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AN: Alright, next chapter. I was going to hav ethis next chapter up a few days ago but I was on vacation and got sidetracked. PS if you get the chance to go to the Harry Potter theme park in Orlando, go! It was my favorite part of the day; they did a really good job of replcating his world. They added detailed tidbits that diehard fans will recognize. It was great! (okay enough gushing, sorry I couldn't help it...) Anyway, hopefully this chapter clears up some questions y'all had. Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed. You guys can't imagine how happy and honored I am when people genuinely like my work. I'm glad you guys enjoyed my work; that's what makes it that much more enjoyable to write. Thanks to my beta Kirallie!
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.
0~*~*~0
"What'd you find out?" Sam asked looking up when Dean entered the room. Sam was able to remember bits and pieces, mostly mundane things such as the motel he was staying at and what he had for breakfast, but they came in flashes of inspiration or déjà vu. Harry had been sitting with the man while Dean had done the investigating and had gotten food for them. He dumped the take-out bags on the table along with his keys and leather jacket.
"You checked in last night," Dean said as he divvied up the food, "under the name Richard Sambora. Of course, I think the scariest part about this whole thing is the fact that you're a Bon Jovi fan." He took a large bite of his breakfast burrito and watched as Harry took several tentative bites of his pancakes.
"Dean," Sam whined as he pushed the food away from him.
"Your room's been quiet," he continued as though he hadn't heard anything. Dean had been perfect at this since Sam had learned to talk so it wasn't hard. "Nobody's noticed anything unusual."
"You mean no one saw me walking around carrying a huge ass hunting knife?" Sam replied caustically. Harry was staying out of this; Dean was more likely to get answers than he was seeing as he'd been getting answers from his younger brother his whole life.
"Yeah," Dean bit out. "That's what I mean." Sam stood up from his seat, frustration marring his features.
"Then how the hell did I get here, Dean?" he asked throwing his arms up, catching his brother's eye before turning to face Harry. "What happened to me?"
"I don't know, alright?" Dean replied, raising his voice as he stood, his burrito forgotten. "But you're okay, that's what matters. Everything else we can deal with."
"Oh really?" Sam shouted incredulously. "Cause what if I hurt someone else? What if Harry didn't stop me in time? What if there are others?"
"Sam," the older man sighed heavily as he slouched in his seat.
"What if this is what Dad warned you about?" he asked quietly, his voice cracking slightly as his brown eyes softened.
"What?" Harry asked confused, looking between his cousins. "Warned you about what?"
"Hey, whoa, whoa," Dean said, glaring at Sam harshly before glancing at Harry. "Nothing, alright, he didn't mean anything. Now, we don't know what happened. And we've just gotta treat this like any other job. What's the last thing you remember?" Sam shook his head slowly in thought.
"Just me, you and Harry…" he said softly. "Just in that motel room in West Texas. I went out to grab some burgers and—" He broke off and shock his head again, more vigorously this time.
"Alright," Dean said trying to stay positive clapping his hands together. "Anything else?" He swiped his burrito from the table and took a large bite.
"That's it," Sam said. "Next thing I knew, I was sitting in that house, my head feeling like it'd been used as a piñata. Felt like I'd been asleep for a month."
"That's it?" Harry asked his expression closed as the possibilities swam through his head. "You sure?" Sam nodded his head confused. "I think you were possessed. Everything's pointing to it."
"Wait, you've dealt with possessions?" Dean questioned him surprised. "Besides Dad's?"
"Voldemort wasn't always corporeal," Harry said distractedly before returning to Sam. "We just need to figure out who possessed you and why they left." Harry furrowed his brow in concentration as he turned to Dean who nodded in agreement.
"Murder, guys!" Sam shouted bringing their attention back to him. "That's what I almost did."
"But it wasn't you, alright?" Dean stood hurriedly to confront his brother. "I mean, it might've been you, but it wasn't you."
"Possession does that," Harry agreed as he too stood. "You're not to blame."
