A/N; Just a warning that Supernatural is not a sandbox that I normally play in. So, apologises in advance for my ignorance. Set vaguely in Season One and the first ep of Season Two. Enjoy.

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When Harry is literally pulled from his own world to one very different. He is left wondering; what the hell is going on? But on some level, he has a feeling that what dragged him over had a plan. If only Harry knew what the hell that was.

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Harry stood before the archway on the raised platform and took in the image of the tattered cloth. He could hear whispers on the air as clear as day, even if other people that came into contact with the magical doorway couldn't. There was something about it that had drawn him in when he was a child but even more so now almost two centuries later. A kinship that Harry couldn't put into words and he'd found himself down in the bowls of the Ministry on more than one occasion of late.

"Sir?"

Harry sighed and adjusted his tie before turning to the young man at the edge of the stage. The shock of red hair and blue eyes reminded him of Ron Weasley, and since the boy before him was his grandson, he could understand why.

"Sorry to disturb you," Will apologised. "But the funeral is in half an hour."

"Thank you, Will." Harry intoned as he stood before the archway. "How old are you now?"

"Thirty-eight," Will answered with a grin and a glint in his eyes. "Too many of us to remember?"

"You could say that," Harry sighed.

"You're starting to look younger than me now," Will remarked with a cheeky grin.

"Don't get smart," Harry laughed.

Will chuckled along before stepping up onto the stage and Harry tensed. He never liked it when other people were around the archway. It always felt like it was seeking something. A human soul perhaps even after all the people that had fallen into its grasp over the millennia.

"My Grandmother used to speak of this," Will mentioned and Harry's gut clenched.

"I'm sure that Hermione would have," Harry agreed. "It was a great mystery for her."

They fell into silence at the remembrance of another great witch lost to time. Ron had followed shortly after as Harry lived on. Had kept living and looking the same as he stared at the stone archway. He could see the similarities between them as they stood there. Will leaned forward and Harry watched him carefully.

"What do you think happens?" Will asked. "When you step through?"

"The fact that no one has come back means that we can only speculate," Harry said as he stepped closer. "Many believe it holds death or is a pathway to another dimension."

"What do you think?"

Harry looked at that tattered cloth and listened to the whispers on the air. He could almost hear shouting and what sounded like fighting. Which reminded him of the battlefield but was that a memory or a real sound that he was hearing.

"That is wants something," Harry mused, without thought. "That is seeks something."

"It's not alive, Harry."

"Something that has soaked in the blood of countless witches and wizard over many millennia is not alive?" Harry asked as he turned to the man beside him. "Where does that magic go?"

They turned back to the archway as the whispers seem to ebb and flow. Harry could almost make out words and he frowned. They stood close enough that he could feel the coldness around the stone and the puff of air on the unseen breeze. Then something shifted and Harry quickly shouldered Will to the side as something reached out. He threw up a shield as Will landed hard with a grunt. Harry suddenly felt something wrap around his wrist.

He glanced down to see a skeleton hand around his left wrist before he felt a tug. He yelled out in shock as he was pulled towards the archway and that tattered cloth. Fear bitting at him as he drew his wand but what could he aim at? He threw up a powerful shield before the entry to the archway but the skeleton hand just drew him forward. He could hear Will behind him and glanced that way. The man was trying to help him but Harry's shield kept him back. Harry was trapped as he tried to break through the hold that the hand had on him but it was useless. There was nothing to aim for but his own arm.

"Get back!" Harry shouted over to Will.

"Harry!" Will cried as Harry was tugged forward.

He felt the brush of the cloth before he was falling into darkness. The whispers grew on the air and screamed in his ears but they were just as incomprehensible as they'd been before. It felt like he was being pulled in so many directions at once as a whirlwind tore around him. He heard someone yell out in pain and he focused on that. His saving people thing coming to the surface.

"John!"

"You think you will see your boys again!"

Harry pushed forward at that since it was a direction to head.

"You'll die here!"

Harry landed with a stumble and took in the people around him in a second before he held his wand up and threw out a wave of pure magic. Screaming sounded on the air as dark eyed people were thrown back and away from the man tied to the chair in the middle of the room. One man was quicker than the others and his eyes shone yellow in the low light as he braced himself against Harry's magic. There was a gleam in those eyes that Harry was familiar with as he levelled his wand.

"Well, well." The Yellowed-eyed man purred with a southern drawl. "What do we have here?"

