Hey, guys!
…So, about rereading the fifth book. I, uh, didn't do it yet. I do intend to get to it. I just kept pushing it off. This is how addicted to fanfiction I am. I was just like, "but this fanfiction I am reading is sooo goooood!"
On other matters, I got called homophobic in a review, which I found hilarious. Honestly, considering the hundreds of slash fanfics on my favourites list that I have loved reading, I'm pretty sure that I am not afraid of homosexuals or their activities. I just am not going to write it in my story. It's not even that it is slash. I'm not really going to be doing any romance, here. I suck at romance, and I want to focus on the plot. So, yeah. This will NOT be slash!
Does that review even count as a flame? I don't think so, since all they did was call me homophobic, which is about the lamest accusation anyone could ever throw at me. But, whatever. Haters gon' hate. I'm not about to stop writing over one review. Thank you to everyone else for your support. I will take constructive criticism and cheering, but I generally ignore or laugh at hate mail. So, there you have it.
Once again, thank you to Saiyagirl95, who read over my chapter for mistakes! You're the best friend a girl could have! ^.^
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights to either Harry Potter or Supernatural, but I do thank the wonderful creators of each series for making such wonderful stories for us to enjoy and play with. I also do not own Google.
So, with that, I happily give you Chapter Six! I hope you like it! Sorry for the long Author's Notes. Also, check the last paragraph at the bottom of the closing Author's Note for my question to you guys. :)
0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0
Last chapter: After arriving at Bobby's salvage yard, Harry is introduced to Bobby, who knows nothing of alternate universes. Bobby, however, is worried about Sam, because he knows that Sam is hiding the downside (which, according to Bobby, there must be one) to his powers from Dean. Sam's laptop is brought out, which piques Harry's interest and sparks the idea of possibly finding his friends on this universe, but Sam has his suspicions that the search isn't going to turn out as well as Harry seems to think it will.
0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0
Harry yawned. He couldn't help it. He was tired, and the clock on the range said that it was about a quarter till twelve.
Unfortunately, Sam noticed and was quick to jump on it.
"Are you tired?" He asked with a frown.
Now, Harry didn't want Sam to push on it, but he knew that he probably looked tired. He hadn't slept any in the car ride there. How could he? He was riding with people he didn't even really know, and he just saw the two people who he had stayed with for the past five days killed over him. Actually, for no reason. The demon really didn't seem like she had needed to kill Josie or Frank to get to him. She could have just knocked them out. Why was it that, with him, it was never that someone was just knocked out? Why did someone always have to die?
Harry wasn't going to deny being tired when it was obvious that he was, so he just nodded reluctantly.
"You could go to bed, and I could give you the results of the search in the morning," Sam offered. "Just give me the names."
Harry, however, was not up for that at all. He shook his head furiously. "No. No, I want to see the results." He was starting to like Sam and Dean, despite their strange attitudes, but he by no means trusted them yet. He wasn't about to let them go research the people he most cared about without him there to see what it was they were getting into. No.
"Are you sure?" Sam asked, looking genuinely concerned.
Dean was looking at his brother rather funnily, Harry noticed, like he was surprised yet not surprised at the same time. It made for an interesting face. Harry noted it before looking back to Sam, nodding his head once more.
"How would you recognise them if you found them, anyway?" Harry asked, looking at Sam questioningly.
"We, ah… good point," Sam said with furrowed brows. Clearly, he had not considered that.
He opened up Google and asked Harry, "What's the first name you want to look up?"
"Sirius Black," Harry answered, before he leaned closer to get a better look at the screen.
Dean, across the table, nearly spit his drink out as he started laughing. Harry stared at him. "You gotta be shitting me," Dean said through his laughs. "What kind of person names their kid 'Serious'?"
Sam had looked at Harry questioningly rather than typing.
Harry frowned in indignation. "It's Sirius. S – I – R – I – U – S," he spelled out. "He's my godfather, and he could have landed on this world, too, so don't make fun of him. He is a great man. You don't even know him."
"Okay, okay, sorry I insulted him," Dean placated. Geez, the kid had flipped over one little joke. Either Harry was a real grump when he was tired, or this Sirius guy was really important to Harry.
