Title: Harry Potter and the Supernatural War
Author: Azure the Dragonlady
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own either Harry Potter or Supernatural
Summary: Harry Potter / Supernatural Crossover. After defeating Voldemort at 17, Harry Potter leaves the Wizarding World, trying to live a normal life. It soon becomes apparent that there are other things out there and people in need of saving. Harry becomes a Hunter, facing a whole new war, on a much larger and deadlier scale. Along the way Harry discovers that something else may have also been connected to Voldemort's rise to power and that he is more involved in it, than he ever imagined possible.
Author's Note: Takes place after Harry defeats Voldemort, and during various time intervals and events in Supernatural. There a Time Jumps during the course of this story, but you will be told of them, so no worries there.
Chapter Four: Nightmares and Solo Hunts
5 Years and 7 Months Later …
May, 2005;
Motel Room;
Beaumont;
Jefferson County, Texas
The sun was shinning brightly overhead, causing Harry to squint up at the small hill across from Josh's car. From where he stood at the trunk of the car, Harry could see only the outlines of Josh and . . . now he had a guy there with him that he was talking to, like they knew each other for years. After two years, Harry had met many of Josh's friends and contacts, but he'd never meet the guy Josh was talking to now. Well, Harry gathered, he didn't know all of Josh's contacts, after all – why would he? Or maybe he's saved the guy or something on another hunt before? Harry opened the trunk and deposited all the items he and Joshua used on this hunt in it.
A couple had brought a cursed artefact from a second-hand store that killed anybody young near the vicinity of it, in this case it was the couple's 12 year old daughter. There were no counter-curses or anything for this particular curse, so they had to carefully manoeuvre the cursed object into a specially-made curse box. It was all going well until Josh and Harry discovered that in addition to that killing children thing, the curse also had some sort of self-protection mechanism which activated before they actually got it in the box. After getting some mild grazes, they had managed to get it in the box and lock it safely. Now it was a simple matter of finding a safe place to put the box so nobody else can get it, at least until they figured out a way to disable and dispose of it. Josh said he knew of someone who could take it and put it safe.
Harry softly closed the trunk of the car with a soft clunkand turned around. When he looked back up at the hill, he saw that Joshua and the kid had by now finished what looked like an interesting conversation. Josh was now talking to the couple they had saved and out of the corner of his eye, Harry could see the guy Josh was talking to before making his way to him. Instantly, Harry was curious as to why. When the kid came up close, Harry could see that he looked only a few years younger then him. He was tall with brown shaggy hair. He wore a beige jacket with faded jeans.
Now the guy was here, Harry's curiosity got the better of him and he asked, "So, you know Joshua then?"
The guy looked up at him, startled for a moment, before his mouth forming a warm smile as he clicked on. "Oh, yeah. He's an old friend of my Dad's."
"Your dad," Harry replied, "Same job as Josh's, innit?"
"Uh-huh, er . . ."
"A hunter?" Harry prompted. Sam looked at him and gave a nod. Harry realised that he had not offered his name, and quickly rectified that, taking a step forwards and held out his hand.
"Sam. Sam Winchester." The kid, Harry now knew as Sam answered, grasping the hand Harry held out.
As soon as Sam reached out and grabbed his hand, Harry knew something was dreadfully wrong. As he and Sam shook hands, Harry had to stifle a sudden gasp that was threatening to escape his lips. The hand Harry knew should at least be warm was ice cold. Ice cold, like Sam had put it into the freezer right before they shook hands. It felt like a powerful and evil electric shock . . . it was painful and it shot up his arm and thundered up through Harry's spine. Oh god, it really felt like he was being half way electrocuted. Not a very pleasant feeling at all, not in the least.
Harry frowned, but quickly wiped it from his features and as quick as he could Harry let go of Sam's hand and let his own fall to his side. Harry did not know what the hell just happened, all Harry knew was that Sam seemed . . . wrong. While Harry was very suspicious, however, he was polite and did not let it show through. He had to gather more information. His instincts screamed at him to get as far away from this Sam as possible. He squished the feeling down and made up for his sudden movements with a charming smile, which Sam, startled and somewhat hesitantly returned. Sam did not comment on what Harry did, for which Harry was grateful.
