Chapter: Let the Good Times Roll (In Case God Doesn't Show)

A/N A lot of memories here. Some straight from Canon, some fabricated. The point is, hopefully you understand the characters a little bit better without changing your overall opinion of them. These are not memories meant to redeem or damn any character, they just are.

Harry, Dean, Cas and Hagrid were all within the antechamber, in an awkward silence, unsure of how to proceed. The half giant shifted slightly, and Dean's hand instinctively went to pull Harry closer. Hagrid gave a stifled cough, pretending not to notice as he gazed around the chamber. Faintly the end of the lockdown was heard, calling all the students to the Great Hall.

"Let's get you out of there." Hagrid said softly, beginning to open a large chest. There was footsteps behind him and he turned.

"Evening, Hagrid." Tom Riddle greeted. Hagrid eyed the boy warily. Tom sighed, looking down in remorse. "I'm going to have to turn you in. I don't think you meant it to kill anyone..." he explained. Hagrid felt his heart begin to pound.

"You can't. You don't understand." Hagrid tried to reason, but there was no way to prove his innocence.

"The dead girl's parents will be here tomorrow." Tom pressed, and it felt like a slap to the face. Someone had died. A girl he knew, and frequently saw as he ran around to classes. "The least Hogwarts can do..." Tom pulled out his wand. "...is make sure the thing that killed their daughter is slaughtered."

"It wasn't him." Hagrid argued, standing in front of the chest. "Aragog never killed no one. Never."

"Monsters don't make good pets, Hagrid." Tom spat. He looked at Hagrid, as if the half giant were also a monster. "Now, stand aside."

"No!"

"Stand aside, Hagrid." Tom repeated, as if he did not want to hurt him.

"No!" Hagrid repeated, but by this time Aragog had escaped the chest and was fleeing from the room.

"Cistem Aperio! Arania Exumai!" Tom shouted, the beams of light barely missing.

"Aragog! Aragog!" Hagrid called out, going to chase after the spider. Tom blocked his way.

"I can't let you go. They'll have your wand for this, Hagrid. You'll be expelled."

"I er, won't be telling no one 'bout what I heard. I…I know the things others can say about us monster breeds." Hagrid looked down at his hands. "I jus' don' want your boy here getting' blamed when sumin bad happens."

"Thank you." Harry whispered, laying a hand on Hagrid's massive ones. He could see a sheen in the giant's eyes hinting at sadness, but the man chuckled instead.

"Ya have a good heart there. I think that, that is what matters. What should matter." Hagrid trailed off.

"So you were able to run away and get Harry to safety." Dean clarified. He was fully aware that this was not the case, however Harry had already chosen to accept the man's silence. Dean was uncertain if Harry trusted to easily or was amazing at surrounding himself with people who were to be trusted. The door opened for them, Albus smiling slightly. This was a man that Dean did not trust, and he knew that the wizard did not trust him in return.

"Professor Winchester, would it be possible for you to explain what had happened?" Albus asked kindly, folding his hands in front of him. Dean made his stance more casual, acting as if he were thinking back.

"The plan was to have Professor Novak and Hagrid here follow my voice through the forest until I spotted the boggart and got it distracted. Then they would douse him in the solution. This worked for the most part, until Harry showed up. My fear of a dead man turned to failing my son. This boggart was no longer anything I recognized. What's your opinion on that?" Dean asked. Albus blinked slowly, taken aback that Dean would ask him anything.

"It is possible for a boggart to manifest an intangible fear. However, I have not heard of a fear changing so suddenly." Albus replied, implying that he detected deceit.

"Yeah, well, you get shoved into a new situation, and parent mode gets shot up to heaven itself. I had Hagrid hightail it out of there with Harry. I had to get back to Hunter mode, I have never had Harry in danger before, I mean, hey, and we're a family of hunters with the best anti monster gear. But here is a monster I have never seen before, and I don't know what to do. Sammy is my encyclopedia, I'm lost. Once Harry was gone though, it was pretty simple to remember that what I was seeing was a fear shifter. My more permanent fear came back. By this time I'm already hopped up on adrenaline and I just shoot. Cas, Cas is the sane one." Harry gave a small laugh from behind them. "He ganked the monster, so that's done for you."