"Depends," Harry remarked as he glanced at the man beside him in the chair. "Will you be leaving or staying?"

"And if I said that the man beside you is a murderer," the Yellowed-eyed man stated.

"I would say that you have more blood on your hands," Harry countered, calmly.

The dozen people around the room had mostly regained their feet. They stared at him with pure black eyes and Harry looked at them in interest. He could tell that they looked to the Yellowed-eyed man for direction. Suddenly the man threw out his hand and Harry brought up a shield and the magic flared. The man paused at that and Harry gave him a sly grin.

"Did you want to try again?" Harry questioned.

The Yellowed-eyed man just laughed and the sound raised the hair on the back of Harry's neck. He held his wand before him as he held his magic. He could feel the darker side of himself responding to that laughter. There was a glint in the man's yellow eyes that he didn't like.

"Do you think that you are much different to us?" The Yellowed-eyed man cried.

"By the amount of blood on my hands?" Harry questioned with a frown, "I doubt it. But I don't have a man tied to a chair nor have a tortured someone. I think you should leave now."

The man took one step forward and Harry threw out a fire spell. A whip of pure heat sprang forward and Harry spun it around as hissing and screams sounded on the air. He pushed more raw power into the spell until he felt the creatures disappear. He cut off the spell and dosed anything that had caught fire before turning to the man in the chair. He cast a shield charm around the room, just in case, before he knelt down. The man tried to pull back from him with pure fear in his eyes. Harry eased the gag down before working on the ropes.

"It's okay," Harry said softly. "I'm not going to hurt you. Are you John?"

"Who are you?" The man demanded, roughly.

"Harry Potter," Harry said as he slipped a knife from his belt since the knots were too tight to undo. "Hold still."

The man panted roughly as Harry cut through the ropes with care. He didn't want to cause more damage then was already on show. The man stared at him through the dirt and blood on his face.

"So," Harry remarked. "John?"

"Yes," the man agreed. "What are you?"

"Well," Harry muttered as he started on the ropes around John's legs. "That's a bit of a complex question. Let's just say that I'm not from around here. Which begs the question, where am I?"

"You don't know where you are?" John asked as he leaned back in the chair.

"No," Harry answered. "You saw the way that I arrived."

"Appeared from nowhere you mean."

"Yes," Harry agreed and sat back on his heels. "Can you move?"

"In a minute," John said as he leaned his head back.

"Is this your house?" Harry questioned as he stood and took in the mess around him.

"No."

Harry took in the mess of the room before he squeezed himself around a cabinet to get into the kitchen and looked in the fridge. It was empty which gave him a clue that the house hadn't been used in a while. He walked over to the sink and turned the tap. Water ran without a problem and he flicked his wand and a bottle appeared in his hand. He filled that up before walking back into the other room.

"Water?" Harry asked and John opened his eyes.

"Thanks," John grunted and took the bottle.

He slowly sipped it which proved to Harry that the man had been in this situation before.

"Can I call anyone for you?" Harry asked. "Perhaps a medic?"

"Are you British?" John countered.

"Yes," Harry answered as he stepped over to the window and looked out. "And you are American. Looks like we're in the middle of nowhere."

"Kansas," John said.

"Close enough," Harry said with a shrug and looked back at the seated man. "Since you have evaded most of my questions and there are a couple of cars outside. I'm sure that I can get one of them going. That way you can get the help you need?"

John looked at him with a level stare and Harry held it. John cracked first with a sigh.

"Very well," John muttered. "Help an old man up then."

Harry gave him a grin at the irony of that statement since Harry would well and truly be the older of the two. Harry held his hand out and John took it in his. He ignored the dirt and blood as he placed his arm under the other man's and eased him up. John grunted and Harry felt for him as they stumbled towards the front door. John directed him to a non-descript sedan and Harry headed that way.

He juggled the other man around before he could open the back door. John eased himself down with a grunt. Harry could tell how he felt by the way that he just sprawled out in the backseat. Harry settled into the driver's seat and looked around the old model car or what seemed like old to him.

"Glove box," John gasped from the back.

Harry leaned over and opened the glove box. He shifted the gun that was in there to the side as well as a few other items around until he found the keys. He grabbed them out and started the car up.

"Anywhere in mind?" Harry asked over his shoulder.

