Chapter 11

Bobby was on a mission. He needed to bring the Winchester boys together and soon. Dean was falling apart without his brothers, and who knew what Jaime had been through since he was kidnapped all those years ago? He hated that Sam had to be hurt but his being a wizard was a blessing in disguise. If Sam hadn't been a wizard, they would have never known who had kidnapped Jaime. Flipping through his journal, Bobby looked for the slip of parchment that his wizard contact gave him in case of emergencies. The man probably meant to contact him if there was a breach in the Statute of Secrecy or a hunt that had to do with his type of magic, but Bobby felt that this was urgent enough. Finally he found it tucked behind a photograph of him and some of his old hunter buddies. He spread it out on the table and pulled out a pen. He sketched a ruin on the upper left corner of the parchment, activating the spell, and wrote.

Are you there?

He had to wait for about ten minutes for his contact to reply.

Bobby? Is something wrong?

I need your help.

You know that if it's within my power, I will do whatever to help you. I owe you.

I need your help finding the Winchester boys.

He was quiet for the longest time making Bobby feel very suspicious.

Hello? Are you still there?

Yes, sorry Bobby. I was just lost in thought. You said their name was Winchester?

Jaime and Sam Winchester; Jaime should be seventeen and Sam is eleven. Jaime was taken from us when he was about Sam's age and Sam received a letter from Salem.

The contact did not reply. Bobby tried to get him to respond, but it seemed that he had left. Bobby folded up the paper and took a draft of his favorite beer. Wondering if his contact would still help him Bobby decided not to risk it and went back to researching how to contact Salem.

Potter Cottage, England

Remus was pacing through the house, running his hand through his hair agitatedly. Could it be a coincidence? Could his Jaime be the same one Bobby Singer was talking or rather writing about? Could he have been kidnapped from America? Putting the facts together, it made sense, except he didn't know why Jaime hadn't said anything about it. Being kidnapped from your parents was a traumatic experience, and when Remus got the eleven year old the kid seemed fine. He knew that Jaime wanted to go home, but that didn't necessarily mean that he had been kidnapped as a child. Remus wondered what he should do. He was torn between wanting to return Jaime to his family, and keeping his cub to himself. Bobby was his only link to Jaime's past. He wanted to know more about his late best friend's childhood but didn't know how to approach it. Whatever he did would be risky. If Jaime really was kidnapped by someone in the wizarding world, there was a chance that they would be watching to make sure that no one found out about what had happened. And if Bobby clued in on the fact that he knew about Jaime, Remus would have hunters on his tail, literally and might never see Jaime again.

Forgetting about the fact that he had been talking to Bobby, Remus pulled on his cloak and apparated to Hogsmeade. From there, he practically ran to the school in order to talk to his honorary nephew. Entering the school, he wasn't as careful as he should have been and almost ran his ex-transfiguration professor over.

"Remus," McGonagall, "Merlin, what has you in such a rush?"

"I need to speak to Jaime," Remus quickly and anxiously replied. He didn't want to converse with the old woman but knowing how the woman felt about Jaime, he knew it was inevitable.

McGonagall bristled, "That godson of yours is worse than Sirius and James put together!" the woman exclaimed making Remus roll his eyes.

"What happened?" he asked tiredly, "Jaime, I've found, is more like his mother than those two."

McGonagall narrowed her eyes, "Bah," she exclaimed, "That boy is more like that godfather of his…in a bad way! It's tragic enough that he's a Slytherin but now he's completely disregarding the headmaster's authority. Even Sirius in his worst days never went so far; he always had a healthy respect for at least the headmaster. Everyone knows that James and Lily did not have more children. He's claiming that he does have a younger brother and that the boy is under his authority. He also refuses to allow the boy an audience with Professor Dumbledore claiming that Albus would harm the child."

"Sam Winchester I take it," Remus said after remembering the name.

"You know of the child?" McGonagall asked surprised, "He has just been transferred from the colonies."

Remus nodded, "Sam is indeed Jaime's younger brother, maybe not by blood but in every other way that counts." He chided the older woman, and then tiredly requested to speak to his charge.

"Mr. Potter should be in his dormitory right now. Would you like an escort?" the cat animagus offered.

Remus shook his head, "I know where to go,"

McGonagall couldn't help but smile, "Of course you do. I do wish you talk some sense into that boy, even if he is Mr. Winchester's brother! He has not right spreading those lies about the headmaster."

