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Chapter 4. The Magnificant Seven
Dean drove silently down the ashfault road, his gaze flickering between the wizard in the back and the road. Harry was quietly looking out the window, shifting every so often, indicating he wasn't used to long car rides. Sam was flipping through one of his demon books, trying to feel somewhat useful to Hermione and her search. Dean let out a small sigh, fingers nervously tapping the steering wheel before looking back to Harry through the rear view mirror. This time though, he met the pretty green eyes which seemed amused. Dean huffed and felt his shoulders relax subconsciously.
"What do you think the demons are waiting for?"
"Beats me," Sam mumbled, flipping a page with slight aggression. Harry hummed in agreement, leaning further into the leather seat.
"They are probably biding their time, trying to get you restless, ya know? So when they do attack, it just grates on your already frayed nerves. It garentees you'll make mistakes," Harry stated, a dark look flooding into his eyes. A look of experience.
Sam exchanged a quick glance with Dean before looking back into his book.
"Well it's working," Dean huffed, making a turn into a motel. "If a war is coming, I wish it would just start already."
"I don't know, careful what you wish for."
Harry snorted and hopped out of the impala, letting out a small moan as he stretched his legs. While he wasn't as tall Sam or even Dean, his legs still ached from the cramped space. Harry's arms raised above his head as he stretched, shirt lifting to show his pale hip. Sam flushed, scolding himself for noticing, before looking back to Dean who smirked.
"Shut up."
"I didn't say anything!"
Harry blinked at them confused but didn't say anything on their weird behavior, "So we getting rooms or what?"
"How's that gonna work?" Sam asked as they walked to the front desk.
"What'dya mean, Sammy?"
"Are we getting two separate rooms or..."
"I can sleep on the floor or couch," Harry shrugged. "I'm used to sleeping in weird places but I can get my own room if you want, I don't really care."
Dean opened is mouth to answer, but Sam interrupted, "I would feel better if you slept with us." Sam's eyes widened and his cheeks burned red. "N-Not sleep with us, I just m-meant in the same space! B-But you can get your own room! If you want!"
Harry chuckled and squeezed Sam's arm reassuringly, "Alright, I'll crash with you guys then." He had a mishevious smirk on his face and walked into the lobby to sign in. Sam sighed, shaking his head. Dean snorted with laughter and squeezed Sam's neck lightly.
"C'mon lover boy."
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After a good nights sleep, Sam in the bed furthest from the door, Dean in the one closests and Harry cuddled on the couch, they made their way to a farmhouse Blaise mentioned before they left. Dean was happily eating a hamburger as he drove. Harry laughed at the face Sam made when Dean ordered it, the face crossed between exasperation, fondness and horror.
"I'm sorry," Harry snorted. "It's just—you looked just like Hermione when Ron pigs out!" In return he received a cold cup of coffee. While he could of heated it up with a simple charm, Harry let Sam have his small victory.
The farmhouse looked like a normal one? Harry didn't really know what farmhouses were supposed to look like, only staying in one briefly while hunting horcruxes. It looked lived in, that's a better way of putting it. A chirping sound filled the air, Harry tensing in response to the other men.
"Do you hear those cicadas?"
"It can't be a good sign," Dean sighed.
"No, it can't."
"Could this be a biblical plague?" Harry asked, moving closer, only to be pulled back by Sam. "Hey!"
"Watch what you touch," Sam reprimanded, moving in front of Harry to knock on the door. Dean chuckled at Harry's aghast face, and bumped shoulders with him.
"It's for your protection, kiddo."
"I'm not a Kid!" Harry hissed, crossing his arms, wincing as he had to look up to Dean.
"You're younger then me, younger then Sammy and younger then all your friends—"
"I'm older then Luna!"
"—so to me? You're just a kid, deal with it." Dean smirked as Harry actually pouted up at him.
"Guys, check this out!" Sam's voice called from inside the house. Harry turned and stalked up the stairs, muttering on about I'm the freaking Boy-Who-Lived, I am not a child. Stupid tall people think their so smart! However, both boys recoiled at the sudden stench that wrecked havoc on their noses.
"What the bloody hell is that?" Harry coughed, waving a quick spell to rid the odor.
"Dead bodies," Sam's solemn voice said from the living room area. Dean and Harry winced, taking in on the somewhat domestic scene. They were watching t.v on the couch, like normal families do on Sundays.
"Did demons do this?" Harry asked, creating small wreaths for all the bodies, like Hermione did on his parents grave.
"I don't know but check for sulfur."