When he didn't hear a reply, he looked over to see that John had passed out. Harry looked through the glove box until he found a key card for a motel, a phone and a map. He pulled them out and noticed that the phone was on the old side as he opened it up. He scrolled through the numbers in the phone before placing it to the side. He looked at the maps and the key and had a rough idea of where to go. He glanced around but he was sure that the other people that he's encountered wouldn't be game enough to follow him.

He pulled out and followed the map and was happy to say that he didn't get too lost before he pulled up out the front of a motel that had seen better days. He stepped out of the car and peered into the back at John. The man was sprawled out with his hands clenched around the seat belt. Harry opened the car door as he braced his hands on the hood and side of the door. The man before him had taken one hell of the beating.

"John," Harry called, knowing better than to grab the man. "John!"

John started and peered up at him before glancing around. Harry held his hand out in offer and slowly John grabbed it. He helped the man to the room number that John pointed out. Harry pressed the card to the reader and helped John to one of the beds. John sighed when he sat down and Harry looked at the cuts on his skin.

"They don't look too bad," Harry remarked as he shrugged out of his suit jacket and placed it on the other bed in the room. "I can clean them up for you or are you up for a shower?"

"I think that I'll just sleep for a few days," John said, roughly.

"In that case," Harry said. "Let me get some warm water to wash those cuts up before you pass out for three days."

John cursed under his breath as Harry headed to the bathroom. He conjured a bucket and hooked up a couple of hand towels. He walked back into the room and set it down on the bedside table while John watched his every move. Harry pulled out a leather pouch from his jacket pocket and looked at the vials.

"What are those?" John asked.

"I was hoping that I would have something that could clean these cuts," Harry said as he held the leather pouch out. "Do you have a first aid kit? From the looks of this room. I get the feeling that you are used to getting into scrapes."

"In my bag," John told him as he looked at the glass vials in interest.

Harry walked over and pushed the clothes around in John's bag until he found a first aid kit. He rolled up the long sleeves of his white dress shirt and gently set out to clean up the cuts with care. John kept his eyes on him the whole time and Harry could see the tension in his muscles but he allowed him to clean him up.

"What were those people?" Harry asked to break the tense silence.

"Demons," John spat.

"Interesting," Harry said. "They looked human…well, humanish."

"They take possession of people," John explained as he reached into the first aid kit and took out a small glass bottle.

John uncorked the bottle then tipped the clear liquid onto Harry's bare hand. When nothing happened, John relaxed and Harry raised an eyebrow in interest.

"And that would be?" Harry questioned.

"Holy water," John said.

"Okay," Harry said slowly in confusion. "Why?"

"You're not a demon," John stated and Harry laughed.

"I've been called many things over the years but 'demon' is not one."

John shrugged a shoulder then winced. Harry finished and cleaned up the mess that he'd made. He looked at his potion pouch and held one out to John.

"This will help you heal if you have any internal damage," Harry offered. "It's up to you if you trust me enough?"

John hesitated briefly before taking it in his hand.

"Thank you," John said and looked at the label on the vial. "'Heal all'?"

"My name for it," Harry said in amusement. "Kind of speaks for itself."

John snorted before he uncorked the vial and took a sniff then cursed as he pulled back sharply. Harry laughed and took it back and sipped a little of it before handing it out. John was less hesitant to take it after that. The man sprawled out on the bed and Harry left him to it as he looked at the photos on the wall. It looked like John had been hunting these demons for a while as he looked everything over. He paused on a photo of two boys and John.

"Are these your sons?" Harry asked as he pointed to the photo.

"Yeah," John agreed. "Sam and Dean."

Harry nodded and picked up a paper and looked at the date in interest. Not only was he in a different place but a different time as well but he wasn't surprised by that. Suddenly a phone rang and Harry slipped his hand into his black dress pants and pulled John's phone out.

"Speak of the devil," Harry remarked and held out the phone. "Says 'Dean'."

John didn't take the phone and Harry frowned. He looked right at John and answered the phone.

"Hello?" Harry greeted.

"Who is this?" Dean demanded. "Where is John?"

"Right here," Harry said and John swore. "He's swearing at me. Now you have to take the phone or he might think that you have been kidnapped…again." Harry said the last part to John as he held the phone out and John cursed again. He grabbed the phone with a glare.

"Hey, Dean," John answered. "No, I'm fine…. I need you to take care…No, they came after me but I'm okay now…Um, that's Harry."