Remus gave the older woman a placating smile. The woman had been the most disappointed when the sorting hat called out Slytherin. In fact she tried to convince Jaime to petition for a resorting. Jaime refused, and since then the cat animagus had held a grudge against him. She never cut him a break. If he did really well in class she ignored him, if he did something wrong, she would make sure to assign him extra work and take house points. At first when Jaime had told Remus what his old head of house was doing, the man insisted that she was just being hard on him so that he could be the best he could be, but once over Christmas Remus and Jaime were invited to the castle and saw first-hand how awful the woman was to his cub. It wasn't obvious, especially to those students and alumni who had not been in the Gryffindor house, but to Remus, it was blaring. He couldn't understand how she could be so cold to the son/godson/honorary nephew of her self-proclaimed favorite students.

He bid her farewell, and walked towards the Potions classroom where he knew Snape was fiddling with his potions. Once he spotted her former year-mate, he asked the man to get Jaime for him. Snape grumbled something about not being a messenger boy but complied, knowing that as Jaime's guardian, he had a right to talk to the boy. Jaime followed Snape into the Potions classroom and once he spotted Remus he gave the older man a wide grin and a hug.

"Hey Remus," Jaime said happily, "What brings you here?"

Remus just smiled and gestured for the 17 year old to follow him. They went deeper into the dungeon until Remus found an empty, portrait-less classroom. They sat down on the benches and Remus began.

"So how have you been since your last letter?" he asked, not wanting to broach the main topic yet.

Jaime grinned, "I actually found my little brother," he exclaimed excitedly, "Sam is a wizard too and I managed to get him transferred to Hogwarts. I missed him."

Remus beamed, "That's wonderful!" he exclaimed, "You seem so much happier."

"I am," Jaime admitted, "Or rather I'm getting there."

"Tell me about Sam," Remus requested.

Jaime beamed, loving to talk about his baby brother, "Sam is my youngest brother. He's optimistic, and always tries to see the good in everyone. He's the only one of our family who doesn't remember mom but that doesn't stop him from being the most like her. He's stubborn and always tries to figure out what's hidden from him. It's easier just to tell Sam what he wants to know because at least then it won't matter as much to him."

"He sounds like an amazing kid," Remus complimented.

"I practically raised him, you know." Jaime whispered, "With my dad always working it was up to me and my other brother to take care of Jellybean."

Remus stared at Jaime for the longest time making the Slytherin uncomfortable. When the man finally spoke, he said the last thing Jaime expected.

"Bobby Singer contacted me," he said quietly.

Jaime asked Remus to repeat what he said, not knowing if he heard the man right.

"Uncle Bobby?" he asked, "Gruff guy in his fifties, always wearing a baseball cap?"

Remus nodded, "He said that he was looking for you and your brother."

"But…how…why now…what?" Jaime stuttered.

"He said that you were kidnapped," Remus added.

Jaime smiled bitterly, "I was,"

Bobby Singer's Guest Room

As Dean lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, he wondered just what Jaime and Sam were doing. It was something he did to feel closer to his brothers and never failed to amuse him. He always imagined Jaime reading books, cleaning his weapons, and learning how to be a better hunter. His older brother was always striving to prove himself a better hunter so that one day, sooner rather than later, their father wouldn't have to hunt on his own anymore.

Jaime also spent much of his time writing in his journal. He loved to write down his every thought so that he could go over them later and laugh at the way his brain jumped from topic to topic. Sometimes he read his entries to Dean, but most were very private ideas. Dean asked Jaime once what the older boy wrote about and Jaime told Dean that he wrote down his ideas for how to hunt more efficiently, his ideas for different devil's traps, his theories on why silver or salt worked to repeal the supernatural. Dean wondered if Jaime still kept at his journals, and what he wrote about now.

Imagining what Sam was doing always made Dean feel extremely nostalgic. The eleven year old took after his oldest brother in reading about the supernatural but he hated the practical side of things. Sam always had his nose stuck in a book, whether it was a hunting book or a book about the academics always varied.

He sighed, sat up off his bed, and went downstairs. Bobby was calling him for lunch. After eating his plain grilled cheese he walked into the living room and spotted a strange piece of paper on Bobby's desk. It looked old and very thick. He stared at it and wondered how and why Bobby had a blank strange paper. He took a pen and wrote a quick scribbled hi. A moment later, something else appeared in its place.

Who is this?

Dean froze, staring at the paper in disbelief. How was it talking to him? Was it a prank?

Bobby?

