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: Here you go, next chapter. Less than a week so good, yeah? Thanks for all the reviews and alerts!

Meet Me On Diagon Alley

Chapter Three

"You know what he is." Harry forced his body not to react to such a vehement statement they didn't know he was awake yet, at least it didn't seem that way.

"I know what he did. He helped us." He could feel Sam and Dean near him.

"Only because he needed us to get him out."

"So what?"

"Why are we even talking about this? He is a witch-"

"He said wizard." Dean snorted.

"He is a witch and we are hunters. Do you want to see him turn into some six hundred year old hag?" Harry almost laughed aloud but managed to catch himself just in time. They had such a strange view on witches. Hermione, he was sure, would love to set them straight.

"We don't kill people who help us and we don't kill people who haven't done anything." Sam's voice was cold and angry. Harry felt himself stiffen at the word kill. He tried to feel for his magic again, maybe his luck would allow him to leave but he couldn't feel anything. He felt blocked and out of touch but he didn't know how that would be possible. Nothing in his Auror training had prepared him for a spell or charm that trapped his magic and made him feel as if he were stuck underwater.

"We kill witches." He couldn't take it any longer.

"Good thing I'm not a witch then, yeah?" He didn't take his eyes off the gun pointed directly to his chest. He grinned at Sam and Dean. "You mind pointing the gun somewhere else?" Sam jerked his head at Dean but he just stared at Harry eyes hard and angry gun pointed steadily.

"Na, I'm good." Harry didn't have anything else to say, he felt so tired the only movement he was considering was rolling over and going to sleep for a week.

"Right, no worries man, I just want to know where we are." He looked around what he supposed was a hotel room.

"I think we'd like some answers first." Dean said at the same time Sam said. "We're in South Dakota." They exchanged annoyed looks with each other.

"Well what do you want to know?" He tried to act casual but his mind was racing. What could he tell them? He'd used magic around Muggles who obviously had some sort of understanding about his world even if it seemed to be different.

"What were you doing there?" Harry stared at Dean than turned to Sam.

"How did you get caught?" Harry countered while Sam's faced turned red.

"He has a point I should have been able to take them." Dean said nothing but watched Harry carefully.

"Why are you so weak? Is this some sort of a game?" He tried to think of an answer that would make any sort of sense.

"I used the last of my energy too quickly and I did it twice. Its not a game though, honestly if I could leave I would have." Even as he said it he searched for his magic again but he still felt too out of touch.

"He's just a damn witch why are we talking with him?" Body language was something Harry had learned to read but with Dean he didn't need to the man kept his emotions in his voice. Harry could hear the anger and he wondered why Dean was so strongly opposed to him.

"How many times have I got to tell you? Do I look like a female?" Dean shifted to the side of the room a strange expression on his face that Harry could surprisingly not read. Sam looked between the both of them before speaking.

"Dean, I think maybe you should go get us something to eat."

"I'm not hungry." Sam looked shocked.

"Not even for that pie shop down the street?"

"Pie." Dean's voice was rough. "You are tempting me with pie so you can be alone with this witch?"

"Wizard." They ignored him.

"Yeah. Its not like I'm asking you to do something you don't want." They stared at each other so long that Harry wondered if they could read each other's minds. Finally Dean broke eye contact, mumbled something unintelligible to Harry and slammed the door.

"Don't worry about my brother he's… well he's dangerous and angry but he… he's a good guy." Harry nodded not really caring all that much right now just how good of a guy he was. "You understand why we're curious right? I've never seen or heard of a witch doing that thing you did."

"I'm a wizard and I'm not surprised you've never seen anything like that. But you have seen other stuff right? What exactly is a Hunter?" Sam looked uncomfortable.

"We save people." Sam pushed a hand through his hair before he began to pace the room.

"From what, exactly?" Even though he knew where this was going, flashes of being burned at the stake flying through his head.

"Ghosts, demons, zombies." He paused. "Witches." Harry snorted. "Anything supernatural I guess."

"Right well, I think we have different ideas of what a witch is. Why don't you tell me about what you think a witch here would do?" Harry watched as Sam started to pace, he pulled his arms up and behind his head. If he was just going to lay here he might as well be comfortable. Sam stared at him intensely.

"Witches are humans, mostly woman, who worship demons for power. They use hex bags, cast spells and generally are…" he trailed off but Harry nodded his head. "Nasty."

