Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related affiliates thereof belong to JK Rowling. Supernatural and all related affiliates thereof belong to Eric Kripke. This is purely for entertainment purposes only, no profit is being made. In other words, please don't sue me! Recognizable quotes are from Supernatural's episode "Born Under A Bad Sign". I got the transcripts from TwizTV. I also don't own the songs!

AN: Ahh, the intermediary chapter. Hopefully this answers a few questions. Thanks to everyone who read, reviewed, alerted or favorited this story. I always smile when I see I have a new review in my inbox; seriously you guys make my day! Thank yous are in order to Kirallie, my amazing beta who puts up with my spastic spurts of inspiration. Also, for anyone celebrating the holiday...HAPPY THANKSGIVING! May you all have a fun-and-family-filled turkey day.

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

Harry was able to get Sam back to the netherspace in his mind, once they had a working plan. The darkness surrounded them, though it didn't feel nearly as constricting as it did when Harry first arrived. The younger boy was assuming that since Sam was with him, the area was much more receptive than it was of simply him.

Neither was entirely sure how to make Bella appear so they could force her out but Sam thought that since it was his mind, as Harry kept telling him, he could simply make her show up. Harry thought it sounded plausible and since he was making everything up as he went along, it was worth a shot. Sam took a deep breath, hardening himself against Bella's manipulations before he called out.

"Bella!" The shout seemed to be swallowed by darkness and both looked around. Harry didn't expect the crazed woman to suddenly appear. She'd find ways to use the darkness, to keep herself hidden from them as she attempted to figure out a way out of the situation. Harry had seen Bella in action too many times; he knew she was smart, crazy but smart; she was willing to do what she had to in order to survive. Harry just had to make sure that he kept Sam safe from this woman. He wasn't going to lose anybody else to her ever again.

"Is little Sammy ready to play?" The sing-song voice filled the darkness and Harry and Sam spun on their heels trying to find the source. "Baby Potter never liked to play my games but you will, won't you?"

Sam's eyes froze into brown crystals as they pierced the darkness. Anger was radiating from the taller man and Harry felt calmed immediately because he suddenly realized how much his cousin loved him. Dean showed his love through protection, through his mothering, while Sam did it by acting as an older brother: someone he could gang up on Dean with, someone to show him how to use a computer, someone to help him clean weapons when Dean wasn't looking. On hunts, Sam always kept an eye on him but he was more likely to let Harry make mistakes and take risks than Dean was. Now though, Harry knew Sam was going to be just as protective, just as aggressive toward Bella as Dean would have been. He was suddenly filled with happiness at the realization.

"Sorry, I don't play games," Sam said icily and his eyes narrowed. The area he was looking at was suddenly illuminated and a woman was shown standing twenty feet from them. Sam's mouth morphed into a wicked smile. "Hello Bella."

The woman looked slightly better than she had when she was with the demon. Her dark hair hung around her face in healthy waves though it was still slightly gaunt. Her eyes still held a touch of mania which was evident in her stretched, demented smile. She lurked forward lankily and began to circle the two boys.

"So, if you're not gonna play with me, why'd you call me here?" she asked. "Don't you like my presents to you?" Sam laughed hollowly.

"You mean my memories of the worst times of my life?" he asked sarcastically. "Thanks but no. It's time for you to leave." Bella's smile grew and she shook her head slowly.

"Sorry, I like my playground," she replied in glee. "The only one better would be little Harry." Sam stepped in front of his cousin and practically snarled at the woman.

"You are never going to hurt him again!" he said viciously to her but she wasn't intimidated by him. Bella was only afraid of power, true power, and empty words meant little to her. "Now leave."

"You're not strong enough to get rid of me, little boy," she said, her voice dripping with disdain and anger at his pretentiousness. "I have control of you and there's nothing you can do about it."

Harry stepped up for the first time and grabbed his cousin's hand, completing the circuit throughout their minds. "Maybe he can't but he's not alone. You know you can't control me, Bella."

"No!" she shouted in despair and anger, her eyes enlarging and becoming more crazed.

"Leave," Sam said harshly and Bella stumbled back as though she'd been physically hit. She leaned forward against an invisible barrier comically, her face losing all its beauty in her rage and madness. "Leave!"

Bella shouted as she was forced back more forcefully. She appeared to be losing the fight against the barrier once she had regained her position. "This isn't the end! You will never be safe from me, Potter! You hear me, never!"