Harry backed away from the bodies and moved outside, eyes looking for forced entry and broken glass when the butt of a shotgun slammed into his ribs. Harry grunted in pain and surprise, immediately turning to shield himself when he was knocked to the ground by a bigger man. The ruckus made Sam and Dean rush out, guns drawn. Before anyone could say anything, the ringtone of Living On A Prayer by Bon Jovi came from Harry's back pocket. The women who appeared at Harry's head, placed her gun along his temple.
"C-Can I answer it?" Harry asked. "They'll know something's wrong if I don't."
The women and man traded looks before giving Harry the Okay. Harry pulled out his phone, flipping it open.
"Hey Teddy! Whatcha doing with the phone?"
Dean and Sam's eyes widened, hands gripping their guns tighter. The man kept his gun pointing at both of them, eyes narrowing at their familiar features.
"Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Well, Madam Black isn't the nicest painting, Teddy but—No! You aren't allowed to go into the basement, Nu-Uh! No, not even with Aunt Andy! Look, Kiddo, I got to go, I'm working. Yeah, I'll call you later, yeah, I love you too Pup, later." Harry ended the call, letting out a big breath. His eyes turned to the women, who's grip slackened as he talked to his godchild. "He's three, quite the chatterbox too. Really hard to put him to bed sometimes."
The sympathy points he was aiming for, was quickly given and she took the gun away, though still held it warily as he pushed himself up, wincing at the strain.
"You boys look familiar," the man stated, looking hard at the Winchester's.
"Uh—well...I'm Sam and this is Dean-"
"Winchester?" The women asked, eyes widening a bit of shock.
"Uh, yes ma'am," Becuase even when threatened, Sam was taught to be polite.
The women glanced at her husband before taking out a flask and throwing Holy Water at the three boys. Harry blinked as it got in his eyes, Sam sighed, looking at his now wet shirt and Dean looked so done with the world, it made Harry laugh. Quickly going through the rest of the tests, the Winchesters and Harry were deemed human. Well, until Harry quickly healed the nicks on their arms and set about healing the cut on his forehead from his fall. A gun was quickly pressed against his chest and Harry winced. Yep, definetly bruised a few ribs.
"Woah, Lady, put the gun down," Dean said, stepping foreword, only to be pushed back by the man.
"Witch!" Was hissed out angrily. Harry gave them one of Sam's bitch faces, crossing his arms, dislodging the gun from his chest.
"Do I look like a female to you? Dean, if you answer that, I swear I will smite you!"
Sam chuckled as Dean pouted, feeling some of the tension lessen. Harry pulled out his wand and raised an eyebrow.
"Your demon witch thingies don't have wands, only the natural borns do."
"So what? Your a higher educational freak?" The man snarked. Harry's eyes darkened and rolled his shoulders. Dean and Sam both gave harsh glares at the couple, fingers twitching around their weapons.
"I could say the same thing about you," Harry retorted before letting out a breath. "Look, we are both trying to figure out what the hell is going on, so I suggest you learn to keep your mouth shut and and give the impression that you're stupid rather than open it and remove all doubts. Are we good here?"
Dean and Sam's jaw dropped along with the two strangers but the man recovered quickly.
"I'm not working with the freak."
"What do you want to do, tie me up like your bitch?" Harry's annoyance levels were raging pretty high and he wanted nothing more then to drown himself in vanilla ice cream. It wouldn't be good to let his temper out, especially with the mark which heightened everything.
The man smirked and pulled out a metal chain from the pack he was wearing. Harry deadpanned and wondered if God would make an exception, just this once, to the sixth commandment.
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"Just so you know, this is degrading, humiliating and slightly kinky," Harry muttered to Sam as they waited for Dean to get off the phone. Harry didn't get a chance to heal his ribs and Sam wanted Harry to save his energy so he started wrapping them.
"You're into bondage?" Sam snorted. Harry shook his head, small smile gracing his face.
"No but being vulnerable like this isnt exactly a normal occurence. Better enjoy it while you can," Harry winked. Sam blushed and shook his head.
"Your ribs just need rest but otherwise, you'll live."
"Are you sure you weren't learning to be a doctor in college, Sam?"
Sam froze, a curious look forming in his eyes. "How'd you know I went to college?"
"Bobby talked about you and your brother an awful lot," Harry blushed this time. "Besides, what other reason would Dean call you college boy if you never went?"
Before Sam could respond, Dean walked over and told them what the Coroners tech told him.
"Get this—that whole family, cause of death? Dehydration and starvation. There's no signs of restraint, no violence, no struggle. They just sat down and never got up."
"That doesn't make sense," Harry shook his head. "They had a full stock kitchen."
"Is this a demon attack?" Sam asked. "Cause it sure as hell doesn't look like one."
"I don't know, but on more important matters. What do we do now?"
"Uh, we're not going to do anything." The man, latter found out is called Isaac, stated. He was holding a Palo Santo, holy wood from Peru which effects demons much like holy water.
