Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related affiliates thereof belong to JK Rowling. Supernatural and all related affiliates thereof belong to Eric Kripke. This is purely for entertainment purposes only, no profit is being made. In other words, please don't sue me! Recognizable quotes are from Supernatural's episode "Devil's Trap". I got the transcripts from TwizTV. I also don't own the songs!

AN: I hope everyone is having a great holiday, no matter where they are or what they celebrate. Here's the next part of the story. Since this episode is very SPN oriented, there will be fewer chapter per part but they will be longer. Hopefully this makes up for the time between updates! Thanks to everyone who reviewed, I read each and everyone and am greatly appreciative for all your comments. As always , thanks goes out to Kirallie, my amazing beta.

Summary: Harry Potter has always wanted a family that cared about him, that loved him in the proper way a family should. He'd long since given up hope his dream would one day become a reality, content that the dream was enough. A startling discovery on his seventeenth birthday will change all that, sending him to America where he will meet a man and his sons no one knew existed. How far will Harry go to protect his new found family? How will the Winchesters react to a family member showing up on their doorstep just as the hunt for the demon is heating up? They're all about to learn that family is everything, no matter how messed up it is.

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Part III: Devil's Trap

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I've taken all I can take

And I cannot wait

We're wasting too much time

Being strong, holding on

Can't let it bring us down

"It's Not Over" Daughtry

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Dean stood in the motel room, the cell phone limply clutched in his hands. "They've got Dad." Those three words should have been enough to bring him out of his stupor but they seemed to only cement him in his shock. He couldn't believe it, his brave, strong, infallible father, capture by demons; it was crazy, it was impossible, it was true.

Harry sat up, green eyes darting back and forth between the brothers. "No..." he whispered, thinking of Sirius and others who had been captured by Death Eaters. Harry didn't think demons were going to treat John any better. Sam either didn't hear Dean or didn't want to hear him.

"Meg? What'd she say?" Sam's voice was hurried, fearful of the answer yet he needed to know, had to know it was different than what Dean had just said.

"I just told you, Sammy. Okay...okay." Dean wiped at his eyes, trying to hold himself together enough to get his brother and cousin somewhere safe. Grabbing the Colt, he jammed it into his back pocket, immediately feeling safer with its familiar weight pressing into his back. He glanced at Harry and nodded. The younger boy swallowed before getting off the bed and grabbing his things, lost in his own depressive shoved clothes and books into his pack, barely registering what he was packing, if it was his own or the brothers but he threw it all together. They'd worry about sorting it later.

Sam continued to sit on the bed, watching as Dean and Harry continued to pack up their things. "What are you doing Dean?"

"We gotta go," he responded as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. Harry zipped up a duffle and swung his backpack over his shoulder, his eyes sweeping over the room one last time.

"Why?" That simple word should have alerted them that something wasn't right, but they were too caught up in their own emotions to realize.

"Because the demon knows we're in Salvation, all right? It knows we've got the Colt; it's got Dad; it's probably comin' for us next." He pulled on his coat, checking to see if he'd forgotten anything before grabbing the duffle Harry had packed and making for the door. Harry was standing by the door, holding his bag, waiting for the brothers, desperately wanting to move so he could feel like he was doing something.

"Good. We've still got three bullets left. Let it come." The resolution in his voice was overwhelming and Dean turned to him in shock and anger.

"Listen, tough guy, we're not ready! We don't know how many of 'em are out there. Now, we're no good to anybody dead. We're leaving. Now." Knowing how stubborn his brother could be when in one of his moods, Sam sighed heavily, glancing at his cousin fidgeting by the door. Harry's eyes, pleading with him to just go, to leave this place, were what caused Sam to finally start gathering up his things. He never understood what Dean meant about his puppy-dog eyes getting him anything, he thought he was beginning to.

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The darkness settled around the car, seeming to press in on all sides. Dean laid his foot on the gas harder, wanting to get away from it as quickly as he could. Every so often he would glance in the rearview mirror at Harry in the backseat, wanting to reassure himself that his cousin was in fact safe and with them. Silence had enveloped them as soon as they'd gotten in the car; Dean didn't think to put his ever present tapes on.