"Maybe I was," Sam responded and Harry's face scrunched in confusion. What the hell was he talking about? Of course he wasn't responsible if he'd been possessed. "I think maybe more than you know." He gave Dean a significant look from his seat. The older man sucked in a deep breath while Harry glanced repeatedly between them. He was getting frustrated with them for keeping something important from him.
"What the hell does that mean?" Harry asked angrily. He turned to Sam his green eyes softening. "Sam…?" The youngest Winchester sighed heavily, knowing he couldn't lie to his baby cousin but didn't really want to tell him the truth.
"For the past few weeks, I've been having…I've been having these feelings," he said tiredly. Harry dropped onto the bed behind him. This was sounding way too much like fifth year, just before Sirius died. He didn't know if he could handle it again, especially since this time he'd be watching his cousin go through it. He'd been so awful to his friends, he couldn't deal if Sam rejected him, pushed him away like he'd done to Ron and Hermione.
"What feelings?" Dean asked, glancing towards Harry before returning his gaze to his brother.
"Rage…hate," Sam said softly. "And I can't stop it. It just gets worse. Day by day, it gets worse. " Dean sighed as he sat beside Harry.
"You never told me this," he replied, trying to remain calm and understanding, neither of which were his strong suits. His primal instinct to protect his brother was warring with his other dominant instinct, to bottle his emotions and not talk about this. Dean took a deep breath in an effort to control himself.
"I didn't want to scare you," Sam said softly.
"Well, bang-up job on that," the older man replied after which Harry snorted. Both brothers turned toward him, eyebrows raised. He shook his head exasperated.
"You said the same thing to me this morning," the wizard said slowly. "And it was just as dumb then as it is now." He turned to Sam and pierced him with his green eyes. "Look. I know what you're going through…literally." Harry sighed as he dropped his head before running his hands through his hair. "A couple years ago, I was angry, like really angry, at everyone and everything. I was horrible to my friends, to my professors, everyone…and I didn't know why. I didn't know where the anger was coming from, why I was so upset all the time."
"What happened?" Sam asked lowly, an odd glint in his eye as he listened to his cousin's story.
"Voldemort," Harry replied, missing the older boy's flinch. "He was behind it all—"
"You mean like the Yellow-Eyed Demon," Sam said turning to his brother. "You know he has plans for me. And we both know that he's turned other children into killers before too."
"Whoa, Sam," Harry said shaking his head emphatically. "That is not what I meant at all."
"It sure doesn't seem like that," the youngest Winchester responded standing. "It feels like no matter what I do, slowly but surely, I'm just becoming—"
"What?" Dean asked angrily as he stood to face his brother.
"Who I'm meant to be," Sam said, his brown eyes flashing with aggression. "I mean, you said it yourself, Dean, I've gotta face up to who I am."
"I didn't mean this!"
"But it's still true!" Sam shouted. "You know that! Dad knew that, too! That's why he told you if it ever came to this—"
"Shut up, Sam!" Dean exploded, interrupting his brother from saying his greatest fear out loud, especially in front of their cousin. They'd decided not to tell Harry exactly what John had requested of his first born to do to his second with his dying breath; he didn't need to worry about that.
"Dean, you promised him," Sam said frantically. "You promised me!"
"Promised him what?" Harry asked angrily. He turned to Dean. "What did you promise him? What are you talking about?"
"Nothing," Dean told his cousin before returning his attention to Sam. "No. Listen to me. We're gonna figure this out, okay? I mean, there's gotta be a way, right?" His hazel eyes were frantic with worry and anger as he tried to deal with his brother without alerting Harry to the real problem.
"Yes, there is," Sam said. The sudden change in his demeanor confused Harry and Dean for a moment until the younger man pulled a gun from his bag on his bed. He held the gun towards his brother. "I don't wanna hurt anyone else. I don't wanna hurt you or Harry."
"Whoa, Sam, stop!" Harry said. "Dean is not going to kill you just because you're a little grumpy. Tell him Dean."The older man didn't take his eyes from his brother, not even to comfort his cousin or assure him with his eyes.
"You won't," Dean said quietly but full of conviction. "Whatever this is…you can fight it."