After a few minutes of awkward silence, Harry started the conversation back up again. "So . . . Sam, you a, er, a hunter?" Harry asked. Most likely, Harry assumed, as his father was and was also friends with Josh. Harry's curiosity was taking a hold once more. He was determined to find out more about Sam, unable to shake off the feelings of unease he had around him – the handshake only heightening them.
"What?" Sam answered; he was stunned at the sudden line of questioning. "No, no. I'm going to college. On my way actually, but I just- I heard of a . . . hunt in this area and well –"
"-decided to check it out?" Harry finished, he knew what Sam was thinking of. Going to school instead of being a hunter . . . doing all this stuff – its tiring. Harry didn't blame him for wanting out. But some people, despite wanting it, just weren't meant for normal, as Harry himself could attest to. The question was: what life was Sam destined to normal or something else?
"Well yeah. But I guess you and Josh had it all covered."
"Guess so." Harry agreed. There was another brief period of silence, before Sam, this time, initiated the conversation.
"So, you and Joshua hunt together…?" Sam continued.
Harry nodded. "He's teaching me the ropes."
Sam had look of understanding etched on his face just then. "Just started out. Must . . . be kinda hard – I mean it is a tough job." Sam clarified.
Harry just shrugged. "Not a big change, not really, not compared to what I was doing before." Why did he just say that, it was a bit too much information he'd just handed out. Harry groaned. Simple, Harry, keep it simple. "I just started out a few years back actually. Although, I think I prefer to fly solo." That way there wasn't that much of a chance people could get hurt – he didn't have to, unless there was someone who needed saving, divert his attention. No, solo was better, he could concentrate on the matter – the hunt at hand, not worry about his partner getting injured or something. It was not to say that he didn't mind a two-man hunt; it was just that now that he could go solo, it just wasn't what he preferred. "Mostly, Josh called me on this one – said it seemed like a two-man job. He didn't mind the back up. And considering what it ended up being, he was right. The hunt was a little unusual." Even for me, Harry was just about to add, but refrained just as he opened his mouth to say it. What is with this kid and making me speak whatever comes to mind? Harry was frustrated – nothing like this has ever happened to him before. There was just something about this kid . . .
Silence reigned once again over the scene. Sam shifted awkwardly from foot to foot until he stopped and looked at the time on his watch. "Well, I better go if I want to make it to school. It was nice meeting you Harry." He said.
"Yeah," Harry replied, just as they both heard Joshua calling his name.
"Evans! Let's get a move on. We've got ourselves a potential Wendigo. Looks like a two-man job again."
"Okay!" Harry called back then turned to Sam. "Me too. Anyway, looks like I have to go to. Good luck with school."
Harry and Sam exchanged goodbyes and Sam walked off. Harry, with nothing else to do as he waited for Josh to catch up, found himself watching as Sam suddenly stopped walking. Harry, not knowing what Sam was up to, was about to ask if he was alright when time seemed to currently come to a stand still. This gave Harry the impression of going back in time with a time-turner, like he and Hermione had done during Third Year at Hogwarts.
Sam stiffly turned around. Harry could now see that Sam's seemingly soft and warm smile morphed into a maliciously cruel smirk, a smirk that sent a violent shiver cascading up Harry spine.
The world seemed to implode around him. Colours swirled and merged until they formed into and became a violent and bloody red colour. There were no clouds, no sun, just the almighty bloody red scene before him. The buildings erupted into fires out of nowhere, burning brightly. There red and orange flames joining the bloody red sky. There was no hope in anybody stoping them – they seemed like they could rage on forever.
Harry felt the chill of absolute evil that appeared to have been following him around lately. He could only watch in shocked horror as Sam's normally warm brown eyes turned a vivid yellow with no iris. It was . . . sinister. No, that wasn't even the right word – it was beyond sinister. Harry could practically see Sam's . . . aura, he could presume to call it, of smoky black lingering around him, which only intensified the feelings of evil that Harry sensed.
Then, just as suddenly as the whole world around Harry went to hell, it just stopped. It was like someone had just clicked there finger, as the muggle expression went, and stopped it. In a flash, everything went back to normal, as if nothing evil or beyond horrible had even occurred in the first place.
