Harry Potter/Supernatural crossover
Title: Amorem Familias
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Harry Potter. If I did, it wouldn't be the awesomeness it is now.
Chapter Summary: With Aunt Petunia gone, Harry moved to Grimmauld place, but it's making his nightmares worse. Dumbledore is desperately looking for a way to keep the blood wards up to keep Harry safe for the summer. Will he find a way?
Story Warnings: Mentions of abuse {and maybe future slash, who knows, I don't have any pairings decided, if any}
Chapter two: Rules
Harry sat in the office of Hogwarts, his luggage and Hedwig in Grimmauld place. It seemed to be odd to be in Hogwarts during the holidays. Harry wondered why he was even there when they could talk in Grimmauld place, not that Harry wasn't happy to out of there. Being in the place where Sirius used to be made his nightmares grow steadily worse.
It showed in his posture and appearance. His cheeks we sunken with lack of food in the Dursley's and even now he didn't eat well with his depression of his Godfather's death had caused. He had scars littered across his body from his uncle; some still hadn't healed even though he was out of Uncle Vernon's care for the last week. He had heavy bags under his eyes and his skin was pale. It had almost been three weeks since Aunt Petunia died, and two weeks of it was hell.
Harry assumed Dumbledore never knew about the abuse and since Dudley was still a blood relative, however weak it was, it would provide some protection for him while Dumbledore looked for an alternative. Harry hoped the headmaster did find something else. He did not want to return to Privet drive. He did not want to see his Uncle. Harry guessed that the headmaster would think his appearance as a result of Sirius' death. Half of it may be to blame for that, but the other half…
Dudley had taken his mother's death badly, but surprisingly enough, he did not blame Harry. It was actually odd. Dudley was more like a cousin to him than he had been his whole life. He couldn't stand up to his father whenever he abused Harry, no, but he did try giving him food and some of the medical supplies when Vernon wasn't looking. The death of his mother he blamed solely on the robber that had entered his home. Funnily enough, it wasn't a Death Eater like Harry originally believed. Dumbledore had confirmed that when he checked the house for magical residue.
His friends and mentors worried about him, but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to care. Not while he was at Grimmauld place and seeing shadows of Sirius at every corner. He still hadn't even seen hair, nor hide of Remus even though he wasn't at his Aunt's anymore. Though, Harry wouldn't blame him. If Harry was Remus he wouldn't see him if he had killed his best friend either.
"Now," Albus Dumbledore said kindly, his eyes not sparkling taking Harry's physical appearance. He knew Sirius' death affected him, but not to this extent. He hoped what he was doing next would be able to pull him out of his depression and possibly put some meat to his bones. "Harry, my boy, I wanted you to meet me here because there are less chances of your friends eavesdropping or another member of the Order to listen in seeing as you are in a completely different location."
Harry nodded warily.
"I have found a way to keep the blood wards up." Harry's eyes widened in slight fear at the thought that he may end up back at the Dursley's. Dudley was someone he could live with, but he was too young even though his blood could provide a form of some kind of protection from the Death Eaters somewhat, but not one strong enough to hold if they were under a full out attack. And Harry feared his Uncle would kill him before it may even come to that.
Dumbledore noticed his fear and frowned. He had no idea what had Harry so scared. "Harry, are you alright?"
Harry almost jumped at the question before he blinked and his expression of fear died away, leaving his features blank. This worried the headmaster. "No, sir. You were saying?"
"Yes, well, I ran a blood test through a potion with the blood you provided me with a few days ago and it looks like you do in fact have live blood relatives in America," Dumbledore said looking over his half moon spectacles. "Now, Harry, you know you need to stay with blood relatives to keep the wards up. Do you understand where I'm going with this?"
Harry pierced his lips together not sure how he felt about going overseas, but it was better than going back to Vernon. "Yes, Professor, I understand," he said respectively.
"It took me a while to find out who it was, but it was easy once I found the right documents. It seems your mother has an older brother who was born when your grandparents were too young to take care of them, so they had put him up for adoption and a nice couple in the states surnamed Winchester took him as their own son," Dumbledore explained. "Now, what I'm about to tell you is important, but I cannot tell you why since it is the family's choice whether or not to tell you. Under any circumstances you cannot tell your Uncle John – and that is his name – that you are a wizard. Nor will you tell your cousins, his sons."
