Hey guys... I'm really sorry I took so long to update! Homework and my job take up all my free time now! But hey! I finally managed to get up the next chapter! Well... On with the story!

Michael cursed vehemently as the two Winchester boys ran up the stairs, their father on their heels. He'd forgotten to include the Winchesters in his plans. John would kill both of them without hesitation. Two unknown kids – one of which could do magic? He'd kill them on pretense of protecting his boys... Unless they were bound to his boys. He nodded to himself. Yes. That would work. He'd bind their souls. He'd make it flashy so that Black would do a scan and he would explain the repercussions of killing Michael's humans.

After passing all the usual tests, the Winchester boys went upstairs to let the dad talk to Bobby and the dirty guy. John followed followed quickly after when he heard the carefree laughter of a small child. The voice was female, so it wasn't his Sammy. He froze in the doorway of the guest room. His boys were sitting on the edge of the bed, watching in amazement as the pale, skinny boy under the covers made baseballs, bats, books and toys fly around the room. The little girl beside him was giggling, a happy smile on her face as she watched the objects fly. John's hand automatically went to his gun. The girl heard it cock and looked up, fear written across her pretty face. She reached towards him with both hands, screaming,

"NO!"

As she spoke, a light emanated from her chest and slowly spread to encompass all three boys. John watched in horror as all four children disappeared. The light began to fade just as Bobby and the other man – Black, he think Bobby called him – ran into the room. Both glared at John.

"What happened?" Black snapped. John waved his gun in the witches' direction.

"Ask that witch child! She gave off some sort of light and covered my boys with it!"

Black looked confused and a polished stick appeared in his hand.

"What are you on about? Chris is a Squib. She can't have done any magic, but I can check to see what happened."

John glared at Bobby.

"Why didn't you tell me you had wizards in the house? If I'd known that I wouldn't have bothered with the gun." he grouched. Bobby's eyes narrowed.

"You didn't ask. How do you know 'bout 'em?"

John shrugged.

"Mary was friends with a witch across the pond. They were pin pals. Her name was Lily something. She'd had a kid a year after we had Dean and another the same day we had Sam."

Black paused in his scanning to gape at him.

"You're the John and Mary Lily was always blathering on about?" he demanded. John shrugged again.

"I suppose. I never knew she talked about us."

Black rolled his eyes.

"Talked? Try gushed for hours and insisted you were secondary godparents to Harry and Chris." he snorted. "I'm not really surprised she told your wife about us. Well, John Winchester, met your godchildren." he smirked, going back to his previous task. Once he was done, he was deathly pale. John gripped his arm.

"What? What happened Black?"

Sirius shook his head.

"This is impossible. I don't know how, but all four of them are soul-bonded – and Chris is the anchor for the bond. Thankfully, it's a sibling bond and not a mating bond."

"Why? What's the difference?" Bobby demanded. Black ran a hand through his hair.

"A sibling bond is pretty self-explanatory. The magic of the anchor – in this case Chris, which is why this should be bloody impossible – binds the souls of all the children involved, whether it be three, four, or in one really weird case, a classroom full of children – as soul siblings. I don't know how the bloody hell Chris is the anchor seeing as she doesn't even have enough magic to change my hair blue, but she is. My only guess is that a higher power intervened. I don't know what and I don't want to know as long as my cubs are safe. Anyway, a mating bond – once again pretty much self-explanatory – is where the magic of the anchor – once again, Chris – binds the souls in a soul-mate bond. Meaning that eventually all four would have had to sleep together to complete the bond or risk all four of them dying. A sibling bond is also less dangerous because if one of the children involved dies, the others only feel a sense of supreme grief and depression, which can be dealt with. In a mating bond, if one dies, they all die. Death can't be dealt with." he added in a deadpan, "So I think you can see how we got off easy with the bond type."

The other two nodded, all three men turned to look at the bed, where all four were lying unconsciousness, the strength of the bond having exhausted them. Black sighed.

"Let's let them get some sleep. We'll have to explain this when they wake up."

John and Bobby followed the wizard out of the room without a word.