"I'm tellin' you, Dean, we could've taken him," Sam started but Dean completely ignored him.

"What we need is a plan. Now, they're probably keeping Dad alive, we've just got to figure out where. They'll want to trade him for the gun." Sam scoffed and rolled his eyes. " What?"

"Dean, if that were true, why didn't Meg mention a trade? Dad….he might be—"

"Don't!" Both Harry and Dean shouted at the same time, making it clear how they felt about that issue. The young boy couldn't allow himself or his cousins to believe for a second that John was dead. He was alive and they would find him. Why hadn't the coin worked, why hadn't it transported him to safety? It should have worked.

"Look, I don't want to believe it any more than you. But if he is, all the more reason to kill this damn thing. We still have the Colt. We can still finish the job," Sam ended adamantly.

"Screw the job Sam!" Dean's outburst startled Harry. He'd never seen him so riled up before, so incensed. He could understand the need to throw everything aside because someone close to him was in danger.

"Dean, I'm just tryin' to do what he would want. He would want us to keep going."

"Would you quit talkin' about him like he's dead already? Listen to me! Everything stops until we get him back, you understand me? Everything!"

Silence hung heavy in the air after Dean's pronouncement. Sighing, Sam asked, "So, how do we find him? Harry what do you think we should do?"

Up until then, the older boys had been ignoring their younger cousin in the backseat. Harry listened to his cousins argue, watching them as he would a tennis match. When Sam addressed him, he caught their eyes in the rearview mirror and sighed. He didn't think either one of them would like his opinion on the matter.

"I think you're both wrong," he said quietly.

"What?!" It was only Dean's overwhelming love for his car that they stayed on the road.

Harry grimaced slightly before swallowing. "Well, I don't think we should go after the Demon because with a few shots left and no extra ammo, there's too much that could go wrong. You're too angry, too upset, more likely to make a mistake and then where would we be? And I don't think we should go after Uncle John either because it's more likely to be a trap. They know you too well, they'll be waiting for you two to run in guns blazing and get yourselves killed."

"Wow, your confidence in us is overwhelming," Dean said dryly.

"Look, I've been there okay. I know what it's like to want revenge and what it's like to need to save someone, and both times someone got hurt, someone close to me." Sam and Dean glanced at each other. This was just another layer to their cousin they didn't have time to deal with.

"We need to go somewhere safe, to figure things out..." Harry trailed off uncertainly. He knew the brothers weren't going to like his plan but after the fiasco at the ministry, he didn't want them to make the same mistake he did. Besides once he got them somewhere safe, he could concentrate on trying to use magic to find him. Maybe a point-me spell or accio or something, something had to work.

Tiredly, Dean nodded. "You're right. We need help."

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Meg smiled maliciously as she heard the phone snap shut. The Winchesters were so easily manipulated; it wouldn't take long before they fell right into Father's trap. Meandering through the woods, she didn't particularly care if anyone or anything saw her. Tom was watching Winchester while she met with an acquaintance who would undoubtedly aide them in their plan.

A snapping sound came from her left and she saw a figure emerge from the darkness, a cloak wrapped tightly around them with a large hood covering their head. Meg could feel the magic of the coin pulsating from the figure as they drew closer cautiously.

"Who are you?" A voice called out, scratchy from disuse. "Why have you called me here?" The disdain in their voice was evident but Meg ignored the jab in favor of flicking the coin towards the figure. Scrambling to catch it, they turned it over carefully in their fingers, the moonlight glinting off it brightly. A sharp intake of breath was heard before, "Where did you get this?"

"From someone who didn't know what it was worth," Meg replied evenly. "Tell me what you know about it."

The figure lifted their head and a rather sinister smile was seen beneath the hood. "This coin was used by a boy back home in a rebellion against my master."

"A boy, hmm?" Perhaps Johnny was keeping more secrets than she'd originally thought.

"Yes," came the response, spit out in anger. "Harry Potter. He killed the Dark Lord and I would see him rot and tortured for what he has done."

"Mmm, you may get your chance," Meg responded as the figure grew closer. "How would you feel about serving a new master and avenging your old?"

