I hadn't expected to update so soon, but I am celebrating turning in the last of my papers! I just have to get through finals, and I'll be school and work free for a month! Is the plot moving too slowly for you guys? Should I just hurry up and get him over to America already? Let me know what you think.

Warnings: May contain spoilers for both HP & Supernatural. Both of which are definitely not owned by me!

Also, don't have a beta, so please forgive any errors!

Just a note: The time lines of both Harry Potter & Supernatural stand as is. Harry turned twenty-three in July of 2003. As of Chapter Three, this chapter, it is approximately February of 2004, some odd eighteen months prior to the beginning of Supernatural Season One.

I also haven't chosen a pairing. Feel free to make suggestions.

Blood of the Father

By Koinaka

By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes:
Open, locks,
Whoever knocks!

MacBeth Act 4 Scene 1 Lines 44-47

Chapter Three
Complications Abound

Harry winced at the brightness of the florescent lighting as he entered the government building. A bored looking man, maybe a year or two older than himself directed Harry to the first in a series of check points. He approached the desk reluctantly. He'd seen Dumbledore do this during his lessons about Voldemort, but he'd never done it himself. At the Ministry, Harry, as a junior member, had primarily been delegated to paper work and tea detail which was just another way of saying that he was a grunt. He definitely didn't have any experience in modifying memories or casting the Confundus Charm.

"How may I help you?" The woman sitting at the desk was middle-aged, probably, with hair pulled back so tightly in a bun that even ol' McGonagall wouldn't have found fault with it.

Harry pushed his hair away from his face, which was quickly becoming his newest bad habit ever since he let his hair grow out. He handed her the packet of papers that Hermione had procured for him along with his newly minted driver's license and birth certificate. There was a ridiculous amount of paperwork involved in international travel, not to mention time, Harry thought. "My name is Harry Potter, and I have an appointment with a Mrs. Declan about obtaining my passport using your premium one-day service."

She gave Harry a strict look over the rim of her glasses when he hesitated. "Ah, yes, Mr. Potter. If you would have a seat, Mrs. Declan will be with you as soon as possible."

After a twenty-five minute wait in the most uncomfortable of chairs, it was Harry's turn. As it happens, Mrs. Declan was even stiffer than the previous woman. She took one look at Harry's rather shaggy appearance and frowned. "I trust your paperwork is in order?" she asked.

Harry nodded and passed the packet of paperwork over to her. She frowned as she quickly glanced over the completed forms and identification. "I'm afraid there is a problem. If you are applying for a passport, Mr. Potter, I am going to need to see either your mother or your father's birth certificate."

Harry's brow furrowed in confusion. "Err... why? I'm an orphan. Both of my parents died when I was a kid."

"Then, you shall have to retrieve them, Mr. Potter, from the General Register's Office," Mrs. Declan replied primly.

He sighed heavily and took a quick look around. No one was paying them the least amount of attention as they were all busy conducting their own business - successfully, he might add, unlike himself. Harry withdrew his wand from the front pocket of his trousers and pointed it at her, whispering the incantation Confundo in his head. Aloud, he said. "I think you should find everything in order."

Mrs. Declan's lips thinned as her eyes narrowed. "I most certainly do not find everything in order, and I insist that you put away that stick at once! Unless you wish for me to have charges filed against you for threatening a government official?"

Harry paled. It hadn't worked! Well, he'd always been pants at silent casting, hadn't he? He tried muttering the spell next, making sure his made the proper wand movements and everything. "I think you should find everything in order," he said a bit more forcefully for the second time.

This time, Mrs. Declan drew herself up and gave him the most disapproving look that he had ever received. "Mr. Potter, I insist that you desist at once, or I shall be forced to have you forcibly removed from the building. Now, as I've said, we require either your mother or your father's birth certificate when applying for a passport before your twenty-fifth birthday. If you do not have access to these forms, which I must say that I find quite irregular, you may obtain them from, as I told you previously, the General Register's Office."

Blushing hotly, Harry stammered out an apology before slinking out the door. He hurried into the alleyway behind the building. He'd taken a taxi to the office because he'd never had any reason to visit the Identity and Passport Service Office before. Apparating to a location you'd never been to before was tricky, and Harry hadn't wanted to risk splinching himself. Now, however, he wanted to return home quickly and discover why he hadn't been able to successfully confound that Muggle!

"Apparate!" Harry intoned picture the alley he always used to travel to and from his flat clearly in his mind.

Nothing happened.

Harry's eyes widened in shock.

He pointed his wand at a pebble in the road and said, "Wingardium Leviosa!"

Once again, nothing happened.

He was definitely in trouble.

Cursing beneath his breath, he pulled the tiny cellular telephone out of his trouser pocket. Hermione had been insistent that he carry a telephone on him at all times whilst traveling through America in case something happened to him. He quickly chose Hermione's number from his contact list and waited for her to answer. He didn't have to wait long as she answered nearly straight away.

"What's wrong? I thought you had an appointment at the Identity and Passport Service Office. You didn't run into any problems, did you?" she asked.

"Yes to both! That... horrid little woman, who, by the way, would most definitely make Madame Pinch seem like the most cheerful person around, wouldn't take my paperwork because she said I needed one of my parent's birth certificate! So, I tried to use the Confundus Charm, you know, to speed things up a bit, only... well, it didn't work!"