"Well I'm not going to argue that some witches and wizards are nasty where I'm from but hex bags? I don't even know what that is." He didn't want to say that he wouldn't need a bag to cast a hex. "Listen I'm not going to hurt anyone, I'm a hunter of sorts too I just want to do my job and get home." Sam perked up.

"What sort of job?" Harry hadn't meant to mention anything like that but he figured he couldn't back out now without causing Sam even more suspicion towards him. Harry thought Sam might be a good guy and if he was honest with himself he really didn't have another option.

"I'm investigating the disappearance of a few students. I was working with a team when I was captured. I don't know what happened to them." Ron and Draco could be somewhere just as lost as he was or it could have been some of the infamous Potter luck that landed him here. Either way he really needed to get a hold of Hogwarts or Hermione.

"Do you know what took them? Any idea?" Harry shook his head.

"I had an idea forming but since this happened I'm not sure. I really need to get back." He tried to sit but it still caused his head to swim and his vision to blacken around the edges.

"Oh, I ah. I don't think you'll be able to go anywhere on your own right now." He hesitated and Harry could tell that he wanted to say something.

"You can say whatever you want, I'm at your mercy." Sam's lips quirked.

"Right, well there is another hunter near hear. A man named Bobby and we might be able to convince him to help you out. At the least you could stay in a house instead of a sleazy motel room. Though I can't vouch for how clean it will be, I haven't seen Bobby in a while." Harry nodded his head absentmindedly he was trying to think of a way to contact the wizarding world with out his magic. He had lost contact with all the Muggles he had ever known and muggle-borns, even Hermione, tended to assimilate into wizarding society almost completely. Hermione's parents would have a phone but he didn't know the number. He couldn't think of a number he could call.

"Is there any way I can help you?" Sam asked and Harry was surprised by the offer.

"Don't you think your brother might not appreciate that?" He couldn't help the sneer in his voice. Something about Dean rubbed him the wrong way.

"Ah, well don't worry about Dean. He'll come around and if not we could always hit him up side the head. You helped us. It doesn't matter how, if it weren't for you things might not have gone so smoothly."

"What did happen?"

"The key was attached to some redneck with an addiction to hunting humans. Apparently they were snatching people, locking them up then releasing them later for the ultimate hunt. Dean knocked him out easily. He unlocked the cages, the cop stayed to watch you while we took out his kids. We came back the cop let us go and we brought you here." Harry thought that it might just be the watered down version but he didn't think it mattered too much.

"Thank you than." The door burst open and Dean strode through a brown paper bag clutched in his hands. His mouth was stuffed with what Harry guessed to be the remains of a burger.

"Did you bring the pie?" Sam asked while Dean glared.

"Have you decided to kill the witch?" Harry felt the urge to reach for his magic and lash out at him and felt a swell of anger when he couldn't. The brothers stared at each other.

"Listen I don't want you to be afraid," Dean's jaw clenched at the word and Harry quickly amended. "Whatever it is you are so I can tell you that I can't use my magic right now. Something here is blocking it. It may have been that black eyed bitch or her brother. I don't know but regardless I don't even have the energy to stand much less fight either of you." Dean and Sam stood on either side of the bed he was laying on.

"What black eyed bitch?"

"I, well, the one who ah." He really didn't know what to say could it hurt if they knew about the thing that had tried to take over his body? "Well I was taken from outside of a school, I don't know how, and I woke up in a room with a blond girl that had black eyes. I don't know much else, she did rough me up a bit."

"Demon?" Sam asked Dean. Dean watched Harry then nodded slowly.

"If he's telling the truth."

"Did you smell anything rotten like sulfur?" Harry shook his head.

"I wasn't there for very long."

"We have to take him to Bobby."

"Right. Let's go." They started to gather their stuff, Harry lying on the bad starting to feel a little better.

"How long was I out?" Sam turned to him briefly while stuffing a white t-shirt into a black duffel.

"Three days."

Bobby's House

"Here you go." Bobby handed around a flask around the group. Harry leaned heavily against Sam's side but he could feel his strength coming back quickly. Dean took a small drink, made a gasping noise and smiled. Sam took the next and gave it to Harry. Harry had been expecting something, but water wasn't it. At his confused look Bobby gave the brothers a deep frown.

"Who is this?" Sam readjusted his stance and Harry tried to lean on him less.

"Can we talk about this inside? Its been a long few days." Bobby nodded and opened his door. Sam was right, the place was not the cleanest place he'd ever been but he had shared an apartment with Ron for the past few years he was used to it. He sat heavily against a wooden chair and nodded his thanks to Sam. Dean paced the little kitchen.

