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"They've got dad," Dean whispered shakily.

"Meg?" Sam asked softly.
"What did she say?"

"I just told you Sammy," the older brother said as he started packing.
"We need to go. Now," he said hurried.

"What? Why?"

"Because the demon knows we're in Salvation. It knows we have the Colt and it got dad. It'll come after us next."

"Good," Sam said stubbornly.
"Let them come. We still have three bullets left."

"Listen, we're not ready tough guy!" Dean growled.
"We don't know how many there are out there! We're no good to anybody dead!"

"Dean's right," Harry pointed out.
"Family is more important than wasting a demon."

Sam sighed and nodded in agreement. Really, the more he learned about Harry, the more of a mystery the teen became but he still couldn't help but feel bad for the boy. If half the things he said were true, he had a tougher life than he and Dean had, and while he was about ten years younger than them too.

. . . . .

After a long drive of several hours, they arrived in Sioux Falls. Harry watched curiously through the window, staring at the large sign proclaiming 'Singer Salvage'. He wondered what they were doing in a car salvage yard. Then again, he supposed even Hunters needed actual jobs to pay for everything.

The man, Bobby Singer, and older man with greying brown hair and beard who was dressed like a trucker, handed them all a flask of holy water while eyeing Harry suspiciously. The teen guessed that it had to be something with the whole hunter business that made these people paranoid and immediately snorted at the thought. Not being paranoid in this line of work was suicide after all.

"This is some serious crap you boys walked into," Bobby told them.

"Yeah? How's that?" Sam asked.

"Normal year, you hear about three demonic possessions, maybe four tops," the older hunter started.
"This year I heard of 27 so far. You hear what I'm saying? More and more demons are walking among us. A lot more."

"Do you know why?" Sam asked.

"No. But there's a storm comin' and you boys and your daddy, you're smack in the middle of it."

The large dog Harry had seen in the yard suddenly started barking aggressively, making them all jump up and rush over to the window to see what was going on. A soft whine was heard before the dog fell silent again. Bobby pulled the curtains away and peered out, finding the dog missing.

"Something's wrong," he said.

At the same moment, the door got kicked open violently and a girl with short blond hair and a red leather jacket walked in. Harry swallowed nervously and looked over to the brothers. He guessed this was the demon Meg they'd been talking about.

"No more crap, okay," she hissed, glaring at them.

Dean strode towards her while unscrewing the flask of holy water, but before he could use it, Meg slapped him hard enough to have him flying through the room and slamming in a large pile of books. Harry's Holly wand immediately slid in his hand from the holster and he aimed it at the demon.

"Stupi-"

He couldn't even finish the incantation before an invisible force slammed Harry backwards and pinned him against the wall. Meg cocked her head curiously and smirked.

"Well, isn't this a lovely surprise?" she mocked.
"Little Harry Potter, Hero of the Light. I heard rumors about your disappearance."

She walked closer to the two remaining hunters still standing. Sam pulled Bobby behind him and started backing up. Meg sneered and approached again while throwing threats and taunts their way, until suddenly, she couldn't move forward again. Her eyes widened in shock and looked up, finding a Devil's Trap drawn on the ceiling above her.

Dean and Harry, who was now once again free from the demon's telepathic powers, walked back into the room and went to stand next to Sam and Bobby. All of them grinning smugly.

"Gotcha," Dean said.

. . . . .

"I salted the doors and windows," Bobby said when he walked back into the room.
"If there are any more demons out there, they aint getting in."

Dean nodded and stood up from where he, Sam and Harry had been sitting.

"Where's our father, Meg?" he asked.

"You didn't ask very nice," the demon mocked sarcastically.

"Where's our father, bitch," the oldest brother corrected himself.

"Jeez! Do you kiss your mother with that mouth? Oh. I forgot. You don't."

"Do you think this is a freaking game?! Where is he?! What have you done to him?!"

"He died screaming. I killed him myself."

Harry winced as Dean slapped her across the face with all his strength, knowing the demon had just really pissed the man off. If it had been a human, Harry would have felt bad for her. He still did just a little, at least until he reminded himself what this creature had already done in the past.

"That's kind of a turn-on. You hitting a girl," Meg mocked.

"You're no girl."

"Dean," Bobby said, standing up and walking out of the room.

Harry and the two Winchesters followed him.

"You okay?" Sam asked his brother.

"She's lying. Dad isn't dead," Dean muttered in reply.

"Dean, you gotta be careful," Bobby told him.
"Don't hurt her."

"Why?"

"Because she really is a girl."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"She's possessed," Bobby told them.
"That's a human possessed by a demon. Can't you tell?"