"Excuse me?"
"You guys seem nice enough, but this ain't "scooby-doo," and we don't play well with others," Isaac's eyes raked down Harry's lean figure with disgust. "Or freaks."
"What the hell is your deal?" Harry snarled. "We'd be safer, as much as I hate to say, together. Are you really willing to risk, not only the life of the towns people, but your own wife?" Isaac stayed silent and Harry shook his head in disbelief. "You know, you guys say we are the—" Harry struggled for a second, turning his body so they can see him make air quotes from his hands tied behind his back. "—the "monsters" but when we look at you, and see how many you've killed, how many children, innocent adults, mothers? Are caught in the crossfire. We see everything you destroy, killing your own kind, and we think the exact same thing. When you kill humans for being smart and burn them at the stake, when you kill werewolf pups who don't know what they are or how to control it since they were never given a chance, when you virtually rip families apart and then preach about its importance, of being together," Harry stood directly in front of Isaac, glaring darkly at the man. "Look where we are standing right now and tell me; who is the real monster here?"
Silence fell over the group like a thick blanket. Harry stepped back and easily broke the chains around his arms, ignoring the bleeding abrasions.
"If you want to go in alone, be my guest. But whoever dies because of your goddamn pride? That is on you," Harry's gaze fell to the wife, Tamara, before he turned and walked out the door. The couple awkwardly stared at each other before moving out too, deciding to find a motel instead of doing anymore tonight.
"Well this is awkward," Dean sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"Harry's right, ya know?" Sam mumbled, looking properly chasitened though the speech wa directed to him. "To us, wendigos, werewolves, they are just monsters but think about what we are to them. We are like the angel of death."
"Sammy, we never killed unless we had too. We only hunt those who spilled human blood, you know that. Other hunters don't follow those rules so well but we do. And that's something to be proud of."
Sam nodded, letting out a loud breath before nudging his brother to the bedrooms.
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The next morning was calm. There was a crime scene that they wanted to check out, Sam talking to the police while Dean comforted the victims. Harry stated that he got a call from Blaise and had a job to finish, so he left after making sure the Winchesters got to the crime scene safe. Things were still a bit off since last night and Sam felt guilty for allowing Harry to be tied up like he was. The emerald eyed beauty obviously didn't blame them, from the bright smile he gave this morning and a warm breakfast, but Harry still had an inkling of a quiet, dark look in his eyes.
Sam let out a breath, deciding to look for his brother. Seeing Dean flirt with the witness helped ease some of the tension that built in his shoulders. He walked over, raising an eyebrow at what Dean was saying.
"What happened outside makes you realize how fragile life really is. You have to make every second count." Sam cleared his throat, looking pointedly at Dean.
"Excuse me, a minute, would you?" Dean winced at his brothers face that read I can't believe you, plz just stap.
"Sure," the witness muttered, walking away. Sam glowered at Dean, raising eyebrow.
"Dean, what are you doing?"
"I'm comforting the bereaved. What are you doing?"
"My job," Sam snapped at him. "Dead body, possible demon activity, ya know, that kind of stuff."
Dean let out two small pathetic coughs and tried his own puppy eyes at Sam, "I'm sorry, I just..don't have much time left. I got to make every second count."
A huge wave of guilt crushed his conscience as Sam's own puppy eyes came out, looking sad and forlorn. Dean almost apologized. He knew how hard it's been on his brother, and he was throwing the deal in Sam's face.
"Yeah, right," Sam's eyes went to the ground with a sigh. "Right, I'm sorry."
"Apology accepted," Dean grinned, pushing away the guilt and trying to get the mood back up. "So where's Harry? Get bored of you already?"
"Keep that up, Dean, and I'll curse you to speak in song. Your whole life would then be a musical," Harry's voice stated from behind them.
"Yeah rig—woah!" Dean cut himself off, eyebrows rising in impression. Sam turned as well and felt his cheeks flame red. The curly black hair fell into wavey, silky strands that tickled Harry's jaw (he looked a bit like Sirius) and bringing out the bright green of the wizards eyes. Harry had on a slim button up white shirt on, a few buttons undone on the top, a dark green tie hanging loosely around his neck and the black coat on his arm. Harry's Tattoo of Wrath peeked out, the tail of the dragon and the snout. He had black slacks on with shiny black shoes, all looking fairly new.
"Well don't you clean up nice."
Harry smiled, eyes darting away as a small pink hue flushed his cheeks. "Thanks. I-uh-," Harry gestured to his shirt and tie. "I sorta struggled. Usually Draco or Luna does it for me."
Sam chuckled and leaned down a bit, starting to button in his shirt. "You and Dean both." Dean made a noise of protest but Sam ignored him, running his fingers over the silky tie. "Is this new?"