"No, I can't. Not forever," Sam replied, tears filling his eyes as he pushed the gun into Dean's hand. "Here, you've gotta do it."
"You know, I've tried so hard to keep you safe," the older man said as he curled his fingers around the handle of the pistol.
"Dean…?" Harry asked lightly, tears pooling in his eyes before he brushed them away angrily. He pulled out his wand, ready to stop either one of them from hurting each other. He wasn't going to lose any more family, not now, not ever.
"I know," Sam said as he watched his brother little by little break down. Dean was staring at the gun intently while Harry watched both closely. Dean slowly shook his head.
"I can't," he said before he dropped the gun onto the floor. "I'd rather die.
"No, you'll live," Sam replied sighing before he dropped his head. A moment later, the youngest Winchester brought his head up, his eyes glinting in anger and mania. "You'll live to regret this." He raised his hand which had been hidden behind him and swung a gun down on top of Dean's head, dropping his brother like a bag of bricks.
"I don't think so," Harry said coldly just before a red stunner struck his cousin. Sam dropped heavily and just for safe measure, the younger boy shot an incarcerous spell at the body, watching as thick ropes wrapped tightly around him. Once he completed securing Sam, Harry hurried over to Dean. He slapped his face a couple of times but decided it was taking too long, so he cast an enervate.
"What the hell happened?" Dean asked groggily. He sat up slowly rubbing his head, wincing as his hand brushed across the spot where his brother had hit him.
"Sam kicked your ass," Harry responded as he helped the older man to his feet. "I've taken care of him."
"I can see that," Dean said raising an eyebrow at the excessiveness of Sam's restraints. "We gotta get him outta here. Take him somewhere where we can perform an exorcism."
"Bobby's?" Harry recommended as he tapped his cousin with a disillusionment charm. Dean grabbed his leather jacket and keys, reaching the door before Harry.
"Isn't that a little far?" The younger boy smirked as he levitated Sam toward the door.
"Not for me." Dean's eyes grew large and he started spluttering as he followed Harry to the car.
0~*~*~0
Dean stumbled for a minute as his feet slammed into the ground outside Bobby's house. Harry had once again shrunk his car and apparated with both brothers to the salvage yard, though Sam was unconscious for the journey. The younger boy was already floating Sam up the steps before turning back to raise a questioning yet worried brow. Dean straightened and clamping down on his swirling emotions, he made it to the door in three strides. He pounded on the door just as Harry lowered Sam's feet to the ground so as not to startle Bobby too much.
The cocking of a shotgun filled the interior of the house. "It's us, Bobby!" Dean called warily and the pair watched defensively as the old man opened the door, his gun raised level with their chests. Dean immediately stepped in front of his brother and cousin, his hand snaking around to rest on the pistol in the back of his jeans. Sam was still floating limply in front of Harry, his head resting against his chest with his eyes closed. Bobby's eyes darted across the three of them; they hardened for a minute when they saw Sam's prone form.
"Yeah?" he asked, his grip tightening on the gun. "Where's the Impala?" Dean sighed dramatically but didn't take his eyes off his old friend.
"I told you he wouldn't take this easily," he said while Harry blushed sheepishly.
"Well, I didn't think he'd respond with a shotgun!" Bobby's openly hostile look grew confused. "I apparated us here."
"You did what?" he asked, lowering the gun slightly. Dean breathed a little easier but didn't let go of his firearm.
"It's a form of wizarding transportation," Harry explained. "I shrunk the Impala to make it easier." The old man's lips twitched slightly.
"Bet your cousin just loved that," he replied; Dean's gaze hardened as he stared at a point on the wall above Bobby's shoulder.
"Don't even get me started…" The old hunter surveyed them for a minute before dropping the shotgun to the side and pulling the door open wider to let them pass. Whatever they were, they'd have to pass through several traps and wards, including his holy water test.
After both boys had taken a hearty drink of water from a flask and explained why Sam was knocked out, Bobby relaxed around them. He grabbed a chair from the kitchen and setting it in the middle of the Devil's Trap they'd used on Meg, Harry lowered Sam into it after undoing the incarcerous spell. He reapplied some binding spells once they'd gotten him situated and stepped back, letting Dean and Bobby handle exorcising the demon from him.