"Are you trying to tell me there's an innocent girl trapped in there somewhere?" Dean asked incredulously.

"I can help," Harry spoke up for the first time since this whole thing started.

"How?" Dean asked.

Harry swallowed and looked between the three hunters now all staring at him curiously.

"I'm not really sure if it'll work," he admitted.
"It's not like I'm trained in it or anything, and the only time I actually did this, it was by accident, but if there really is a human in there, and she actually has a human mind with memories and everything, I should be able to at least give it a try."

"Try what?" Sam asked confused.

"Legilimency," Harry replied.
"Read her mind."

Bobby and Sam looked shocked at the young teen, while Dean just nodded.

"Do it," he ordered.

Harry nodded at him and turned back towards the demon. Taking a deep breath, he took out his wand and aimed it at the girl. Meg raised a brow, a small sliver of fear appearing in her eyes before she quickly masked it with a cocky smirk.

"What are you going to do, little wizard?" she asked mockingly.

"Legilimence!" Harry muttered.

Nothing happened and Meg chuckled a bit in amusement. Harry frowned and tried again.

"Legilimence!"

"Nice try, kid."

"Legilimence!" Harry called for the third time.

This time, he almost had it. Flashes of a girl, Meg, walking towards the university campus, smiling before black smoke overtook her. With a painful smash inside Harry's head, he was thrown out again. He groaned in pain, grabbing the side of his head. Sam was by his side almost immediately, steadying him as he staggered backwards.

"Look at you," Meg taunted.
"The Boy-Who-Lived, trying to play with the big boys. You think you can save anyone? You couldn't even save your own godfather."

Harry gritted his teeth and stood back up, swaying a little as he tried to steady himself. Ignoring the looks he received from the hunters at Meg's taunts. This was not the moment for explanations, and they knew that too. Getting John back was more important in the end.

"Legilimence!" Harry called for a last time.

A rush overcame him as he finally entered the demon's mind. At first, all he saw was flashes, but that turned into whole scenes soon enough. He grinned as he saw the location of where the demons were holding the oldest Winchester. Just in time too, as shortly after, he was violently shoved back out of the demon's mind. Harry flew backwards a few feet even in real life, and both Sam and Dean had to catch him to stop him from falling on his ass.

"You alright, kid?" Dean asked.

"Yeah," Harry replied, smiling weakly.
"I did it. I found out where they're keeping him."

. . . . .

Harry couldn't get the image of the girl, the real Meg, dying out of his head. They'd exorcised the demon, but the girl's body was too broken and beat up to keep her alive without the being's help. She'd thanked them for saving her, told them she'd been possessed for a whole year. He felt incredibly bad for what had been done to her, but at least she was at peace now.

With a sigh, he refocused on the task at hand. They were watching the Sunrise Apartments where Harry had learned the Winchester's father was being kept. He knew there were several other demons guarding John, but even Meg hadn't known exactly how many, or at least Harry hadn't seen it in her mind, and with the location being an apartment building, they could be possessing anyone.

"They probably know exactly what we look like," Sam sighed.
"And they can look like anybody."

"This sucks," Dean muttered.

"Tell me about it. So how do we get in?"

"We pull the fire alarm, get all the civilians out."

"But then the city responds in what? Seven minutes?"

"Seven minutes exactly," Dean agreed.

"I can do that," Harry volunteered quickly.
"Meg wasn't expecting me to be with you guys, so I bet they don't know me either."

Dean nodded in agreement. Harry grinned a bit and took his bag from his shoulders, pulling something out before handing it to Sam.

"What's this?" the tall hunter asked as he looked at the old looking cloak.

"An Invisibility Cloak," Harry replied with a shrug.
"You put it on and no one can see you anymore. Figured we might need it for this."

"Can't wait for that talk we'll be having after this is all over," Dean grunted.

Harry chuckled a bit and walked out onto the street. He walked into the building with a casual stroll, knowing that if he just acted like he belonged there, no one would look twice. It helped that he actually had properly fitting clothes since coming to the US. Dudley's old clothes always landed him with unwanted attention.

He got to the fire alarm in the entrance hall without any trouble, only having to dive out of the way from one man walking out before he could pull it. When the alarm started going off Harry waited a little for other people to start rushing out of the building before he joined them.

The firefighters were already at the scene when Harry walked back out of the apartment. Looking around, he found Dean frantically talking to one of the firemen to distract him from Sam sneaking around underneath Harry's cloak. When he spotted Harry, he gave a shout of relief and rushed over.

"There you are, Tommy!" he said.
"Your mom was terrified when the alarm went and she couldn't find you!"