Harry shook his head as he tried to decipher what had just happened, what he just experience and saw. Had Harry looked hard enough, though, he would have saw another man with that same cold look and evil smirk and those same yellow eyes glittering expectantly in the distance.
Harry jerked awake, startled greatly by his dream. No, not dream, it was a nightmare – a full blown bloody nightmare. Harry shot up in his motel room bed, Harry panting for breath. It was a horrifying nightmare.
Some part of the dream did happen though. Some four years ago, Harry was working on a hunt with Josh where he did meet Sam afterwards. But the whole world turning to hell thing, Harry definitely knew that did not happen. Harry had a funny feeling about this dream. It was definitely on par or above it even, with some of the visions he had back when Voldemort was at the height of his power during the Second War. He had only also met Sam once – was that coincidence or what. Did he even believe in coincidence anymore? He didn't think so.
Harry was thoroughly confused about this. The dream did not make sense at all! Add that to the fact that it was a manipulation of an event that happened years ago – with a different type ending, of course.
However, while it was one weird nightmare, it definitely wasn't his first with this nature. Harry had been having the same dream before many times, especially in the past few months. He had been dreaming that very same dream for at least once a week for the past few months, sometimes up to three or so a week. Harry was exhausted after these dreams, even more so then he usually was after a nightmare. The dreams seemed to be sucking his energy right out of him or something.
Harry hoped that he could figure it out himself, but Harry knew deep down he couldn't. Harry knew that it wasn't just him anymore; it also had to do with that Sam Winchester character and a person, or creature, or whatever it was with yellow eyes. It was a bigger problem then him. So, Harry knew that he had to tell someone – tell Joshua about it and see what they can figure out. Harry knew, deep down, that that dream had a huge significance to something. They needed to figure it out. Harry sensed that time was steadily running out. They had to figure it out soon.
Shaking off the dream that had him on edge, Harry decided to take a shower to help. He needed to get his head into gear and back on the hunt ahead. In the shower he contemplated the things that had been happening to him ever since he became a hunter.
When Harry finished his shower, he let out a shaky sigh. The shower was, refreshing especially after the nightmare, and it also put things in perspective. He walked across the length of the hotel room and sat on the desk provided.
Ever since the first hunt, when Harry had, somewhat surprisingly, made the iron rod move wandlessly, he had been very determined to gain control over it. Control, so that instead of unconsciously doing so, it would be consciously. He would not let this new ability control him.
When he finally voiced his concern to Joshua, his friend told him that he would gladly help. And he did so, Joshua had helped Harry achieve control, perhaps even more so then he realised. In fact, Josh encouraged that Harry do so, although Harry did still maintain the persona of a 'psychic'. He wasn't ready to reveal that he was actually a wizard just yet at least. Regardless, Harry was extremely grateful for the help. He owed Josh a lot.
Harry could now move things with his mind by only thinking of it. It was strange, through, come to think of it. But, he could only do the simplest spells so far, not any of the advanced spells as of yet. One day though, Harry believed that it would advance further and he would be able to do more and more complex spells.
Now that he had a firm grasp of his newly discovered ability, he forgoed the use of his wand for the most part, although, it is very useful in hunts to get out of tricky situations.
As for hunts, lately, he and Josh had taken to splitting up and take hunts on there own. They were often going on solo hunts, then later regrouping and exchanging information and supplies.
Speaking of solo hunts, Harry thought he stumbled on one at the moment. While travelling through Beaumont, Harry stopped at one of the local diners around the town, where, while eating his meal, he overheard a women (Chloe, Harry mentally noted one of her friends saying) desperately trying to get her friends to believe her. And what she said to them greatly sparked Harry's interest.
Apparently her roommate has changed dramatically. She had done a complete 180. On top of that, she had gotten more and more aggressive and even vindictive. Her actions and lifestyle has also changed. She would now go out late at night, returning just before sunrise. Chloe swore she had what looked like blood on her once, but it didn't look like it was hers, she didn't seem to be injured at that time. It was happening more and more frequently as the weeks went by.
Chloe's voice drifted off, and Harry found that her voice had become softer as she was talking and he had leaned forward during her conversation in order to hear her. He glanced around and straightened up, trying to still be inconspicuous. This seemed like a job alright – but he would have to do more research. This might be exactly what drew him to this town in the first place. He had noticed an article in some newspaper about these mysterious and often brutal deaths in the area.
