Old Enough to Die
Summary: Harry Potter is taken by a mysterious figure and escapes with the help of two Hunters. Dean/Harry Slash.
Warnings: Mild swearing, sexual content, drinking but nothing in this short chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Supernatural and am making no money from this. If you recognize dialogue or anything else then it came form either source. The title is from the band Ministry of Magic (both chapter and story)
A/N: Sorry that took so long I just got back from China, usually I'll post quicker. A few concerns to address. This story is going to lean more towards the Supernatural side but the HP world will be very much present. Ron and Draco, if they get together, you wont see anything I think.
Escape from Azkaban
Chapter Two
Dean loved bars. He loved the quiet drinking in corners, the wild partying that only the drunk could fully understand but most of all he loved the feeling of normalcy and contentment that he got from sharing a beer with his brother in a smoky bar. It was the little things that mattered to him, really. Dean zipped up his jeans and sauntered out of the bathroom only stopping momentarily to smile charmingly at the dark haired biker chick eyeing him up. He gave her a shrug and indicated the door. He wasn't too disappointed that Sam had decided they needed to leave early until the girl pouted her darkly painted lips at him. He was however pacified by the angry flexing tattooed man next to her. While Dean could have fought the man easily enough and won he was in no mood for a fight and they needed to keep a low profile still.
He saluted the biker before leaving the bar. If he knew his brother he would be tapping his fingers against his thigh impatiently. He would never hear the end of it if the kid didn't get enough sleep. An orange cat on the hood of the car next to his baby but he felt his heart drop when he seen John Winchester's journal casually lying on top of the trunk. Sam would never be so casual with the journal as to leave it out. Maybe this one time Sam had been careless. He opened the driver's side door fully intending to lay into his brother the importance of the journal but the car was empty.
He whipped his head around and hoped desperately that this was some sort of a joke on Sam's part. He couldn't see his brother's goofy grin anywhere. A group from the bar began to exit and he asked the girl and her tattooed man if they'd seen Sam. Nothing, no one had seen him.
"Sam." He called out a million scenarios and monsters racing through his head, possibilities he'd rather not think about. "Sammy." Nothing. The traffic cam caught his eye it could lead to something but nothing immediately. He circled the bar looking for some sort of clue, some sign, Sam was a smart kid if something had taken him he could have found a way to leave a message for Dean. He stopped at a strange track near the edge of the woods. It looked as if something had lain on the ground then sort of crawled towards the bar but the tracks disappeared again. Whoever it was knew how to hide their tracks. He walked back and forth hands tight against his hips, something was going on here but he wasn't sure if it had anything to do with Sammy. Dean didn't believe in coincidences though. He pulled his leather closer and walked around the bar and into the woods for a bit longer just to make sure but nothing besides the strange tracks lead to anything.
"Sam." He'd have to check the traffic camera in the morning. He hated dealing with the cops.
Later the next day at the Sheriffs Office
"So, what can we do for you, Officer Washington?" The officer was a no-nonsense type which normally made Dean want to discover the inside of her pants. He just loved that caged in librarian authoritarian sort of girl, every once in a while. Today his entire focus was on getting his brother back.
"I'm working a missing persons." The officer looked puzzled, her brow furrowed.
"I didn't know the Jenkins case was being covered by the state police." Nervously Dean let his hand trail across the counter's surface, his nails dug into the wood.
"Oh, no. No, there's someone else. Actually, it's my cousin. We were havin' a few last night at this bar down by the highway. And I haven't seen him since." She nodded her head as a sort of understanding lit her eyes.
"Does your cousin have a drinking problem?" Dean stopped for a moment thinking about Sam ever having something like a drinking problem, his brother was much too controlled to let that happen.
"Sam? Two beers and he's doin' karaoke or else reciting poetry. No, he wasn't drunk. He was taken." She nodded and gestured over to her desk. Dean followed eyes quickly scanning the area, cops made him twitchy.
"All right, what is his name?" Her fingers poised above the keyboard she waited for Dean to catch up.
"Winchester, Sam Winchester." Briefly she looked up before focusing back to the computer screen.
"Like the rifle?"
"Like the rifle." They both looked at the screen as Sam's name popped up.
"Samuel Winchester. So, you know that his brother, Dean Winchester, died in St. Louis. And, uh, was suspected of murder." Her voice was soft as she spoke and he nodded his head.
"Yeah, Dean. Kind of the black sheep of the family. Handsome, though." She looked at him hard for a moment and Dean had the wild thought that she knew. He shook his head partly trying to clear away thoughts but also to make it look good.