"I was the DA for the suspect, I had to look spiffy," Harry chuckled, meeting Sam's eyes. "I talked to her though."
"Well, did she seem possessed or what?" Dean asked as Sam pulled away.
"No, there were none of the usual signs, ya know, blackouts and things like that. She just really wanted those shoes. I tested her with holy water and she didn't react. I don't think this was a demon," Harry got a thoughtful look on his face, shoulders seeming to tense.
"But you have a theory," Sam pressed, gently.
"It—It just sounds an awful lot like the Imperious Curse."
"What's that?"
"Its one of the three unforgivables," Harry sighed, rubbing a weary hand over his eyes. "There is The Killing Curse, the Crutiatous Curse and the Imperious Curse. The killing curse, obviously, kills its victim immediately, no one can survive it," A weird flash came from Harry's eyes before he was back to explaining. "The crutiatous curse brings agonizing pain if cast on you, it can drive you insane. It's...It's Hell's curse. Then the Imperious curse allows you to take over someone's mind, controlling their body, nearly impossible to throw off."
Both Winchester's faces were pale and looked shaky. "N—Nearly?" Dean asked, voice slightly higher then before.
"If you have a strong enough will, then you can throw it off. It hurts a bit because it is literally a fight for your mind."
"That doesn't sound pleasant," Sam muttered. Harry gave a half smile and nodded.
"It's not," He turned down back to the shop and blinked at the sight of the security cams. "But I think I've found our next clue, c'mon."
As Harry walked in, Dean and Sam traded looks of disbelief and worry before following their shorter friend. The security room wasn't really small by any means but Sam still felt his two companions hover over his shoulders. Their breathing was distracting but Sam pushed it aside, looking through the different footage before finding the scene before the accident. He watched as one man walked over to the suspect, whispering in her ear, handing falling to her shoulder.
"Anything interesting?" Dean asked, sounding bored.
"I don't know, it might just be a guy."
"When has it ever been just a guy?" When the man left the woman, she walked right over to the victim. Harry huffed a small breath, turning his head to catch Sam's eyes.
"I guess he's our guy."
Afternoon quickly fell into evening, Dean and Harry staking out a bar in Dean's impala. Harry didn't see the man anywhere so far and his eyes kept drooping every other minute or so. He checked in with the others a couple hours ago, Blaise and Ron telling him about the growing amount of people missing and more "demonic" activities. Hermione did a quick check-up on him as well while also reporting she hasn't found anything to break a demon deal yet. Sam was a bit downhearted but Harry quickly tried cheering him up, teaching the Winchester's the game of Exploding Snap. When Harry checked on Draco, Andy and Teddy, he got reprimanded and scolded for a good half an hour by Draco followed by a ten minute scolding by Andy. It amused him in more ways than one on how Draco went from one of his worst enemies to his keeper. A loud pounding on Harry's side of the door made both himself and Dean jerk in surprise. Sam smiled cheekily at them before crawling into the back seat.
"That's not funny!" Dean whined, glaring at his brother.
Sam just smirked, obviously proud of himself. "Yeah. Ok so, John Doe's name is Walter Rosen. He is from Chicago. I called up Blaise and he confirmed that demonic activity has been running a bit wild there and he went missing about a week ago."
"The night the Devil's Gate opened?" Harry asked, mind mulling over the new info.
"Yeah."
"So, do you think he's possessed?"
"It's a good bet," Sam confirmed. "So, what? He just walks up to someone, touches them, and they go stark raving psycho?"
"The demons let out of the gate are going to be different from what you'd expect," Harry warns. "What they could do, we wont even know. It'll be something we've never seen before."
"Hey, guys?" Dean's voice called for their attention. The red haired man walked out of a car across the lot and into the bar. "It's showtime."
"Did you not just hear what I said?"
"I don't think we have a choice," Dean pointed to another car pulling up. Isaac and Tamara walk out and casually walk into the bar. Harry felt his anger rise and rubbed at the aching in his tattoo.
"Fuck."
Harry reached the door first and slammed his shoulder harshly against the door. Every person in the bar was surrounding Isaac and Tamara, some eyes glowing black. Dean joined on the other side, both boys trying to break the door down, or at least open it.
"Goddammit open!" Dean cursed loudly. They couldn't hear what was going on but they cleary saw Tamara sobbing as Isaac gulped down a whole bottle of bleach. The man finished, dropping the container before falling to the floor. His mouth foamed and blood poured from his jaws before he dropped full to the ground, dead. Harry stood back, whipping out his wand.
"Alohamora!" The doors still wouldn't budge. He tried it three other times before yelling in frustration. "Nothing's working!"