Anyway, Chloe and her roommate seemed to have become a lead to solve these deaths. It was a good place to start at least. What he needed though, was a library. But first, he subtly followed the girl back to her, noting the surrounding of her fairly modern house.
The following day, Harry did some research at the local library. What Harry found out was worrisome to say the least. There seemed to be no distinct pattern that he could go on. There had been a dozen deaths spread out over a two-month period. Eight male, four female all aged in their early to mid twenties. These victims all had different schools, jobs and social circles. They had nothing in common, nothing that really linked them together.
Harry continued to pour over several local history books. He had speculated at first that it may be a malevolent spirit, providing of course, that Chloe and her roommate had no connection to these gruesome deaths. Or maybe even a poltergeist, but now, Harry wasn't too sure. The attacks weren't centred on one house or even a single street or block, like they usually were with a ghost or poltergeist. No, the attacks were too widespread for them. it was something bigger then a ghost or poltergeist, Harry could feel it. Somehow he knew it was way bigger then that.
Sometimes you just need to look beyond the obvious. Harry remembered that lesson all to well. When he was eleven, he thought that Snape was the one helping Voldemort. Instead he was surprised when it turned out to be Quirrell instead. It wasn't Snape at all, at least for that instance. That wasn't the only time either. No, Harry could think of a number of other times over the course of the Second War with Voldemort that had he looked beyond the obvious, he would have discovered the concealed truth.
Harry marked all the locations on the map. He additionally, on a whim, marked in the location of Chloe and her roommate's house too. He studied the map carefully. It seemed Chloe and her roommate may just have something to do with these deaths after all. All the deaths, every single one of them, were within a few blocks from Chloe's house. They also seemed to be getting closer and closer to the house as well.
Interesting, Harry thought. It could be that something is influencing her roommate . . . or even Chloe too despite that display of concern earlier. Could have been an act. Harry decided that he got enough information he needed at the present time and began to pack up all his things. Or it could be something that is trying to pass itself of as human, trying to fit in, but has been going on killing sprees. Shapeshifter perhaps?
Harry gave a small nod to the old Librarian as he exited the library and made his way to where his car was parked. He had to set aside using his motorbike when he hunted solo. It would look a bit to suspicious that all his hunting gear would fit in the small space that could fit on the motorbike. He outright refused to sell it though, when Joshua suggested. It was his godfather's bike. He wasn't going to sell it or the Firebolt, it was the only mementoes of his short time with Sirius before he died. Not that he was about to tell Joshua that. He had seen the look on Josh's face when he snapped his negative answer. He could tell that Josh must have known then, from the way Harry had spoke, that the bike meant a lot to him, and so Josh never brought it up again, either.
As Harry drove back to his motel room, he turned his thoughts back to the hunt at hand. He had a few ideas about the killer, but he needed some more information, particularly valuable witness accounts from Chloe and some family or friends of the victims as well. It looks like he was to be a detective.
Harry tucked his wand in its holster attached to his left forearm under his sleeve. He made sure the pure iron and pure silver knife was securely strapped to each of his legs and made sure his gun was loaded with the safety on, and that he had some spare clips. His chat with the family and friends of the victims didn't go too well. Nothing of interest turned up, although, Harry gathered that some people in this neighboured had extremely weird lives. He shivered at the thought of the information he did receive from the victim's friends. Like I needed to know every detail of the guy's life. Who needed to know how many times a guy got laid in the weeks before his death and with what girls. A detective certainly didn't. Harry thought grimly at the level of detail the friend went into. So I truly don't know why he told me all of those things. Harry sighed. It was practically a waste of time, so he decide to see if he could salvage the day and try to get some good information on the hunt from Chloe.
Harry doubled checked that all his weapons were secure, easy to get to and safe. Be prepared for anything, Harry remarked to himself, instantly thinking of the war and all the hunts he had been on, especially where he had something unexpected happen. Which was quite a few actually. Anyway, for all he knew, Chloe may be the thing he was hunting, one never knew. Regardless, he made sure he had a fair amount of bases covered – just in case.