Leaping away from the desk, Dean pondered over the fact that the prank actually knew Bobby's name. Hesitantly going back over to the piece, he picked up the pen once more and wrote.

No, this is De David Greene

Dean knew better than to trust something that didn't think for itself.

David? Where's Bobby? Does he know you're using this? Where did you find this?

Who are you? What are you?

His words stayed on the page for the longest time before the text changed and told him to go find Bobby. He obeyed, not willing to know what kind of contraptions Bobby had that could and probably would eat him. Once Bobby was with Dean, he explained how he found the paper and wrote on it before the text disappeared, revealing someone else's.

"It's writing back?" Bobby asked.

Dean nodded and Bobby immediately went over to the paper and scribbled something on it. The words rewrote themselves rather urgently.

Who is David Greene?

Bobby looked at Dean in amusement, finding it funny that even on paper where the recipient wouldn't see his face he used an alias.

Don't you worry about David! He's just a kid.

Are you sure this won't breech the Statute?

His younger brother is a wizard. Now, why did you leave so abruptly earlier?

Remus didn't reply for the longest time, making Bobby nervous. Dean looked at Bobby and asked him everything which helped distract the hunter.

"This here is a Scribe. It helps me communicate my wizarding contact without the use of owls or fireplaces. Remus, my contact, and his friends invented them when they were in school."

Dean looked at the paper in awe, wondering how such a normal thing could do so much. He was undoubtedly impressed, thinking that it was cooler than the telephone especially since it used magic.

"Do you think we can get one of these to Sam?" Dean asked, hopefully.

Bobby sighed, "These aren't really for the public…"

Bobby, I need to tell you something that may shock you. Are you sitting down?

Bobby looked at the parchment in concern before sitting down. Remus never exaggerated and if he said that Bobby needed to sit down, he definitely did. Bobby, sensing that this would be a delicate topic, sent Dean from the room. The teen protested, but complied, knowing that Bobby didn't overreact unless it was for a good reason.

What is it Remus?

Remus took a moment to collect himself, and Bobby assumed the worst of the man's silence.

Do you know something about Jaime or Sam?

I know Jaime. Remus wrote out slowly. He was put into my care in June when he was eleven.

You took Jaime? Bobby was in shock, wondering how news of Jaime was under his nose for all these years and he never knew it. He was mad that his supposed friend did this to one of the boys he considered his honorary nephews.

No, it wasn't me. I love my cub as if he were my own. I don't know who took Jaime and Jaime either won't or can't tell me anything about it. Albus Dumbledore had him in Hogwarts and decided to let me house him over the holidays when school was out of session.

Dumble what?

He is the headmaster of Hogwarts and the leader of the Order. I don't know how he got Jaime, but he's the one who put Jaime in Hogwarts and helped me get guardianship over him.

When did Jaime start at that school of yours?

In September.

So let me get this straight. Someone kidnapped Jaime only to enroll him in one of the most prestigious schools in England?

Do you know who Jaime was before your friend adopted him? He is or rather was Harry Potter, the child who somehow defeated you-know-who as a baby. When he disappeared from the wizarding world, it was chaos. Dumbledore was in charge of finding him.

Wait, isn't Dumbledore the guy who sent Snape as a teenager into the lion's den to play spy on that Dark Lord guy?

Yes

He was the one who was looking for Jaime?

Yes

Don't you find it suspicious that Jaime was kidnapped and somehow ended up in the very school the man who had been looking for him was headmaster of?

I don't understand.

Jaime was kidnapped by this Dumbledore. Dean tells us that Jaime got a letter sent to him by owl, just like Sam did for Salem. He disappeared as soon as he touched the letter.

Bobby, are you saying what I think you're saying? That Dumbledore is responsible for taking Jaime from his family?

Yes

Are you insane? Dumbledore is the most caring and compassionate person I know. He would never kidnap anyone. He's not the bad guy!

I think he is. Power corrupts, no matter how you use it.

I don't believe it!

I don't care if you believe it or not. All I care about is finding Jaime and Sam and bringing them home. You found Jaime, now can you find Sam.

Don't worry about Sam. He's with his oldest brother.

How?

It's not important.

I'm going to let this go until we see each other face to face.

Face to face?

Get ready Remus Lupin, because you're going to be hosting Hunters.

A/N: I am really sorry that my updates are coming so slowly. Between working and school, I'm exhausted. I take all the time I can get in order to just chillax. I'll try to be more on top of things but even if my stories don't get their update regularly, remember that I have no intention of leaving them unfinished.