Harry walked to the front door and out to give John a moment. He looked around the parking lot and the street in interest as he replayed everything back of what had happened. He'd started the day in a dark mood with having to go to a funeral for a friend to being somewhere else. The world around him looked and felt very real. He pulled out his wand and ran his finger down the length of the wood and felt the magic. This world had magic that he could use and yet felt different.

He sighed and turned back to the door and gave it a knock then opened it when John called out. He stepped into the room and took in the man in the bed. The only person that he knew here as he walked over to the other bed and sat down.

"Do you mind if I sleep here?" Harry asked. "I have nowhere else to go until I know more."

"Due to the fact that you just appeared here?" John questioned.

"I suppose you could say that," Harry agreed. "Are you used to people just appearing from nowhere?"

"You could say that I'm used to the unusual," John muttered and looked him over. "I owe you one."

Harry nodded as he picked up the newspaper and started reading. When he looked up again, John had fallen asleep.

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Harry soon learned that this world was different and yet very similar to his own except for one main thing. There was no magical world but there was magic. It had condensed into something very different and he stayed with John for a while as he learned what he could. The man's life interested him and he was sure that John was telling him things that he hadn't spoken of to too many other people in his life. Harry took care with what he told the other man and John could understand that. The life of a hunter intrigued him but he needed to know more.

"Are you sure about this?" John questioned.

"Yes," Harry replied as he stepped out into the middle of the crossroad.

"They may not answer you."

"You could do it? I'm sure they would be happy to come to a Winchester," Harry remarked as he knelt down and John swore at him. "Then I'll have to."

"How can you trust anything they say?" John demanded.

"For they have to tell me the truth," Harry said mildly as he dug down into the earth and placed the item in his hand in the hole and covered it over.

"Why is that?"

"For I hold power," Harry said as he stood and held up his hands. "And they have to answer."

Magic sprung to life and John cursed at him as he scrambled back. Harry looked over at him in amusement. He curved the magic around as he sent his call out and drew in a demon. He touched on his darker nature of the Master of Death until a woman appeared. Her eyes darted around in fear before she fell to her knees before him with a cry. Harry let his hands fall to his sides as he looked down at the woman. Her dark eyes wide as she shivered.

"Hello," Harry greeted. "I have a few questions. Do you know who I am?"

"Master…" The woman uttered. "You are the Master of Death."

"Yes," Harry said and he heard John gasp. "I have come from another world and this is where I have landed."

"How can I serve?" The woman uttered as she bowed her head.

"I need to know if there is an archway that could be called a portal to other realms?"

"No, sir."

"No archway that calls out? With a tattered cloth as the opening?"

"Not that I know," she answered. "Is that your mission for me?"

"No," Harry stated and wove his magic around the demon. "You will remember nothing of what we have spoken of or that you were here."

"Yes, sir."

"Go," Harry demanded.

The demon disappeared as the sounds of the night picked back up. Harry then heard the click of a gun's safety going off and he looked over at John. The man looked pale in the soft light and held his gun by his side. Harry slowly held his empty hands out to his sides.

"You going to shoot me, John?" Harry asked and John looked torn. "We have spent the last month together and now you want to shoot me?"

"You're the Master of Death," John gasped with wide eyes. "You said that the demon couldn't lie."

"That's right," Harry said and took a step forward and when that gun didn't move, he took another step. "I could say that gun will do nothing against me but I'm concerned that you will shoot me to prove that point."

That broke the tension and John snorted a laugh as Harry stopped before him. He reached out and grabbed the man's wrist and lifted the hand that held the gun up to point at his chest. John had his finger beside the trigger and not on it.

"Well?" Harry challenged. "Going to shoot me John Winchester?"

"No," John uttered, his face still pale. "But I don't think I'll look at you the same."

Harry chuckled and let his wrist go and John placed his gun away.

"Fair enough. I think that this might be the right time for us to split ways," Harry commented and John went to argue. "I have a few things that I need to look into and you have my number. Call me if you have any trouble."

"That's all the time," John countered.

"Any trouble that you can't handle."

John nodded and Harry gave him a nod and turned to walk away. John grabbed his arm and Harry turned back.

"Look after yourself," John offered. "And remember that you have my number."

"Will do," Harry promised and John released him. "Take care, John Winchester."

"And you."

Harry turned his back on John and started walking. Just for kicks he wove his magic around himself and disappeared. Knowing that John would be cursing his name at that move.