AN – Warnings, disclaimer, etc. found in Chapter 1.

I just want to say THANK YOU to all of you! I really wasn't expecting much of a response to this fic, but it makes me insanely happy that people are actually enjoying it. XD


The next morning dawn bright and very early for the two Winchester brothers as the screaming of a baby woke them abruptly. Dean automatically sat up and picked up the boy from where he was previously sleeping on the bed beside him, while Sam pulled his blanket over his head and groaned. Dean laughed at him while trying to calm the crying infant.

After a couple minutes, Dean threw a pillow at his younger brother. "Hey! Make yourself useful and go to the store and get some stuff for him."

Sam sat up and glared at him. "Like what?"

"Grab a pen and make a list."

"A list? How much stuff could you need?"

"Diapers, wipes, milk, bottles – "

"Alright, fine! Let me find some paper. Why didn't you stop to get this crap yesterday?"

"Wasn't planning on having a kid by the end of the night, was I? And what store do you know is open near midnight. Well, that would sell baby stuff anyway."

Sam finally found something to write with and sat at the table. "What is it we need?"

As Dean rattled off a list he was moving around the room, trying to find something that could work as a temporary diaper till Sam got back from the store.

Sam read the list back to him once finished and Dean nodded in approval. "I think that's good for now. Hopefully we'll find some stuff we can use in the house when we go back to it." With that, Sam put on some mostly-clean clothes and headed out to the store.

When Sam returned, he snorted a laugh at the sight of his brother entertaining the boy, who was sitting in the middle of Dean's bed with one of the motel's hand towels wrapped around his bottom in a poor excuse for a diaper.

"Finally!" Dean exclaimed. "Little monster's been fussy as hell. Needs something to eat."

"Well, I got what you wanted." Sam said, as he started taking out items. Dean walked over and grabbed a diaper while Sam disappeared into the bathroom to shower.

After the boy had been fed and the brothers had gathered all their things, they stuck it all in the car and drove off to the destroyed house.

As they arrived, they immediately noticed that something was different. Since there was no crime scene tape or cops hanging around investigating the murder of the couple, it was obvious everyone still thought the property was just an empty lot. However, it was also obvious someone else had been there the previous night. In front of the path leading to the door, someone had placed a sign with a plaque that read:

On this spot, on the night of 31 October 2011,

Lily and James Potter lost their lives.

Their son, Harry, has been lost to us

and we can only hope he is safe.

This house, invisible to Muggles, has been left

in its ruined state as a monument to the Potters

and as a reminder of the violence

that tore apart their family.

"So, your name's Harry Potter, huh?" Dean questioned the boy. Harry just looked at him in response.

"Whoever came and set this up did it quickly. Probably just missed us last night would be my guess," said Sam, looking at the sign as well. "Wonder if it was more magic users? They seem to know how the Potters were killed."

"Yeah. Says the house is invisible to… muggles. Think that's why the police didn't respond?"

"Probably. Let's go check it out. Hopefully there's still things we can use inside."

It turned out that the house had been left completely untouched, except for the removal of the two bodies. Harry seemed to recognize the place as home and was squirming in Dean's arms to be put down so he could walk. Dean complied and followed him into the living room, where he started looking around for anything useful. Sam went straight to the bookshelf on one wall and immediately pulled down a couple and flipped through them. Dean smiled at that, his brother would never change, then turned away to keep an eye on Harry.

A couple hours later they had collected a nice pile of things, the majority of which was made up of most of the books from the three bookshelves found throughout the house. From the kitchen they had gathered Harry's supplies - bottles, training cups, snack foods and such. Though most of the nursery was destroyed, they thankfully managed to salvage Harry's clothes from the nearly untouched dresser and a couple of his toys, including a stuffed black dog that made Harry babble happily at the sight of it. The boy quickly hugged the plushie and to the brothers' surprise, the toy stood up and ran a circle around the laughing baby, barking and wagging its tail, before returning to its seated position in front of him. Another surprise came when Harry grabbed a small, child-sized broom from near the back door and sat on it, only for it to start floating and slowly move around the room. Dean had gotten a laugh out of that; apparently some of the fairy tale stereotypes were true. The last things added to the pile were a few obviously magical items Sam wanted to mess with and a few pictures of Harry and his parents that Dean found around the house for the boy when he got older. Oh, did he mention that they freakin' moved!