"What? Why? What if the Death Eaters find us?" Harry exclaimed, "You can't expect me not to use magic. I wouldn't really care about the underage law at that point."
"Harry," Dumbledore said warily, looking his age, "I need you to promise me, and I cannot stress this enough that unless the circumstances were dire, do not use your magic. In America, the underage law does not apply, but its best you don't use it. People can easily trace you through your magical signature."
Harry looked at Dumbledore carefully, searching his eyes for something and he must have found it for he found himself nodding slowly in agreement. "Alright," Harry replied, "I won't use magic unless I have no other choice to. I won't tell them that I am a wizard."
"Thank you Harry," Albus Dumbledore said with a sad smile, "Now, your relatives seem to like moving around a lot. It was difficult to find them and it was by chance that I found a friend of John's who is willing to help out. He is named Robert Singer. Now, I've had Severus contact him through muggle means such as a telephone and a few letters and he has agreed to meet you. Mr. Singer said if all the information points out true he would call your cousins and it is important you stay with either one off your cousins or your uncle for the blood protection to work."
Professor Snape, huh. Harry grimaced not liking that his greasy potions master was the one running to America to meet the people who were about to become 'family'. Not that he had high expectations that they would become family. Blood meant nothing to him. Uncle Vernon and the rest of the Dursley family have proved that to him.
"I understand, sir," Harry said with a light sigh. "Will I be able to keep in contact with Ron and Hermione?"
"I'm sorry, Harry. You cannot contact or even tell anyone where you are," Dumbledore said and held up a hand to stave off any protests Harry had when he opened his mouth. "No, Harry. It is important that nobody knows of your location. The less people that know, the better."
"And Snape is allowed to know my location?" Harry almost snarled out, unhappy with the fact he wasn't allowed to keep in contact with his friends.
"Professor Snape," Dumbledore automatically corrected. "Harry, I would trust Severus with my life. He has proven time and again he could be trusted."
Harry pursed his lips together unhappily knowing he couldn't argue with Dumbledore in the matter. He knew that no matter what he would say about him Dumbledore would always brush it off. Why did the man have to hate him anyway? For something his father (who didn't have a chance to raise him) did while they were still in school? Man, did Snape know how to hold a grudge.
"Harry…"
Harry sighed. "I know. I won't tell them. I'll do whatever you want," he said with a defeated tone, then standing up, "So, when do I leave?"
When the details of when and where he was going, Harry left through the floo. Albus Dumbledore sighed and put his head in his aged hands. He never wished all the pain Harry had to go through just to live and survive. If he could, he would hide him forever, but he knew that he would have to face Voldemort sooner or later. Out of the shadows, Snape stepped into the office and sat down in front of the headmaster of Hogwarts.
"Is it wise to have the boy going to a family of hunters?" Severus inquired and if you listened carefully you could hear the worry in his voice, but of course, if that was addressed Severus Snape would deny it immediately. "If they discover that he uses magic, it doesn't matter if he's using it for good; hunters are known to kill anything supernatural."
After a moment of silence, Albus Dumbledore lifted his head. "He is Lily's brother. I have faith that he would not hurt Harry should he discover he is a wizard," Albus explained to his friend tiredly, "I did not make this decision lightly. The father was hard to find, but the sons of John Winchester were fairly easy to find with the right spells. The boys care more about family than anything. If they do discover what Harry is I trust the boys to make the right decision."
Snape narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean that John was hard to find?"
Dumbledore shook his head as if the problem itself was hard to understand. "There's something blocking him. I don't know what it is, but it is something strong if it can even block my magic."
"Won't that be even more reason not to send Mr. Potter to that family of hunters?" Severus asked, slightly alarmed with that bit of news. If something was blocking even Albus' magic that was certainly not a good thing.
"Do not worry, Severus. If anything, being in that family of hunters they may even teach him things that would help in the defeat of Voldemort," Severus winced at the name, "And I'm sure Voldemort will not be expecting Harry to possess such skills."