"What did you have in mind?"

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The next morning saw the three boys piled in the front room of one of their father's contacts and friends, Bobby Singer. When he'd heard the rumble of the Impala, he'd admit to being a tad surprised but even more so when a boy no older than 16 stumbled out of the car, sleep still evident in his eyes. He appeared to be the only one that'd gotten much. Sam and Dean had dark circles under their eyes but were obviously wired from caffeine and nervous energy.

The boy had followed behind them into the house, using Sam's large frame to practically hide behind or it might have been to lean on as he stumbled over his feet walking up the steps. Once inside Sam had immediately gone to the books to pore over them while Dean watched the boy like a hawk as he surveyed the room. Whoever this kid was, he was obviously important to John's boys.

Handing Dean a small bottle, Bobby said, "Here ya go."

"What is this? Holy water?" Dean asked, already knowing the answer. Sam was sitting at a desk, flipping through one of Bobby's old books on demonology while Harry sat on the couch, leaning against the arm rest, tiredly.

"That one is. This is whiskey." Taking a swig, he passed the other bottle to the oldest brother who chucked some back, the burn of the alcohol seemed to wake him up like nothing else had. "Now care to tell me who this is?"

Sam looked up from his book. "This is our cousin, Harry Potter. His mother was Dad's sister." Bobby eyed the young boy before nudging the bottle of holy water closer.

"Bobby! He's not a demon. I think we'd know. Besides, we've already checked." Harry glanced at him in surprise, wondering when and how they'd "checked." Sam didn't appear to notice as he continued to hold Bobby's gaze.

"And this is my house, now drink up," he said nodding to the bottle. Harry eyed it skeptically, wary of unknown drinks from strangers. Dean and Sam nodded encouragingly while Bobby watched on with a careful eye. Harry picked up the bottle, took a deep breath and tipped it back, letting a small amount of liquid trickle into his mouth. Harry set the bottle down, letting the liquid settle in his mouth before swallowing. He cocked his head to the side. "It really is water. Huh."

"Well, of course it is, ya idget," Bobby said grumpily, taking the bottle back. Sam and Dean smirked while Harry just shrugged. If Moody had taught him nothing else, it was to be wary of strangers.

"Bobby, thanks. Thanks for everything. To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure if we should come," commented Dean as he watched Harry glance around the room, taking in the numerous books scattered on every available surface. Papers lined the walls and artifacts sat wherever books didn't. It was as though Bobby's research had exploded and taken over his house.

"Nonsense. Your daddy needs help." Dean faced him shocked.

"Yeah, but last time we saw you, you did threaten to blast him full of buckshot. You cocked the shotgun and everything."

Bobby shrugged unrepentant. "Yeah, well, what can I say? John just has that effect on people."

Dean smiled indulgently, knowing his dad as well as he did. "Yeah, I guess he does."

"None of that matters now. All that matters is that you get him back," Bobby responded seriously, getting back on track and away from touchy-feely topics both he and Dean avoided like the plague.

"Bobby, this book—I've never seen anything like it," Sam commented. Harry had found his way over to his cousin and was reading over his shoulder; not understanding half of what was written, he thought of his best friend and how much she would love access to a book like this. Dean and Bobby walked over to join the pair.

"The Key of Solomon? It's the real deal, all right."

"Hermione'd love this," Harry muttered.

"Who's Hermione?" Bobby asked. Before Harry could answer, both brothers responded without looking up.

"His friend."

"Hey, you ever seen anything like this, Harry?" Sam asked thinking of the boy's apparent inherent knowledge of the supernatural. He shook his head in amazement.

"Nothing."

"And these protective circles – they really work?" Sam asked, indicating some in the book.

"Hell, yeah. You get a demon in one, they're trapped—powerless. It's like a satanic roach motel." Sam laughed as Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise. There's rarely a branch of magic that can't be broken somehow, by something more powerful, or more clever. The Hallows had taught him that.

"The man knows his stuff," Dean said smirking.

"I'll tell you somethin' else, too—this is some serious crap you boys stepped in," said Bobby, again bringing the boys back in. The mood was tense with energy and nervousness.