Harry quietly and quickly strode up to the front door of Chloe's house and knocked loudly on the door three times. While he waited for an answer, he gave himself the chance to sweep, with his sharp eyes, the surroundings. It was a typical small house, a manicured and lushed front lawn with a bricked path leading to the chocolatecoloured front door. There was one tree on the nature's strip.
Harry tuned back to the task at hand and heard some muffled shuffling through the closed door and a faint "Be right there" which accompanied it. A minute later the door opened revealing Chloe. A closer look at her revealed that she was a few inches taller then himself, with shoulder-length wavy auburn hair. She had dark blue jeans and a pink top on, with several bracelets on either hand.
At Chloe's inquisitive expression, Harry decided to start speaking. "Excuse me, ma'am?" Harry spoke in an authoritative tone. He gave a quick, professional flip of his fake badge to add to the authenticity before he continued. "I am Detective Thomas. I'm following up on the recent murders and going around the neighbourhood asking the residents if they've seen . . . or heard anything unusual, anything at all. Has there been anything suspicious happening? Anyone acting suspicious that you might know or might have heard about?" Harry asked. When he saw that Chloe was digesting this load of questions, he went on. "It does not matter how little or irrelevant you think it is – it could actually be something important, something that may in fact lead us to unravelling this case and revealing the killer."
Harry could see her thinking it over. He waited a few moments, when she decided to share her experience. Exactly what Harry was for waiting her to do, so he prompted her a bit more, "It could even be a neighbour or someone you know acting a bit out of the norm . . ."
Chloe hesitantly spoke up. "Well, my – er – my roommate has been acting strange – different, even, with everything that she does. She's never acted this way before, even mood swings and general bitchyness aside." At that Chloe gave a hint of a smile. A reaction, Harry knew, to try to cover up the fact that she was a bit scared of this sudden change. The smile disappeared as she went on. "Its escalated though, quite dramatically. It like she's become a completely different person." Just the tone of voice indicated to Harry just how truly scared she was of this new development in her roommate and friend.
"Hmmmm." Harry pondered this information. "So she lives with you right?"
Chloe nodded. "For two and a half years now."
"Is she here now?" Harry asked.
Chloe shook her head. "No, she left two hours ago. She should be back soon." Chloe half-shrugged.
"I think I might need a chat with her. May I come inside?" Harry requested.
Chloe seemed startled a bit. It was not everyday one had the police enter inside their home, after all. "Ahh, yes, er, please come in." Chloe stood aside and let Harry enter.
As Chloe led him through the entrance way and into the lounge room, she continued to tell him about the ways her roommate was acting differently. After she had finished Harry took the chance to gather his thoughts. It sounded like kind of possession, maybe? That or a shapeshifter, or else something he has never even heard of. Josh had told him that demonic possession, especially, did not happen all too often – but it nonetheless did happen. It sure did sound like it in this case. Chloe could even be possessed as well. Two demons working together were also very uncommon, Josh had also commented, unless they had some kind of higher, more destructive agenda on hand. This sort of team up only happened on very few occasions in the past. But killing in addition to going about the daily lives as a human? Harry has never heard about something like this happening. Harry may just be in over his head once again, but by the time Joshua or another Hunter got here, it may have already been too late someone else may die because of the wait for back up. But if Chloe is one, as well as the roommate who definitely was, he needed to come up with a plan. Harry thought back to his teaching, before deciding on the best course of action to undertake.
Harry asked if he could use the bathroom and have something to drink. When Chloe left, he (while also noting that the kitchen looked to be across from the lounge room) quickly set to work. Harry had some suspicions as to just what is going on, but he needed to cover most of the plausible bases, just in case.
Harry returned to the hallway near the front door, as Chloe walked up to him, a glass of water gripped firmly in hand. Harry registered the front door opening, but decided he needed to see if Chloe was possessed before he confront the issue of just who opened the door. He stared directly at Chloe and, although somewhat impulsively, uttered God's name in Latin. Josh had insisted that Harry say that when he faced a demonic possession, to see if they were possessed. If they were, they will flinch at the name, their eyes going black for the moment or two afterwards as well, in most cases. But, he also said to be careful with it, as the demon would then be onto the person who did say it.