"Yes, then thanks are in order. A shortened version for the student body would be sufficient in calming their fears." Albus conceded. "Mr. Winchester, you may go to your seat." Harry nodded, and left out of the chamber, but was accosted by Sam. The taller man pulled him into a hug, before setting him back on the ground. Whispers broke out when Severus calmly placed a hand atop of Harry's head as the trio spoke to each other. Severus cast a dark scowl over the student body as Harry descended to the Gryffindor table. Finally, unable to contain himself Draco slammed his hands on the table.

"You alright Harry?" He shouted from the Slytherin table. Harry grinned.

"Yeah, I'm alright." Harry shouted back. The blond gave a curt nod and sat back in his seat, just as Dean stepped up to the podium. The students fell into silence, looking at him expectantly. Dean nervously cleared his throat.

"Hey there students, I just wanted to assure all of you that there is nothing to fear. A boggart was what set off your alarms. Even if it had gotten away from Professor Novak, Hagrid and myself, it could not have harmed you, the alarms were just concerned about the incredible size of the 'fake' monster. That being said, I heard you guys did wonderful!" The students beamed, nodding to each other. "I like it! Shows real Hogwarts pride. 50 points to each house." Chatter rose up among the tables. Behind Dean, Mad Eye leaned in to speak with Albus.

"You trust this man Albus?" Moody asked, his eye whizzing around and locking in on Harry.

"I have no reason to distrust him as of yet." Albus said slowly, his eyes not leaving the man joking around at the podium. Moody nodded at the hidden message, and hobbled away, intent on investigating the Winchester's himself. Albus took this time to step up to the podium, and gently take over. "Students, as much as I regret to inform you, we must return to classes today." There was a collective groan. "Now, now. You all did show admirable skills today, and for that, I will forbid your professors from assigning homework on this day." Severus scowled darkly. "I will leave you another twenty minutes of break, then hustle off to whichever classes you are meant to be in. Have a great day students!"

Fred and George sat on either side of Harry, giving him expectant looks. Harry stared resolutely at his plate. The Twins nodded to one another and stayed in their seats, scowling darkly at anyone who came close, looking for the same answer. All too soon the break was over and the first year ran off with Ron to reach Potions on time. Fred smiled a bit upon seeing the shock of blond and bushy brown chasing after the pair. George laid a hand on Fred's shoulder, an identical grin on his face. The sparkle appeared in their eyes as a few Slytherin students reached out to lost looking Gryffindors, red and green walking out in mixed groups towards the dungeons. The dynamic duo left for their class, not aware of the approving smile on Professor Novak's face.

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Taleven remained in the Ministry medical bay, unable to be released under Kingsley's orders. He was healing well, the only major thing holding him back was his wand arm healing. It had been broken in two separate places, and the mediwizard had suggested merely vanishing the bone and regrowing it, but Taleven had decided against it. He needed time to think about how irresponsible he had been. The trap had not even been that well laid out, but he had been so desperate to hear from Tonks that he had ignored the warnings. Even though they were both Half-Bloods, he should never expected her to call using the telephone. When he had arrived, it hadn't even looked like Tonks. Taleven tilted his head to the side. So, Tonks never really looked like Tonks, but he knew. It was in the eyes. Darkness, cruelty, superiority. Several medinurses ran in as his alarms started to go off, eyes wide and mouth open in a silent scream. Such darkness. A Darkness that had been in him as well.

"He's emptying his stomach over here!" One called out, vanishing the mess from the blankets and shoving a bedpan onto his lap, while another helped him lean over. She released him with a yelp as he began to heat up. The Mediwizard rushed in, seeing his nurse's scorched hand, he checked Taleven's temperature.

"Steady, it's just his skin." Several suspended lines of light appeared in various colors, then began to move in time of their separate data recordings. "He's going into shock. One of you cool him down, the rest tie him down." They looked at him uncertainly before moving into action. As soon as the final straps were latched, his screams were no longer silent. The light blue line began to pulse rapidly, and erratically. "Oh Merlin…"

"Unstrap him! His core is going to explode!" One of the medinurses cried out.

"It will pass, it is just an episode." The Mediwizard said firmly, though his eyes told another story. The nearest, and smallest nurse, fidgeted slightly before reaching over and unlatching an arm. Wild eyes stared at her from the bed before she was blasted back by a wave of magic. Three wands were immediately pointed at the patient's face.