Harry gave a small grin and looked up to the fussing hunter. It was a really funny thing to see Dean act like that while knowing how he usually was. And maybe a little creepy.

"Sorry," he muttered, making sure to be quiet enough not to let his accent get through.

They quickly pulled back towards the bushes on the other side of the street where they were out of sight from the masses and waited. Shortly after their arrival, Sam came back as well. He pulled the cloak off and handed it back to Harry with a nod in thanks and handed a fireman's uniform to Dean.

"Let's go in," Dean said as he put it on.

"I'm right behind you," Harry agreed as he pulled the cloak over himself.

The two brothers donned the firemen uniforms while Harry followed after them under his cloak. They rushed back into the building with the EMF, looking for spikes to tell them where the demon's might be keeping John.

"Always wanted to become a fireman when I grew up," Dean commented lightly.

"You never told me that!" Sam replied shocked.

Harry chuckled a bit, but fell quiet almost immediately when the EMF spiked and started making more noise. Taking a deep breath, Harry took his wand out of its holster and waited as Dean knocked on the door. And called out that the people inside should evacuate. The door opened, and Sam and Dean stormed in. A small fight commenced before the two hunters were able to overtake the demons and stuff them in the closet. Harry walked in once they were secured behind a salt line and took off the cloak.

He went ahead of the brothers into the bedroom, wand raised in case some other demon was still there. There wasn't. John Winchester was lying on the bed, unconscious, and tied to the four sides of the bed. Dean and Sam walked in right behind him.

"Dad!" Dean called as he saw the man.

He rushed to the bedside and leaned over, his ear next to the older hunter's mouth.

"He's still breathing," he told Sam and Harry relieved.

Dean grabbed his pocket knife and grabbed one tied wrist while Harry aimed his wand at the older man's tied ankle.

"Wai!" Sam called.
"He could be possessed for all we know."

The tallest male took out a flask of holy water and walked over to the bed. He poured some over John and Harry and the two brothers held their breaths waiting. John slowly rose and looked at his son's drowsily.

"Sam?" he asked sleepily confused.
"Did you just splash me with water?"

"Dad, you okay?" Dean asked.

John gave a muttered reply while Harry quickly muttered a 'Diffindo' to cut the bonds and helped him sit up. Dean nodded in thanks, and glanced over to his dad to make sure he hadn't seen anything. Sam helped his brother with keeping their dad upright. They walked him out of the bedroom, Harry walking in front of them with his wand drawn and thanking God that America seemed too lax to look into magic use in the muggle world.

The door to the apartment was kicked in and two possessed men walked in. Harry took on a defensive stance when he saw them approach and pointed his wand at them.

"Confringo!" he yelled before looking back at the Winchesters.
"Back up! I'll hold them off!" he ordered them.

Dean nodded and started leading his father and brother back into the bedroom and towards the window. Harry waited for the large explosion to be gone to see if the demons were still in one piece. One of them came charging at him and Harry barely had the time to blast him back with an 'Expeliarmus' before he backed up into the other room.

"Colloportus!" he shouted to the door and it slammed closed and locked itself.

Sam was there right behind him and he put a salt line in front of the door.

"Dean and dad are down the fire escape," Sam told Harry.

The teen nodded and ran over to the window and slid through, Sam following right behind him.

"That door gonna hold?" Sam asked.

"Spell can't be undone without a counter spell."

Sam frowned, obviously wanting to ask questions, but he restrained himself and nodded. Harry smiled grateful and helped Sam salt the window before they climbed down the stairs. They barely touched the street or Sam was tackled by a man with great force.

"Expeliarmus!" Harry cried out, throwing the man off Sam while Dean ran over to help.

The demon looked up and grabbed Dean, throwing him through the street and into a car. Harry winced and held up his wand again, only for the demon to use his telekinesis to throw Harry backwards. The young wizard slammed against a wall and was knocked unconscious by the blow.

The demon went back to Sam and started hitting him as hard as he could, more than likely breaking not only his nose, but his cheekbone and other places as well. A shot rang through the air and electric shocks went through the demon as a bullet buried itself in the side of his head.

"Sam!" Dean called out as he lowered the Colt and ran over to his brother.

The two of them looked at the human corpse that once housed the demon attacking them. Dean swallowed and looked over to his younger brother.

"Let's get out of here," he said.

Dean moved to help their dad up while Sam went to Harry's side. The teen groaned in pain and blinked furiously. His hand slowly rose to his bleeding scalp and sighed heavily.

"And here I thought coming to the US meant I wouldn't get in life threatening situations," he muttered.