"MOVE!" Sam's voice called to them, the impala roaring giving them the startle they needed. Sam drove the car right into the building, Harry and Dean following right behind it. Harry quickly cast the water spell, Sam tossing him a rosary in the process. With a quick blessing, Harry sprayed the demons with Holy Water, ignoring their pained screams. Dean had his arms around Tamara, ushering her to the car but she resisted, trying to get to the corpse of her husband.
"Tamara," Harry yelled, standing in front of her, arms tightly gripping her shaking shoulders. "Let's go. He's dead, there is nothing we can do for him now."
"Dean, c'mon!" Sam yelled to his brother who was fighting the red haired man. Dean flicked his own Holy Water at him, stinging the demon they were looking for enough to shove him into the trunk of the impala which had a devil's trap on the ceiling. Dean stumbled to the back where Tamara was, shouting at Sam to drive.
Sam ignored every speeding law, trying to get back to the house. Harry gripped tightly to Sam's arm, muttering Latin under his breath that Sam could barely understand. When they arrived, they quickly set up the demon in one of the old main rooms and set him under a Devil's Trap. Tamara was still a bit unstable, telling them how she had to go back for her husband. Sam put his foot down when Dean agreed to go with her.
"It's suicide," Sam stated, shaking his head.
"I'm already dead anyway!" Dean yelled. He ignored how hurt Sam's eyes became. It was the truth, nothing could break a damn demon deal. He was going to die and the sooner that was accepted, the less it would hurt.
"How are you going to kill them? You cant shoot them, stab them! And it's not like they are going to be lining up to be exorcised."
"I don't care," Tamara shouted.
"We don't even know how many of them there are."
"Seven," Harry spoke. His voice was tight and his eyes glowed a dangerous green. "There are seven of them."
"How'd you know?" Dean asked, eyes narrowing a bit. Harry sighed and rubbed a hand over his eyes.
"They are the original Seven Deadly Sins. The ones actually from Hell."
"I thought you guys were—" Sam started, cutting himself off as Harry shook his head.
"These guys are the originals, the ancients, the ones who lived when the damn Earth was created. Me and my team, we are like a new generation."
"You're a Seven Deadly Sin?" Tamara's quiet voice asked, eyes shinning with something close to curiosity, despite the dullness there. Harry just pulled down his shirt, exposing his collarbone and tattoo.
"I'm Wrath, and that in there," He nodded to the room where their guest was. "That's Envy."
"Did you know the whole time?" Dean demanded. Harry shook his head, frown burrowed deep on his face.
"Not until Isaac. I mean, I had a few suspicions but I never really thought it would be them. Isaac was touched by Gluttony. If Luna was here, she would of known immediately who it was since she has an actual connection with Gluttony. Same with Ron and Envy over here. Now that I'm closer to their presence, I can feel it thrumming through me. Not as powerful as my teams but these guys, they are still apart of us," Harry explained, ruffling his hair.
"So, what touched the family was Sloth," Harry nodded in agreement at Sam's quick assessment.
"I don't give a rats ass on who they are, I am going to kill every single one of them."
"Don't you get it," Harry snapped. "You can't. We can only send them back to Hell." When Tamara opened her mouth to protest, Harry snapped again, feeling his tattoo start to pulse. He could feel his Wrath along with the ancients pumping through his veins and he hated how out of control he felt. "We already did it your way. You burst in there half-cocked and look what happened! These demons haven't been topside in half a millennium! We're talking medieval, dark ages! We've never faced anything close to this! So we are gonna take a breath and figure out our next move."
A few minutes late of tense silence, the group migrated toward Envy. The man smirked happily at them, a teasing smile on his face.
"So, I guess you know who I am."
"Yeah, and we are not impressed."
"I can see why. You have the new and improved toys out to play," Envy smiled at Harry, eyes glinting mischievously. Harry glowered at him, crossing his arms over his chest.
"What are you doing here? What do you want?"
"We already got what we want," Envy stated, eyes glazing over Harry's body. "We are out, free. Thanks to you boys."
"I am going to put you down like a dog," Tamara stated. Envy chuckled condescendingly.
"You think your better than me? Which one of you can cast the first stone, huh? What about you, Dean? You're practically a walking billboard of gluttony and lust. And Tamara. All that wrath. Ooh. tsk,tsk,tsk. It's the reason you and Isaac became hunters in the first place, isn't it? It's so much easier to drink in the rage than to face what really happened all those years ago," Envy's head whipped to the side at the harsh slap sent his way. It made his eyes stray back to Harry. "And Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived."
Dean and Sam exchanged looks just as Harry's eyes narrowed.
"You know, we heard a lot about you, especially down in the pit. You are all the talk, all the souls you put down there," Envy hummed in delight. "One soul raves about you all the time. Maybe you know him, Tom Riddle?"
