

"Ah, so you left it for the tooth fairy?" Sam asked, as Dean snorted lightly.

"Well, no… I left a trap for the tooth fairy and borrowed one of daddy's guns."

This had Sam and Dean stopping short. Oh no, not the gun part, as she had shot at them at age four and since then she trained like her dad.

"You… you set a trap for… the tooth fairy?" Dean asked uncertainly.

"Oh yes she did. She's suddenly become quiet the fanatic Horror movie watcher. Hell, I'm never trusting her with the remote again!" Bobby proclaimed as the older hunters walked into the room. "She told you what she is yet?"

"A Zombie." Dean stated.

"Huh, last week it was a vampire. Girl refused to step foot in the sun and spoke all weird like Dracula."

"pft." The little girl started, steeling her breakfast back from Dean. "Dracula is sooo boring!"

The men just laughed, going on about their usual things. The boys didn't even notice Bobby watching them with a curious stare.

"Hey John…" Bobby started quietly.

"Yeah?"

"do your boys realize how tightly their woven around my lil' girls fingers?"

John was silent for a moment, watching how his boys moved and acted around the six year old; Bobby was right.

For her every move, they seemed to shift with her. They watched her protectively, seemed to know what she wanted before she even spoke and light up like damn Christmas trees when she even looked at them.

"Huh… I do say Bobby, they don' even know they whipped."

~888~

"DADDY!" seven year old Harrieta ran into the house, tear running down her face and back pack near flying behind her, long black hair even more disheveled than usual.

Bobby rushed out of the basement and knelt before his crying daughter.

"Baby girl, what happened? Did you get hurt?" he asked franticly, running his hands over her shaking body; looking for bumps or bruises or broken bones.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do it! I promise I'll be g-good!" she sobbed out, throwing her arms around her father and clutching at him as if he were a life line.

"What do you mean? Tell me what happened." Bobby pulled back, beyond worried now.

"I-I was coming through the gates after I got off the school bus w-when a pile of cars st-started to fall," she started, still crying hard. "I was so scared, I f-froze; but I wanted it to stop a-and then a w-wall appeared… l-like m-magic." She was sobbing so hard she could barely stand, and Bobby felt his heart sink.

He knew something like this could happen; John had shown him the letter hand he had figured out that his baby girl could be a natural born witch.

Thing his, he hadn't told her that yet.

"I'm s-sorry daddy." He was pulled from his thoughts by a small voice, and he saw emerald eyes tinted red gaze at him sadly. "I didn't mean to be a monster."

This broke his heart, and he pulled his little girl closer to him.

"You're not a monster love." He whispered, blinking at his suddenly stinging eyes. "You're a witch-"

"No! Daddy no I din' sell my soul!" his little girl cried out, clutching at him harder and shaking hard. "I swear on my life!"

Bobby soothed her, explaining it to her as gently and quickly as he could. She had already known she was adopted; but she always said it didn't matter, and only Bobby was her dad. Now she was forced to remember again.

"You my daddy!" she said angrily, "you not a boy-witch, so I'm not one either!"

"There's nothing wrong with it baby girl."

Finally she relented, eyes still sad. Bobby took her to the kitchen where he decked out her favorite strawberry milkshake and continued to sooth her.

He pulled out his phone and dialed Johns number.

"It's started; spread the word that anyone touches her and they dead."

~888~

Harrieta sat on Dean's lap; the twenty two year old was reading her report card; laughing at the comments.

"You are one naughty nine year old." He said fondly. He had just read about how she had kicked a high schooler's ass after they had tried steeling her lunch box… a Metallica lunchbox that Dean himself had given her.

The two were happily talking and laughing when they heard raised voices.

"This is STANFORD dad!" Sam's voice started angrily, and Harrieta cringed slightly. She already knew about Sammy's acceptance into university, and she also knew perfectly well about Johns impending rejection of the very idea. "Why can't I go!"

"Because Sam, you're not abandoning your family for some stupid school you won't need in hunting!" John shouted back. Dean's grip on her tightened.

"And why don't I get a choice in this!" Sam shouted back. "I want to be normal! Even if only for a little while!"

"Normal! You're not normal!" John screamed, making Harrieta cringe once more. "You're a hunter and you're NOT going!"

"Try and stop me!" Sam shouted angrily.

"So god help me Sam if you walk out that door, don't even bother coming back." John raged. There was silence…

And then.

"fine." And then a door slammed.

Dean quietly put her down, standing and a moment later Harrieta heard the front door open and close again.

She went to the front window and watched; watched as Dean nodded and led Sammy to the impala – which had been his since sixteen – watched as Sam smiled sadly and looked right at her. Watched devastated as he turned and left without a good bye.

Dean was obviously driving him to the bus stop.

Chest tight, Harrieta went into the kitchen were John was.

"Uncle John?" she asked quietly, edging closer. He muttered something, but not hearing, she moved much closer. "Uncle John?"

"I said 'leave me ALONE!'" he snapped, hand lashing out and striking her hard. She fell heavily to the floor.

Silence.

She looked up to see John looking at his hand in horror; "Ha-"

He was cut off by the sound of a gun being clicked into place. They both turned to see Bobby with his gun trailed on John.

"Leave, Winchester, and if I ever see you on my property again, I swear I'll kill you." Bobby was furious. And as a pale John rushed out of the house, he still stood there, eyes flashing their anger. He snapped out of it when he felt a tug on his shirt. He looked down and his anger spiked at the angry red mark over her pale cheek.