Sam had typed the name into Google, and Harry looked over his shoulder to see the results.
-Showing results for Serious Black-
-Search instead for Sirius Black-
Both of the underlined parts were blue. Harry frowned. However, Sam just clicked on the second blue underlined listing for the search option, and it got rid of the little thing, and it actually searched for "Sirius Black," as Harry had wanted.
However, luck did not seem to be with them. Multiple websites were listed, even some that still used "serious." One was called "Seriously Black," and Harry didn't even want to know what that one was. There was another one with the same title, except spelled different, "Siriusly Black."
There were many results having to do with stars, mainly the dog star Sirius, and Harry had to muse at the irony of it being the dog star, considering his godfather. Somebody upstairs was laughing.
There were no results for a Sirius Black, much less the one Harry was looking for. There were apparently a lot of Blacks out there, and many of them were listed, but none of them were Sirius.
Dean had wondered over to their side of the table, and he looked at the screen. "What's all this about stars? Was the guy named after a star?"
Harry shrugged. Considering the names of the rest of the members of the house of Black, the answer was most probably yes, but it didn't matter.
"What?" Dean asked. "But that's so freaking cheesy! At least tell me he uses it for pick-up lines?"
'Probably,' Harry thought to himself. In fact, he wouldn't doubt it. Sirius would be one to use cheesy pick up lines about how he was a star.
"We're not finding anything about him," Sam said to Harry, changing the tone of the conversation and the general atmosphere in the kitchen, and even Bobby looked somewhat sobered, even though he had opted to not join the little laptop-search-party-huddle that the other three had joined into. Sam's words, then, sent Harry into the crashing realization that, no, Sirius wasn't there, at least not that they could find on this "Google."
And Sam had to say it. He had to, because Harry would not have acknowledged it otherwise. He would have kept searching with determination, until hours had passed, and Sam knew that they weren't going to find it. So, he told Harry, and he had to inwardly flinch as the realization fell onto Harry, and the three men in the kitchen had to watch as a small chunk of the hope lighting Harry's eyes disappeared before them.
"Uh…" Sam said awkwardly. "Who did you want me to look up next?"
"James Potter," Harry answered, though his tone was not as hopeful as it had been when they had been about to run the search for Sirius.
"Wait," Bobby said from across the room. "You said your last name was Potter, right?" He asked, looking to Harry for confirmation.
Harry nodded.
"So, who is this guy? Your dad, your brother?"
Sam and Dean both assumed by now that Harry didn't have any siblings, considering his parents were dead, but they couldn't be sure, though he hadn't mentioned any. It was much more likely that the guy was his father, the one who had died in the other universe. It made sense, checking to see if he had not died in this universe, as there was a chance he hadn't.
"My dad," Harry said, looking down at the portable computer.
Sam and Dean, who both knew Harry's father to be dead in the other world, both looked at each other. If the kid's parents were alive, it would complicate matters. He would want to go to them, certainly, and they had to keep an eye on him, since he was attracting so much demonic trouble. Not only that, Cas had told them to bring him along. He was important. However, if his parents came into the picture, everything would be flipped, as if it weren't chaotic enough as it was. Besides, how was the kid going to tell his parents that he was their son from another world?
As Sam typed in the name and clicked the search button, it became evident that this search would take a bit longer. James Potter was a much more common name than Sirius Black, and it came up with a lot more possible results. Which meant much more sifting had to be done.
There were apparently James Potters everywhere. Well, not everywhere, but enough to seriously hinder their search with a more generic name. James Potter, the manager of Wal-Mart. James Potter, the podiatrist (foot doctor). James Potter, the construction contractor. They all had to be looked at. It was tedious. Every time a new site was pulled up, Harry would look at the picture or read the description and shake his head once again.
Finally, they decided to look into the next name, because, like the first search, they did not seem to be getting anywhere.
"Lily Potter," Harry said.
Like James Potter, it got quite a few hits, but none that Harry could identify as his mother.
"Try Lily Evans," he said next. Sam raised an eyebrow.
"It's her maiden name."
