A/N: So because no-one else inputted anything else about the slash thing then I'll assume y'all don't care? Am I right? Well like it or not it's going in.

Chapter 7 - Road Trip!

Harry supposed he should have been more upset that John had left already. But...he wasn't. Sue it annoyed him, He desperately wanted to know his dad but his brothers took him. His brothers.

His brothers. His brothers. His brothers. Merlin!

He would never tire of hearing those two words. They had been traveling aimlessly for a few days staying in motels and eating junk. While it wasn't the burrow or anything remotely the same he was with his family.

He had a family. Him. Harry James Potter-Winchester. He had a family.

And that just filled him with glee


They were driving down the highway. The Impala was cruising softly and Sam was asleep in the front seat and Harry. They had taken car of the supposed 'hell house' while pranking the ghost facers team as they left.

"So how was your first hunt squirt" Dean asked as he turned down the radio.

"Are they all like that?" Harry asked

"Some are then some aren't..It depends on what you're hunting" Dean replied. Normally he would have just left Harry to do the research but he seemed to have inherited Sammy's stubborn streak.

"I suppose that's true" He yawned

"you should get some sleep" He said. Harry smiled slightly at his mother hen attitude.

"I would...but..."

"Nightmares" Dean guessed.

"Yeah" He said quietly

"You know...We're here if you need to talk...We're family" Dean said. Though he wasn't into the whole chick-flick thing he would still go through a thousand of those if it would erase the bags he saw under his brothers eyes.

"I know Dean...It's just hard" He said. Dean nodded and was placated. For now.


They were on their way to Fitchburg Wisconsin. "Dude! You probably just missed something" Dean said for the third time once again bringing up the old argument.

"Dean! I checked everything. No strange sighting or police reports or nay red flags in the local newspaper. Nothing Nada!"

"Dad sent us the co-ordinates Sam...Maybe it's something that hasn't been reported yet" Harry pointed out. Sam let out a breath of frustration.

"Maybe"

"Besides...I'm sure there's stuff in Fitchburg worth killing"

"And you know this how?" Sam asked.

"Cause I'm the oldest which means I'm always right " He said

"No it doesn't" Both Sam and Harry said at the same time.


Fitchburg Population: 20,501. Boring. Nothing worth doing really it was just another farming town with a few good bars and diners.

Sam and Harry stood by the Impala one reading Johns journal and the other quietly contemplating. As Dean walked over holding three coffee cups he said "Local waitress thinks that the local free masonry is up to something but besides that nothing"

"What's wrong with this" He said pointing to the playground across from them. A woman sat on a bench while two young girls, presumably her, played on the jungle gym.

"School's out" Dean said.

"Exactly..But where are the kids?" Harry said before walking over to the woman.

"It's a bit quiet" Harry said conversationally

"I know...A terrible shame too. All those poor kids sick"

"Sick? Sorry but I'm thinking of volunteering down at the hospital, I haven't heard anything like this"

"I hope you can. It's just a few five or six maybe but there serious...Like hospital serious"

"Okay..thank you I must be getting home" He said walking off and back to his brothers "Seems like there's a hunt after all"

"What?" Sam asked

"Somethings making kids sick" He said nodding the three men slipped into the Impala and drove off as the girl and woman remained in the park.


Harry studied the passage before speaking up. "Hey guys..I found it. A shtriga is an Albanian witch who...Feed off kids life forces"

"That's just...Sick" Sam said while Dean didn't even hear. He found himself immersed in the past.

"Supposedly they're immune to anything that man has made"

"That's not right...She's vulnerable while she's feeding. If you hit her with wrought iron rounds then she is blasted away"

"How...Did you know that" Sam asked

"Uh...Dad told me" He said he noticed Harry staring intently at him feeling heated he quickly said "What?"

"Nothing. Nothing. So what else did...Dad mention" Harry asked still looking at Dean with eyes that read like he knew. But he couldn't. Could he?

"Nope that's it" He said quickly.

"So..Anyway Shtriga's disguise themselves while they hunt"

"Disguise as?"

"Normally..Something inconspicuous. An old woman usually"

"Wait a minute at the hospital I saw a patient...An old woman"

"An old woman...Phew call the coats guard" Sam said

"Smart-ass. Look at the map. All the kids getting sick are happening around the hospital"

"And...What;s the old woman got to do with anything"

"She had an inverted cross in her room" Dean said and all traces of joking left Sam's face.


"No! I'm not going to wait her while you and Dean go out!" Harry snapped.

"Harry" Dean groaned

"NO! Dean! Either I come with or we wait until morning"

"Harry! Listen to me! We cannot afford to let this thing get away!" Dean said

"Fine!" Harry said storming off.

"Was I like that growing up?" Sam asked.

"No...You were worse" Dean said.

"Hey!"

"You asked"

"Jerk"

"Bitch"

Harry was bored. So very bored and being bored was not a good thing for him. He had often said it was the thing he loved most about him. He had said he loved how he was so incapable of being tamed. Shaking his head he pushed thoughts like that away. It was a year ago. He was over that. He was! But the nightmares told differently. He just couldn't help it. One moment it would be Sirus telling him what he had done then it would morph into his face and then he would lose it.

Sighing he walked around the motel room. He looked over at the owners room and saw Micheal's, the owners oldest son, room had a strange light emitting from it. The Shtriga was here. In Micheal's room.

Cursing he grabbed the iron gun Dean had supplied him with and ran to Micheal's room. Dean was right. They had one chance at this and they needed to be quick.


"I swear I was gonna smoke that old woman" Dean exclaimed.

"Well it look like we're back at square one"

"Wait a minute...Who do you trust most of all with your family information and is seen around a hospital"

"Dr Heidacker" Sam said suddenly "And the Shtriga goes after siblings and Asher was attacked last night.."

"Micheal" Dean said tightening his grip on the steering wheel. In a tense silence they sped of towards the motel.

They arrived to find Harry sat outside holding a shotgun in hi hands and Micheal holding his mum close. "It's over" He said simply walking back to the room.

"Harry...What did you do"

"I presume that you know the Shtriga was Dr Heidacker right" When they nodded he carried on" Well I was bored then I noticed a strange light coming from Micheal's room. I knew the Shtriga was there so I grabbed the gun you left me and ran over there, When I got there it was drawing Micheal's energy from his mouth. I shot it and it fell. End of story"

"Are you sure it's de-" Dean asked when the window burst open and the Shtriga burst in. Throwing Dean and Harry off to the side it closed in on Sam. Gripping him by the throat he drew Sam's energy from him.

Stilling Sam began to turn a grey colour. Seeing red Dean jumped up and shot the creature three times. It fell to the side and Sam gave a shuddering breath. Walking over to the creature that had mocked him of his own failure to protect his brother he shot it three more times until it collapsed in on itself erasing itself from sight. Silvery patterns of energy flew outwards back to their owners.

"Okay...Now it's dead" Harry groaned holding his head.


They were leaving. Harry was helping Dean pack up outside. Grabbing Harry's bag along with his he made his way out the door. A white piece of paper slipped from Harry's open bag.

Bending down he picked it up and saw it wasn't a piece of paper like he had though. it was a picture. On the front it showed Harry, looking a year younger and another boy. They were laughing and then they moved!

The two people moved in for a kiss. Frowning he turned it over and read the back.

Harry James Potter and Cedric Diggory

4th year.