In Mac's Bar Everything Goes
Summary: WARNING: Spoilers to HP series and Supernatural up to Season 05 ep 10 "Abandon All Hope". After saving a bartender, Dean's life change. He has a lot to learn about hockey, bars and a guy know as Mac.
Category: Romance / Adventure
Pairing: Harry/Dean
Author's Notes: I love this chapter!
Dean was pretty sure he and Sam were all kinds of messed up. Harry's friends though were a whole new level of weird.
First there was Hermione, the girl from the phone call. She was bossy and Sammy smart so she and Sam made fast friends. They had the habit of divagating on their process of thought when they were together. It was like there wasn't anyone but themselves who could really understand what they were talking about. Dean tried to keep up most of the time but held his ground when she tried to take control of the operation. No girl would call his shots, he was an experienced hunter and wasn't afraid of giving her a piece of his mind when she started bugging him. So that made for mutual respect and a veiled admiration for each other's strong feats.
Then there were the Weasley brothers, Harry's ex-in-laws, Dean could bet his trigger finger on it… Ginerva's hair had the same ginger tone as theirs. Bill, George, Percy and Ron. Ron was Hermione's husband so she technically was a Weasley too, but as Dean learned soon, she was a whole chapter apart.
Percy, was a neat freak so he bothered Dean now and then. Ron, ate as much as he did so they would fight for the last French fries sometimes. George was smart and liked to make fun of Dean's macho attitude, but he knew not to push too many of the hunter's buttons. All these wizards had heard of hunters and knew they weren't to be messed up with. And there was Bill, who in some insane level was a kindred spirit who liked good music and wild lifestyle even if he had left it behind in favor of his wife and kid. Bill immediately had taken a liking to Dean, because he didn't care and didn't stare too much at his scars. Dean respected battle scars and respected Bill even more after learning they had been given by a werewolf.
Neville was cool enough. Could hold his ground but was a bit shy. When needed he spoke his mind and gave his opinion, but he grew red every time George made a joke about him liking Luna. And Luna… Luna was kind, but a freakshow on her own. Sammy liked her stary eyes and her wise remarks… But Dean didn't really have the patience for it.
For the first day they had a long strategic meeting. Packed everything they could carry, the Impala included, and popped or apparated, as they called it, to Boston. Dean and Sam had enough guns to blow up a whole block.
"Hey, Sammy! Aim for the head. That's how I offed that Death Eater douche bag." Dean warned as they prepared to make their move in the back alley of Mac's Canadiens Bar. Sam just nodded. Hermione and Luna were a bit horrified at their violence but they would make sure the hunters would be shielded from as many curses as they could stop, but the girls had explained that if the light was green and the incantation was Avada Kedavra, the killing spell Harry mentioned, that they had to duck or they would be dead. There was no blocking that, after all.
Bill picked the wards and the lock of the back room. Harry's wards, as Dean had imagined, were trick and powerful, but Bill was a professional curse breaker as he so proudly announced. He had worked for years for the Gringotts' goblins, whoever they were. The group found themselves in a business kitchen. There were piles of plates by the wall, fryers, huge washing machines. A Simple business kitchen.
"God, I missed this place." Dean commented to none in particular. Sam just looked at his brother. On their pockets they carried hex bags, just in case. Luna commented that if she weren't looking at them she couldn't sense their presence at all. That meant Ruby's mojo worked against all kinds of witches. Crouching low, Sam, Dean and Ron passed from the kitchen and hid behind the bar. The others would wait for the signal. They could hear the woman's voice. Using a small mirror and the one that was located behind the bottles of drinks they could see the whole room beyond the bar. The statues of the politicians were where the tables used to be. The Vipers were seated in the booths. The tables and chairs that should be at the dining area were covering the glass door, so nobody could actually see anything let alone enter by the front door. The woman was laughing and talking to an unresponsive and unemotional Harry Potter that stood by her prisoners, she spoke for him only but they were close enough to the bar that Dean, Sam and Ron could hear her perfectly. It was Ginerva Potter, and Sam had to hold Dean down so that he wouldn't blow their cover.
"You know, this place is dreadful. Mac's bar, ridiculous name, just like yours… I never knew you liked hockey." She commented matter-of-factly and shook her head. "Horrible sport. It's funny to think how you blossomed far from my influence, huh? That's what you used all your money for? This good for nothing bar?" She hit Harry in the face, he barely moved. "Oh, I forgot, you also spent it with that criminal of a boyfriend you got yourself." She laughed. "To think that you would turn out gay… You know, you could never hide from me, Harry. I know that look that tells your loved ones that you'd sell your soul to please them, and that was exactly how you looked at that man in your apartment." Dean felt his heart warm all over. So Harry really liked him. "You don't have bad taste either, I must admit. You are such pitiful creature, begging for love. I used to be like you, remember? I would run around you like you were the centre of the universe. Until I knew Tom in my second year. You never understood. You had to save me. But I was willingly sacrificing my life force so that he could return in the Chamber of Secrets. And before killing me… He had loved me like you never did, Harry. You failed me even as a man. Every time you touched me, I was thinking of him." She smiled wickedly at Harry.