"Wait!" The mediwizard and his two remaining nurses looked over. While the smallest nurse had been blasted clean through the wall into the next empty room, she was encased in a silvery protective bubble. There was not a single scratch on her. It slowly dissolved away. "Look." The male nurse was the first to move, gasping in awe. The next room was filled with dozens of flowers, much like what stage magicians used. All the data readings returned to normal, and Taleven fell into an easy rest, knowing that magic could still be as pure as he thought it was at his first magic show.

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Harry was diligently working on his potion, casting a glance at Sam and Severus occasionally. Ron leaned over, frowning when he realized his potion color did not match Harry's. He wanted to talk to the remained of his family about what had happened in the woods. Especially Sam, because he now suspected that his Uncle's psychic powers were actually demon powers. It could be the only reason Dean did not shoot him. Sam moved to the storage room, and Harry debated following him.

"Sev, you have not an ounce of Salxen Vivambria." Sam called out, returning to the classroom. Severus muttered to himself, before beckoning Sam closer to look over a journal with him. While Harry could not hear a word the potions master said, Sam's disbelief caused him to repeat much of what was being said, loud enough for Harry to hear. "France, can't you just pop over there?" Severus responded after snapping at a student to watch the use of beetle legs. "Draco's dad? Yeah I guess I could go with him. He can't go alone why?" Whatever Severus said must have been amusing because Sam gave a chuckle. "How do I know he won't just drag me along shopping anyway?" Harry began to move forward, his finished potion ready to be graded.

"No doubt that he will. Allow him a day to indulge before simply criticizing his choices so harshly that he wishes to run home to his wife and be swooned over." Severus looked over at Harry, and then at the clock. "Done already?" Harry nodded, placing the vial on the desk. He reached into his pocket and gave Severus the pass out of class provided for him by Dumbledore for his meeting. "Are you sure you are up to this?" Severus asked. Harry nodded, knowing this was as close that Severus would get to asking him if he was okay. "Very well. Sam will be leaving for France tomorrow, it would be best to say goodbye now." Harry hugged Sam tightly before leaving the classroom. The walk was silent, but peaceful.

"Chocolate Frogs." The griffin moved out of the way, and Harry stepped onto the rising staircase. He knocked curtly, and was allowed entry.

"Good day Mr. Winchester." Albus greeted, offering a bit of candy. Harry declined, taking a seat. Albus steeped his fingers and looked levelly at the boy in front of him. "The reason I wish to speak to you, is because your letter was addressed to a hotel room. I merely wish to ease some of my own fears. You do in fact have a stable home, don't you?"

"I was raised on the road sir. Baby, uh, my Dad's car, is our home. We stay in hotels a lot, but home base is with my Grandpa Bobby." Harry replied, trying not to give too much away. "We are Hunters... people don't really like us staying around much." Albus nodded understandingly. "We were in London because Sam saw a case about a boy making the glass case off a snake exhibit disappear. When he called the Hunters here, none of them had memory of being Hunters. Get this, we are in the car, and this lady appears out of nowhere. She is babbling about a boy trying to make her forget. This is a red flag, so Sam tries to get her to calm down. He takes her ID to see if maybe she is just a loony, and BAM she's gone again. We looked at her ID, across the ocean so we came right away. We Winchester's are some of the best Hunters in America, so we wanted to help. But then, this giant event happened in Little Whinging before we even got there to investigate."

"Excuse me?" Albus interrupted at once. Harry looked up at the paintings around.

"Oh, it's a town a bit away from London. Anyway, we get to her house, and she's long gone says the neighbor. We actually had dinner with them, very nice. They had a nephew named Harry too."

"You had dinner with the Dursley's." Albus said slowly.

"Yeah, I think that was the name."

"That is impossible." Albus said. Harry raised an eyebrow. "The Dursley's died before dinner." Albus took this opportunity. "Mr. Winchester, it seems someone has messed with your memory."

"I did not mention which day we arrived." Harry responded.

"The Ministry caught Ms. Mayberry, the woman, several miles away. If you had just missed her, it would have been the day the Dursley's died."