"Yeah?" Sam swallowed anxiously, eyeing his brother before turning back to Bobby. Dean glanced down at Harry who was staring avidly at the book, but his eyes weren't reading. He was frozen as he listened to everything Bobby said. "How's that?"

"Normal year, I hear, say, three demonic possessions, maybe four, tops."

"Yeah." Dean said trying to break the tension. Harry didn't need to be brought into this. He was just a kid who was unlucky enough to be born related to them. If there was anyway Dean could spare him, he would do it.

"This year, I've heard of twenty-seven so far. You get what I'm sayin'? More and more demons are walkin' among us—a lot more."

"Do you know why?"

"No, but I know it's somethin' big. A storm's comin'. And you boys, your daddy—you are smack in the middle of it." Harry remembered when those words had been spoken to him. It hadn't boded well then and he had a feeling it didn't bode well now. They all turned towards the window when they heard loud barking from the junk yard. "Rumsfeld. What is it?" Bobby glanced out the window at nothing. The dog was nowhere to be found. "Something's wrong."

The door flew open, splintering slightly under the pressure of the woman standing in the doorway. She wasn't particularly tall, in fact she was probably shorter than Harry. Her bleached blond hair was cropped short and she wore a red leather jacket and jeans. Her face was fixed in a mask of rage. Dean pulled a bottle of holy water and advanced towards her while Sam shoved Harry quickly into the kitchen, keeping the demon from seeing him. "No more crap, okay?" She threw Dean into the wall as she strode forward; Sam and Bobby backing steadily away from her. "I want the Colt, Sam—the real Colt. Right now."

"We don't have it on us, we buried it," he said, trying to throw her off as he continued to stumble back. She stopped short to berate them.

"Didn't I say, 'No more crap'? I swear, after everything I heard about you Winchesters, I've got to tell you, I'm a little underwhelmed. First, Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun, and then he leaves the real gun with you two chuckleheads. Lackluster, men. I mean, did you really think I wouldn't find you?"

Dean entered behind her, his eyes glittering triumphantly. "Actually we were counting on it." He glanced at the ceiling, bringing the intricately designed devil's trap to the demon's attention. "Gotcha."

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Harry stood in the kitchen awkwardly listening as his cousins fought with the demon in the next room. He held his wand tightly, glancing every so often at the backdoor, praying there were no extra demons coming in the back.

When Bobby burst into the kitchen, Harry spun to face him, his face set and a spell on the tip of his tongue. Seeing who it was, he slipped his hand behind him and tucked his wand in the band of his jeans; Moody's warnings be damned. Bobby had thrown open the cupboard under the sink and grabbed a couple large economy-size bags of salt.

"What's going—"

Bobby cut him off before he had a chance to finish. "Here." He threw one at Harry, who just barely caught it. "Lay a thick, unbroken line of salt along the windows and doors in here. But not a word, got it?"

Nodding, Harry waited until the older man had left the room before trudging over to the backdoor. Ripping open the bag, he laid a liberal amount of salt along the crack; it wasn't nearly as even as the lines he'd seen at the motel but his were definitely fatter – probably used too much. He went over to the window and repeated the process. It was mindless work but it gave him something to do, made him feel like he wasn't useless. More importantly it made him feel like he wasn't helpless. Harry had a rather large bag of salt and his wand; he could protect himself from the demons, he would protect himself from the demons.

When he was finished, Harry stood by the door, clutching the salt so tightly he could feel the plastic bag stretching slightly. Listening closely, he could hear voices but they were distorted due to the door. He knew if he opened it even a crack, Sam or Bobby would be back here so quickly to make sure nothing was wrong, and then yell at him for giving away his position. After realizing how useful the extendable ears were during the war, Harry had taken to always carrying one around on his person. Pulling it from his pocket, he tapped it with his wand. "Misceo." The disillusionment charm started to spread down the ear, until Harry could tell it was there because he knew it had to be there. Inserting one end in his ear, he threaded it under the door, tuning it slightly until he heard a female voice.

"...tie me up, all you had to do was ask."