Sam nodded and tried it out.
Again, there were quite a few results, but one in particular seemed to catch Harry's attention. Harry, himself, had no idea why this one article was calling out to him, but he had a feeling that this was it.
"That one," he said, pointing to the result, careful not to touch the screen of the laptop. Sam clicked on it, and the article opened up.
And there she was.
There was a picture of her, only a couple of years before having Harry, he thought. All Harry could see was that picture, that picture of his mother smiling into the camera with her bright green almond-shaped eyes, the same eyes that he had been told so many times he shared with her.
And, for a couple of seconds, his heart soared.
Then, his eyes finally caught on the title of the article.
"University Student Killed in Hit-and-Run Accident."
And then, the happiness that had swelled up in Harry at the chance of finally seeing his mother, even if it was her in another world, was suddenly extinguished. Harry stared at the title of the article for a few seconds, frozen. Sam and Dean were both staring at him, both of them with worried looks on their faces.
They had both seen the hope enter his eyes once more as they landed on the picture of the pretty, red-headed woman. Her eyes were the same intense green of his. If the eyes hadn't confirmed her relation to Harry, the look that entered his eyes and the smile that bloomed on his face did. However, it soon crashed as he finally read the title of the article, and they could see it. Suddenly, the teen was frozen, a pained look on his face, as his eyes read the article title over and over again, like he couldn't – didn't want to – believe it. His mother was in this universe, but she was dead, just like in his world.
Finally, Harry got out of his stupor. He looked at the rest of the article and noted the date. Then, he read the article.
University Student Killed in Hit-and-Run Accident
Last night, at approximately 11:36, a medical student at the local university was killed in a hit-and-run. The victim was Lily Evans, beloved daughter and sister. The victim, according to witnesses, had been driving down the street when a red Ford pickup truck came veering down the road and straight through a red light, right into the driver side of Miss Evans' car. She was killed on impact. The driver of the red pickup, with a completely totaled front bumper, backed up and fled the scene. His license plate, however had been recorded by one of the witnesses.
The driver was later identified as Darek Wendle, a 25 year old student attending the next university over. According to Wendle's friends, he had gone to a club and gotten drunk. After a few too many drinks, Wendle began to act out, groping women and antagonizing them. He was soon kicked out due to his forwardness, which had been reported by a couple of women at the club who had been enjoying themselves until he had begun to assult them, at which point, their friends called over the security, who escorted Wendle out of the club. Wendle had a friend who claimed that they would bring him home, but the friend never did any such thing. Wendle attempted to drive himself home but was extremely intoxicated, and he crashed into Lily Evans. Witnesses confirmed his identity. He is currently awaiting trial under the charge of manslaughter.
After reading it, Harry had to read it a second time, just to let it sink in.
His mother had been killed in a drunken car accident. Suddenly, he was remembering what his aunt and uncle had always said.
"Your parents were killed in a car wreck! Blown up by your drunken fool of a father!"
What were the odds? That she would have actually died in a car accident caused by drunk driving? Thankfully, it wasn't his father who had caused it, because Harry would not have been able to take that, but it was what his relatives had always told him.
Sam was looking at Harry carefully. Harry hadn't told them when, exactly, his parents had been killed. Or, rather, how old he had been when his parents were killed, but Sam got the impression that it was too young for Harry to properly remember. Maybe it was because he was in the same boat when it came to his own mother, but he could just tell.
Dean was also watching Harry. He had read the article, too, and had looked at Harry to see that he was still a bit stunned. Really, Dean couldn't blame the kid. He would be stunned, too, if he had landed in another world and sought out his dead parents only to find out that one of them had been killed years ago and that the other possibly didn't even exist.
Bobby, who had been across the room, had also noticed everyone's somber expressions. So over he came. He read the article over Sam's opposite shoulder, where Harry wasn't standing. After reading, he pitied the kid, but there wasn't much he could do for him, as they had only just met.
Sam decided to be the one to break the sad silence.
"Do you still want to look for anyone else, or do you just want to go upstairs?"
Harry jumped a bit, so wrapped up in shock and sorrow that he had not even noticed the silence or the three men who were watching him carefully.
