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AN: So, apparently I'm bad at keeping promises...though you guys don't have to worry about me not finishing this. Sorry about taking so long to update; you guys are so patient which I greatly appreciate. Thanks to all my awesome readers and especially to anyone who reveiwed. I love getting feedback from you guys, good bad amd ugly. Thanks to my beta Kirallie for checking over my work.

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 X: Born Under A Bad Sign

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You made up your mind to leave it all behind
Now you're forced to fight it out
You fall away from your past
But it's following you

"Fall Away" The Fray

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"Oh, c'mon. That's bollocks," Harry shouted at the television, throwing his hands up into the air, his green eyes glaring at the screen harshly. "No card! For three penalties in the box! And you called the goal back! Are you blind or just stupid?"

Dean and Sam smiled as they watched Harry's reaction to the game playing out on the television screen. The last month and a half had been fairly rigorous for them so they decided to take a well-needed break for a couple of days. They'd been searching for the demon ever since Hermione had given them the sword but it was nowhere to be found. Frustrated, the boys had been taking on case after case in an attempt to feel like at least they were making a difference. The boys were currently holed up in a small town in West Texas after a poltergeist hunt from a few towns over. Dean had relinquished the remote to Harry who decided to watch a soccer game. Although the younger boy had never been obsessed with the sport as his dorm mate had been, he didn't mind watching and getting into a game on occasion.

"This ref is a complete tosspot," Harry said turning to glance at his cousins as he took a sip of his soda. "Only reason to call a goal back is for offsides or if the player committed a foul, but he didn't do either!" Harry turned back to watch and sighed in disgust. "And now the bloke's not even saying what the call was for! Utter wanker."

"I don't know," Dean said, completely serious except for a twinkle in his eye. "Guy looks offsides to me." He knew nothing about the finer points of soccer but Dean had had to listen to Sam go on and on about the sport during his phase and had picked up a thing or two. Harry rolled his eyes.

"He was onsides when the ball was kicked. See?" Harry pointed it out during the replay. "Therefore the shot was legit." Harry began to explain the ins and outs of offsides while Dean listened, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Maybe Harry was right: there was good magic out there; it was just hard to find.

*flashback*

"No but she's the second in town to murder because an angel told them to," Sam said. Harry was sitting on the other bed, away from Dean and his slightly uncomfortable MagicFingers habit. "Little bit odd, don't you think?"

"Well, odd yes," Dean agreed as he sat up facing his cousin and brother. "Supernatural, maybe. But angels? I don't think so." Harry blinked at his cousin in surprise.

"Why not?" Sam asked before Harry could.

"Cause there's no such thing, Sam," replied the older man. He appeared to be having difficulty believing that they didn't agree with him.

"Dean," Sam scoffed. "There's ten times as much lore about angels as there is about anything else we've ever hunted."

"Yeah, and you know what?" Dean asked sarcastically. "There's a ton of lore on unicorns too. In fact, I hear they ride on silver moonbeams and they shot rainbows outta their ass!" Sam sank heavily onto the bed next to Harry, his expression completely crestfallen.

"Wait," Sam said sadly. "There's no such thing as unicorns?"

"That's cute," Dean bit out harshly. "I'm just saying, man, there's some legends that you just file under 'Bull Crap'."

"And you've got angels on the 'Bull Crap' list?" Sam responded incredulously.

"Yep," Dean replied unrepentantly.

"Why?" Sam asked, trying to understand inside his brother's psyche.

"Because I've never seen one." It was a simple response. It was obvious that Dean lived his life by this simple response.

"So what?" Sam asked.

"So, I believe in what I can see," Dean replied, his hazel eyes dancing between his brother and his cousin.

"Dean," Sam sighed. "You and I have seen things most people couldn't even dream about."

"Exactly," Dean said. The simplicity of his train of thought was astounding to Sam. There were very few areas of gray in Dean's world and ever since meeting Gordon and the other special children, the gray areas were expanding. But this, this he could hold onto. "With our own eyes. That's hard proof, okay? But in all this time, I have never seen anything that looks like an angel. And don't you think that if they existed, that we would have crossed paths with them, or at least know someone that crossed paths with them? No. This is a demon or a spirit. They find people a few fries short of a Happy Meal and they trick them into killing these randoms."

"Maybe," Sam said noncommittally, glancing towards Harry who was looking at his hands studiously. Dean narrowed his gaze.

"C'mon, squirt," he said cuffing the younger boy on the shoulder. "You don't believe in this…do you?" Harry looked up, a serious expression on his face.

"Yeah, I do," Harry replied. "Angels and unicorns and all the good stuff in the world. Because I have seen it."

Silence followed his words as Sam and Dean gaped at him. Disbelief and shock covered their faces but there was a small hint of hope that couldn't quite be squelched.