"All of them are gone?" Harry asked softly. "Even Harry?" Albus faced an internal dilemma momentarily, but he pushed it down.

"Shot. Mr. Winchester. You and your family may have been forced to enact horrible deeds. Would you allow me go into your mind?" Albus asked again. Harry stood, looking Albus right in the eyes.

"No, I don't think so, Sir. My mind is my own, and if someone made me do horrible things, I would much rather not remember." There was a push, and Harry felt like he was falling.

Albus looked around, the atmosphere of the place feeling extremely heavy. He made to move forward, only to pull back as his boot dissolved in the black lava before him. The stone ledge he was on, was impossibly thin, and there was nothing behind him. A bolt of blinding lightning seared into the ground right to the front of him, a warning. Albus ignored this, looking at the distance, to the large cupboard shaped castle. The door opened, beckoning him with tacked up memories drawn in crayon. Taking all of his will power Albus began to walk, the burning fading to nothing once it proved ineffective in deterring him. The sky lit up with lightning bolts, forcing Albus to retreat to the ledge. Suddenly Harry was before him. "Out!" With a final shove to the old man, everything disappeared.

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Sam dusted himself off as he stepped through the fireplace, having only stumbled a small amount that time. He took a look around giving a low whistle. Bobby gave him a sidelong look, shoving his hands in his pockets. The taller man turned to him and gave a large grin.

"The place looks great. I didn't realize you were a handy man." Sam said. A few of the chairs had been mended of their tears, the kitchen repainted so that the faded outlines of pictures past no longer haunted the walls, as well as new curtains blocking out unnecessary light from outside. Sam walked over to the bookshelf, picking up a small photo. It was a well-built man, with dark hair, and even darker eyes. In his arms a hunted deer, leaving a pool of blood at his feet. "Where did you find this?"

"It had been there, with a layer of dust thicker than your brains." Bobby replied, taking a seat in the chair closest to the now orange fire. "I hope you have something new for me, because I wouldn't be here playing house wife if I had a book to be looking through." Sam set the photo down, bringing his leather drawstring bag in front of him. He took the rolled up parchment from the infirmary and handed it over.

"This warning came. Lilith has an idea of where we are, Voldemort may be back, and the prophet told us to keep Harry as far away as possible." Bobby studied the paper, which was back in its original language.

"Now this I can work with." Bobby got up and pushed on the end of a book case, exposing a turning wall, with a second bookcase on the back.

"Woah." Bobby smirked, shifting through his books. "Where do these stairs lead?"

"The Bat Cave, where else." Bobby replied sarcastically. "Turn it the other way, it leads to the panic room." Bobby explained, as he brought the large tome to the rounded table. Sam shifted on his feet in disbelief before turning the wall the other way, gasping at amazement. Within the secondary room was a medical table, which Sam assumed was made of silver, several boxes of supplies, a whole cabinet of various ammo, and inscriptions carved straight into the walls. "Still need to get the sleeping things and all, but for the most part it is done."

"Hopefully we never have to use it."

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Harry wearily blinked his eyes open, seeing the bright ceiling of the Infirmary. He could feel that his left contact was missing, and turned on to his left side so his eye would be hidden by the surprisingly cushioned pillow. There was a small clearing of the throat as someone entered his curtained off section. Harry let his blue eye travel up from where he had been looking at the floor to see Blaise Zabini standing there, holding himself awkwardly. Debating for a moment, Harry sat up, using his knee to hide his green eye. This position made him look vulnerable, but it was better than the alternative.

"Draco asked me to check on you." Blaise offered as explanation. Harry nodded. "He is in a fire call with his father." Harry thought it strange, since Lucius was meant to be in France shopping till he dropped. Unless Draco had called him to talk to Sam about Harry.

"I appreciate you coming out to check on me. I will let Draco know you stopped by. You may leave if you wish." Harry said at last, knowing that Blaise did not particularly care for him one way or another. Blaise however took the seat by the bed, staring down at his hands. Harry let his pretentious facade fall a bit.

"What's it like? Being named after Harry Potter?" Blaise asked, looking off to the distance. Harry heaved a sigh, sitting up straight since his green eye was away from Blaise.