"No," he said slowly. "I want to keep searching. If my mum was alive, then there is a chance that at least one of my other friends will be, too."
He still had to look for Ron and Hermione, after all.
"Okay," Sam said, nodding his head a bit. This kid was persistent, which wasn't unexpected. Both Sam and Dean would be persistent if it had been someone close to them that they were looking for. Bobby would be, too.
"What's the next name?" Sam prompted.
Harry gathered himself and replied, "Ron Weasley. Or, Ronald Weasley, I guess." He then spelled out Weasley for Sam, who was uncertain which way it was spelled.
And up came the results. This one did not have as many results as James Potter, but there were still quite a few, and so they began to once again filter through them, waiting for Harry to point one out. However, the more Ron Weasleys they came across, the more they were beginning to doubt that they were going to find the one that Harry was looking for. Each time they would open up another site, Harry would read a description or look at a picture and shake his head, before prompting them to open the next one. Once again, he seemed determined to be ignorant to the fact that they didn't seem to be getting anywhere with this one, as he had done with the first two searches, also.
"I think this one is a bust," Dean finally said from his chair next to Sam, which he had pulled up a while ago after getting tired of simply leaning over his brother. Harry seemed content to hover over Sam's shoulder, however, and refused a chair when Sam saw his brother pull one up and offered one.
Sam had glanced at his brother and frowned. That wasn't how he would have worded it to Harry. However, that was Dean. The man certainly wasn't ever going to be getting an award for his sensitivity. Hell, he was usually the first to spot a touchy-feely moment and announce it as a "chick flick" moment before abruptly changing the topic. Sam thought it had to do with his pride, and he was right.
Looking back over to Harry, Sam asked, "Any other names?"
Harry nodded once again. "Hermione Granger."
"Hermione?" Dean asked. "That's a weird name. She's the one that you mentioned who acts kind of like Sam?"
"Yeah," Harry confirmed.
"Uh… How exactly do you spell Hermione?" Sam asked, once again hesitating before typing anything into the search bar.
Harry then spelled it out for Sam, who typed it out and hit the 'Enter' key.
This time, there were not that many results, and one of the first ones ended up being what they were looking for.
It was from a school newspaper, an announcement of the valedictorian, which was Hermione. Harry wasn't surprised. She was apparently as brilliant here as she was in his world.
He looked at the picture. It was definitely her, though her hair was not as crazy as it was in Harry's world. Perhaps here she had found some way to tame the curls a bit, because they definitely looked a lot prettier. Other than that, however, she looked the same as always, just a bit older. Only by a year or two, though, which Harry had partially expected, considering the time change, and how she had already graduated here. In fact, she was an adult here.
"That's her," Harry said, pointing at the picture.
"What? That's her?" Dean asked.
"Harry, are you sure?" Sam questioned slowly.
Harry nodded. "Yeah, that's Hermione. Why?"
Sam pointed to the beginning of the school newspaper article. "Look at the date. 1998. She'd be ten years out of high school by now." He frowned, considering the date again. "About twenty-seven or twenty-eight," he concluded.
Harry nodded. That sounded about right, considering the year that he had left his world.
"Yeah. I left my world in the year 1996," he informed them, agreeing that Sam's assessment matched his own.
"What?" Suddenly, Bobby was standing up and coming back over to their side of the room. Apparently, he was joining the conversation again. "And you just landed here a couple of days ago, and that's what attracted all of the demons, right?"
Harry nodded in confirmation.
Sam was stunned. Well, that explained why the kid had seemed so fascinated by the laptop. He was twelve years out of his timeline, so everything was probably quite advanced from the computers he had last seen. Considering the mechanical and scientific advancements of the last ten years, it must be really strange for him.
"Wait, so you're from the past?" Dean asked, staring at Harry.
Harry shrugged. "I suppose."
"What? So how old are you here?" Dean asked.
"Well, I guess, if I had a counterpart in this world-" Which he couldn't, not if his mum had died at nineteen and hadn't even gone to Hogwarts, hadn't ever met his father, who, as far as they knew, didn't even exist here. "-he would be twenty-seven." Harry shrugged again. "I'm only fifteen, though."