Harry could hear someone entering the room, due to the floorboards creaking and heavy footfalls. "I salted the doors and windows. If there are any demons out there, they ain't gettin' in." So it was Bobby, Harry wondered why he hadn't come to check on him yet. Probably figured he'd be fine while the demon was tied up.

"Where's our father, Meg?" And there's Dean. He sounded dangerously conversational, as though he were dealing with a particularly difficult child.

"You didn't ask very nice," she responded in a sing-song voice, reminding Harry strongly of Peeves.

"Where's our father, bitch?" Harry heard the same tone but this time with an edge of steel beneath it.

"Jeez, you kiss your mother with that mouth? Oh, I forgot. You don't." Meg certainly knew all the right buttons to push, Harry thought. He didn't have to wait long for Dean's outburst.

"Hey, you think this is a friggin' game?! Where is he?! What did you do to him?" Quick heavy footfalls were heard. Harry figured Dean was using his height to try to intimidate the demon.

"He died screaming. I killed him myself." The tired anger was seeping into her voice, as though this were a waste of her time. There was a beat of silence before Harry heard a loud smack, bone against bone, and a shocked inhalation of breath. "That's kind of a turn on—you hitting a girl."

"You're no girl." Shuffling was heard before Harry made out Bobby's voice.

"Dean." Wishing desperately that he could see what was happening, Harry waited as Dean made his way over to Bobby, threading a bit more of the ear under the door, to hear their quiet conversation better.

"You okay?" asked Sam. Harry breathed a little better knowing Sam was with them, maybe he could keep his brother in line, but also so he wouldn't unexpectedly come into the kitchen and catch Harry spying.

"She's lying, he's not dead," was the response. It was short and angry. Harry had said those words once, just like that, when Sirius had fallen through the veil. He'd wanted so desperately to believe them, now Dean needed to believe them as well.

"Dean, you've got to be careful with her. Don't hurt her."

"Why?" The genuine confusion could be heard in Dean's voice, why wouldn't someone want to hurt a demon?

"Cause she really is a girl, that's why," Bobby said as thought it were the most obvious answer in the world.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked guardedly. Harry was starting to put everything together just as Bobby confirmed his suspicions.

"She's possessed. That's a human possessed by a demon, can't you tell?" His disbelief that the brothers didn't know about possession was evident in his voice.

"You're tryin' to tell me there's an innocent girl trapped somewhere in there?...That's actually good news." Harry's face scrunched up as he tried to interpret Dean's words. Listening closely, he heard him moving around the entrance hall.

"What are you looking for?" Harry muttered under his breath. The sound of someone rifling through one of their duffels reached Harry's ears before loud footsteps returned to the front room.

"You gonna read me a story?" Her mocking tone was clear in her voice.

"Something like that. Hit it Sam." Harry waited a beat before Latin started pouring out in Sam's calm steady voice. He recognized a word here or there but overall it was a mess of jumbled sounds.

"An exorcism? Are you serious?" Meg said sarcastically.

"Oh, we're goin' for it, baby—head-spinning, projectile vomiting, the whole nine yards."

A moment later, Sam stopped reading and a low moan sounded. Whatever he was reading was either having an effect on the demon or she was faking it. Harry listened to see how the boys would handle this.

"I'm gonna kill you. I'm gonna rip the bones from your body." Her heavy breathing destroyed the effect she was going for, but Harry had no doubt that she was serious. Given half a chance, his cousins would be killed, painfully, slowly killed.

"No, you're gonna burn in hell—unless you tell us where our dad is...Well, at least you'll get a nice tan."

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio, et secta diabolica—" Meg's breathing became heavier until she suddenly yelled out. Swallowing, Harry leaned as close to the door as possible without moving it. Even with the ear, he still edged closer, as if by being closer he could suddenly see what was happening on the other side of the door.

"He begged for his life with tears in his eyes. He begged to see his sons one last time. That's when I slit his throat," Meg responded through clenched teeth, anger evident in her voice. Sam resumed the incantation in the same steady voice as before. Blocking him out, Harry made out Dean's threat to the demon.

"For your sake, I hope you're lying. 'Cause if it's true, I swear to God, I will march into hell myself, and I will slaughter each and every one of you evil sons of bitches, so help me God."