"The thing is...I'm not. Potter would be in our year, wouldn't he? Didn't really become famous until after he got rid of … You Know Who. I was literally born the day after he was, it's just a coincidence. But the thing is, people don't think about that. Which I understand. Potter ended a war, it must have felt like he had been famous forever." Harry shifted the necklace around his neck. "Dad says I look just like a Harry though. When they found me, they thought I was a lot younger and decided that they would name me that before finding out I was actually five, and could speak and tell them I was named Harry already."

"So did you spend any time in a Foster care?"

"Yes, the state I was found in, they were making it very difficult for my parents to adopt me. The legal reasoning was, it isn't just finder's keepers, and they were suspects as to what killed my birth parents." Harry explained. "Then, all of a sudden, it went through, have a happy day, go on your way."

"Just like that? Why?" Blaise asked, intrigued. Harry smiled a bit, glad Blaise was breaking down his walls. He did not like the icy mask the Slytherin wore.

"My Pa, Professor Novak, thinks it was a miracle from God. My Dad and Uncle both accused each other of threatening the guy in charge of my case. What I think, and mind you I've never told them this, I think a nice witch helped them along." Harry said. The entire story was of course fabricated, though he did not know just how much truth there was to it.

"How so? Someone you knew?"

"In a way yes, I saw her a lot around, I thought perhaps she knew my mother was just afraid to approach because, let's face it, my new family is a bit intimidating."

Ms. Figg watched from her window as Harry weeded the garden, and wondered if the Dursley's would take a trip soon. She did always like when Harry came to visit, even if he did think she was a crazy old cat lady. Her half Kneazles loved her dearly, but the moment that wonderful stepped into her home they would flock to him, creating a chaos of purrs. She remembered Harry as a baby, smiling with Lily and James, and it broke her heart each time she saw him look upwards to the sky, because she knew he was looking for them. Vernon came bumbling out, cuffing the boy in the back of the head, and yelling at the six year old to repaint the house. Anger filled her, and she was ashamed that not even the slightest crack appeared in the cup she held.

"Did you recognize her at all?" Blaise asked. "You think she was working there, or just went after you because she cared?" Harry thought on it for a moment.

"I think she did work there. Which, I think there should be a magical person, Squib, Half, Muggle born, working in the Muggle world to look for kids like me. She asked me a lot of questions, maybe to make sure I was really who she thought, or to see if I had magic at all."

Harry smiled slightly as he took a cookie from the offered plate. Ms. Figg sat down in her chair, and leveled him with an even gaze. She had heard of how Harry had apparently changed the teacher's hair blue. Well, they had not accused Harry, but who else could it have been? She smiled and asked him about his day. Harry began to speak, words tumbling out of his mouth quicker than his mouth could form them. Then the question she had been waiting for. Immediately after asking Harry had shrunk up, as if he had something wrong. Ms. Figg grabbed the nearest cat and pulled a coin from its ear. Harry sat up a bit straighter watching in awe.

"Magic is very real."

"We were going into another monthly review, and everything was a disaster. It was the worst one yet, everyone was unprepared. Dad did actually threaten someone that time. They left the room to discuss, and came back and told us we were approved. I left with them immediately."

She walked through the debris, the only thing left partially intact was the small cupboard, a few drawings curling up with the wind. Despite being a Squib, she could feel magical traces quite easily, and upon finding that the men that had entered the house were no wizards, she did not start a pursuit. She could still faintly see the brake lights in the distance. Petunia could at least act as a buffer, because despite treating the boy poorly, she still loved her sister, and would let any follower of Voldemort take the boy. He would be fine, she mused, and returned to her home.

"Incredible stroke of luck." Blaise said, he made to say more but Madame Pomfrey entered at that moment. She gave a small tut before casting a spell over him. Several lines appeared in the air, each a different color. She stared at the light blue line for a moment, surprised with how powerful each stroke was.

"You seem to be in good health Mr. Winchester. A small bout of fatigue is not uncommon, get some rest and you should be fine." She announced. "Don't forget about your appointment tomorrow morning." She dismissed, handing him a small case. Harry nodded. Blaise excused himself so that Harry could gather his things in peace. Placing the extra contact in, Harry quiet thanked Cas for thinking of dropping it off. Once he was ready he grabbed his satchel and met with Blaise by the door. Harry was unsure if Blaise wanted to continue their conversation. He didn't get a chance as Danny came barreling into him. Blaise reacted quickly grabbing Harry by the arm and swinging him in a way that let the off balance boy end up on his feet. Harry looked down at the hand that was still on his upper arm in surprise. The black boy hastily let go, icy mask back in place. Dany sat next to Harry, coming up to his chest. Absentmindedly Harry rubbed the dog's ears.

