May 4th 2002

Harry and Sam were out to Lunch. Sam was gearing up to take his finals at the end of the year and Harry insisted he needed to relax so had kidnapped him between classes. Sam suspected it was as much for Harry as it was for Sam. He'd been very quiet the last couple of days. Two days ago he'd found Harry crying when he got home from school but Harry hadn't been willing to tell him why only saying it was a rough day for him.

Lunch had been fun though with Harry talking a mile a minute and gesturing wildly as he explained his new plan to plant a garden on the roof of their apartment building. Harry had just renewed the lease and paid another year's worth of rent a few days before and while talking to their landlord and had pitched the scheme. Unsurprisingly the man was more than willing to cave to the whims of one of his highest paying tenants. Harry had drawn a diagram on a napkin of what he had in mind and secured promises from Sam to do most of the heavy lifting.

They were walking hand in hand back to campus when suddenly Harry froze and whipped his head around, staring off into the distance. Sam looked but saw nothing strange just the usual crowds of students rushing to class.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked him, his body automatically tensing into a fighter's stance as he'd been conditioned to do by years of fighting monsters.

"I thought I saw. . .nothing," Harry said suddenly shaking his head. "My head is in the past today. We'd better hurry or you'll be late to class."

"Are you sure you're okay babe? Who did you think you saw?" Sam asked, not liking the look on Harry's face or the way his whole body was tensed. At Sam's question Harry smiled and stood on tiptoe to kiss him.

"I'm fine babe, and it doesn't matter what I thought. It's just my mind playing tricks on me anyway. Come on we've got to get moving."

"I don't need to go to class, it's just a review anyway." Sam told him but Harry shook his head.

"Yes just the final review before the final test. Of course you need to go to class. Don't worry so much I'll see you in a couple hours."

Sam couldn't focus all through his class and when it was over he practically ran the entire distance to his apartment but it turned out to be for nothing because Harry was there dozing on the sofa when Sam threw the door open. Harry sat up looking at him with drowsy eyes.

"Sam? Everything okay babe?" Harry asked him and unable to help himself gathered Harry in his arms and kissed him deeply.

"I just. . .I've had the worst feeling all day." Sam told him "I half expected to come home and find you gone."

"Oh Sam," Harry sighed hugging him tightly "I really scared you today and I didn't mean too. I only thought I saw someone I went to school with. I was wrong and I certainly didn't mean to upset you."

That night they had dinner and watched another movie but the feeling of something wrong wouldn't leave Sam alone. Despite Harry's reassurances he knew Harry was feeling the same. Every noise made him jump and look toward the door and he kept twisting at the bracelet on his arm. Sam had seen the bracelet before in the drawer near Harry's bedside but he didn't know much about it. Now Harry seemed to be unable to stop touching it every sudden noise or creak he would jump and run his finger over the bracelet before settling back down.

When they went to bed Sam took Harry roughly and then again gently. Whispering desperate 'I Love You's into his ear. Harry was just as passionate just as desperate as they clung together. When they finally settled into sleep Sam held Harry tightly against his chest. Harry's hands clung to his to him with equal desperation and stayed wrapped tightly around his neck even in sleep.

Sam jerked so suddenly from sleep it was as if someone had doused him with cold water. He was alone in the bed. Sam's stomach dropped and he knew. The bed beside him was cold and searching the apartment only confirmed what Sam had known the moment he awoke. Harry was gone. Nothing he owned was out of place. Even the clothes Sam had pulled from his body before taking him to bed lay just as they'd been when he fell asleep the night before. Harry's black sneakers were still just inside the door where he'd kicked them after getting home from lunch.

His wallet and keys were on the bedside table but Harry himself was gone. Sam called the police and was politely informed that he had to wait twenty four hours. The kind receptionist suggested he'd just gone for a walk or maybe down to the corner store to buy a soda.

"Naked?" Sam had demanded "Without his money or keys?"

"Well that is strange," she had agreed in her sugary sweet voice "but the 24 hours is a requirement for any missing adult. If he doesn't come home bring us a picture and we'll file a report alright? I'll tell you what since you don't know quite when he left in the night you can come in and file the report 24 hours after you fell asleep alright?"

He didn't come back in 24 hours. The police promised to ask around. To see what they could find but they didn't seem too concerned. They'd explained to him that a 20 year old, independently wealthy british national could have easily contracted a bout of homesickness and hopped a jet back home.

"You don't understand! He wouldn't just leave! Something felt off the whole day, he saw someone that scared him. Someone from home!" Sam had screamed desperate. The cop had given him a compassionate look.

"Did he tell you he was afraid?"

"No, but I could sense it! He was different."

"Son, I can tell he meant alot to you and I promise we'll look into it but have you considered the possibility that he saw someone from home and then he left with them? Maybe an old lover? Someone like that with the kind of money your friend had access too. He may not have needed to take his things with him."

Sam shook his head.

"No he didn't, he wouldn't do that!"

"Go home Sam, get some rest and maybe he'll call. We'll do whatever we can and we've already got officers canvassing the neighborhood asking if anyone has seen anything."

Sam went home but only long enough to print up missing person's flyers. He plastered the neighborhood with Harry's face. He asked people on the street. Another day passed without word and Sam took desperate measures. He should have called his father first. He'd never slept through Harry getting out of bed before. It wasn't natural.

"Dad I have a case. Please come to California." Sam asked.

"Well Sammy we're just heading down to New Orleans to deal with a vamp nest. Tell me about this case of yours and maybe we can head your way after."

"It's my roommate Harry, he's vanished. He didn't take anything with him. I didn't even hear him leave and he's just gone."

"And?" John's scratchy voice came through the line and Sam almost threw the phone.