"You've seen an angel?" Dean asked, trying for his usual nonchalance but failing miserably. Harry considered his question for a moment.

"An angel…maybe," he finally replied. "I feel like I have but I can't quite remember…But unicorns definitely."

"Unicorns, seriously?" Sam asked incredulously. Although he was willing to believe, to have faith, he couldn't quite fathom unicorns. Harry smiled and nodded.

"Seriously," he said. "They're the most beautiful creatures I've ever seen, so pure and good. The way they move, the way they look, everything about them is…good. There's no other word for them."

"When did you see them?" Dean asked as he took a seat, carefully watching as his cousin continued to draw into himself, into his memories.

"First time," he said. "First year. I was eleven and it was dead. Something had killed it. Even in death, the unicorn was so striking, so perfectly sad and chaste." Harry paused and bit his lip. He remembered Firenze's words, about unicorn blood and exactly why a drinker would have a cursed life. "The second time was when I was fifteen. I saw foals.

"The thing I learned from unicorns, and everything in the wizarding world, there must be balance. For every evil thing in the world, there must be something good to balance it. Every spell has a counterspell, every jinx has a counter jinx." Harry stopped talking again and considered his next words carefully. "The first time I saw a unicorn, it was dead. The next time, it was alive. Old, young. Balance. The problem is evil is so much more obvious, so much more easy to see. Good is harder to find."

*flashback ended*

Sam smiled as Dean began to argue in earnest with their cousin about soccer even though he didn't really care nor did he really know the particulars of the sport. He got up and grabbed his wallet. Both looked up with identical looks on their faces.

"I'm going to get something to eat," Sam replied, rolling his eyes. "You guys want anything?" Predictably Harry shook his head negatively; unpredictably Dean did as well. "Okay. I'll see you guys later."

The other two were so into their argument that neither really noticed that Sam had left, let alone that he'd asked them a question. Dean was smiling at the intense expression on Harry's face over the small debate. Obviously, this was important.

"Okay, okay," he said holding up his hands in defeat. "I give up. You win."

"Damn straight," Harry replied; Dean raised an eyebrow and the younger boy grinned sheepishly. Dean shook his head.

"I didn't know you were into soccer," he mused as he leaned back against the headboard and began to flip through the channels now that game was over. "I remember when Sam played; he was so gangly."

"Well, football's alright," Harry said shrugging. "I never really played but I've been around it my whole life, y'know? Now, quidditch…that's a sport!"

"Quidditch?" Dean asked, glancing towards him.

"Wizarding sport," he replied as a smirk stretched across his face. "Played on broomsticks." Dean's smile fell and he eyed his cousin nervously."Don't worry; it's completely safe."

"How do you play?" Dean asked after swallowing deeply and trying to get his emotions under control. He wasn't happy learning that his baby cousin played a sport on broomsticks, broomsticks!

"Well, there are three chasers who handle the quaffle. It's a sort of red football, er soccer ball," Harry started as he turned to face his cousin, his face lighting in happiness and joy. "The keeper protects the goal hoops; they're situated about fifty feet in the air. Then there are the beaters. They protect their team from bludgers, two lead balls that zoom around the pitch trying to knock players off their brooms, by hitting them towards opposing team's players. Believe me, getting hit by one of those…not fun. The last player is the seeker. That was me. I played for my house starting when I was eleven, apparently the youngest in a century. My job was to catch the snitch, a small winged ball that flew around trying not to get caught. The first seeker to catch the snitch ended the game and won a hundred fifty points for their team."

Silence followed Harry's little speech. He waited for Dean's reaction in happy anticipation. The older man nodded slowly. "Completely safe huh?" Harry shook his head and rolled his eyes.

"Alright, so it's not completely safe," Harry conceded. "But it's not like people die from it. Just a few bumps and bruises…and broken bones."

"Yeah, because falling from fifty feet only gives you 'bumps and bruises'," Dean said sarcastically.

"Concussion actually," Harry commented before he could stop himself but he quickly snapped his mouth shut and looked away from Dean who was glaring at him.

"You fell off a broom?" The shout filled the room and Harry winced slightly before hurrying to defend himself.

"It wasn't because of the game or my skill," the younger boy said. "Dementors caused me to fall."

"Dementors?" Harry sighed. It was going to be a long night.

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After Harry told Dean about dementors and assured him that he could take care of himself around them now, the pair settled into silence, watching television and cleaning guns. It wasn't until ten that Dean began to worry about Sam. Although he wasn't really paying any attention when Sam left, his brother had been his charge for so long that he became aware very quickly when his brother wasn't with him. The worry didn't begin to take hold until Dean's internal timer decided to go off whenever Sam was gone longer than the activity he was gone for required. He should have only been gone for half an hour, forty five minutes at most but two hours?