"...Perditionis venenum propinare. Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciae, hostis humanae salutis." Harry felt a presence in the house, rushing past him and surrounding him. It blew his hair back from his face and almost dislodged the ear but he was able to keep a hold of it. Bracing himself against the doorframe, he continued to listen.

"Humiliare sub potenti manu dei, contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine, quem inferi tremunt." Sam had begun to read faster, trying to finish the exorcism before whatever was in the house could stop him. Meg yelled out and he paused in his reading.

"Where is he?" Dean asked softly.

"You just won't take 'dead' for an answer, will you?"

"Where is he?!"

"Dead!"

"No, he's not! He's not dead, he can't be!...What are you lookin' at? Keep reading." Harry could hear the desperation in Dean's voice, the need for his father to be alive. He knew his oldest cousin was close to losing it, to doing something irrevocable.

"Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, domine. Ut ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos." Scraping sounds could be heard coming from the other room as well as Meg's anguished screams. Somehow Harry doubted she was faking it. "Te rogamus audi—"

"He will be!"

"Wait! What?" Dean shouted, as Sam stopped reading again. Harry breath was caught in his throat as he waited for Meg's answer.

"He's not dead. But he will be after what we do to him. Him and that little bastard you're hiding." Harry jerked back from the door. How'd she know? Ripping the extendable ear from his own, he shoved it in his pocket, no longer wanting to listen but not really having a choice as the words and her hysterical laughter sounded loudly through the house.

"Oh it's going to be great; he'll be ripped to shreds."

"Shut up!" Dean shouted, lunging towards the chair.

"Dean, no!" Harry ran into the room and grabbed Dean's arm. "This is what she wants. Just...just finish it." Meg smiled at the boy, like the cat who got the cream. Harry glared at her but continued to pull Dean away from her though he didn't get very far. In the end, Dean put himself in front of Harry, blocking him from view. Harry could see the strain the exorcism was having on her yet she still had her small victories, the small tired smile was one.

"How do we know you're telling the truth?"

"You don't."

"Sam!"

Before Sam could begin reading, Meg quickly interrupted, "A building! Okay? A building in Jefferson City."

"Missouri? Where, where? An address!" Dean was frantically shooting questions at her, his zeal was apparent in his eyes. Harry glanced at Sam who was focused solely on the demon.

"I don't know!" She shouted, exasperated. She was obviously tired from her ordeal and frustrated with the brothers for forcing her to go through it.

"And the demon, the one we're looking for, where is it?" Sam seemed to sense her exhaustion, speaking in a less demanding voice, more like a parent coaxing information out of a weary child.

"I don't know, I swear! That's everything. That's all I know." Tears were rolling down her cheeks, smudging her mascara, making her look like a desperate wounded animal.

"Finish it," Dean said shortly. His face was a mask of rage as he shifted. Harry touched his back but Dean barely acknowledged him.

"What? I told the truth!" Her shocked outrage was apparent on her face as she glared up at him.

"I don't care!"

"You son of a bitch, you promised!"

"I lied! Sam?" He glanced over at his brother who was staring at the demon with a contemplative look on his face. Harry watched the demon while Dean moved towards his brother. She locked eyes with him and he saw her lips twitch, upturning just slightly as the corners. He glared back not breaking her gaze. "Sam! Read."

"We can still use her—find out where the demon is," he replied desperately, grabbing Dean's arm to stop him from leaving.

"She doesn't know!"

"She lied!"

"Sam, there's an innocent girl trapped somewhere in there. We've got to help her." Bobby came up behind them, glancing at Harry stare down the demon before addressing Sam and Dean.

"You're gonna kill her."

"What?"

"You said she fell from a building. That girl's body is broken. The only thing keeping her alive is that demon inside. You exorcise it, the girl is gonna die." Harry jerked his head around at the three others before looking back at the girl in a new light. She was young, probably only as old as Sam and yet she had been through so much.

"Listen to me, both of you, we are not gonna leave her like that," Dean said, conviction in his eyes.