Sam nodded, though his eyes were still a bit wide. "Since you've only been alive for fifteen years," he finished for Harry.
"So," Bobby said, looking oddly at the other three in the kitchen before focusing on Harry, "You mean to tell me that you not only managed to somehow fall into another world, but you somehow landed in another time, too?"
Harry nodded to him.
"You apparently attract as much trouble as these two," Bobby declared, gesturing to Sam and Dean. "I swear, you idjits will be the death of me." He shook his head, but it was rather fondly, and Harry knew that the fondness was for Sam and Dean, not him.
"How did you end up here in the first place?" Bobby asked with a frown. "What were you doing that caused you to be shot into a completely separate universe?"
Both Sam and Dean were also looking at Harry, obviously just as curious about how he had ended up on this world as Bobby was.
Harry sheepishly looked down. Honestly, what had he been thinking when he jumped into the veil after Sirius? Not very much, apparently. Still, he couldn't tell them about the veil without having to go into other details. And he didn't want to or trust them enough to go into other details.
"It's a long story," he said.
"Like our long story?" Sam asked with a bit of a grin.
"Yeah," Harry said in return.
"Well, now that you know this Hermione is in this world, are going to try to go find her?" Dean asked.
Harry just shrugged a no. "What would be the point, now that I think about it? She clearly didn't go to the same school as she did in my world, and she'd be twelve years older than me. She probably has a life, and it doesn't involve me." Harry wasn't going to drag her into his life if she wasn't already involved with the wizarding world or anything like that. At least, if she had gone to Hogwarts, he could have met her and explained how he came to be in her universe, but, since she went to some other school, that was clearly not what had happened. She wouldn't understand, and she didn't need to. She wasn't his Hermione.
The three older men were silent.
"I'm going to go to bed now," Harry said quietly.
Bobby showed him up to the room that he would be sleeping in, and he got as ready for bed as he could in the unfamiliar house. His bag provided him nightclothes and a toothbrush, for which he was eternally grateful.
However, after he climbed into the big bed, Harry didn't immediately fall asleep, despite his obvious tiredness. He couldn't. There was too much to think about. As far as he could conclude, there was no magical world on this universe, which saddened Harry greatly. He had been hoping that it would exist, even though his gut had told him that it wasn't the case. He had still had to hope. Now he was almost certain. Both his mother and Hermione had gone to other schools, and, unless Hogwarts did exist and just didn't accept muggleborn students, the reason was that Hogwarts simply didn't exist.
Then, as for Ron, Sirius, and Harry's own father, Harry had to guess that purebloods just didn't exist at all, because there wasn't any record of the three that he could find. Harry didn't think that it was their gender that made the difference, because that wouldn't really matter. No, it had to be that they weren't muggleborn.
With a heavy mind, Harry finally drifted off to sleep, and when he did, it was fitful and riddled with nightmares of Cedric, his parents, and Frank and Josie Millerton, where he was blamed for all of their deaths.
0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0
So, that ended on a depressing note... I hope you liked it, anyway. It was very strange to write the bits about Hermione and about Lily's death, probably because it was so far off of canon. I hope it turned out well.
Thank you to anyone who reviewed/favourited/followed this fic! You guys are awesome! 200 reviews, 300 faves, and almost 600 follows! I love it! Please drop a review for this chapter, if you can. I love reviews.
Also, thank you to anybody who pointed out any inconsistencies in Harry's character. I fixed them upon reading the reviews. Please continue to point these out so that I may fix them! It makes the story better for those who read it after the changes, and I am aware that my writing is nowhere near perfect. I do try to do my best, though. ^.^
One last thing. My friend Saiyagirl95 posted a question over what kind of chapters her readers wanted to see. I would like to do the same. So, what kind of chapters do you guys want? Or, rather, which ones do you like the best? Do you guys like action chapters, do you like secret reveal chapters, do you like brotherly bonding chapters? Tell me, if you get the chance! I am still going to give a healthy smattering of all, but your input matters to me and will affect my writing. Thanks!