"Voldamort," Harry confirmed. His face turned blank and he didn't seem too concerned.
"Pity he couldn't join us," Envy shrugged. "But he tells your story like clock-work. You, a prophecy child. Born to destroy the greatest entity in your world, greater than Grinwald, one of the darkest wizards in your time." Sam and Dean gazed at their friend, feeling like they were going to hear a lot more than they should. "Riddle obviously couldn't let that happen. Went to your little home, your father's best friend a traitor. You'd be happy to know he is suffering on the rack. Riddle loved talking about your mother, how the bitch screamed when he killed her right in front of baby-"
Envy grunted as Harry's punch nearly knocked him over in his seat. Harry was panting, eyes glowing with Wrath.
"Don't say a word against my mother. Don't you ever talk about her."
"Well, alright then. Let's talk about Daddy then. Oh, wait, he died for your worthless carcass too. Hmmm, what about those relatives of yours, huh? They treated you correctly."
"I would advise you shut your mouth, better yet, let me do it for you," Harry growled. He didn't notice that underneath his shirt, his tattoo was glowing. Envy did though, smirking happily, edging the boy further.
"Do they know?" Envy nodded to Sam and Dean. "Do they know what your Uncle did to you? Or your cousin? What about what your beloved Headmaster did to you?"
"Shut up."
"Your family took you in when your parents died, probably the only thing they did right. Only, once they found out you were a wizard, they locked you in a cupboard under the stairs for eleven years." Sam and Dean had mirroring looks of horror on their faces while Tamara looked quite ashamed. "Little Harry Potter, never knowing why he was a freak. You were there slave, a puppet ment to be controlled and that followed you throughout your life."
Harry's whole body was shaking with suppressed rage. He knew what Envy was doing. Fucking God he knew, but he couldn't get a fucking hold of himself. It hurt to hear but Harry was craving for control.
"You were saved but only for a short period of time. You were used, manipulated all through your life. Losing the trust of friends, losing trust in yourself, losing everything you ever cared about. Let me name you a list: Mummy, Daddy, Lupin, Tonks, Fred was it?" Harry winced, eyes ducking down. "Let's not forget Cedric, that one must of hurt. But not as bad as when you lost your Godmutt. Sirius Black is enjoying his time in Hell, especially with his beautiful cousin torching him on the rack."
Next thing Envy knew was Harry's hands pressed tightly around his throat, cutting off the human need for air. Harry's eyes had turned a dark emerald green that glowed with an eerie light. Rage swirled in the iris's as he tried chocking the life out of the Sin. He couldn't kill him but he can make him hurt. Shouting from Harry's friends were in the background but it was ignored.
"Face it," Envy hissed out, feeling slight panic well in his chest. "You are a big ball of Wrath, with envy pooling at your heels, gluttony in your heart, lust, pride, you have all of us deep in you, Harry."
"I'm going to choke the life outta you," Harry snarled, tightening his grip.
"You can try but you wont succeed," Envy coughed, his neck spaziming as he couldn't get air in. "They are coming for me."
"They wont know where to fucking find you. Put him back in the pit before I drag him with my bare hands." Harry roughly ripped his hands off of Envy, fuming.
Tamara stared at Harry with wide, scared eyes but he didn't notice, and if he did, he didn't care. She started the exorcism but Envy laughed despite the pain.
"You died for your whole fucking world Harry! And what did they do? They sent you straight to where I'm going. To where Dean will be in the next year!"
"Shut the hell up!" Harry roared, his wand whipped out and pointing at Envy's chest. "I don't know how well the AK will work on you but I'm not afraid to try it out."
Envy let out a cry of pain as the exorcism started working. Sam placed a soothing hand on Harry's neck and Dean's fell comfortingly on the younger man's shoulder. They guided Harry out of the room but Envy called one last time.
"H-Harry! Just t-thought you should k-know! Bella is excited to s-see you again!" And with a final scream Envy was sent back to Hell. Harry's eyes were wide, his breathing turned to pants almost immediately as he thought of the devil woman. A hand rest on his chest, rubbing soothing circles. Concerned hazel eyes gazed into his painfilled green ones.
"It's ok," Sam soothed gently. "It's ok."
Harry could only shake his head because really? It wasn't.
(A/N: I was thinking about just leaving it here but decided to just finish the episode.)
Harry sat himself on the floor, eyes straining to see out the window into the dark woods that surrounded the house. Harry was physically deflated, he had never lost control like that before. Not even when he had first received his Sin. Sam sat right next to him, quietly filling up bottles of Holy Water, just being the silent support that Harry needed.