"Dean's right," Harry said vehemently, coming to stand beside his cousin. "You can't just leave her. It's not right! You've got to finish it. You can't just leave her!" Dean laid a hand on Harry's shoulder but the younger boy shrugged him off, glaring at Sam and Bobby. Ginny's prone body flashed across his eyes as he thought of leaving the girl to the demon's clutches. Nobody deserved to be forced to do anything, particularly when they didn't have control of their own body.

"She is a human being," Bobby tried.

"And we're gonna put her out of her misery." Dean looked purposefully at Harry, who nodded and turned away. "Sam, finish it. Finish it."

"Dominicos sanctae ecclesiae. Terogamus audi nos..." Harry watched as the girl continued to jerk and flail in her bindings, her eyes turning completely coal black. For a moment, Harry saw a memory flash in his mind, red eyes staring at him, before he shook his head to clear the image. Meg's head snapped back and a scream erupted from deep within her. Black smoke shot out of her mouth, clouding near the ceiling. As it dissipated, her head fell limply forward. Harry closed his eyes and turned his head away. Why is it always the innocent who die?

"She's still alive!" Harry's head snapped back when he heard Dean's exclamation. "Call 911. Get some water and blankets." The boy followed Bobby from the room as his cousins rushed forward to untie her bindings.

"Go into the kitchen, grab a glass of water." Harry nodded before hurrying off. As he stumbled into the kitchen in his haste, he thought about every healing spell he knew. What was that one Snape used on Malfoy? Episkey? No, that repairs minor broken bones. Oh, Merlin, why couldn't he remember?! The water overflowed the cup but he hardly cared as he slammed out of the kitchen.

Meeting Bobby in the hall, they entered the front room together. Harry handed Dean the glass of water while Bobby laid a blanket over her body. Dean raised the glass to the girl's lips but she was only able to take a sip before choking on the liquid.

"Where is the demon we're looking for?" Sam asked gently.

"Not there...other ones – awful ones."

"Where are they keeping our dad?"

"By the r-river. Sunrise." She looked towards Harry who held stood awkwardly behind Bobby, trying to keep out of the way. "Black sunrise."

"Black Sunrise? What does that mean? What does that mean?" Harry exhaled deeply, knowing this time for certain she was dead. He brushed the tears from his eyes as he turned away, not wanting his cousins to notice.

~*~*~

"You'd better hurry up and beat it before the paramedics get here." Sam and Dean had their bags slung over their shoulders, standing in the entrance hall.

"What are you gonna tell them?" Dean asked, conversationally. He didn't want his friend to get in trouble because of demon they brought to the house.

"You think you guys invented lyin' to the cops? I'll figure somethin' out." Bobby handed Sam the book he'd been looking at earlier. "Here. Take this. You might need it."

"Thanks." He shoved it under his arm.

"Thanks...for everything. Be careful, all right? Harry?"

The young boy looked up, his green eyes lit with anger at being left behind. He had been leaning against the wall, his arms crossed in a universal stance for teenage rebellion and anger. "Yeah?" he bit out.

Dean glared at him. "Hey." He sighed before running his hands through his clipped hair. "Look, that bitch had it out for you, specifically you—"

"You think she's the first?" Harry asked bitingly.

"So you're staying here. Mind Bobby," Dean finished tightly, ignoring Harry's earlier comment. The dark haired boy rolled his eyes. "Got it?"

"Alright, I'll mind Bobby, happy?" Harry knew they'd likely always treat him like a child to be protected but damnit, he was a freakin' war hero! Granted he could tell them he was a freakin' war hero and didn't need to be protected but still it was frustrating. At first it felt nice to be part of a family and taken care of; now it was grating on his patience. He needed to tell them about his magic and soon. As soon as his cousins would leave, Harry was planning on working on his own solution to get his uncle back, proving to them he was useful and his magic could help on hunts.

"Ecstatic," Dean responded sarcastically.

"You just go find your dad. I'll watch after the boy for ya. And when you do, bring him around, would ya? I won't even try to shoot him this time." They shared a forced laugh before the brothers left the house. As soon as the door slammed shut, Harry pushed off the wall, storming towards his room. Bobby sighed, running his hand along his face tiredly.