"Christo," Harry muttered. Chloe blinked, but other then that nothing happened. Seconds passed and Harry decided that Chloe was indeed, not possessed at all. Chloe looked at him like he just grew two heads, which Harry couldn't blame her for. He was just relieved that Chloe wasn't possessed at all, and was about to make something up about why he said Christo, but a jerky movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Harry then saw Chloe look over to that general direction before she gave a surprised, somewhat startled scream. There is a loud crash as Chloe dropped the glass, pieces flying in all direction, the water seeping through the carpet.
Harry immediately turned his head towards the movement just in time to see, what he presumed to be Chloe's roommate, violently flinch, her eyes, which were a startling blue turning black for a few seconds.
Harry stepped between Chloe and the possessed roommate. Chloe stumbled back a bit, shocked and overwhelmed as she looked back and forth from Harry and her roommate.
"What?" She breathed.
The roommate gave a short laugh and held up its hands in a mock 'surrender' gesture. "Alright, alright," it gave a short, condescending sigh. "You caught me," it said with a smirk.
Chloe seemed to have gotten over the initial shock and fear phase and when straight on to cover it. As a defence mechanism or something, Harry gathered.
"Who-who are you? What have you done with Kate?" She demanded, but with a hint of fear.
"What makes you think I did anything to her? It's not like you could stop me. As for who I am? Well, I am your worst nightmare. Consider you fears and increase them 100-fold and more." It returned, amused and oddly to calm (Harry thought).
"Okay," Harry said watching the exchange. He decided it was time to stop this conversation and get Chloe out of the line of fire, which Harry supposed he should have done as soon as the fact it was revealed that her roommate was possessed. Harry also thought that it may . . . or may not help her come to terms with the fact that her roommate has not been her roommate for quite some time. Harry wasn't sure that in this case it worked . . . Chloe had become quiet, which Harry was not sure if it was a good or bad thing, hopefully the former at least.
Harry gently grabbed Chloe's forearm and led her into the lounge room. He quietly told her that he would take care of this and that he may be able to save Kate. Subsequently and non-surprisingly the demon followed, but Harry kept a respectful distance from it.
The demon stepped forward, onto the deep magenta rug, menacingly. "You think you can outrun me? Never knew you hunters to be so cowardly." It laughed.
Harry smirked in return and said, "I wouldn't be so sure, but if you want to . . . come and get me."
The demon snarled and went to step forward but it suddenly halted. It went to step forward a second time, but is stopped by the same force again.
"Surprised?" Harry asked with a grin. "Have a closer look at what you are standing over." Harry glanced at the ceiling as he said this, the demon following his line of eye to reveal the devil's trap.
"Get out of the room," Harry whispered to Chloe who stood at a shoulder length behind him, as he faced the demon. Chloe nodded once, but seemed reluctant to leave Harry's protective sight. She did do so, after another fleeting look at her roommate and rushed out. Harry watched leave the room and then turned back to the possessed girl, who looked bored with the proceedings.
Harry grabbed a flask that contained the holy water from his backpack that sat leaning against the doorway in the living room, along with a notebook containing information of various likely hunts and subsequently several exorcisms. He spent a moment flipping through the pages containing exorcisms, trying to find the right one. When he did he walked, with it in hand, somewhat casually up to the demon. He then started to recite the relevant exorcism.
After a moment, the demon tensed and gasped in response to the exorcism. Its head jerked to the side every now and then and in a desperate attempt to stop it, it managed to gasp out. "Ah. You really don't know, do you?"
Intrigued at the demons words, Harry stopped mid-exorcism.
The demon continued, "You don't get it, do you? This hunt of yours is on you. It has always been about you. I killed 'em for kicks, sure, but it was an action that will ultimately draw you in." it empathised the last words with a vindictive smirk.
"What do you mean?" Harry's confident demeanour slowly deteriorated, and a confused look crept through until it become dominant on his features. He knew he had to be careful with what the demon was telling him. Josh had impressed upon him, when he was explaining all he knew about demons, that they lie, it's their nature. However, Harry knew that it couldn't always be true and when he had asked, Josh also admitted they do sometimes tell the truth, but only when it suited them or mostly to avoid being sent to Hell (a mixture of lies and truths, Harry figured). Now Harry had a few things to consider: is the demon lying? And if not, why tell the truth, and why now?
"This has all been about you," It repeated snidely. "You can say that I know people who want to keep a close eye on you, Harry Potter."