"Don't be mad daddy… Uncle John is hurting."

"That don' give him no right to go about hunting other people." He nearly snapped; but all she did was smile.

"Sammy's gone daddy." She whispered. "And its coz uncle John messed up."

Bobby realized what had happened. His little girl had already told him about Sam's acceptance, and he had been waiting for the fight to happen.

"Still…" he muttered sadly, picking his girl up and inspecting the damage. "I own him a bullet up the ass anyway." He said it to get a smile out of the sad girl.

He was proud when a tiny smile graced her lips; but sad when he saw how forced it was.

Her Sammy had left.

~888~

Dean stood next to an anxious Harrieta and both stood in the crowded Aberdeen train station in Minnesota, waiting for Bobby who had told them to find the platform – Platform 6.2 – while he got the luggage.

"Dean." The eleven year old witch whispered, wide eyed and confused as they stood between platforms five and six. "Were the hell is platform 6.2?"

"There isn't one!" he hissed back, looking around with narrowed eyes. "I tell you, this is a trap!"

"It's not a trap!" she hissed back. "The headmistress came over and said – after Bobby let her in and put his gun away – I'm accepted to Salem School for the Witches of Tomorrow and dad said I can go! She proved it!"

Harrieta felt like pulling out her wand again – Brazilian pepper tree bark and Harpy heartstring center – just to poke Dean with it again when a woman with an Irish accent caught her attention.

"Muggles! Cant they relax down for but a minute!" a tall woman with sandy brown hair and blue eyes rushed past, dragging a girl around Harrieta's age in one hand and a boy the same age – and who looked surprisingly the same as the girl – in the other. "you're going to be late-"

Harrieta stepped forward just as Bobby pulled up next to Dean.

"Excuse me ma'am; do you know were platform 6.2 is?"

The woman stopped, taken aback by the girl who seemed to pop out of no-where.

"Er… oh! Are you muggle born?"

At Harrieta's nod the woman sighed.

"I'm Martha Finnegan, these are my children Melody and Todd. They are in the same year as you. Watch them and do as they do." She then turned to her kids. "Hop to it!" she barked.

The kids smiled identically, then turned to the wall of platform 6 and …

Walked right through it.

"Cool!" Dean smiled, dragging Harrieta through the wall.

"idjets." Bobby muttered, following them.

All three stopped as they saw the platform.

There were two trains, one dark blue, the other a dusty rose color. Boys and girls milled around and prefects stood at each train; the girls wore their dusty rose colored uniform and black hats decorated with pink twirls – Dean gagged at the sight of the prefect uniform – while the boys wore blue coat tails and black under suits.

Harrieta made a mental note never to become a prefect, tanking any gods for the fact that hers was a plain black dress.

A bridge arched over the trains, connecting the girl's side and the boys. The boys school – Salem Academy for Young Gentlemen – was SSWT's brother school.

Dean helped Harrieta put her trunk on the train while she clutched her tarantula's cage, Bobby holding her Pythons cage. The two were bickering.

Again.

Even though Harrieta could only hear one side of the convocation, she made a mental note to kick Dean for the language he had obviously used around her pets.

When a whistle blew, and the prefects stood all the straighter, Harrieta hugged her father and Dean, kissing both on the cheek and promising to write, before she climbed onto the train and then she was waving goodbye to two of the three men who meant the world to her.

~888~

Albus Dumbledore stood at his desk, usually twinkling eyes cold and hard and he looked at the owl before him, anger making the bird freeze in fear.

Clutched in his hand was a letter from Petunia Evans – no longer Dursley – telling him that her ex-husband had attempted to murder her nephew, but was apparently thwarted by two men with guns.

The baby had not been seen or heard of since.

~888~

The summer of her first year, uncle John went missing, and Dean went looking for him. She became too busy with school to write much in her second year, not much happening; except to find out some British mad man had risen from the dead. Also she spent the summer at a friend's house. Before school her dad told her uncle John was dead. She cried for a week every night.

She still wrote, but her dad wasn't telling her much. Third year they heard of the notorious Sirius Black escaping from the British prison Azkaban. In fourth year she made a penpal, Melody's cute Irish cousin Seamus, and found out about something called the Triwizerd Tournament.

Fifth year she got a letter from her dad while the headmistress praised her about being one of the most well mannered girls she had ever met.

Dean had sold his soul.

To bring Sam back from the dead.

He had one year to live.

She had been distraught that Dean had so little time, she had been happy Sam was a live…

Then she felt heartbroken and betrayed.

No-one had told her Sam was back. No-one had told her anything, she realized.

That's when Bobby started getting letters of concern from Harrieta's school.

~888~

Dean was dead.

Gone.

And she only found out because of a demon that had gotten into the school.

He had been dead for four months already.

The school had given up letters of concern.

She was screwed.

Done! What do you guys think? She's sixteen, I think I've mentioned all the important bits, I've [HOLY CARP!] what! [SHE'S GOING TO BE SIXTEEN!] Eeer… yeah? [You are going to have a sixteen year old having sex!] pft, I have a 'ten-year' old having sex in my other story! [That's different! That's shotacon!] chilax! (I'm home!) sheesh, I'm ganna post this now before I get another lecture.

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