"Uh-huh." She typed some more. "Well, he's not showing up in any current field reports." Dean expected as much.
"Oh, I already have a lead. I saw a surveillance camera by the highway."
"Uh-huh. The county traffic cam?"
"Right. Yeah. I'm thinking the camera picked up whatever took him." The officer's face tightened. "Or, whoever."
"Well, I have access to the traffic cam footage down at the county works department, but—well, anyhow, let's do this the right way." She handed over paper work and Dean suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. "Why don't you fill out a missing persons report and sit tight over here?"
"Officer, look, uh, he's family. I kind of—I kind of look out for the kid. You gotta let me go with you." Dean thought briefly of Sam's puppy dog eyes.
"I'm sorry, I can't do that."
"Well, tell me something. Your county has its fair share of missing persons. Any of 'em come back? Sam's my responsibility. And he's comin' back. I'm bringin' him back."
Unknown Location
Slowly awareness came back to him. Harry kept his eyes closed and feigned sleep he wanted to get an idea of where he was before he drew any attention. He was getting sick of waking up not knowing where he was and not knowing the danger he was in. His magic had taken him to a place just out side of a woods area and for a few moments he had thought he was back at Hogwarts on the edge of the Forbidden Forest but then something had grabbed him and knocked him unconscious. He'd be lucky to get out of this without a concussion. He was in for a lecture from Pomfrey if he ever made it back to Hogwarts. He reached for his magic but could not feel anything other then his rapidly beating heart. Something moved and brushed against his leg he tensed before he could stop himself and opened his eyes.
A kid looked at him through a curtain of shaggy brown hair. The kid gave him a sort of lopsided smile and Harry relaxed slightly.
"Hey you're alive." Harry tried to sit up but a wave of dizziness rushed across him and he was forced to lie back down.
"Yeah, barely." A rattling turned both their heads towards another cage. An older man glared at them from behind his bars.
"You're Alvin Jenkins, aren't you?" The man raised his head towards the ceiling.
"Yeah." The kid sat back on his heels looking as if the entire world lay on his shoulders and Harry scooted further back against the bars.
"I was lookin' for ya." Jenkins inclined his head a sneer in his voice.
"Oh, yeah? Well, no offense, but this is a piss-poor rescue." The kid nodded his head but a hopeful gleam was etched across his face.
"Well, my brother's out there right now, too. He's lookin' for us. So…"
"So, he's not gonna find us. We're in the middle of nowhere. Waiting for them to come back and do God-knows-what to us." The kid spared a sort of halfway glance at Harry before looking back at the other man.
"Have you seen them? What are they?" His voice was oddly intense and Harry struggled to sit up straighter he was an Auror and Harry Potter he would not let whatever this was beat him. His body felt as if it weren't completely in sync with him.
"What are they? Are you out of your mind?" Jenkins asked his body moving in a sort of half shuffle away from the other cage. Harry decided to interrupt them wanting to know exactly what this kid knew. The man he could all ready dismiss as irrational and ignorant of the magic world.
"Where are we?" The kid and the man across the cage both stared at him. Harry did his best 'I'm harmless' smile. Luckily he looked a lot younger than his twenty-five years, many people having commented that he couldn't possibly be older than eighteen.
"I don't know. The country, I think. Smells like the country." Jenkins said voice sarcastic and cutting. The kid appeared in deep concentration Harry thought he looked like that type to do that a lot.
"I mean specifically where are we? The states, yeah?" Jenkins rolled his eyes and gripped his bars tightly.
"This is just great, I'm stuck here waiting for some Ted Bundy wannabe with doe eyed and limey."
"Minnesota last I knew. What's your name, again?" The kid asked as he tried once again to shift away from Harry but it proved to be almost impossible for them not to touch in the small cage.
"Harry Potter." He stuck out his hand.
"Sam Winchester." They shook hands and Sam suddenly gave a great grin. "At least you're a shrimp if you weren't this would be a lot more difficult." Harry shook his head but felt himself smile a bit, even in a life or death situation he could see the benefit of laughing at himself. It would seem everyone loved to tease him about his height.
"Yeah, being a shrimp does seem to beat being a giant right about now."
"If you two are done braiding each others hair." Sam cleared his throat and looked around the room again.
"There has got to be a way out of here, there has to be." Harry pushed himself against the bars while Sam got up and began to tug on an exposed pipe.