"I don't want to talk about it." Harry had said. Sam only nodded, sending Dean off to set a few more Devil's Traps. Tamara walked out of the other room where Envy's vessel was still tied up.
"Is he ok?" Sam asked.
Tamara's eyes flickered to Harry before shaking her head. "He's dead."
Harry didn't say anything, just turned his gaze back outside. He saw a figure stumbling towards the house, just as the candles flickered out and the radio started to play white noise.
"Tamara!" Isaac's corpse called to her. "Tamara!"
Harry's whole body straightened, shivers running up and down his spine. Sam looked st him worriedly and Harry clenched his fists, trying to get himself calm. He could feel the power radiating off of Isaac's corpse, a low moan escaping his mouth.
"Wrath...He's—He's Wrath!" Tamara didn't seem to hear.
"It's not really him," Dean reminded her gently, walking in the room and standing next to his brother. "It's one of those bastards in his body." Harry could feel Tamara's rage with every passing minute of the guy talking. He could feel it reach her peak, he could feel himself grow stronger, before she bolted out of the house, tackling Isaac's body almost immediately after he involved their deceased daughter.
"No!" Harry yelled but it was too late. Tamara was able to plunge the Palo Santo right into the demons chest. It was feeding off her Wrath and Harry could feel his chest ache and tattoo pulse. Harry's senses heightened and he could feel the other sins crawling pass the salt lines. Lust, a pretty blonde, zoned in on Dean while Pride advanced on Sam. Harry looked sharply at Sloth, the obese man smiling lazily at him.
"Peccatum acediae ego mittat te in gehennam!" Harry changed. Sloth screeched loudly before the body dropped to the floor, dead. Harry quickly checked, just to make sure, before taking off to help Sam. Pride was being all high and mighty, the usual but seemed particularly interested in Sam.
"Pride. The root of all sin. And you... are Sam Winchester. That's right. I've heard of you. We've all heard of you. The prodigy. The boy king. Looking at you now, I got to tell you, don't believe the hype," Pride gave a halfassed apologetic look and shrugged. "You think i'm gonna bow to a cut-rate, piss-poor human like you? I have my pride, after all. And now with your yellow-eyed friend dead, I guess I don't really have to do a damn thing, now do I? You're fair game now, boy, and it's open season."
"Not on my watch," Harry growled, rolling his shoulders. Pride looked up in surprise but smiled sweetly.
"Harry, darling, your just in time."
"Really?" Harry asked. A loud scream echoed through the house and Harry knew Dean got Lust. "In time for what you bastard?"
"Is that any way to talk to your brother, Harry?"
"You're not my brother," Harry snarled.
"Ouch, feisty. I like that!"
"Then your going to like this even better!" Harry smirked, holding up his wand.
Pride snorted and raised an eyebrow. "You honestly think your pitiful wand can beat me? Me?"
"No...but this might," Harry stated quietly summoning a small dagger. The silver geamed as Harry held it. Symbols were etched into the hilt and the blade, one being a devil's trap from what Sam could tell. The others he didn't recognize but Pride seeemd to because his bravado attitude faltered.
"What is that?"
"A gift from Death itself. Passed from the oldest, most prideful of the Peverell brothers. My Headmaster got a hold of it. It was Draco's too, but now it's mine. You see, after we got chosen to bear your sins, a wand didn't have much use anymore, especially after the development of anti-wards and everything else hunters were able to create so they could kill us. We had to play a bit smarter."
"Please," Pride actually fucking whimpered. "Spare me, I'm sorry."
"To late for that. Say hi to the Leviathans for me," Harry easily payed slain on Pride, watching with empty eyes as the body fell and Pride was no more. Sam breathed out in surprise and awe. Pride was dead. They weren't supposed to die but Harry was able to kill an ancient monster with only a dagger.
Sam startled back a little as Harry held out a hand for him. His small smile and glittering green eyes looked so much different then the Person of Sin that Sam saw in the past 8 hours. Movement over Harry's shoulder had him dragging the smaller male to the ground with him. Sam kicked Gluttony, wincing as Harry landed roughly on his stomach, ma,k g he kick less effective.
"Sorry," Harry breathed, swiping his dagger at Greed who kept back, snarling at the young wizard. "Keep your panties in a twist."
Sam stood toe to toe with Gluttony when suddenly his body arched and his body let out a fiery light before falling, dead. A girl with blonde hair and a smirking smile winked at Sam before looking to Harry. Sam noticed she had a dagger extremely similar to Harry's. Said man let out a loud yell in pain before stabbing Greed right through the heart. The ebony haired man looked at Sam and the blonde, his eyebrow furrowing.
"Who—"
"Later, Sam!" The blonde waved once before disappearing. The boys shared a look, Sam's eyes falling down to Harry's arm that was favoring his side.
