AN: Hello everyone! A lot of you commented on the ridiculous amount Harry paid for Huruu. You're right, it was insane. But there were reasons for it. Since I won't really mention them in the story I'll go ahead tell you. 1) Harry has no concept of money. We see this over and over again. Growing up with the Dursleys, he never had his hands on any money, so he never would have learned how to manage it. When he finally does get money, he almost never does his own shopping. Hagrid, Mrs. Weasley, or Dumbledore arrange for his supplies in every book except the third. You also see more than once that money seems to have no real value to him. The sweet trolley in first year, the ominoculars at the world cup, giving away the triwizard winnings; it has no value to him. 2) Harry is still hurting from the loss of the family he had just started. Now he listening to this owl upset from the loss of her chicks and mate and unable to fight back at the people who took her from them. That resonates. Of course he's going to do whatever it takes to help her without thinking about what it's going to cost him. And a couple hundred thousand isn't that big a deal for him. It's a drop in the bucket from what we saw of his vault in the first movie. Not to mention what's been added since Sirius died. 3) He just got conned. -_-; As I said, money doesn't mean much to him, and the skeezy shop owner is obviously not on the up and up. Skrewts? Chupacabra? Harry tells him he has class 4 non-tradables. Not a great guy. Everyone knows that Harry has money. He doesn't exactly hide it. He just screams 'please rob me!' And with that insane opening bid, how could you not expect him to be conned?

Anyway, enough of that explanation. Now, I hope you enjoy this next offering. You can all thank the jerk who frustrated me so much I had to do something cathartic to keep from hitting the meany-poo-head. Yes, I did just call him that. It's a lot nicer than what I want to call him. But the upside of my frustration is a lovely new chapter for all the wonderful people reading this story. b(^^)d

Also, we meet some angels in this chapter. I would like to state, for the record, THESE ARE JUST FICTIONAL DEPICTIONS OF HEAVENLY HOSTS! THEY ARE NOT REAL! These are just make believe. I simply used an angel choir that I found online. This is in no way supposed to be any kind of reference or actual representation of anything real. There is no religious or Biblical background for these or any other angels used in this fic. I'm pulling the personalities and traits from a mash of Supernatural and Fallen. Neither of these are religious texts and should not be taken as such.

Now that we've got that out of the way.

Chapter Nine

With a large toss of his arm, Harry helped the massive raptor to hoist herself into the air. "Aren't you worried about her coming back?" Dean asked, bending down to pick up the jesses the green-eyed teen had allowed to drop in the street.

"Leave them." Harry said angrily. "Honestly I should report that shop. No one keeps a post owl tied up like that. If I knew who to report him to, I would."

"But what about the bird?" Sam asked.

"She'll meet us tonight." He shrugged. "In fact, she'll probably be waiting for us at the hotel when we get there. Besides, did you see her? There's a reason I didn't want a gray or an eagle owl. She has to weigh at least seven kilos! I thought my arm was going to fall of when he stepped her onto it."

"Okay." Dean said curiously. "But how will she find the hotel? What if we don't stay at a hotel?"

This time Harry's smile almost reached his eyes. "All she needs is a name. A post owl can find anyone, anywhere as long as they have a name." He sighed, sparing the velvet purse a small wince.

"By the way, where'd you get all that gold?" Dean frowned.

"Kreacher brought it." The wizard shrugged. "Still that was supposed to purchase an owl, a broomstick, some robes, books, floo powder, a port key home… Instead I got twenty thousand galleon jesses that no self-respecting post owl would ever need and an owl so big I can't even lift her… Bugger. No wonder Molly insisted on doing all the shopping for us."

"So do you have anymore gold, or did you spend it all on an impulse buy?" Sam asked in exasperation.

"I have more." Harry frowned. "It's in my vault, but I'd really rather not deal with the goblins or the fact that I'm not sure if this wand is registered to me. That's why I had Kreacher get this gold for me." He sighed deeply before looking up to the sky after the vanished owl. "Oh well. At least I've got an owl. I'll just have to mail in for everything."

"So what?" Dean smirked. "You blow all your money on a bird and you're ready to go?"

"Well, not all of my money." Harry smiled. "If you spot a Honeydukes on the way out I can still spring for some Pumpkin Pasties or some Bertie Bott's."

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Not much longer they were again crossing the field back to the car, Harry's knobby wand pointing unerringly. "Are you sure that thing knows where we're going?" Dean demanded, not looking up from the moderate bag of sweets he was pawing through. Harry merely gestured to the road they were approaching. "Good." He grunted, glancing up before digging back into the bag. "If you lost my baby I'm shooting you on principle."

The teen rolled his eyes. "I've been using Point Me since I was fourteen. I think I've got it down by now."

"Yeah, how does that even work?" Sam asked curiously, eyeing the slightly shifting wand laying flat on Harry's palm.

"Easy." The wizard shrugged. "It always points north. Before we left I told my wand that the car was north."

"So is it focusing on a geographic north, or a magnetic north?"

"It's pointing north." Harry answered in confusion. "North is north, right?"

"Well, is it pointing to the place where the magnetic field dips, or to the place where a map shows north?"

"Er… yes?"

Sam blinked at the teen for a moment. "You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?" He asked in mild shock.

"Never do." Dean interrupted. "All I hear is 'bitch, bitch, moan, bitch question.'"

"Jerk." The younger brother groused as they reached the edge of the road.

"Bitch." The elder smiled before looking at Harry. "Now, kid, make with the voodoo. Where's my car?"

"Magic." The teen said in exasperation. "Voodoo is different. You have to pay for that. Magic is something you're born with. Finite incantatum." He finished with a quick flick of the wand. "Locantus aquitonem."

Dean smiled as the car reappeared, invisibility seeming to drip off of it. "Great. Let's go. If we keep driving tonight we can still make it to Bobby's in time for dinner tomorrow."

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The tall figure watched as his brother returned smiling victoriously. "So you found it?"

"Yes." The other replied, eyeing his six siblings. "I found it. The vessels are still traveling with it for now."

The first one frowned. "I don't want to kill the vessels, but I will if we have to… Is there anyway to separate the abomination from them?"

"We can deal with them." A third brother said. "The vessels protect the mortal they seek. Capture the mortal and you own them. They will give us the abomination in exchange for the monkey's life."

The other six nodded in agreement. "How long will it take for them to reach the mortal?" One other asked.

"Not long." The scout replied. "They will be there by sunset tomorrow."

"Then we will be there by noon." The first one said firmly. "The abomination will not be allowed to escape us."

"We will not fail, Brother." The fifth one said confidently. "We have never failed."

"Maktiel, Rogziel, Hutriel. Go to the mortal and seize him. The rest of us will prepare for the abomination.

The three nodded abruptly before all seven took to the sky.