"Now," Sam snarled and Bella disappeared into the darkness, kicking and screaming. Harry glanced around warily, not sure she was entirely gone but Sam sighed heavily, a smile making its way across his face. "She's gone."

"You sure?" Harry asked hesitantly. The older man nodded.

"Yeah," Sam said. "I don't feel her any more. I only feel you."

"Oh," he replied surprised. He hadn't thought about how his presence in his cousin's mind affected Sam. Harry turned toward him and smiled cheekily. "That's good." Sam gave him a look.

"Harry, I love you but get out." The younger boy started laughing as he pulled back from Sam's mind and Bobby's living room came into focus. Dean was pacing around the room while the older hunter was sitting on a chair with a book spread across his lap. As soon as Harry shook his head to clear it, Dean crossed the room in several strides. He turned the younger boy to face him which caused Harry to break his grip on Sam's hands. Dean's hazel eyes were zipping between Harry's green ones.

"You with me, squirt?" he asked worriedly.

"I'm fine, Dean," Harry replied adding an eyeroll for extra measure. The older man's lips twitched as he shook his head, knowing he was trying to get a rise out of him.

"As touching as this is, can I get up?" Sam asked. The other two turned to look at Sam who was pulling fruitlessly at the bindings. He was clearly unhappy with the current arrangements, especially since Dean was no longer worried about him. Dean folded his arms across his chest and leveled his younger brother with a withering look.

"You really you?" he asked brusquely. Sam sighed heavily.

"Dean, let me up," the younger man said with a whining note in his voice.

"I don't know man," Dean said lightly. "My baby has been through a lot cause of this. I can't just let you go if you're—"

"Dean!" Sam shouted. Harry smiled but held out his hand to Dean who had been holding onto his wand while he'd been traipsing through his cousin's mind. The older man sighed dramatically but gave the wand to Harry who immediately tapped it against Sam's bindings. They released him and the youngest Winchester bounded from the chair. He rubbed his wrists as he moved around the room in agitation. Apparently not being in control of his body wasn't very comfortable.

"You three princesses done?" Bobby asked gruffly from his chair. "Can I have my house back?" Harry smiled as both brothers looked sufficiently chastised.

"Ah, Bobby," the young boy said sweetly and a cheeky grin. "You know you love us." Bobby gave him a leveled glare.

"Boy, I may love you," he conceded. "But I'll kick your ass if you think you're gonna to stay."

"You got a hot date, Bobby?" Dean teased as they put the room back together from Sam's possession. Bobby deigned them unworthy of an answer. Once they had cleaned up, Sam was hurrying the others toward the door. However, he stopped abruptly at the sight of yard, or more precisely the lack of Impala in it.

"Where's the car?" he asked as he turned to face the others.

"You got a hot date?" Dean said sarcastically, wondering why his brother was trying to push them out of the house.

"I shrunk it," Harry replied, knowing Dean wasn't going to. Sam stared at his cousin in surprise, stopped momentarily from his pursuit.

"You shrunk the Impala?" he asked. "Dean let you shrink the Impala?"

"Like I said," Dean said gloweringly, "my baby's been through a lot cause of you."

"Apparently," Sam said still with a shocked expression on his face. He turned to face Harry. "You, uh, wanna change her back?"

The younger boy rolled his eyes but proceeded to take the small car from his pocket, place it on the ground and enlarge it back to its normal size. As soon as he was done, Sam was practically shoving him in the backseat; however, Harry had had enough.

"Sam, stop!" Harry shouted as he dug in his heels. "Why are you trying to get us out of here so quickly?"

"I just am, Harry," he replied cryptically. "Now get in the car." Harry's green eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms over his chest. Dean was watching from the sidelines but he wasn't saying a word. This was Sam's mess and he wasn't about to step in and clean it up.

"Not until you tell me why," Harry said lowly.

"Harry…"

"No!"

"Because I said so, that's why!" The explosion was quite unexpected. Dean had never thought his brother would have ever said that, mostly because that was their father's line nine times out of ten and Sam had hated it every time. The youngest Winchester ran his hands through his hair distractedly while Harry's eyes flickered toward Dean uncertainly.

"Alright, Sam," Dean said as he stepped forward. "What's going on?"

"I…" he sighed heavily. "I gotta find her. She's out there and I gotta find her." Dean shook his head in frustration. This was why they didn't let their emotions get the better of them on a hunt, cause they make mistakes. Sam wouldn't ordinarily consider leaving a base of operations without a plan just to chase some crazed psycho bitch – that was normally Dean's forte. They could all see it; Sam was merely running. Harry heaved a huge sigh and the brothers turned back towards him.