"It's Evans." Harry responded immediately. After years of using that name, it was automatic. More importantly though, how had the demon known his real name? "Who's Potter, huh? An why do you want him?" Harry attempted to salvage the situation. It was a long shot, he knew, but it figured it couldn't hurt.
It laughed. "Oh, I know Potter is you. You can't fool me, and you certainly can't fool the other demons. It may be Evans now, but Potter is your real name. And that's all that counts, Evans. And, like we've established before, I know people who want to keep a very close eye on you, regardless of whatever name you've adopted."
Harry gave the demon a look. It would be beneficial to find out what exactly is going on, rather than continue to deny what was obvious the demon knew and certainly was not going to continue Harry's façade. He examined the situation and the new information given to him very carefully and a flicker of thought surfaced. Someone was keeping an eye on him? Harry was briefly reminded of his first ever hunt. That shadowy creature in the distance . . . could it have been real? Could it have been one of those demons sent to keep a watchful eye on him? Before he could continue this line of thinking, the demon interrupted with a nasty chuckle.
"I see I've got you thinking. Are you worried Harry? I just can't believe that you seriously don't know anything, do you? I can t believe this, you who defeated a Dark Lord . . . you, with all your wizardry resources you had then and the many more at your disposal since you've become a bloody hunter and you still don't know. Oh, Harry Potter, don't you know that you are more involved then you realised? That you'll be more involved in scheduled up and coming events that will be happening (and believe me, they will), then say a demon like myself . . . or you're little hunter friends. There's a movement that has just been commenced, you see, and your on the agenda, Potter. I know a few weaker unworthy demons that have already blabbed."
"Just like your doing right now?" Harry interjected.
"Well, no, not really. It's different, you see, because you're going to have to find out eventually. That's inevitable . . ." The demon trailed off
Harry froze at the information overload that he'd just been bombarded with. He blinked disbelievingly. Was this real? Was it true? His gut instincts said that there may just be a chance that the demon was telling the truth this time. So like all the other times his instincts saved his guts, he'll go with them once more. Harry was determined to find out more.
"Find out what? Tell me more," Harry ordered. The demon expressed some amusement and just this once Harry had flicker of doubt settle deep within his stomach. Let's just hope that information like this does not cost anything in return.
Thomas – Named after Dean Thomas
Another chapter posted. I'm sorry it took so long. I had hoped to get have this chapter written and posted way before now, but, well, it didn't quite work out that way. I had the first half of the chapter written fairly quickly, but I had trouble writing the last half. The hunt didn't quite work out how I wanted it. After attempting a few different ways to go about it and finding that they just wouldn't work with what I wanted done at the end of the chapter and leading into the next chapter I opted to do the demon exorcism instead. Let me know how it turned out and if it all makes sense.
I've had a few questions as to when Sam and Dean are actually going to be in this story. You might have been able to tell from the start of this chapter, that they are, no need to worry about that. I just needed to set the scene, so to speak. They will be an important part of the story. They will be coming into the story in the next chapter, if it all works out, and teaming up with Harry.
Thanks to Aurilia and FaeFolk for pointing out my mistake with the rock salt shot gun. I haven't gone back and fixed it yet, but I will. See the notes below for the reason why.
IMPORTANT NOTE:
Anyway, as suggested, I'm currently looking for a beta for this story. I'm looking for one who may know a lot about America (I'm not very knowledgeable about the US, only from what I've researched for this story and what I pick up from movies, if you couldn't already tell). It would also be fantastic if they could help me to fix up mistakes in my previous chapters too. If anyone is interested, please PM me. You just have to bear with me for awhile, though, I am new to this beta process. However, please be aware that I may not be able to get back to you for awhile. My midyear exams are fast approaching (less than a month away), so I probably won't be able to start writing the next chapter until after that. So, I'm sorry, but I don't know when the next chapter will be posted. Hopefully you will decide to continue reading this story when I do though :)
Thankyou to everyone who reviewed and to those who put the story on favourites, C2 or alerts – you make it all worthwhile!
This is my first crossover, so I would really appreciate reviews. I will try my hardest to make it readable and most of all, enjoyable. Let me know if I get the characters personalities wrong, or if they act too out of character. Constructive Criticism also appreciated, please.
-Azure the Dragonlady-