"I can't believe you, Harry!" Hermione said in a positively scandalized tone. "Using magic against a Muggle, you, of all people... I simply can't believe you would ever do such a thing."

Harry scowled, but when he realized that Hermione could not see his expression, he settled for making an aggravated noise. "Well, I didn't, that's what I'm telling you, it didn't work!"

There was a pause. "Come again?"

Harry took a deep breath. "I tried - twice! - to use the Confundus Charm on her, only I couldn't!"

"Are you quite certain that you did it properly? Perhaps you should try again."

"No way!" Harry said at once. "If I try it again, I'm likely to be carted away to the bobbies for threatening a government official! That's just it, though. I came around to the alleyway behind the building, you know, so that I could Apparate home... only.. well, that didn't work either! So I tried to levitate this little pebble and that didn't work either."

"That is most odd. Well, come on over to the Burrow, and we'll get this squared away."

"Didn't you just hear me say that I couldn't Apparate? It's 150 miles, at least, between the Burrow and London! I don't fancy taking a train there, Hermione. That would take loads of time!"

He heard Hermione let out an angry breath. "Obviously I didn't mean for you to Apparate or take the train. Really, Harry! Call for the Knight Bus. You should find that even if your magic is acting up, it will come."

Harry flushed with embarrassment. "Sorry, I didn't think about the Knight Bus."

"It's quite alright. Now, go on. I'll just stay on the line while you try."

"Alright, then." He pulled out his wand once more and flicked it once, thinking of his need for the Knight Bus.

Nothing happened.

"Err, Hermione? It didn't work."

Hermione sighed. "I'll be right there."

The line went dead about a second before Hermione Apparated into the alley beside him.

"First things first. Give me your paperwork, and I'll go in and take care of it before we go to the Burrow."

Harry gave her a bemused look. "I'm really surprised at you, Hermione! Using magic against a Muggle?"

A pink blush appeared on her cheeks. "Shut it you. Ordinarily, I would disapprove, but it's becoming quite plain that you really must discover what's wrong with you, and we simply cannot afford any more delays. I had thought you might be able to arrange a portkey to America, but it looks like you may have to take Muggle transportation, so you'll definitely have to have everything properly filed."

Harry shot his friend a glare. "If I didn't need this ruddy passport, why did I go through all of that stuff just so I could apply for one?"

"As it turns out, you do need that 'ruddy passport,' don't you? And you really should have proper identification while traveling abroad. Now, wait here."

Hermione was in and out of the Identity and Passport Services Office in record time. She handed him the receipt that he would need to bring in when he returned the next day to pick his passport up.

"It's been a while since I Side-Alonged," she warned before grasping his hand.

Harry felt the uncomfortable sensation of being squeezed into an unbearably small place before he disappeared and reappeared on the front lawn of the Burrow.

"Harry, dear, how wonderful to see you!" Mrs. Weasley said when they entered the house. She frowned as she took a good look at him. "Shall I trim your hair for you, dearie?"

"No, thanks, but no," Harry said, giving Mrs. Weasley a broad smile. "Something smells good, is that treacle tart I smell?"

"Are you sure you wouldn't like for me to give you a little trim? Your hair is getting a bit silly, isn't it?"

Luckily, Ron appeared in the doorway just then and intervened on his behalf. "Blimey, Mum, Harry's a grown man, now. I reckon he knows whether or not he wants to have a trim or not, yeah?"

Mrs. Weasley was still muttering beneath her breath as the three of them made their way up to Hermione's room.

Two hours later, and they had exhausted all of Hermione's sources. Hermione gave Harry a disgusted look.

"What?" he asked her, scowling darkly in return.

She sighed. "It's not you. It's just..."

Ron grinned mischievously from his position on the foot of her bed. "She doesn't like not knowing everything."

Hermione glared at her fiance. "Not everything, Ronald! But this is really quite troubling, isn't it? Harry's magic is just gone. I would think that you would be at least concerned that your best mate's magic has just up and disappeared!"

"Oi!" Harry exclaimed, looking up from Hermione's copy of 1001 Magical Maladies. "I'll have you know, my magic is not gone. I can feel it the same as always. It's my wand that won't work."

"See!" Ron said, though he did look slightly abashed. "Harry's magic's not gone! Have you tried casting a spell without your wand?"

"Oh really, Ronald... wandless magic... of all of the ridiculous things you have ever said!"

But Harry was looking at Ron with a new found respect. Why hadn't he thought about that? It was so simple. "Right," he said at last. "So, hand out, you think, Ron?"

Ron shrugged. "Suppose so," he said after a minute. "Sounds about right."

With a shrug of his own, he thrust his hand out. "Accio pillow!"

When nothing happened, Hermione looked entirely too pleased. Harry sighed. Was it too much to ask for things to work out for him? Why hadn't that worked? He knew he hadn't lost his magic because he could feel it! Harry let out an angry breath of his own as he glared at the pillow in question. Just then, the pillow, which Ron had been resting his head on previously, shot across the room and thudded against the wall behind Harry with so much force that the pillow burst open causing the soft downy feathers within to scatter across the room. It didn't just stop with one pillow though. All of the pillows on Hermione's bed zoomed across the room as well and met a similar fate.

All three feather-covered friends exchanged surprised looks.

Ron gave a nervous little laugh before asking, "Did you want a pillow, Harry?"