At Dean's nod, Harry muttered, "Enervate!" Sam stirred slightly before lifting his head, smiling manically as he took in the sight of the three men before him. His brown eyes settled unnervingly on Harry as his grin widened.
"Hey!" Dean shouted, bringing Sam's attention to him.
"Well," he drawled slowly. "Back from the dead. Getting to be a regular thing for you, isn't it? Like a cockroach." A frenzied giggle erupted past Sam's lips and Harry tilted his head in thought while Dean glared harder.
"How 'bout I smack that smartass right outta your mouth?" He responded sarcastically. Sam sucked air through his teeth as he shook his head negatively; he glanced towards Harry again.
"Careful, now," he said his crazed smile returning. "Wouldn't wanna bruise this fine packaging."
"Oh, don't worry," Dean said lightly as he turned. "This isn't gonna hurt Sam much. You on the other hand…" The older man had a large bucket in his hands. He chucked it forward and the holy water covered Sam completely. Sam screamed in pain but he didn't smoke as demons normally would. Bobby glanced at Harry who had narrowed his eyes but Dean continued to interrogate his brother. "Feel like talking now?"
"Sam's still my meat puppet!" the man shouted violently leaning forward against his restraints. "I'll make him bite off his tongue." Dean shook his head slowly.
"No," he said. "You won't be in him long enough. Bobby?" The older man cleared his throat as he stepped forward slightly hesitant, his eyes darting between Harry and a book in his hands. The younger boy saw and gave him a steadying look. Sighing in resignation, Bobby began to read.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii…" His voice trailed off as he wandered around the room. Sam groaned and jerked in his bindings as Dean and Harry watched on.
"See, whatever bitch-boy master plan you demons are cooking up," the older man leaned down into Sam's face, talking over Bobby's voice. "You're not getting Sam. You understand me? Cause I'm gonna kill everyone of you first." Sam continued thrashing and moaning for a second longer before laughter rang out as he threw his head back in apparent glee. Bobby stopped his reading and glanced towards Dean.
"You really think that's what this is about?" Sam smirked evilly as his eyes swiveled between the two in front of him. Harry hadn't said a word since they'd started although Sam kept sending him looks. "The master plan? I don't give a rat's arse about the master plan. I don't serve masters anymore." Dean motioned for Bobby to continue.
"Humiliare sub potenti manu dei—" Sam smiled haughtily as the words had no effect on him. He shrugged his shoulders.
"Oops," he said. "Doesn't seem to be working. See, I learned a few new tricks." He dropped his head and began to speak but Harry stepped forward.
"So did I Bella," the younger boy snarled as he stared at the man who should be his cousin. Bella seemed shock for a moment before dropping the act and laughing maniacally, a glint in Sam's brown eyes.
"Aww," Bella said. "Itty bitty Potter's all grown up!" Harry narrowed his eyes as the smile grew on his younger cousin's face.
"Get out of him!" he snarled viciously. Bella's smile was so wide and crazed, she appeared as though she were barring her teeth like a hyena. He knew she was somehow possessing him or had cursed him because he'd been with her for over an hour. Hermione's potion may be accessible in England, unlikely because they were careful about who they sold certain potions to since the War, but there was no way Bella would be able to get it in the States.
The woman appeared to consider Harry's words. "Hmmm, no," she replied. "I don't think I will. Sammy's been so much fun, his pain so deliciously awful. Ohh, Jess, noo! Dad, come back! Poor baby…" Dean lunged forward but Harry was able to grab him before he did anything to his brother. Bella laughed cruelly as the young boy pulled his cousin back.
"Dean, don't!" Harry said glaring at Bella. "It's what she wants." Dean stopped struggling knowing his cousin was right and jerked out of Harry's grip, taking a defensive stance behind him, crossing his arms over his chest. "Look, I think I know what she did to him and I might be able to fix it."
"Might?" Dean asked, raising a brow. Harry sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.