"How would you like to become a Junior Hunter?" It was Blaise's turn to look surprised. Harry was grinning at him, and he began to mirror his expression.

"You better officially ask Draco first, lest he get offended." He motioned for Harry to follow, the pair making their way to the dungeons.

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It was concerning to Albus that Harry had been able to push him out of his mind, but then again, the boy had Severus close at hand, it was not farfetched that the Potions Master was teaching him. That did not explain the odd coloring of Harry eyes prior to the by falling unconscious. Black, with an iris a blinding blue. A large tome floated over to his desk, opening to the Changeling Cast. Ancient Magic, not just dark, but Black Magic. Dirty Magic. The magic that demons granted to Muggles. He was no fool. He knew of fake wizards and witches. Unspeakables simply eliminated them before they became an issue.

"You are coming off your rocker." A former Headmaster informed him. Albus nodded because he knew that he was. Harry Winchester was not a changeling of Harry Potter. He was something else entirely. Making a decision Albus left his office to Hogsmeade and from there to a dirty London street. It was a stretch, but Albus lay his wand flat his palm. It weakly turned to point to the left. With a pop he was several blocks from where he began, and he continued in this manner until his wand turned sharply, and he saw what he was looking for. Petunia Dursley, written in nice lettering beside the miniscule boxes they gave flat residents for their mail. He let himself into the complex, knocking quite curtly on her door. She opened it with an easy smile that quickly transformed to hatred upon seeing it was him. "Hello Petunia."

"You bloody-" Albus was not expecting the fist aimed at his face, and stumbled back from the blow.

"Where is Harry? We must find him." Albus urged. "Anything you can give to me will be greatly appreciated. Did the Winchester's have anything to do with the death of your husband?" Petunia stiffened, her lips becoming a tight line.

"I owe you nothing." she hissed "Much less the boy."

"Even if it puts your boy in danger?" The door slammed in his face. "Petunia, dear, do not be so rash." When there was no response he entered her home, finding her in the kitchen. She turned hate filled eyes to him. Petunia was one of the few that knew of his incredible power that would dare to look at him in the eyes with such an expression.

"There is not a single thing you can say to me now, and have my co-operation." she spat. "My husband is gone, Harry is gone, my son...is growing to be more like me every day." Petunia whispered sadly. "You will never know exactly what happened that day. I want you to spend your days like this. Wondering if the people important to you are safe." The door clicked, Dudley entered, his eyes going to the stranger's in curiosity. Albus felt as if he had it glass, and it was then that he understood what Petunia meant by her comment earlier. Dudley blinked in confusion.

"Mum, who is this?" The chubby boy asked.

"Where is Harry?" Albus asked the boy before his mother could respond.

"Gone. If you see him… tell him thanks." Dudley responded, moving to his room. The Headmaster turned back to Petunia. She had her hands firmly on her hips and he knew she would not be giving in anytime soon.

"You cannot offer anything. Not safety, not money, not the chance to raise Harry in your world if I help you find him." Petunia stated, her eyes begging to water. Albus could feel a memory edging to the forefront of his mind. "It would be best if you just left."

"I apologize, I did not mean to upset your daughter in any way." Albus replied as Petunia ran out of the room, leaving her torn parents behind. "I hope this does not affect your decision to send Lily to our school."

"Could you explain again?" Mrs. Evans asked, even though her husband had just asked the man to leave. Albus gave a small sigh and nodded.

"Petunia is magical, in such a way that it makes her non magical. The term we use for this is an AnteMaj. It is caused by an uncomplete core. It is volatile, and disassembles any magic cast or given to her. While a Muggle can create a potion, granted they can find the ingredients, an AnteMaj cannot, they would have made essentially a soup of ingredients." Albus reiterated. "We do not understand much more about AnteMaj at this time."

"There isn't a way to complete her core?" Mr. Evans asked.