"Give it up Sammy." Jenkins laid his head against his knees to watch the struggling man in the next cage over.
"Don't." He tugged harder. "Call me." He left out a huff. "Sammy." The pipe burst out and Sam fell to the ground his long body half on top of Harry. Harry reached around Sam to the fallen piece of metal.
"It's a bracket." Harry handed it over, not really knowing what to do with.
"Well, thank God, a bracket. Now we've got 'em, huh?" Harry was starting to get really annoyed with the Muggle's attitude. Just as he was about to say something when Jenkins' cage door open, all three stared at the opened door.
"Must've been a short. Maybe you knocked somethin' loose." Sam rushed toward the edge of the cage closest to Jenkins, his eyes employing.
"I think you should get back in there, Jenkins."
"What? Are you insane?" Harry watched the interaction, agreeing with Sam but not willing to give up the chance at the freedom that Jenkins could achieve. Without his magic he felt useless.
"This isn't right."
"Don't you wanna get out of here?"
"Yeah. But that was too easy." Sam's eyes became impossibly large, his whole persona changing to that of a wounded animal. Harry had to admire his kicked puppy look but Jenkins didn't even seem to notice it.
"Look, I'm gonna get out of here, and I'm gonna send help, okay, don't worry." He crept out of the cage with a serious expression.
"No, I'm serious. Jenkins—this might be a trap."
"Bye, Sammy." Jenkins gave a slight wave as he tried to covertly sneak out of the room.
"Jenkins!" Harry could see the worry in Sam's eyes so he awkwardly placed a hand on his shoulder.
"He could be right." Sam said nothing but sat back against the bars.
"Dean will come." Harry said nothing instead he focused on calling his magic to him, something had done too often in the past few days. He frowned when he could barley feel his magic, he was too tired too drained after Apparition.
Sam finally spoke after what had felt like days to Harry.
"So where did they catch you?" Carefully Harry sat up straighter, he needed Sam to trust him but how much could he reveal to a Muggle?
"I don't really know." Sam's eyes trained on him seeming to dissect every move that Harry made. Harry didn't know if someone could gain that sort of distrust and suspicion just because of their situation.
"You weren't even sure what country you were in." Harry nodded his head not really know what to say to that. "You're from the UK right?"
"Yeah." Sam nodded.
"How did you get here?"
"Honestly I have no idea. I was working with some friends of mine and suddenly I was in a place I've never seen before. What about you how'd you get here?" Sam shrugged his shoulders.
"Just at a bar with my brother I walked out first and they snatched me." Not quite lying but Harry knew he was leaving something out. Who was he to judge though? Maybe he was telling the complete and honest truth Harry's magic wasn't all together perfect right now after all.
"What did you mean by 'what are they'? That sounds-" Harry lifted an eyebrow and tilted his head.
"Crazy I know." He rubbed a hand across his mouth before continuing. "It was just a slip." He knew definitely now that Sam was lying but since he couldn't use Legilimency he didn't know how to make him talk. Harry was beginning to realize just how limited his Auror training was. He had learned to lean heavily against his magic doing things the Muggle way seem unnatural to him now.
"A slip?" They stared at each other both unwilling to admit what they were really thinking. They were startled out of their staring contest when the doors open. Both tensed not able to see who was coming in. A man stepped into view with the body of a woman across his shoulder her head smacking against his back. The man leered as he threw her into the cage Jenkins had vacated hours ago. He gave Sam and Harry a slight wave before heading back out.
"What are we doing here?" Sam yelled at his retreating back. "Where is Jenkins?" The woman began to stir. She held her hand tight against her head.
"You alright?" Sam asked voice once again taking on the kind undertones. The woman was startled out of her thoughts.
"Are you Sam Winchester?" Sam perked at his name and shared a looked of relief with Harry.
"Yeah."
"Your, uh, your cousin's looking for you." Sam smiled.
"Thank God. Where is he?" The girl looked ashamed for a moment before she spoke.
"I, uh—I cuffed him to my car." Sam fell back against the cage walls again his head in his hands. All three tense as someone once again entered the room. Sam smiled brightly as a man rushed toward him concern written clearly across his face.
"Sam? Are you hurt?"
"No."
"Damn, it's good to see you." The man turned his head towards Harry and Sam nodded. Harry felt his chest clench, he'd never been one to believe in divination but he could literally feel that something big had just happened. Pushing aside anything besides his magic he vowed to think about it later.
"How did you get out of the cuffs?" The man spun around, surprised.
