This is a bit of a short chapter, so apologies for that. Also, it might take a while before next chapter is out. It will come, i promise, but... patience. It'll take a while.

To PWAAH: Thanks for pointing out my error in the last chapter. I changed it :) If you see any others like that, you can always tell me.

Harry was standing a bit to the side as Dean and Sam burned their father's remains. He felt like crying, even though he never even knew the man that well, and what he did know about John wasn't exactly heartwarming. Still, he was a good, honest man, and he had died saving his son's life because Harry was again unable to help. He felt so useless at times like these.

When the fire was going down, Dean turned around and walked up to Harry. The teen didn't dare look at the hunter that had taken him in and instead kept his gaze firmly on the ground. Guilt flooded him as Dean's shoes came into his line of vision and he swallowed.

"I'm so sorry for your-" he started quietly.

Before he could finish his apology, a fist connected with his cheek and Harry went down with a shout. He sat on his knees, rubbing his bruising cheek as he stared up at Dean with wide eyes in shock. The hunter just looked back at him with anger and hatred in his dark green gaze.

"Dean!" Sam shouted surprised, but his brother didn't hear him.

"Was this your game plan all along? Was it?!" the oldest still-living Winchester asked heated.
"Sell us some crap about a shitty life and act all sweet and innocent so you could get to our dad?"

"I-I didn't-" Harry started in a whisper, but Dean cut him off immediately.

"I knew I should've trusted my instincts!" he ranted angrily.
"There's no such thing as a fucking natural magic user! So what did they promise you, huh kid? Fame? Power? Money? What's worth selling us out for? Selling your own goddamn soul?!"

Harry was on the verge of tears at the accusations, but he swallowed them down angrily. Dean had no right to accuse him of these things! Harry never even once did anything to warrant this kind of treatment from them and just lost their dad or not, he wasn't going to lie down and take it. He stood back up and stared at Dean with a defiant glare in his bright green eyes.

"I never bloody lied to you!" he yelled.
"I did everything I could to help! So I knew what he was doing, but that doesn't mean I could bloody stop him! I don't know if you noticed, but your family is so fucking stubborn it's useless to try and change your minds!"

"And you think I'm going to believe you?" Dean growled.
"My dad is dead! And I'm really fucking sure you're the one that sold him out. Didn't you say your friends were here and that they saved me?"

"You did say that, didn't you?" Sam asked quietly, eyeing Harry distrustfully.

"I thought they did, but apparently not!" Harry argued desperately.

"Bull!" Dean shouted furiously.

"Fine! Don't believe me!" Harry screamed back, tears now freely streaming down his face.

He turned around and took off, back to the little house they were staying at. Neither brother made a move to stop him as Harry disappeared between the trees. Instead, they stayed and watched the last remains of their father turn to ashes. Sam did look at where Harry had gone off to guiltily, but just as his brother, he had his suspicions about Harry. Why else would he have taken so long to tell them what he was if he wasn't hiding other things?

As Harry arrived at the shack, he tensed. His wards were all down, even after all the work he'd put into them, something or someone had taken them down without alerting him. For a short moment, Harry hesitated, wondering if he should turn back and warn Sam and Dean, but he shook the thought off. They wouldn't believe him anyway.

Making up his mind, Harry took out his wand and stepped into the house cautiously. Slowly, he snuck towards the main room, where he and the brothers had made themselves at home for the time being. He could hear voices coming from inside, some of which, he was all too familiar. Harry tensed. This was a bad idea. They'd found him and they were going to take him back. He turned around, planning to run back to the Winchesters, beg them to let him stay with them if he had to, but he wasn't giving the chance as he ran straight into another body.

"Running again, Potter?" a gruff voice asked him.

Harry swallowed nervously and took a few steps back. He managed to lift his wand halfway up before it was ripped from his grasp with a silent expeliarmus. His eyes grew wide in panic as he stared at the old, war hardened man in front of him.

"Well?" the scarred man asked impatiently.

"… Moody…."

. . . . .

"Harry's not here," Sam announced as he walked back into the main room.

The whole place was taken apart and nearly everything of Harry's was taken away. Only a few things they'd bought him during their travels were still there. Another pang of guilt ran through Sam as he thought of the teenage wizard, alone and afraid, under attack from God knows who. If only they hadn't sent him away…

"Good," Dean huffed and continued packing.
"The kid sold us out. He can burn in Hell for all I care."

"We don't even know that for sure!" Sam argued.
"And even if he did. I know he feels terrible about it. That kind of sorrow can't be faked, Dean! He's just a kid. I think he deserves at least to be listened to."

"Fuck no!"

Sam opened his mouth to retort, but a knock on the front door had him shut up. As the brothers grabbed for their guns, they could hear the door swing open and heavy footfalls made their way through the hall. As Bobby Singer appeared in the doorway, both relaxed.

"You boys alright?" Bobby asked, eyeing the mess warily.

"Just peachy," Dean growled sarcastically.

"This is what we came back to," Sam muttered.
"Everything thrown over and Harry missing."

Bobby tensed.

"The kid's gone?" he asked worried.

"Good riddance," Dean snorted.
"He killed our dad, I just know it!"

"No he didn't ya idjit!" Bobby growled.
"Knowing your daddy, he did that all by himself. Besides, Harry's not the type."

This had both Winchesters frown in surprise and confusion.

"You know something about him?" Sam asked curiously.

"After that whole thing with the demon, I called up a contact of mine in the Wizarding World. Apparently, Harry Potter is some sort of messiah to them. S'posed to kill an evil overlord," the old hunter told them.
"I hope for you two knuckleheads he wasn't found by any Death Eaters, 'cause if they have him…"

Sam was staring wide eyed at Bobby, fear and guilt swirling in his brown eyes as he started trembling a bit. Dean wasn't doing much better. The oldest brother had buried his head in his hands and was spouting profanities under his breath.

"We need to find him," he stated as he looked back up, staring at Bobby desperately.

"Aint nothin' we can do now, boy," the old man huffed.
"Kid's probably back in Britain right now, far out of reach for all of us."

"Then we go after him!" Sam said resolutely.

"And look for him where exactly?" Bobby asked.
"Look. I'm all for setting your stupid mistake right too, but there's no way we can find any wizarding colonies out there, let alone get them to lead us to Harry. The kid's on his own for now."

"What about your contact?" Sam asked desperately.

"Can't help us on that either. My friend is a Squib, can't do magic, and got kicked out of the family for it. He just knew about Harry since he was still in the know till ten years ago."

"Fuck!" Dean cursed.
"So what do we do now?"

"What we always do. Research. Until then, I suggest you boys buckle up and get your heads back in the game. There's a war comin'."

Sam and Dean nodded gravely at Bobby's words. He was right. They had their own problems right there with the demon still walking free with the Colt this time and more and more demons roaming around. They'd get to Harry when they knew more, but until then, they had no choice but to do what they always did. Hunt.

To Hocupontas and KorianneAnders: Sorry...