Dean glanced at his phone for the tenth time in two minutes and Harry was trying hard not to let his worry overwhelm him. Before he could change his mind, the younger boy crossed the two steps between the beds, grabbed the phone from Dean's hands and hit redial. He had the phone to his ear before Dean had even said a word. It rang three times before going to Sam's voicemail.

"Hey, this is Sam. Leave me a message." He snapped the phone shut and dropped it into Dean's lap as he slumped back onto his bed, his eyes returning to the television without saying a word. The older man glanced at him nervously before leaning back nonchalantly.

"You know Sam can take care of himself," Dean said casually. Harry changed the channel without saying a word. "I'm sure he's fine." The younger boy got up.

"Gotta use the loo," he said just before the bathroom door slammed behind him. Inside, Harry took several deep breaths, immediately beginning to pace. Sam was fine, Harry knew that, his cousin was always fine. He'd only been gone two hours; it's entirely possible that he got caught up at the library or something, thinking he and Dean needed some "alone time." Sam had been going out or drawing into his computer when Harry and Dean started talking but just like with Ron and Hermione, Harry needed both his cousins as well as time away from either one in order to stay sane. Harry was somehow going to have to convince Sam that he was just as important as Dean was to him.

Once Harry calmed down, he flushed the toilet, ran his hands under the faucet and left the bathroom. He glanced towards Dean who was quickly dropping the phone back onto the bed and trying to appear as though he hadn't just been calling his brother. Harry ignored him as he retook his seat on Sam's bed. White noise from the television filled the room as the cousins were lost in their thoughts before a rock song blasted out.

Dean grabbed the phone and had it to his ear in less than a second. "Sam!"

"I'm fine," came the bored response. "I got caught up doing some research."

"New hunt?" Dean asked as he leaned back against the headboard, relaxing while Harry rolled his eyes, barely hiding the happy smile on his face.

"Nah, just some stuff," Sam said lightly. "Listen I lost track of time but I'm a roll here. I should be back later."

"Wait, wait," Dean said harshly. "Where are you?"

"Where do you think?"

"Library?" Dean asked.

"Obviously," Sam replied. "Dean, I gotta go."

"Yeah, yeah, college boy," the older man said before glancing over at Harry. "Oh and I totally believe you but I think you're in the doghouse with Harry, man."

"I'll take him out," the youngest Winchester said in a bored tone. "Don't worry. Talk to you later." The phone suddenly cut off and Dean was left staring at it, an odd expression on his face. He turned towards Harry.

"He says hi."

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Harry was woken up the next morning by a repetitive treading coming from the area near his feet. Lifting his head, he stared blearily towards a pair of legs wearing a path in the carpet; his green eyes saw the worried expression on his cousin's face. Shifting around, Harry grabbed the clock off the bedside table and pulled it towards him, holding it under his nose under the numbers came into focus without his glasses. Eight o'clock? How had he slept so late? Why had Dean let him sleep so late?

"Where's Sam?" Harry asked groggily as he glanced toward Sam's bed.

"He went out to get breakfast," Dean said. The bed was neatly made but Harry should have woken up if he'd made it before he left. Looking closer he noticed that it didn't even appear slept in; in fact Harry could see the indent from where he had lain on it last night.

"He never came back last night, did he?" he asked as he hurried to get up, shove his glasses on his nose and grab his bag, pulling it towards him. Dean sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

"No," the older man replied.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Harry was busy throwing items out of his bag but he was still able to throw an angry look over his shoulder.

"I didn't want to worry you," Dean replied ignoring the look. He was surprised at how deep the bag was; it looked like a simple messenger bag.

"Well, you should have told me," Harry said pulling something from the bag and throwing things back in. "I could have saved you a lot of trouble." Once everything was back inside, Harry held a small mirror in front of him. "Sam Winchester."

The mirror turned a faint blue color before melting into a scene. Sam was moving through a copse of trees, his stance sure but wary, his eyes focused around him. He appeared like he was on a hunt, though he wasn't holding any weapons.

"What the hell…" Dean said as he came to stand behind Harry and saw the mirror.

"How did you think I found you guys?" the young boy said. "You and I both know it wasn't due to credit card trails. This mirror shows anyone in my family who is related to me by blood. We can also use it to go right to him. Grab your stuff."

Dean and Harry quickly threw their things together, making sure the room was cleaned of their prints, before hurrying towards the car, Harry keeping an eye on the mirror. So far, nothing had changed, Sam just continued to move through the woods, though his expression had hardened and his eyes had an eerie gleam in them.

Harry stopped just before opening the door to get in the passenger seat, eyeing the car curiously before glancing at Dean. The older man was motioning him to hurry.

"C'mon," he said. "What are you waitin' for?"

"It would be quicker if I drove," Harry said slowly, carefully looking his cousin in the eye. Dean raised a brow.

"No," he said as he stooped to get it.

"I really think it would quicker," he tried again. Dean eyed him curiously and sighed.