"You know, if you lot would just tell me this stuff, all this could have been avoided," Harry said irritated.

"You know where Bella is?" Dean asked incredulously.

"No," Harry replied as he happily got in the car. "But I know where we can find out."

0~*~*~0

Last time they had been this close to a wizarding community, Harry had wanted to suddenly turn into a chameleon, be able to blend into the background so that no one would notice him. Now however, he was counting on his reputation to get him the information he needed with as little fuss as possible.

After apparating one final time with the brothers, both of whom were in agreement that driving was by far the better way to go and Harry would not be "driving" for a while, the three of them made their way through downtown Boston. The streets were busy with tourists and shoppers, pedestrians and bikers. Harry would have loved to have had time to look around, take in all the sights of the historic city but unfortunately they had little time to waste. Bella had been expelled from Sam's mind, possibly damaging hers but definitely slowing her down a little, giving them a slight advantage which Sam was more than happy to press.

"Your contact lives in Boston?" Dean asked, his hazel eyes dancing around as he assessed the people and various exit strategies.

"Actually, I'm not sure where they live," Harry replied tilting his head to the side shrugging his shoulders. "But they more than likely work here."

"More than likely?" Dean asked as his eyebrows rose in consternation. Harry was too busy looking around the area to really pay attention to his cousins so when he replied, it was quite distracted.

"Uh huh," the younger boy muttered before his eyes zeroed in on a non-descript building kitty-corner to them. It was older, possibly as old as the city itself though for some reason it hadn't been torn down yet. Its large stone block walls were still sturdy but the thatched roof could do with some work. On either side of the small structure, large twenty-first century buildings dwarfed it, both in elegance and size. Bostonians had long since accepted the building, had given up trying to get it condemned since it seemed the building had a guardian angel keeping it open, especially since there was two pots of begonias sitting innocently beside the door. Harry started toward it.

Dean and Sam glanced toward each other in confusion before following the younger boy. Harry was peering at the building diligently, surveying the boarded windows and doors with a practiced eye when the brothers caught up with him.

"Uh, dude," Dean began once he realized Harry wasn't stopping his inspection of the building. "What are you looking for?" The younger boy glanced up and saw both older men looked uneasy, as though all their supernatural senses were going off but instead of a devil-may-care attitude, they looked like they wanted to bolt. "Cause I don't think your contact works here."

"Sorry, I forgot," Harry said sheepishly. He wandered a few feet from the old building and Sam and Dean both relaxed immediately. "I'm fairly certain this is the entrance to the AMG; I just can't remember how to get inside." He turned to look at it again, a frustrated expression crossing his face. "I know it should be around the door but…"

"Wait," Sam said confused. "The American Magical Government is housed in a condemned building on Beacon Street?"

"This is only for the muggles," Harry replied easily. "It's not like wizards can have their own offices in the Capital Building. We use buildings that muggles don't care about, that they ignore – then we add muggle-repellant spells and notice-me-not charms. This keeps them from looking too closely. Inside will probably look a bit better."

"You guys take paranoia to a whole new level, you know that right?" Dean asked as he watched Harry return to his surveillance. The younger boy gave him a sour look before replying.

"If you went through the Salem Witch trials and the Spanish Inquisition, you'd be a little paranoid too." Sam smirked at his brother gob smacked expression at their cousin's retort.

"How do you know where the entrance is?" Sam asked still smiling.

"Hermione looked it up for me, just in case, y'know?" Harry responded. "When she told me about it, I didn't think I'd ever have to use it but now I'm glad my best friend can't leave well enough alone. She said it was in the oldest building on Beacon Street, the entrance was through the door but to open it you had to…" As Harry spoke through the earlier conversation, he cleared his mind and realized what he'd missed before. "Look under the flower pot."

Harry lifted one of the pots and peered underneath before smiling. He reached his hand and pulled out a small gold key.

"It can't be that easy," Dean said incredulously once he and Sam moved closer to Harry. Although they now knew why they felt uneasy near the building, it didn't change the fact that they felt uneasy. Harry smirked over his shoulder and put the key in the lock.

"Only one way to find out," he said before turning it. A soft click sounded and Harry pushed the door open. Inside, the building was just the same as the outside – old. Although it appeared small compared to the buildings next to it, the interior was entirely bare leaving a large open space. The wooden floor was covered in dust and straw bits from the ceiling. The boys wandered into the space and looked around. Dean turned back toward his cousin with a speculative look on his face.