"He touched my soul. But you killed him. I tried to stay close, to have you trust me so that I could ruin your plans, but you never did trust me completely, did you? Your instincts about me were too sharp for your body to let you lose that war to your foolish heart. Because I remember when that look of love and awe was turned to me… And it made me so sick I had to use Seamus to fuck the memory out of my mind. He is so much better than you in bed… He was never Tom, but he was definitely better than you. And now you are mine. You, your power, your money, this stinking little shithole. You are my toy now. Like the whole world. That's the gift Tom said he would give me. His death hurt me so… But I can get all revenge I ever wanted. The old fart, Dumbledore, the first in my list, is already dead, the traitor, Snape, the second one is also dead, you, are my toy. So I can begin with my family. George, who told on me, Ron who never broke your trust, that filthy mudblood he has for a wife… Look at us! In our years of marriage we never had such a long conversation!" She laughed, loudly. Discreetly, she threw a look at the bar.
"And who would have thought, your boyfriend does have some balls, Harry. Mobilicorpus!" She said and pointed the spell at Dean. Ron deflected it in time showing himself. That was when hell broke loose.
Dean shot Ginny's wand hand. Sam gave the signal. George, Percy, Neville, Hermione and Luna, entered just in time to engage in duels with the Vipers that mobilized around their master in the smallest sign of trouble.
The fight was vicious. Ron concentrated on two Vipers, Bill got himself a difficult one, Neville had two more to deal with and George got his own. Percy and Hermione shared one, while Luna tried her best to shield the Winchesters. Sam had killed a Viper already but couldn't get a second shot. Dean was empting his guns after Ginny. Who had dived behind the booths by the wall. Before long, George had his enemy out cold, and helped Neville. Soon more two Vipers were bound. Ginny was seeing her boat sink when Bill knocked his enemy off and Ron had also already made one victim.
"HARRY!" She screamed. With few hand movements he had all of them pinned to the wall with his powers. It felt so much like demonic behavior that Sam broke a cold sweat from the memory only. They all were out of the game. All but Dean. A rune flared on his forehead and he kept shooting at her. No Viper came to her rescue since they all had been subdued or killed by the former Dumbledore Army.
"Harry! Your boyfriend! Stop him, now!" She continued shrieking. Harry moved his hands but the rune on Dean's forehead shone again and nothing happened.
"You are SO dead, Bitch!" Dean answered back, full of confidence since Harry's magic didn't work on him.
She grabbed her own wand with her left hand thinking that if she wanted something done she had to do it herself. She aimed at Dean who thought that was just his chance to shoot her. He got her on her stomach which mad her scream in pain and rage, but she also hit him. It was the cruciatus curse. Dean screamed in the floor. Sam screamed for his brother but he could do nothing.
When she stopped the spell, she had a smirk on her lips.
"Are you ready to scream yourself dead?" She asked.
Dean rolled on his back and started laughing at her.
"Amateur." He spat at her.
"Crucio." She said again, breathing hard from the bullet wound and his anger, again he screamed.
When she stopped the spell again, he started laughing again.
"I've been to Hell and back, Bitch. If you want to cause pain maybe I can give you some pointers." That was it. She was fuming. She was beyond angry. Magic wouldn't suffice; she had to see the bastard bleed! She went to the kitchen and grabbed a butcher's knife that was in the knife holder on the counter. She came and lifted the knife at the man on the floor. For her, he was just a pitiful low muggle. What she forgot, was that the low muggle, even after the cruciatus curse, was a lot stronger than her physically and skilled in hand to hand combat. Her left hand which held the knife came down at Dean's chest but he grabbed it with both his hands, crashing her wrist and making her let go of the knife. He took it from the floor.
His muscles still shook like crazy from the torture but his anger at her was so that it didn't stop him from remorseless plunging the knife deep into her heart. And that was one of that few moments where he felt pleasure in killing. Her glassy eyes stared at him in pain as she fell to the floor. He smiled at her sadistically.
He was so focused on his task of killing her that he only noticed it too late. A voice said "Avada Kedavra" behind him and when he turned to look, Harry was standing just in front of him.
The green light hit him and his body started to fall. All bodies that were being held by his magic fell also. The man who did the deed was Seamus Finnigan. His mask fell when he hit the floor, dead too. Ron had taken care of him for Dean was too occupied. He held to him the cold body of his best friend. The glassy green eyes of Harry stared through him. His bloody hands touched Harry's face, painting it a dreadful, gory red as he caressed it repetitively, madly.
"Harry, Harry, don't do it to me, man. Don't! Hold on. I need you here. Please. Please…"
Sam couldn't look. Dean's eyes were full of tears. His lips trembled as he asked God, and Cas and whoever was listening not to take Harry from him. He begged and soon wasn't strong enough not cry. Sam couldn't really believe. When he stayed with Jane, he had thought it was over. The curse of the Winchesters.
It seemed he was wrong.
To be Continued…