"It's just…I've never done it before but I think I can do it," he said trying to explain. Dean put his hand on his cousin's shoulder and squeezed. Harry nodded, understanding what Dean couldn't say in words. He turned back to Bella and pulling a chair forward, he sat facing the taller man.
Bella smirked as Harry took hold of Sam's hands despite the restraints. "Aww, is baby Potter going to—"
"Silencio!" Harry snarled under his breath and whatever Bella had been about to say was cut off as she gaped soundlessly. Giving one last deep breath, the younger boy gazed deep into Sam's brown ones, willing the natural connection between them to spark and muttered, "Legilimens!"
Having never tried to enter anyone's mind before, he'd only ever done it by accident or through somebody else's means, Harry wasn't sure if it would work but the darkness that clouded his vision indicated it did. The darkness didn't immediately dissipate, though it felt like Harry was now in a dark room instead of a dark tunnel.
"Sam?" Harry called hesitantly but received no reply. Sighing, the younger boy considered his options. First of all, he had to get to Sam, then they could both deal with Bella. But he didn't know where he was. He hadn't been concentrating on a specific memory he wanted to see so he was in Sam's mind, the odd blank space that occurred when people weren't thinking. He had to somehow get into his cousin's memories but he didn't know which one. Think Harry! This is Bella. She obviously trapped Sam in his mind, probably in one of his more painful memories so he couldn't shut her out. What had she said earlier? Sam's pain was so "deliciously awful" - Ohh, Jess, noo! Dad, come back! The worst memories Sam probably had were of his girlfriend's death or his parents' deaths and since he'd been a baby when his mother died, Harry figured Uncle John's was more poignant than Aunt Mary's. Unfortunately, Harry wasn't with Sam during either memory so he didn't know what to concentrate on in order to get to them. Okay, what was Snape always going on about during their Occlumency lessons, that he had to clear his mind. He'd never been able to because he was always frustrated with the man, his emotions always got the better of him, especially when he would talk about his father or godfather. Maybe the art of Legilimency was the exact opposite, instead of suppressing emotions so the memory associated with them doesn't come to the forefront of the mind, it's about getting people emotional. Harry didn't know if he was right but he had to at least try. Alright, maybe if he remembered what it'd felt like learning of his uncle's death, he might see what Sam had gone through.
Harry cleared his own mind of all thoughts, going back to that long ago day when he'd lost the only uncle to ever care for him. He remembered the initial pain, followed by the numbness, the utter lack of feeling that enveloped him for hours after he'd woken up. Shapes were taking form before his eyes but they weren't clear, weren't distinct. Sam must have felt this too, but other emotions. Harry remembered the anger coming after the numbness, the anger at himself, at the world, at his uncle for leaving, hell, even at the brothers for not doing more, for having more time with him, for being with him when he'd died when Harry couldn't be. The shapes flew into being more clearly than before, Sam must have been feeling a lot of anger when his father died, but they weren't clear enough. Harry could have followed the memory if he'd wanted to, it would have been like viewing the world without his glasses, but he wanted to see it as Sam had. The last emotion that cascaded over him was sadness, sadness at watching his uncle burn, at knowing he'd never see him alive again, at being left once more. The scene came into focus and Harry finally saw the last moments of his uncle's life.
Sam was crouched on the floor, shouting for nurses, as his father lay beneath him not moving. Now he was on the bed, doctors and nurses flitting around the room, so many wires, tubes and machines beeping and whirring as they attempted to save John Winchester. Sam and Dean were in the doorway, hanging onto each other as they watched helplessly as their father remained motionless. The single long note filled the memory as all other sounds faded away.
"Time of death. 10:41 am." Harry felt tears roll down his cheeks as the memory started again. This was the prison Bella set up for Sam. She forced him to relive his father's death, forcing him to relive the helplessness and pain that this memory caused, forcing him to relive one of the most painful moments of his life.
Brushing the tears away, Harry hurried over to the man in the doorframe. He made to slap Sam, to try and snap him out of it, but his hand floated right through the body. A startling realization hit him. It was exactly like being in a pensieve, this was a memory. He couldn't alter it or interact with the people – he could only view it.