"Yeah," he commented lightly. "Lots better."

"Can I help you boys?" A woman was making her way towards them. She was slightly stooped with age, her graying hair pulled back into a bun at the base of her neck while her black robes hung limply about her frame. The brothers glanced at Harry who swallowed nervously. Setting his face, he cleared his throat, deciding to take the bull by the horns.

"We need to go to the auror department," Harry replied. The woman smiled and nodded gently.

"Name?"

The simple question had the most complicated answer but the younger boy knew he couldn't just waltz into the American government and not give his name, no matter how inept it was. Hoping it would be enough, Harry took the plunge.

"Harry Potter."

0~*~*~0

The office was small with very few pieces of furniture and no decorations lining the walls. That was not to say it was sparse. Most of the space was filled with files, papers and books, all pertaining to one case or another. Just like in offices in Britain, small paper airplanes zipped in and out occasionally, though the man they were addressed to rarely looked at them.

Andrew Carnegie was a weathered man, older than he should be and still able to do his job. His dark hair was peppered with grays and his hazel eyes sparked with intelligence. His blue suit had seen better days but he wore it well; a dark robe was hanging by the door almost as an afterthought.

The boys had shuffled into the office, taking in the clutter and the man they'd been sent to see. Andrew had indicated the seat in front of him without looking up from his work. He signed the document with a flourish of completion and shoved it into a file which he let fall onto a pile beside his desk. He released a sigh before clasping his hands in front of him.

"You boys asked to speak to an auror?" It was posed as a question but Harry knew it wasn't meant to be answered.

"Umm, yeah," Harry said slowly, grateful and a tad confused as he hadn't commented on his status yet. The older woman had immediately recognized his name and let them pass without question. "We're looking for someone and we think you can help."

"I see," he replied nodding his head and leaned back in his seat. "Who?"

"Bellatrix Lestrange," Harry said after barely a thought. Andrew sat up straighter, his features hardening a little.

"You think she's here?"

"I know she is."

Silence descending after Harry's bold statement and hazel eyes flickered between the three younger men assessing. After a minute in which the auror debated with himself, he got up from his desk and hurried over to the wall where several files were precariously stacked.

"We've been getting reports all over the country of a woman using magic to torture and kill muggles," Andrew said as he gave some files to Sam unceremoniously. "However, they went through muggle police first, so by the time we heard about it, she was long gone." He pulled a large rolled up piece of parchment from beside his desk and laid it out. A map of the country with several blinking colored spots shown up at them. The boys stood up and leaned over the map. "The yellow spots are places we think she's been, green are confirmed sightings and red are places where she's killed. We have ten muggle deaths so far but those are only the ones we know about."

"Ten deaths and you guys don't know who she is?" Dean asked incredulously. Andrew glared at him as his stood up straighter.

"My first thought wasn't exactly a crazie from Britain," the older man quipped caustically. Harry wasn't really paying any attention to the pissing contest taking place above him; he was studying the map. Sam eyed him with consideration.

"What do you see?" he asked his cousin who shook his head with a look of concentration on his face. Andrew turned away from Dean.

"I can't figure it out," he said. "It looks like she's randomly killing people." Harry shook his head.

"No, she's got a purpose." He withdrew his wand and started to point it at the map but stopped, looking up. "May I?"

"I don't see why not." Waving his wand over the map an exact duplicate formed next to it. He began to start on the files pertaining to Bella's case. Andrew watched the process."What does your ministry think about all this?"

"They don't," Harry replied giving him a significant look before returning to his work. "Let's just say this is more of a personal matter." Harry couldn't help but glance at his cousins who gave him reassuring looks. Andrew caught the exchange.

"You ever gonna introduce these two?" Having finished copying the last file, Harry put the lot into his bag and looked up.

"No," he said simply. Andrew nodded knowingly before the younger man turned toward the door. Just before the three cousins reached it, Andrew called out.

"Potter," he said. They saw he had a hard glint in his eye. "I want in when you catch her. This may be personal for you but it's my people she's killing." Harry nodded but didn't reply.

As they exited the small building back onto the busy Boston street, the boys were quiet, each lost in their own respective thoughts. Finally, Dean broke the silence.

"I got one question for you," he said. His cousin raised a dark brow.

"Only one?" he replied cheekily but the older man ignored him.

"You guys really travel through green fire?"