"…If you say so, Albus."
X
"Dean, your phone is ringing," Sam called out to his slumbering brother as he exited the bathroom, his hair dripping wet. He rolled his eyes when Dean did nothing, but flip over and sleep on. He picked up the phone and answered before it could disconnect. "Hello."
"Hello, is that you Sam?" It was a familiar voice, but he could not put his finger on it. "I thought this was Dean's phone."
"Ah, yeah, it is." Sam said, answering both questions in one go. He could see Dean getting up sleepily and looked at Sam questioningly and then yawning. Sam just shrugged.
"Look, its Bobby. I need you boys to come down." The gruff voice said answering his silent question on whom it was.
"Bobby?" Sam said with surprise, "Yeah, sure. Has something happened?"
"It's best that we meet up in person for this. Just get here ASAP."
"Ah, yeah, sure. We'll just finish this job and be on our way."
"Why was Bobby calling and what's happening?" Dean asked when Sam handed the phone to Dean. "And dude, get changed!"
Sam rolled his eyes before moving to his bag to look for clean clothes. "That was Bobby. He said he needs over as soon as possible. I told him we'd be there once we finish this job."
"Why?" Dean asked with a frown as Sam put on a shirt, "Last time we were there he was threatening dad with a shot gun."
Sam shrugged. "He didn't say, but it must be important. He said it was best to meet up in person for this."
Dean stretched, cracked his knuckles and sent a large grin to Sam. "Alright, let's get this done and hunt this mother fucker down."
Sam just shook his head exasperated, but a small smile on his face nonetheless.
X
"You're leaving tomorrow evening?" Hermione asked with a worried gleam in her eyes, "And Dumbledore said you're not allowed to tell us where or keep in contact with you?"
Harry shrugged. "Yeah, pretty much." He answered. He was back at Grimmauld place. Hermione and Ron also staying for a portion of the summer and they were in Harry's and Ron's room discussing what Harry talked about with Dumbledore. Not like he could say much considering Dumbledore forbade him because of the danger the information may pose.
"Harry…"
"Man, mate, why do you always get all the fun?" Ron said jokingly trying to lift the air a bit.
It worked. Harry snorted. "Yeah, all the fun," Harry said a tad bit sarcastically, "I reckon the 'fun' just cannot stay away from me."
"Hey, Harry, did Professor Dumbledore say we cannot write letters, or just not contact each other at all?" Hermione questioned.
Harry shrugged. "He just told me that I cannot contact anyone and tell them of my whereabouts."
"Well, if we don't use owls or a phone, would he let us contact each other if you don't tell us where you are?" Hermione asked.
Harry shrugged again. "I don't know. Maybe?"
"What are you thinking of doing, 'Mione?" Ron asked as he opened a packet of chocolate frogs.
Hermione smiled as she got up suddenly excited. "I have an idea! And really, if Professor Dumbledore disapproves we don't have to tell him what I'm planning!"
Ron opened his mouth in shock and Harry looked at Hermione with slight interest. Well, Hermione going behind Dumbledore's back. That was a first. "What did you have in mind?"
AN: Not much happens this chapter. Just Dumbledore laying down the ground rules really. I know I skipped Vernon's abuse, but I didn't want to drag it out, but there will be mentions of it and possible flashbacks in certain situations. I'm playing on whether or not I should add Dudley some time in the future, but not as a permanent thing. Hum, maybe.
On another note: Thank you guys for reviews! I love you guys so much. I didn't think I'd receive this much response. You people are awesome! And the alerts. Omg the amount of people adding this to their alerts... I was like 0.0 Wow. Really, wow. One of the most funniest things I found though was when this story was added to the C2 that was previously called 'Ranma, Digimon and Dragonball Z'. I noticed they changed it now, but it made me laugh because it had nothing to do with either of those things.
Oh and thank you to Muurbloempje who pointed out that I wrote 'ghost and burn' instead of 'salt and burn'. It was early hours in the morning when I wrote chapter one. Its fixed now, so thank you!
Anyways, cheers!