The first time Harry and Chris met "Mitch" was few nights after they had woken up at Bobby's. Everyone was asleep and Chris was in the middle of a nightmare. She was dreaming – for the umpteenth time – of her last beating at the Dursleys. Usually, she would have woken everyone by now. Tonight, however, she felt a warm hand touch her little arm and her hazel eyes blinked open sleepily. Her brow furrowed at the sight of a dark-haired man sitting on her side of the bed, a hand running soothingly through her auburn hair. She stared at him wonderingly for minute. Then she recognized the power rolling off of him in waves and beamed at him.

"You saved us. You're the one who brought us here." she whispered reverently. The man looked startled for a moment before giving her a warm smile, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

"Yes, little one, I am. And you are very special. You're not supposed to be able to see me."

Her bottom lip poked out in a pout.

"Because I'm a Squib?"

He shook his head, still smiling.

"No, because I am an Angel and humans aren't supposed to see us unless we're using a vessel." he explained softly. They were both startled when a quiet, almost dangerous voice commanded,

"Prove it."

They both looked up to see Harry glaring at the Angel. He reached out and pulled Chris protectively into his arms, however, the young girl grabbed hold of the hand previously in her hair. Harry scowled, but kept his grip on his baby sister. She snuggled into him, feeling how tense he was. He relaxed slightly, but still demanded,

"Prove that you're an Angel."

The man chuckled.

"Very well, little one, be still and I'll heal you from the rest of your injuries."

Harry narrowed, but complied with the request. He let out a gasp of shock when he felt the lingering pain of Vernon's beating leave him. He also felt his head explode in pain. The Angel's hand pressed against his forehead and it stopped. When he pulled it away, Harry opened his eyes – when had he closed them? – and saw him holding a black ball of... something, starring at it in disgust.

"What is that?" the seven year old asked in horror. The Angel glanced at him.

"This," he spat out, "is a Dark parasite that had latched onto your scar. It won't harm you."

Harry stared at it in fear, then he felt Chris' hand on his cheek and looked down. She smiled at him, then at the Angel.

"Thank you, Mitch." she giggled at his shocked expression, "I can read, you know." she told him indignantly. He smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry, little one." he looked out the window, "Now go back to sleep, both of you. You won't have nightmares any more tonight."

They opened their mouths to protest, but Mitch placed a kiss to each their heads and their eyelids suddenly felt like lead. When they woke the next morning, he was gone.

After the initial shock of learning that their souls were bound by magic – something that only Harry and Dean had really understood – the four newly bound siblings were thrilled. Of course they were, they now had a brother or sister nearer to their own age, someone who understood what it was like being the big brother or the youngest. When Sammy and Chris discovered they had the same birthday, they immediately declared themselves twins. The four became inseparable... until John decided it was time for him and his boys to get back on the road. He literally had to drag them out of the house kicking and screaming, Bobby and Sirius restraining Harry and Chris inside. Before the Winchesters left, however, Sirius made John accept the two-way mirrors so the kids could stay in contact while the Winchesters were gone. John was reluctant, but after receiving promises from the boys to not use them in front of other people, he allowed it. Unfortunately for John, he forgot to make them promise not to get on the things past their bed times.

While Dean and Sammy grew up mostly on the road, Harry and Chris remained at Bobby's – at least until Harry turned eleven. None of them were surprised when Harry got multiple letters from schools around the U.S. They were, however, surprised by the letter from Hogwarts. Incredulous but willing to keep up a family tradition, Harry agreed to go to Hogwarts. Chris, needless to say, wasn't happy. The moment she heard Harry'd agreed to go to Scotland, she'd run up the stairs and to her room, slamming the door and locking it. She threw herself on the bed and fought not to sob. She was seven now. She was a big girl and big girls didn't cry. She was so absorbed in not crying she didn't hear the flutter of wings announcing Mitch's arrival. But she did feel his warm hand rubbing her back in comfort. She started in surprise for a moment, her hand flying for the knife she kept under her pillow, only to stop when she saw who it was. She threw herself into his arms, giving up the battle with her tears. She buried her face in the Angel's neck and sobbed silently. Her year with the Dursleys teaching her that making a sound could be very dangerous. Mitch held her, running a soothing hand through her unruly hair. He didn't try to quiet her, he didn't tell her it would be okay, he just held her until her tears were spent and she cuddled into his chest.