"And Nothing! He's gone and I need your help to find him." John released a sigh into the phone.

"Son if you're missing the hunt you're more than welcome to come down to New Orleans to take out the vamps but don't call me up with some cock and bull story and expect me to come running. One missing kid is not a case. I'm sorry your friend is gone but there are people whose lives I can save and I'm not wasting my time."

"What about Harry's life?! Doesn't that matter to you?" Sam yelled. "He's been gone for three days! He might still be okay if we can just find him."

"Son I wish there was more I could do but after three days your friend is probably already dead. Now if anybody else goes missing you call me and I'll head straight there but one kid is just not enough."

Sam screamed and threw the phone against the wall watching it shatter before collapsing to the ground with tears rolling down his face.

A week later Sam sat his finals. He hadn't planned too but with no other leads he had no options. Somehow he passed though if you'd asked him what he wrote on his essay questions or even what those questions were he couldn't have answered. He moved out of Harry's apartment after telling the landlord he could keep the year of advance rent provided he packed up Harry's stuff and kept it in storage for when Harry came back. The landlord had given him a sad look and a compassionate nod.

Sam didn't take anything of Harry's except a picture for his wallet and the DVD set of Merlin that Harry had always found hilariously funny. Sam couldn't watch it though, without dissolving into a mess of tears.

It was a year later while Sam sat alone in the library that a pretty blond girl named Jess had come to sit with him. She told him he looked broken and he told her all about Harry. She listen, she held his hand and spoke in soothing tones. She was nothing like him, but she was kind and soon Sam found a way back to living in the world. The first time Jess kissed him he pushed her away.

"Harry loved you, do you really think he'd want you to be alone?" He thought about her gentle words for weeks after that and the next time she kissed him, he kissed her back.

2008

"Well what the hell are we supposed to do now?" Dean asked the empty room. Sam shrugged, he had no answers. All the talk of Harry Potter had him firmly rooted in his memories. Suddenly a thought occurred to him. No one on earth seemed to know what happened to Harry but maybe. . .

"I think you should call Castiel." Sam told his brother. Dean nodded.

"Yeah I guess so. Cas!"

"Yes?" The angel asked as he appeared with a flutter of wings.

"How are we supposed to fight this guy?" Dean demanded at the same moment Sam asked "What do you know about Harry Potter?"

Castiel and Dean both turned to stare at Sam. Castiel responded in a way Sam had not expected.

"I was wondering when you would ask."

"You knew?" Sam whispered shocked and Castiel nodded even as Dean asked "Knew what?"

"Harry was my charge for many years. I did not interact with him as I do with Dean Winchester but I gave aid when he needed it and. . ." Suddenly Cas hesitated

"And what?" Sam demanded.

"When he was an infant I bestowed a piece my grace upon him. He carries it within him even now."

"Your grace Why? And you say he has it now does that mean he's still alive?" Sam asked not caring how desperate he sounded or that Dean was staring at him like he was crazy.

"His mother gave his life to protect him. Her sacrifice made it possible for me to bestow the blessing. A great evil had attached itself to him. Without my grace he would have been consumed by it." Castiel told him.

"But is he still alive?" Sam asked again.

"Yes. After his destiny was fulfilled I was no longer allowed to intervene but. . .I still kept watch. I was not forbidden to do so. I tried to visit him once after I returned to earth to assist Dean but he would not speak to me."

"Where is he? What happened to him? Do you know?" Sam demanded and again Castiel nodded. "Tell ME!" Sam cried moving forward and shaking the angel by the shoulders. Dean quickly pulled him back.

"Sammy calm down! Cas tell him what he wants to know. He and his roommate were close. Sammy's always been real torn up about how he went missing."

"I know they were close." Castiel responded blandly "Before you met him Sam Harry had been moving from place to place. He knew his enemies were looking for him but when he got to California he stayed too long. As you know he fell in love and Harry was never able to turn away from those he loved. He convinced himself he was well hidden, that they were no longer looking for him. Even when he saw them in the street he convinced himself it was a trick of his eyes.

If he had run that day he probably still would have escaped them but he could not bear to do it.

They came for him at night, waking him from his sleep and using a spell to keep his lover from interfering. Harry could have fought them, even now he could probably escape them if he tried."

"Then why doesn't he?" Sam cried.

"Because they told him if he tried they would kill his lover. They placed a tracker on him so no matter where he goes they can find him and kill him if Harry tries to escape. Harry would do anything to protect those he loves."

"He doesn't need to protect me!" Sam exclaimed desperately.

"Wait what?" Dean asked looking at his brother with wide eyes.

"As far as Harry knows you are the son of a travelling salesman who is studying for his law degree. He's had no contact with the outside world since he was taken."

"Where is he? Can we help him?" Dean asked taking Sam by surprise. Dean caught his look "What? He's important to you. Don't get me wrong we're gonna talk about how you're all secretly gay and stuff but it sounds like he's only in trouble because he wants to protect you."

"If you feel that by helping Harry Potter it will better assist you in preventing the apocalypse. Then my orders not to interfere in his captivity would be voided." Castiel responded.

"I totally think that." Dean said quickly "Also go Cas for finding a loophole."

"Harry Potter is captive in his house. Potter Manor is located in France. It is warded to prevent anyone from entering or leaving. Only his captors know he is there and not even they can breach it's defenses. I am angel and the Manor's wards do not affect me If I take you we should be able to free him."

"Okay lets go get him." Sam replied quickly his heart beating desperately in his chest. Cas hesitated.

"I should warn you. Harry has been locked in Potter Manor for nearly a decade with only himself for company. When I went to see him he would not acknowledge me. He's become a bit odd by human standards."

Author's note: Okay last chapter of the night! Now I am off to bed and the boys are off to rescue Harry.

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