While looking through what appeared to be a study, Dean had found a cabinet filled with various legal papers. Included in those was a copy of Harry's birth certificate. Apparently, his full name was Harry James Potter and he was born on July 31, 2010. In a place called St. Mungo's. He guessed it was a magical hospital and wondered if all magical places had odd names.

All of these things were put in a trunk Sam had found in one of the guest bedrooms that had the initials J.P. on the side. It looked pretty old and worn and had obviously belonged to Harry's father, but when the younger Winchester had opened it, he had found out that it was much bigger on the inside than it appeared and was perfect to carry all the stuff in. Especially since, after everything was stored away, the trunk hadn't gotten any heavier with all the extra items. Yes, the Winchesters were starting to realize that having magic had its perks.

Once the trunk was loaded into the backseat of the Impala, the brothers finally continued their journey to Sioux Falls, with a small addition sitting on Sam's lap, black dog clutched to his chest, and sadly waving goodbye to his old home.


On the night of October 31, as an old model car was driving around the corner on its way to the police station, there was a loud crack of displaced air, followed by a horrified yell from the man who had appeared out of nowhere to the sight of the destroyed house of his closest friends.

Despite his shock and flash of panic, Sirius Black quickly gathered himself and pulled his wand, hurrying through the doorway. He stopped and gave a sob at the sight of James, his best friend, lying lifeless at the foot of the stairwell. With quickly disappearing hope he head up to the next floor and into the nursery, only to feel another wave of grief at seeing beautiful Lily spread on the floor in front of little Harry's crib.

Crying openly now he made his way over to check on the child. If the sight of his two best friends, cold and unmoving, had grieved him so, it was the realization that his precious godson was nowhere to been seen that broke him.

When Professor Albus Dumbledore arrived at the previously hidden Potter home not too long after, it was to find Sirius kneeling on the floor of a destroyed nursery, next to the body of Lily Potter, facing an empty child's crib. He was perfectly still, not crying, not even blinking - seeming as lifeless as the woman next to him, with his wand lying forgotten on the floor.

Albus quickly approached him and tried to talk to him, snap him out of his grieved stupor. It wasn't until he mentioned one Peter Pettigrew and how he needed to be found and brought to justice that he showed signs of life. A wild, murderous light grew in his eyes, and quick as a flash, his wand was snatched up and he was out the door. Albus called out to him, trying to stop him and warning him against doing anything rash, but his words were unheeded. As soon as he passed the wards, Sirius Black disappeared with a pop to go hunting for a rat.

Albus sighed in irritation, but didn't bother to go after the grief crazed man. After a time studying the residue magic in the area, he determined that the Dark Lord had fired the killing curse at the young boy, who had somehow survived it. Instead it had backfired and destroyed the castor, but Albus knew Voldemort was not truly gone. He had to find the youngest Potter and fast. Harry was the only hope for the Wizarding World's future and had to be properly prepared to face his destiny.

However, even with all his knowledge and planning, Albus was never able to figure out where the boy had disappeared to. Too bad he never thought of simply checking with the local muggle police. After all, it had to have been a wizard to have taken the child. No simple muggle could have gotten past the wards he, himself had set up and into the house. Right?

Unfortunately for him, he never factored the Winchesters into his plans.


AN – Oh, I hated doing that to poor Sirius! Even if it was short and without much detail. Honestly, I'm not sure where this one came from. Wasn't expecting to get past chapter 2. XD Hope you enjoy anyway.