"No-"

"Yes." Albus said aloud. Petunia made the grand sweeping gesture of opening the door. "We can complete your core now. It is expensive since not many need the procedure but I would waive the cost for you.All I ask in return is Harry's location." Petunia had frozen the moment she heard the word core. She looked over to her small windowsill garden, where the petunias and lilies swayed in harmony.

"Are you coming to Hogwarts, then Tuni?" Lily asked upon finding her sister in her room. There was a sob, and Lily placed her hand on her older sister's shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"They say I am broken." Petunia replied sourly. Her sister was leaving her, going somewhere she could not protect her any longer. "Lily, can you feel your core?" Her little sister nodded and placed her hand over it. "What does it feel like?"

"Like a small ball of light. But also like a hug from my older sister. Tuni, what do they mean you're broken? Does that mean you can't come with me?" Lily asked in alarm.

"My core does not work, because it's not all there. Kind of like your mind." Lily pouted at this. "Magic does not work on me." Petunia stood suddenly, pushing her sister out of her room. "And… and you mustn't come anywhere near me. Or else your magic will have gone too!" Petunia added, though she knew it not to be true. With a final slam the door was shut.

"I will study to fix you Tuni!" Lily cried from the other side of the door. Petunia scrunched up her face, because she knew her sister in actuality wished to be a teacher of some sort. Tears in her eyes, she said the only thing she could think of.

"I don't want that. Just get out of my life, and never come back." Albus nodded his head in acceptance and left in defeat. Petunia let the door fall shut with a small snap. She moved to her closet, shifting to the back until he found the dress she had been wearing the day she lost her husband. In the pocket, a crumpled business card. She prayed the number on it worked.

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"This is getting us nowhere." Sam sighed, as he looked over at the various translation books around. "If you would just let me bring this to the woman."

"This book does not leave this house boy." Bobby responded roughly. One of the phones in the kitchen began to ring. Confused Bobby got to his feet, sitting in the stool he had placed in the kitchen by the makeshift office. His finger traced the line, until it paused on the FBI phone. "Willis, FBI." Bobby paused, his face shifting to suspicion. He hit the button to put it on speaker, motioning Sam over. "I'm sorry ma'am could you repeat that for me?"

"I… I am looking for Dean Winchester, or his brother, or boyfriend. Just anyone who can tell me that Harry is safe." The woman on the other end of the line said.

"Mrs. Dursley, is this you?" Sam asked hesitantly.

"Yes, yes...you're the taller one...Sam?" Petunia responded. "How is Harry doing?"

"Harry is doing just fine. He is at school right now. Why do you ask? I didn't even realize you had our number." Sam told her.

"The Headmaster was here, asking about the boy. Are you guys at Hogwarts? However you have disguised him is working well, the Headmaster is getting desperate."

"Yes, Harry goes to Hogwarts. I thought he might have been suspicious at first, but I guess his worry is making him overlook any tells we may have let slip." Sam explained to her. "He didn't hurt you, did he?" There was a small laugh, followed by a weary sigh.

"He couldn't now, even if he wished to. Magic does not work on me, or my son. Without my husband, or Harry, he has nothing to lord over me. This is the last time I will call. I have fulfilled the promise I made to my sister. I want nothing more to do with any world besides the normal one." There was a click. Bobby turned to Sam with a bewildered look.

"Care to explain?" Sam let himself fall into one of the chairs at the dinner table.

"We kidnapped Harry, essentially. You know this. Dean isn't joking when he calls him Hero Boy. Harry is supposed to save the wizarding world."

"Balls."

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"I will talk to my Dad about setting up meeting times." Harry told the small group in front of him. Goyle raised his hand. "Again, that isn't necessary. What is it?"

"Do you think Harry Potter will let us join his side if You Know Who ever comes back? Since you're a Gryffindor and trained us, you can put in a good word, can't you?" Harry contemplated his response for a second.

"I think...that letting people on your side only if they meet a specific blood type, or House, is something that You Know Who would do. Not Harry Potter. If he does though, and you prove to me that you belong on our side, I will fight for your right to be there." Goyle nodded, Crabbe next to him smiled. Harry placed his hand out. "Wizards for Hogwarts."