"You ok?"
"I—uh—I think you might need to check my ribs again," Harry smiled sheepishly. Sam let his shoulders relax for the first time.
SPNHP SPNHP SPNHP
Harry was quiet as he watched Dean pour gasoline and salt over the dead Sins. Some part of him ached but another felt pretty damn happy that they wouldn't be running free anymore. Tamara was at her own pyre, Isaac's body already burning. The solemn air was enough for them to ignore the scent of burning flesh.
"Think she'll be ok?" Sam asked, staring sadly at her.
"No," Harry answered honestly. "I don't think she'll ever be ok. But she'll heal...she'll learn how to live again."
Sam frowned along with Dean but it was closest to the truth they had. Dean suddenly turned to Sam with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood.
"So, dude, who was that girl? Ya know, the one that beat you and Harry?"
"Demons, Dean. Three demons at once."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Dean turned to Harry. "Nice we have that nifty little knife of yours. I guess it's good your on our side, huh?"
"Yeah," Harry mumbled, staring at the fire.
"You ok?" The worried look exchanged between the two Winchester's didn't go unnoticed by Harry who plastered a smile.
"I'm just wondering how much trouble I'm going to be in with the gang."
It was a lie but the group let it go for now. Tamara gave them a wave a few hours later when the bodies were fully ash, quietly apologizing to Harry as well (he easily forgave her) before getting into Issac's truck, driving away. Dean turned to his brother and Harry, shrugging lightly.
"So, where to?"
"Uh, I don't know," Sam shared a look with Harry who also shrugged. "I was thinking Louisiana maybe."
Dean narrowed his eyes lightly, "Little early for Mardi Gras, isn't it?"
"Yeah. Listen, I was talking to Tamara, and she mentioned this hoodoo priestess outside of Shreveport that might be able to help us out. You know, with your—with your demon deal."
"I'm going to tell Draco and Hermione that we're safe," Harry said quietly, knowing the boys needed a moment as headed to the Impala, climbing to the back seat.
Dean watched Harry go, before watching Sam watch Harry. A sad smile came upon Deans face and he shook his head, "Nah."
"Nah?" Sam asked incredulously. "What does that mean,"nah"?"
"Sam, no hoodoo spell's gonna break this deal. It's a goose chase."
"We don't know that."
"Yes, we do." Sam fell silent and Dean continued. "Forget it. She can't help. We're not going, and that's that. What about Reno, huh?"
"You know what? I've had it. I've been bending over backwards trying to be nice to you, and...I don't care anymore," Sam's voice was a mixture of angry, sad and utterly terrified. It pulled on Dean's heartstrings but he played it off.
"That didn't last long."
"Yeah, well, you know what? I've been busting my ass trying to keep you alive, Dean, and you act like you couldn't care less. What, you got some kind of death wish or something?"
"It's not like that."
"Then what's it like, Dean?" Sam pleaded. His tone practically begging, make me understand, plz, I need to know big brother, don't leave me.
"Sam—"
"Please, tell me."
"We trap the crossroads demon, trick it, try to welch our way out of the deal in any way? You die. Okay? You die. Those are the terms. There's no way out of it. If you try to find a way, so help me God, I'm gonna stop you." Sam sighed and met Dean's suspiciously watery green eyes.
"How could you make that deal, Dean?"
"'Cause I couldn't live with you dead. Couldn't do it."
"And you think I can live without you?" Sam asked. Dean flinched and met Sam's eyes.
"Your gonna have to try."
"Yeah, well, you're a hypocrite, Dean. How did you feel when dad sold his soul for you? 'Cause I was there. I remember. You were twisted and broken. And now you go and do the same thing. To me. What you did was selfish."
"Yeah,you're right," Dean agreed. "It was selfish. But I'm okay with that."
"I'm not."
"Tough. After everything I've done for this family, I think i'm entitled. Truth is, I'm tired, Sam. I don't know, it's like there's a light at the end of the tunnel."
"It's hellfire, Dean."
"Whatever. You're alive, I feel good—for the first time in a long time. I got a year to live, Sam. I'd like to make the most of it. So what do you say we kill some evil sons of bitches and we raise a little hell, huh?" Dean's eyes fell to Harry waiting patiently in the car and smirked. "And while we're at it, let's get you laid, college boy."
"You're unbelievable."
Dean shrugged, yet smiled proudly. "Very true."
Harry watched as the Winchester's came o the impala, playfully falling into banter as he smiled. He prayed—for the first time in years—that everything would turn out ok. He liked the Winchesters. And he was going to protect them, no matter what.
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A/N: HOLY SHIT ITS FINALLY DONE! I swear this took forever! Here so yay! Thanks for sticking by for these stupidly long chapters :)