"What's wrong, little one? What made you cry?"

She sniffled.

"Harry's leaving for Scotland and Dean and Sammy are always gone – I'll be all alone now."

He placed a kiss on her forehead.

"No, little one, you are never alone. I am always with you, even when you cannot see me. Though I am sure if you ask the adults caring for you, they will allow you to go with Dean and Sam when they come back."

She sniffed again.

"You think?" she asked tearfully, her hazel eyes filled with hope. He smiled.

"I am positive. Why don't you let Harry in, little one? I think he would like to talk to you."

She bit her lip, then wriggled out of the Angel's lap and off the bed. Sure enough, when she opened the door, Harry was hovering worriedly on the other side.

"Chris?" he asked hesitantly. She swiped a stray tear from her eye. He groaned and pulled her into his arms. "I'm sorry, Chris, I didn't mean to make you cry. I can stay here if you want. I don't have to go to Hogwarts."

She shook her head and hid her face in the crook of his neck.

"You want to go. I just don't want to be alone. Do you think Bobby and Padfoot will let me go with Sam and Dean while you're gone?" she asked quietly. Harry looked over to Mitch, but the Angel was gone. The wizard chuckled.

"Of course they will. Who could say no to you?"

She huffed.

"Apparently everyone, because they tell me no everyday."

He laughed.

"That's only when you ask for something silly. Yesterday you wanted a werewolf as a pet."

She pouted at him.

"It's just a giant... man-eating puppy!"

He rolled his eyes.

"It's the man-eating part they worries them." he told her. She huffed again, but left it alone. She looked up at him pleadingly,

"Will go with me to ask them?"

He chuckled again.

"Okay. Let's go find them."

She cheered and ran down the stairs, a laughing Harry behind her.

Years passed and Chris Hunted with the Winchesters while Harry was at Hogwarts. It had been four years since Harry had gotten his first letter and it was a month before he came home for the summer. This year he'd sworn to bring his friends so that his siblings could meet them. It was the middle of may and the trio had been forced to attend yet another school while John was out Hunting a ghost. They'd been at the school for a month and Chris was beginning to get pissed off. Since they'd gotten there, Sam had been picked on by one of the bigger kids at school and refused to fight back. So, one day, after the bell had rang and the boy and his friends were descending on her "twin" she followed. Deciding she'd seen her brother shoved on his ass one too many times, she broke through the group of twats and helped him to his feet. Then she turned on the students around them and snarled.

"Get lives of your own, you little half-wits!" she snarled, "And find your entertainment else where!" she turned on her brother and glared at him, shoving him towards the boys.

"You deal with them or I will." she warned. The boys laughed, and the big one made to hit Sam again, but a large hand grabbed the fist before it could land, and a deep voice said,

"Or I could deal with it."

Chris sighed in resignation. Dean had arrived. Sweet, overprotective, stupid Dean. At the prospect of facing the teen, the boys tucked tail and ran. Chris punched both her brothers in the arm as hard as she could. They both yelped and glared at her. She glared back. She laid into Dean first.

"You should have let him handle it! If you keep interfering, they'll keep picking on him!" she rounded on Sam next, "And you! Why don't you ever fight back? You know how to fight Sam! So defend yourself! Kick their asses or I'll kick yours! I'm tired of seeing you being pushed around by some snot-nosed brats! Now let's go back to the motel. We've got homework."

The boys followed behind her as she shouldered her backpack and led the way back to where they were staying.

When everyone had boarded the train, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ron's family all grabbed the portkey taking him home. With a hook behind the navel, they were gone.

When they landed again and the world stopped turning, they were standing in the middle of Singer's Salvage Yard. Harry grinned widely upon seeing the piles of cars. Turning back to his friends, he saw that Hermione, Ron, and the rest of the Weasleys were staring at something in shock. Following their gaze, he burst out laughing. Standing on the front porch, glaring adorably, was his little sister, aiming a rifle at the group of wizards. The glare deepened.