"Oh, I know a trick or two." His smile was charming and his body language that of a kid who had just played a great trick.
"Harry this is my-"
"Cousin." He interrupted Sam. "Alright, let's get you out of here." His frown deepened as he checked over the cages. "Oh, these locks look like they're gonna be a bitch."
"Well, there's some kind of automatic control right there." Sam leaned toward his cousin eyes bright.
"Have you seen 'em?"
"Yeah. Dude, they're just people." Sam's voice was shocked and confused.
"And they jumped you? Must be gettin' a little rusty there, kiddo. What do they want?" Sam's cousin turned toward the control panel, Harry watched him out of the corner of his eye. The woman watched too her expression still sort of fascinated.
"I don't know. They let Jenkins go, but that was some sort of trap. It doesn't make any sense to me." Sam spoke as his cousin nodded.
"Well, that's the point. You know, with our usual playmates, there's rules, there's patterns. But with people, they're just crazy." They knew something that much was obvious but they weren't wizards, Harry could feel no other magic in the room but his own and a strange object around the cousin.
"See anything else out there?" They talked as if this were common place, like they were constantly in life threatening danger like the Aurors who fought with him during the war had.
"Uh, he has about a dozen junked cars hidden out back. Plates from all over, so I'm thinkin' when they take someone, they take their car, too." The woman made a noise and the three turned to her. She smiled weakly at them not exactly reaching her eyes.
"Did you see a black Mustang out there? About ten years old?"
"Yeah, actually, I did." The woman looked at the ground her entire body wracked with grief.
"Your brother's?" She nodded. "I'm sorry. Let's get you guys out of here, then we'll take care of those bastards. This thing takes a key?" Sam and Harry nod, the woman still too lost to do much of anything. "Any idea where it is?"
"No." Sam said as Harry looked up staring directly at his cousin.
"I can get it." Harry could feel just enough magic and energy left in him to summon the key but he'd have to rely on Sam and the others to get him out of here.
"We have to get out of here." The cop spoke finally able to shake herself out of her grief. "Lets do whatever we can."
"How would you do that?" He asked voice level with suspicion, Sam too watched him a little too closely.
"I could." He licked his lips, revealing himself to Muggles even if they did seem to know more than they should was never a good idea. There really was no other way to do it. "I could use magic." Harry was shocked by the level of violence that word brought out with both Sam and his cousin. They flinched as if dealt a blow but the woman smiled at him as if she thought he were a bit slow.
"You're a witch?" Just the word coming out of the man's voice was enough to convince Harry that something was dreadfully wrong here. Muggles might not know about magic but they wouldn't act like this when someone just talked about magic, not the normal ones. Not the ones who weren't related to him.
"Dean." Sam said voice almost too low to catch. The woman took notice, her hair swinging wildly as she turned to Sam's cousin.
"Dean Winchester?" He nodded tightly while giving Sam a look that Harry had only seen pass between the Weasley twins. He felt a momentary jab at the thought of Fred. "You are full of surprises aren't you, Dean?" Dean shrugged his shoulders giving the woman a grin.
"Well honey I can't say that I'm not." She tilted her head.
"When this is over we'll be having a talk." Sam turned to Harry eyes intense and confused.
"You're a witch? How did you get caught?" Harry suppressed a groan.
"I'm not a witch, I'm a wizard and I don't know what happened to me." He shrugged. "Much less how I ended up here. The thing is though, I can get the key but its going to cost me. I wont be able to do much after I might not even have the energy to walk." Sam and Dean shared a look.
"Get the key then we'll take care of the rest." Dean took a threatening step forward. "When this is over you and I will be having a long talk." He echoed the words of the cop. Talking had never been such a scary activity but he nodded knowing that he would agree to anything right now, he didn't have enough energy to do much but accio the key. He concentrated hard on his magic willing it to expand just a little bit more.
"Don't you need some virgin's blood or something?" Dean sneered breaking Harry concentration. Harry glared up pulling every bit of his Auror training and Boy-Who-Lived status to show Dean just how serious he was. Sam gave Dean a pointed look silently communicating. Dean lifted both hands in mock surrender and waited.
It would be difficult to summon without a wand but not any worse than attempting a slightly more advanced spell with his wand.
"Accio key." He waited not sure yet if it would work the three other people in the room watching him. "Accio key." He pushed more magic into it this time and put as much feeling into the spell as if he could force the key to be their be sheer force of will. The last thing he seen before passing out against Sam's side was an old man being lead by a key strapped to his neck.
TBC