"Ehem." Pansy coughed out. Harry shrugged.

"Hunters for Hogwarts." He corrected. They all stared at his hand. "You're supposed to stack your hands on top of mine." Draco was the first to move his hand, pale alabaster atop of golden tan. Rose pink joined, followed by peach, and dirt smudged. They turned to look at Zabini. The black boy sighed and warm chestnut joined the stack.

"This is stupid." he muttered. Harry grinned wildly, making the boy roll his eyes. "Fine. What now?" Harry led them through bobbing their hands up and down and having them explode outwards as he crowed their motto. "I'm never doing that again." Blaise said, walking away. Harry laughed as the other agreed, breaking off to go do their own thing for the rest of the afternoon. Draco gave Harry a sidelong glance.

"I'm going to Hagrid's." Harry told him, an open invite. Draco nodded, and held out his hand. Harry chuckled and took the hand, leading the way. While the first few days that he and Draco had been at Hogwarts their hand holding had garnered attention, nowadays it passed without issue. Draco truly didn't understand personal space when it came to others, but it bothered the bond to have unknown people near him. The Hogwarts halls were almost always crowded, no matter what time of day it was. Harry was the master of weaving through crowds, so he would lead Draco to their destination quite quickly. It took almost no time for them to reach the hut. There was a loud barking from within and Danny began to run in circles with excitement.

"You have to be joking." Draco muttered. "What am I second rate? I deserve a crup." he pouted.

"No you don't." Harry said deadpan. Draco turned up his nose, and this is how Hagrid found them. Turned away from each other in exasperation, yet still holding hands. It reminded him of someone else he knew, but the memory slipped away from him.

"Come on in." Hagrid invited, as Fang ran out to play with Danny. The duo entered, taking a seat. Hagrid gave a small chuckle. "Ye know Malfoy. Yer one of th' last people I thought would be in my home."

"Yes, well…" Draco started, but trailed off, ignoring the half giant.

"How have you been Hagrid?" Harry asked. He stared at the food on the table curiously.

"Been good 'Arry." Hagrid assured, handing Harry a piece of fudge. "Whatever that boggart went and turned into scared what has been hurting the unicorns. For now at least." Harry nodded, but his attention had been drawn to a news article nearby. Draco surprising struck up a conversation with Hagrid about the unicorns, and how likely they would want to pull a carriage. Harry meanwhile read what he could about the break in at Gringotts.

"Hey Hagrid, what's that?" Hagrid looked at the paper.

"Shame, ain't it. The things people do. Not to worry, the object is safe and sound here." Hagrid dragged a hand down his face. "Should not have said that." Harry thought back to the three headed dog on the third floor. He pushed it to the back of his mind, and spent the rest of his visit with Hagrid talking about the growing crops. When it was time to leave, he and Draco joined hands again, arguing all the way back up to the castle about crups. Hagrid smiled, finally realizing who he had been thinking of.

"James, for the last time, there is no possible way that you could fly into outer space." Remus said in exasperation. James shook his head as if Remus was the one being the fool.

"Remus, I don't see the problem. We have bubble head charms, I would be able to breathe." James argued. Lily rolled her eyes in the background, but kept a watchful eye on the boys' hands, as they were in punishment for arguing and would not be able to let go until they reconciled. She figured that the charm should have worn off by now. Hagrid watched from the front step of his hut as they approached their favorite spot by the forest. Lily waved to him as they passed, and he smiled in return. James let go of Remus' hand in order to sit, and then took the hand again. "The only thing I can think of is being seen by the airiplants."

"Airplanes," Lily corrected. "Uhm, when did the charm wear off?"

"I don't think it even took effect. This is how we show our love." Remus rationalized for her. James fluttered his eyes.

"Awe, Remus you love me?" James said in a singsong voice.

"Yes, but you are still an idiot. Did you think of the pressure gradient, or the freezing temperature or-"

Hagrid shook himself out of the memory. He found it odd that two unrelated people could make him think of the Potters, but he supposed he just missed them. Fang padded inside, and Hagrid closed the door. Deciding for a bit of a stronger drink if he was going to travel down memory lane.

END CHAPTER

I know it's a bit shorter than normal, but chapter 8 is gonna be longer than normal. Again, once month, so see you then : )