"And what, exactly, are you laughing at?" she demanded indignantly. Harry made an attempt to answer before she shot him on principle.

"You! You look ridiculous with that thing!"

She scowled at him.

"Well, Mr. Wizard, unlike you, I don't have a wand and everyone keeps telling me that I'm still to small to handle a pistol. So I'm stuck looking like a goober with the rifle for while. Now get in here. You know the drill." she snapped, turning on her heel and stomping into the house. Still laughing, he gestured for the others to follow. Chris led them to the kitchen, walking them through several devil's traps in the process, much to Harry's continued amusement. Once there, she poured out nine glasses of holy water and glared. Snickering, Harry took one and downed it.

"Go ahead, it's just water."

The others followed his lead. Then Chris handed him a silver knife. He took it and carefully slid the blade across his palm. He heard Hermione and the Weasley women gasp and Molly cried his name worriedly. He shrugged, holding the hilt out to Charlie, who took it hesitantly. Harry nodded an affirmative and the second oldest Weasley male copied the raven's actions. Eventually, everyone but Molly, Ginny, and Hermione had cut themselves with the blade. The three witches glared at the knife being offered to them.

"Why, exactly, should we voluntarily mutilate ourselves?" Hermione sniffed. Chris stared at her in disgust, snatching the knife out of Arthur's hand and cutting her own palm.

"There, cowards! Now get on with it or get out!" she spat. Spines stiffening at the insult, the three women took the knife from the elven-year-old and followed her example. Rolling her eyes when Hermione finished it up, Chris took the blade again and dropped it in the sink. Harry immediately snatched her hand up and took a bandage and a bottle of alcohol from a drawer. He poured the alcohol over the cut to clean it before wrapping it up carefully and pulling the tiny redhead into his arms. Chris returned the embrace, fisting her hands in his robes and burying her face in his chest. He kissed the top of her head, chuckling when the unruly hair they'd both inherited from their father went up his nose. A throat cleared behind them and Harry suddenly remembered they had guests. He smiled sheepishly at them, but kept his grip on his sister.

"Guys, this is my little sister. Chris, these are my friends." Chris looked up when he started introducing them, "That's Charlie Weasley, his younger brothers Fred, George, and Ron, his dad Arthur Weasley, his mum Molly, his sister Ginny, and that's Hermione Granger."

Chris memorized each face attached to each name. Snuggling back against her brother, she nodded in acknowledgment at each hand raised in greeting. Once the introductions were over she tilted her head back to look up at him.

"John took Dean and Sammy out to get dinner, Bobby went to talk to Sheriff Mills, and Sirius is out working on his bike."

"Mitch?"

She shrugged.

"Haven't seen him since you left after New Year's."

Harry nodded, then grinned.

"So, how's Hunting been?"

Chris snorted.

"You mean how's school been, right? Because you know damn well John won't let me and Sammy Hunt."

Harry snickered, only to wince when Mrs. Weasley snapped,

"Watch your language!"

Chris turned on the plump witch with a raised brow.

"Oh? And what are you going to do if I don't? You aren't my guardian and the men who are have no problem with my language."

"And why not?" Molly demanded furiously.

"Because we'd be a bit hypocritical if we did." John answered as he and his boys walked into the room. He inclined his head to Harry.

"Good to see you back, Houdini."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, John, it's real good to be back." he replied sarcastically. The three Winchesters laughed, even as the younger two pulled the two Potters into a four-way hug. Dean ruffled the green-eyed teen's hair, laughing when the wizard swatted at the offending hand.

"Hey, little brother. Going to introduce your friends? And did Chris put you through the test?"

Harry snickered.

"At rifle point," he nodded, "And these are the Weasleys: Arthur, Molly, Charlie, Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny, and Hermione Granger. Guys, these are Sam, Dean, and John Winchester."

Chris pouted at Dean.

"Dean, Harry made fun of me." she sniffed. Dean immediately took the girl away from their brother and into his arms as the wizard was sent into another wave of laughter..