"I could really use a beer." Bobby fixed Dean with a glare but nodded his head towards the fridge. "Bobby, thanks." He lifted his beer in salute took a deep pull.

"Want to explain now?" Harry stuck out his hand giving his most harmless smile.

"I'm Harry Potter." He was used to his name causing a certain effect on people but he had not been expecting this Muggle to know anything about him. Bobby stepped back shock written clearly across his features, the brothers watched as he literally fell into a chair next to Harry.

"Bobby?" Sam asked. Harry watched not quite sure what to make of his reaction, but at least if Bobby had heard of him this would go smoother. As long as Bobby had heard the truth and not the made up shit the tabloids liked to print.

"You're a natural born wizard?" Bobby's hand had started to rise in a gesture Harry knew all to well. He lifted his black fringe of hair to reveal his famous scar, Bobby stared. Sam and Dean moved behind Bobby both trying to see what was so exciting.

"A lightening bolt?" Sam asked and Harry could see the wheels turning.

"Ah, yeah. A lightening bolt." Bobby recovered long enough to stand again but all could see that he was shaken.

"Bobby?" Dean turned a threatening glare on Harry. "What is that?"

"Its something I got-"

"As a baby." Bobby finished. "He got it as a baby the night a wizard killed his entire family." Harry's eyes widened in astonishment, though he supposed that if this Muggle knew who he was he had most like heard about that too.

"How'd you know about that?" Bobby shook his head.

"That doesn't matter right now, how'd you get here? How did the war go?" Emotion clouded his voice making it much rougher.

"I don't know how I got here." Both hands on his knees he hung his head chin tucked against his chest. When he looked up his eyes were so intense that Dean actually took a step back. "Which war?" Bobby sighed deeply and took a big gulp of his beer.

"The war didn't end when you got your scar?" Harry shook his head gripping his knees tightly.

"The war paused, I guess, that night. The Death Eaters they stopped mostly with no leader they turned on each other or fell into the background. When I was eleven he started to gather his strength and when I was fourteen he came back. We fought him for three years after that and finally when I was seventeen we won. Since then I've been chasing after small bands of his followers." Bobby and Harry stared at each other only the phone breaking their concentration. Bobby reached out blindly not letting his attention leave Harry.

"Hello." The brothers shifted across the room Dean staring at Harry. He tried not to look too long at the other man. "Right. Twenty minutes." He looked at Sam and Dean. "I'll send the Winchester boys." He hung up the phone slamming it against the wall. "Sam, Dean I need you to run a job. Twenty minutes north of here standard salt and burn seems to have gone a bit haywire."

"Sure thing Bobby are you sure we should leave you alone?" Dean gestured toward Harry.

"I'll be fine you idjit, just go." When they heard Dean's Impala speed out of the driveway Harry turned to face Bobby.

"How did you know? America hasn't really been involved with the war." Bobby rubbed a hand against his beard.

"You don't know where you are do you?" Harry could feel a sinking deep in his stomach whatever Bobby said it couldn't be good.

"America. South Dakota." Bobby nodded his eyes sad.

"Partially, about thirty years ago a door was opened between this world and yours." He let that sink in, Harry had many opportunities to hear shocking news he knew to stay quiet until the end. "It took us seven years to close it. Your kind, natural born magic users have a hard time casting spells. I haven't heard or seen any magic wielder like you in ten years now. The ones that got stuck on this side they turned Hunter or retired early."

"Hunters." Harry let the word roll across his tongue. "Why did Sam and Dean react so violently when they knew I could do magic?" Bobby pulled his baseball cap off and held it between his hands.

"That would be because of their dad, John Winchester. He's one mean son of a bitch and he's prejudice as hell against anything not completely to his standard of normal. He's a good man and the best damn Hunter outside of those two boys out there but everyone has a blind spot." Harry stood shakily resting his palms against the kitchen table.

"That'll stop too don't you worry." Harry raised his eye brows. "The weakness, your magic might not come back but your strength will."

"Would you, do you mind if I crashed somewhere?" Bobby gave him a long leveling look.

"You're taking this pretty well." Harry could hear the suspicion.

"I'm the Boy-Who-Lived, I've had worse bombshells dropped on me."

"Right, just up the stairs second door on the left. I'll rustle up some food in a couple hours. The boys should be back late tonight." Slowly he made his down the hall, he needed to sleep for a few more hours then when he was rested he could try to contact Ron and Draco.

TBC