Harry glanced around the memory. Sam had to be here somewhere. As the memory started over again, the younger boy noticed a figure sitting in a chair near the window on the other side of the bed. His cousin looked as though he'd been put through the ringer, completely pallid and void of emotion, as though it had all been drained out of him. Tear tracks were evident on his face though none showed in his eyes, which were hollow and unseeing of the scene. Harry hurried over and shook Sam's shoulder roughly. The older man stilled before slowly rotating his head to stare at Harry in shock.
"Sam, it's me," he said. Sam stood abruptly and pulled Harry into a tight hug, running his right hand through his dark hair while gripping his shirt with his left. Harry relaxed into the hug and patted his cousin on the back before stepping back.
"I couldn't…she kept showing me…I couldn't fight her," Sam said brokenly as he rested his hands on Harry's shoulders, as though afraid to release him for fear he'd vanish.
"It's okay, Sam," Harry said reassuringly. "It's going to be okay. We've got to get out of here though."
"I can't," he replied. "I've tried." He looked around the room desperately, his brown eyes filling with tears again as he saw his father die. Harry put his hands on Sam's biceps and forced the taller man to look at him, holding his brown eyed gaze with his green one.
"Sam, this is your head," Harry said seriously. "You can think whatever you want. Just concentrate. Think of someplace calm, someplace happy. C'mon, you can do this." The older man seemed to physically steel himself against the images surrounding them by closing his eyes tightly and focusing on something else. Harry saw Sam begin to fade away and tightened his grip which caused the other man to reinforce his hold.
Darkness overtook them again but when it cleared they were somewhere Harry had never seen before. It was a small house, maybe two rooms – a bedroom and a living area. One wall was covered in postcards of various locations on Route 66 while a moldy plaid couch was pushed up against another. The kitchen was portioned off from the living room by a counter which was covered in newspapers and empty pizza boxes. An unmade bed could be seen through the open door of the bedroom. Harry wondered where they were and why Sam brought them here.
"Where are we?" Harry asked as he took in everything. Nothing was happening in the memory, no people, no animals, nothing.
"Flagstaff," Sam said smiling, clearly proud of himself. The younger boy stared at him blankly.
"And that means what exactly?"
"Flagstaff, Arizona," he clarified. "Nothing bad ever happened to me there. I was on my own for two weeks when I was fourteen. I lived off of Funions and Mr. Pibb."
"Who's Mr. Pibb?" Harry asked confused. Sam opened his mouth to explain but shook his head, deciding against it. The younger boy shrugged, letting it go.
"So what do we do now?" Sam asked, getting down to business as he took a seat on the couch. Harry sat on the other side sighing and running a hand through his hair.
"We have to get Bella out of your head," Harry started but Sam shook his head quickly.
"I've tried, man," he said. "It's like I have no control when she's there. I mean, how is she even in my head? How are you in my head?"
"I'm here through legilimency and our natural mental connection," Harry said. "She's here…well, I don't know how she's doing it. I think she's controlling your body through an altered form of the imperious curse."
"Wait," Sam said holding up a hand. "I'm being controlled?"
"Yeah," Harry said surprised. "You…never mind. Don't worry. Dean and Bobby are watching over your body, which is a little tied up right now. Sorry about that."
"Don't worry about it," Sam replied. "So how do we get her out?"
"Just like we would a normal imperious curse," Harry said. "Through willpower. I think the reason she trapped you in your memories was so you wouldn't, or couldn't fight her. She can tell you what to do but she can't make you do it. By keeping you distracted, you can't fight back and she can take over your body. It's not the true imperious curse, because then the person is physically aware of the things they're doing but they can't resist, but it should be overcome like the real curse."
"So as long as I tell her to get out, she'll get out?" Sam asked disbelievingly. Harry shook his head.
"Bella's not just gonna disappear because you tell her to," he replied. "You're going to have to be stronger than her mentally, force her out. But don't worry, I'll be there to help you." Sam appeared to consider it for a moment before nodding his head.
"Alright, let's do this."