"Why'd he do that, Princess?" he asked, amused. He knew what she was doing, and he knew that it was going to work. She sniffed again.

"He said I look silly with a rifle."

Dean sighed and shook his head. It had taken him forever to get her to settle with the rifle, then Harry had to go and laugh at her. He swatted the back of his brother's head.

"Alright, munchkin, I'll teach you how to shoot a pistol."

Chris cheered happily and took Sam's hand, challenging in a race to get Sirius. Dean glared at Harry, who had sobered at the blow to the head.

"You had to laugh, didn't you?" he demanded, "Chris isn't ready for pistol yet, but she's been insisting cause she knows how ridiculous she looks with the rifle. Now I'm gonna have to teach her or she won't pick up a gun again."

Harry sighed.

"Dean, it's a damn gun. You've got to stop giving her everything she wants."

Dean glared at him.

"I don't, Harriet, but since she's Hunting with us, she's got to be able to shoot something or she'll be killed. If she thinks she looks silly holding a rifle because she's a midget, she won't touch it. So now I'll have to teach her the pistol ahead of schedule."

Harry glared at him for calling him "Harriet" and said,

"I'll each her then. It's not like I don't know how to use one. I'm gonna go put my trunk upstairs."

He shoved his way out of the room just as Chris and Sam were dragging Sirius through the front door. He didn't hear Chris call his name. He didn't see the hurt look on her face, and he didn't see her hazel eyes fill with tears. But Sam did and went after him, while Chris led her godfather to the kitchen.

Sam shoved his brother's door open and glared at the wizard – until his brain processed that he was sitting on the bed with his head in hands. Concern won out over his anger and he stepped closer into the room.

"Harry?" he asked softly. The raven looked up and gave him a strained smile.

"Hey, Sammy. What's up?"

Sam shrugged.

"Not much. Are you alright?"

Harry sighed and scrubbed a hand down his face.

"Yeah. I just wasn't expecting a fight with Dean so soon. I swear, sometimes he has your dad's gift for pissing people off. So, what had you barging in here?"

Sam bit his lip, looking down at the floor.

"You made Chris cry." he answered softly. Harry groaned.

"Great. I'm brilliant at upsetting her, aren't I?" he grumbled, more to himself than Sam. Sam shrugged.

"You could apologized to her." he suggested. Harry sighed, but nodded.

"I think I'm gonna have to." He answered. Sam laughed as he groaned again, jumping up from the bed and the stairs as the wizard lunged for him.

Chris watched as Sam packed his bag, shoving everything he owned into it.

"Sammy?" she asked quietly. He spun around, sighing when he saw her. He pulled her into a brief hug and released her.

"I'm sorry, Chris, but this is my chance! My chance to get out and be normal for once! I have to go. See if I can..." he trailed off, unable to finish. Chris, however, seemed to know what he was trying to say, because she nodded, a sad smile on her face.

"You want to see if you can make it in the real world." she finished for him. He smiled at her. At times like these, he was really grateful for his sister. She always understood what he was trying to say, even when he didn't understand it himself. She reached up and patted his cheek.

"I get it Sammy, and I wish you the best, but you damn well better keep in touch."

He laughed and nodded, holding up the two-way Sirius had given them as children. Both paused a moment as the sight caused them both a pang of grief. The animagus had gone across the pond with Harry years ago to fight in the war. Neither wizard had been heard from and would have been assumed dead if Chris didn't get monthly reports from Gringotts saying otherwise. Then Chris broke the moment by kissing his cheek and shoving the last of his belongings – a pistol and flask full of holy water with his name engraved on them that the Potters had given him for his fifteenth birthday – into his bag. Zipping it up, she handed it to him and shoved him towards the door.

"Go on," she smiled, "before he decides to stop you."

Sam shot her one last grateful smile before walking out the door, but not before hearing her tear-filled whisper.

"Good luck, Sammy, and be careful."

He saluted her with his free hand, unable to turn around, because if he did, he knew he wouldn't be able to leave.

Chris watched her pseudo-twin drive out of sight, silent tears rolling down her face. That damn Sasquatch better be careful. She thought fiercely as she stalked off to shout at John.