"Alright, I'll bite. How?"

"Promise you won't get mad…?" Dean considered it for a moment then nodded hurriedly. Harry smiled, releasing a breath. "Great. Come on this side." Dean slammed his door shut and walked over to his cousin's side. Harry brought out his wand and giving one last glance at his cousin, waved it. "Reducio!"

Before Dean could quickly translate the spell, the Impala shrunk to the size of a matchbox car and the man's hazel eyes bugged out of his head. Gaping like a fish, he tried to speak but couldn't get words out. Harry hurried forward, plucking the car from the ground and putting it in his pocket, before grabbing Dean's arm. He opened his mouth but turned toward his cousin instead.

"Hold on," he said, making sure he emphasized his point by gripping the arm tighter. "I mean it Dean, don't let go."

"I got it, squirt," he replied, showing all the trust and understanding he had for his younger cousin in his eyes. Harry released a breath before apparating from the parking lot, the mirror clutched tightly in his hand.

Dean stumbled slightly once his feet hit the ground, gulping in air greedily after the constricting sensation. He glanced towards his cousin who was trying hard not to smile at his discomfort. The older man straightened to his full height and gave Harry a hard look.

"The first time is always the worst," Harry said before hurrying towards the house that the mirror said Sam was. He could see the woods his cousin had traveled through before making it to the ramshackle building. It appeared abandoned, windows boarded up and the door was lying against the termite-ridden railing as though it was torn off its hinges.

Sharing a glance with Dean, Harry put the mirror in his pocket and pulled his wand and gun, holding them comfortably as he stalked up the porch steps behind his cousin who had taken point. No sound reverberated through the house to indicate where Sam was or why he was here. Although the outside was in poor condition, the interior looked well-taken care of, furniture nice and modern, pictures lining the hall, even a vase with living flowers in it. As far as Harry could tell, a woman lived in this house.

Dean motioned towards the upstairs and Harry nodded as he continued down the hall. His cousin was halfway up the steps when a shout sounded through the first floor. Both froze for a fraction of a second before bolting down the hallway toward the back of the house. Harry burst through the swinging kitchen door and startled the other two people in the house, giving him a moment to take in the scene before him.

Sam was straddling a younger woman a little older than Dean on the floor, locking her wrist to her chest with his left hand while holding a large knife above his head about to administer the killing blow. The hesitation gave the woman a chance to twist her hips and throw Sam off her. She backed up in a defensive stance, taking in the new arrivals as she inched towards the door.

"Help!" she called desperately. Dean's eyes shifted between his brother and the woman before he noticed her hand snake out to grab a canister of salt. She threw it at Sam who blocked it and stalked forward. Before anyone could make a move, the youngest Winchester flew backwards and smashed his head into the wall. The woman's eyes widened with fear and anger just before she fell forward.

Dean turned to his cousin who was holding his wand steadily in his right hand pointing towards his cousin. He flicked it and Sam went rigid. Harry released a breath and turned to face Dean.

"I don't know what's going on but we can't kill this woman until we know for sure," he said, trying to get Dean to understand and accept his actions. The older man nodded warily, letting Harry deal with both of them. Deciding to deal with his cousin first, Harry muttered, "Finite Incantatem! Petrificus!"

Sam flexed his upper body, moving his hands around nervously before looking up at Harry and Dean with a confused expression on his face.

"Sam, what the hell happened?" Dean asked. His brother looked up at him with hesitant brown eyes.

"Dean…I don't remember anything."

The older man's hazel eyes flickered to Harry who bit his lip in worry. Nodding his head, he decided to deal with Sam away from the woman and in a place where he could control the variables. Harry started toward the woman.

"Get him out of here," he said. "I'll clean up this." Dean grabbed his arm as he was passing and caught Harry's eye, making sure he knew was certain about this. "I know what I'm going to do. Don't worry; it's nothing bad."

Dean pulled his brother to his feet and throwing him over his shoulder, proceeded to drag him from the house. Once he was outside, he dumped Sam on the ground far enough from the house that he was out of the way but close enough that if Harry needed help, Dean was right there. He didn't know what Harry was going to do but he did know that it wasn't anything too drastic. It wasn't in the younger boy's nature to hurt people indiscriminately.

A few minutes later, Harry exited the house, moving steadily toward them with his hand in his pocket. Once he reached them, he withdrew the Impala and after putting it on the ground, resized the car. Despite Sam's protest, Dean put his brother in the backseat while Harry was in the front passenger seat. The youngest Winchester was still under Harry's spell and was unlikely to do be released any time soon. After Dean had started the car, he turned to Harry.

"What'd you do? Won't she go to the cops?"

"You can't go to the cops if you don't know anything happened," Harry replied simply. Dean raised an eyebrow at his choice of words. "She won't be reporting anything." The older man nodded and drove down the driveway to the road.