I have no proprietary claim to Harry Potter with Supernatural
Thomas Evans point of view
My short time at the daily prophet taught me that muggle-borns would get nowhere unless significant changes occur. Right now, I'm freelancing, and I've uncovered a rather disturbing story. The esteemed headmaster Albus Dumbledore said he placed Harry Potter in a safe and loving home. No one ever inquired about it after that, from what I've studied independently and observed. I can only come to the opposite conclusion. I know from my contact with Mr. Smith that he would be interested in fulfilling his obligation to James Potter via his son.
Dean Winchester's point of view
Sam and I just got in the car, driving away from Black Creek when suddenly time seemed to come to a stop. Sam and I draw weapons. There was an individual with an open pocket watch in the backseat. With a flick of his wrist, the guns were gone, and he told us this to calm down. The mystery man said, "I am merely coming to you gentleman with an offer. I am Mr. Smith, and I have a business proposition for both of you."
He said, "I wanted to inform you two of what is supposed to happen in the next decade. But I have a means of preventing that if the both of you were so inclined." Despite our better judgment, we agreed, he pulled out and foggy marble. Then we saw that we were mere tools to end life on Earth as we know it. And that was not the worst of it. Our entire lives were a little more than entertainment for the powers that be. We would not let it happen if that was the case. He said, "I'm not deceiving you or making you believe anything that's not true as I do not need lies to accomplish my goals. All you have to do is help me repay a favor to an individual whose fate was unchangeable. And you would be able to change both of your fates. If you are interested in my offer, check Sam's pocket." He closed his pocket watch, and just like that time was back in motion, are guns were where they were supposed to be. It was as if he had never been.
Sam Winchester's point of view
I recent to my pocket and pulled out a motel key for room 13 at Black Boulder motel. The knowledge of the motels' location and the distinct lack of a 13th room was instantly embedded in my memory. We were unsure of his reasons. We both know if what we saw was the future. The last thing we wanted was for the world to end and for us to have been mere entertainment for someone of immeasurable power. So, we drove to the Black Boulder motel. At the motel, the desk clerk confirmed there was no room 13, but we were welcomed to stay the night if we could find a room that didn't exist. As if being drawn in by magic (which we probably were.) We found a door to a room that we knew could not exist based on the building's layout.
Dean Winchester's point of view
Sam and I entered the motel room with our weapons drawn. We discovered there was no one present, and as we looked around, the only thing we were able to see that this room did not belong to this motel. We appeared to be in a business suite from a five-star hotel, not a run-down three-star motel. It was at that time received a call from the phone in the room, reminding us of a 12 o'clock appointment in the suite. We waited for 20 minutes. Once again, time came to a stop. Mr. Smith had reappeared as he disappeared this time at the conference table. Saying, "I'm so glad that you are willing to put aside your suspicions and seek to change how things play out." He then opens a folder, detailing the tragic life of a kid named Harry Potter and noting a debt owed to the late James Potter. We knew we couldn't leave a child in a home-like that if we could avoid it, we also knew we could not let our planned fate ever happen.
"Dean Winchester, for me to fulfill my obligations. I need you to adopt young Mister Potter formally. I hope to be able to explain my reasoning before you object. You see, Genetically speaking, you could be his father in this America, and adding a child from another UK would throw off the plans of certain entities. I shall not give you a name since they have power in their own right." I wasn't ready to be a father, but I wasn't prepared for everything else, so I had no choice but to say yes.
Sam Winchester's point of view
I feel for the kid, and I know something has to change to prevent the end of the world. But we are essentially kidnapping a minor from another country. When I said, this allowed. Mr. Smith's stated, "Dumbledore kidnapped him first and did nothing when proper legal guardian was falsely accused and given a life sentence." I realized something was amiss by his phrasing of the countries. When I looked at Mr. Smith again, he said, "good, you're finally catching on, so I will explain it to you and Dean. Harry is from another version of England. When you adopt him, you'll be relocating him to a version of America that is not his but yours."
Dean Winchester's point of view
I just wasn't willing to process the whole multiverse thing, so instead, I asked, "why not just release this his godfather."
Mr. Smith said, "there's a time for all things event, and it's currently not feasible." He interrupted me before I could say anything else. By saying, "I will be here at 10 a.m. with Harry; I might be here earlier if something should arise on the trip here. Oh, and just to avoid any complications, take a look at this." He even showed us a different foggy marble, and once again, we were given a general overview of Harry's magical world as compared to ours." And like that, he was gone, no mystery man, no pocket watch. We have till tomorrow, I guess.
Harry Potters point of view
My 8th birthday was yesterday, not that my aunt and uncle would know to them I'm just boy. But something seems to be happening cause people from social care have shown up, this isn't the first time, but it looks as if all files and all the complaints that would have ever previously been made have suddenly manifested. They had been somehow misplaced, and they reappeared as if by magic. My aunt and uncle were unconcerned but then immediately panicked when they asked them to point to my bedroom, and I pointed towards the cupboard. They saw the mattress and my meager belongings. Presently, social care informed Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon to expect a call from the police within the hour and that I was being placed in there emergency care.
I arrived at the social care building when I met a man who presented himself as Mr. Smith. He's American, which is odd, for he would have no reason to be here. But then after 30 minutes of speaking with the social care people. They came to the play area and told me that he had a temporary legal guardianship status as the legal representative of my American relatives and that I would be boarding the plane by the end of the day. I don't know why this is happening. No one has ever cared about me before now. After a trip to the doctor for vaccinations and a checkup, we were on our way to what he peculiarly called my adoptive father's America.
Once we were on the plane, he hands me a file folder, and just like that, I know instantly that I do not have relatives this America, and I am to be placed in the custody of a man who is for all intents and purposes my father. Mr. Smith could not help my biological father. So, he was helping me instead. He told me that other details would be sorted out later.
Mr. Smith has just announced that we were flying through the Bermuda triangle, so I should expect moderate turbulence, and then we'll be in the right America. Then we went through what I can only describe as utter chaos, and afterward, he looked at my scar as if something was wrong, but then muttered, "we will deal with it once we get to room 13." Once we exited the aircraft, he takes my hand, and then we walk through a hallway, but the hallway seems to be changing color, texture, and height, and suddenly we're facing the outside have what appears to be a roadside motel, and I was standing in front of room 13.
The English Herald
Yesterday Vernon Dursley was arrested on charges of industrial espionage regards to the Grunnings drilling military contract as well as the arrest of his wife Petunia Dursley on the charges of 9 counts of fraudulent activity. Their nephew has been residing with them since his parents' demise and is being sent to American relatives how have plans to traveling to the UK in regards to an ailing relative. Their son is being sent to live with his Aunt, pending his parents' prosecution. See more on page 12.
Dean Winchester's point of view
At 6:00 a.m., we where are awoken by a knock on the door. As Sam opens the door, I see Mr. Smith and, most notably, my soon-to-be son. Harry looks a bit different than me, but he is from another reality, so what was I to expect. We both notice Harry voiding eye contact as if he is afraid of something. What this means concerns me, but I'm shoving it aside for now as Harry shakes Sam's shakes hand, and all three of them instantly receive a lesson in American life, which is meant for Harry. Then Harry straightened his back and solutes. Then says, "you wanted me, Uncle Sam," to which I couldn't help but laugh.
Mr. Smith walked in with Harry and said, "as much as I wish this to be a purely happy family event. There are concerns better to be addressed. Now let's get down to the less savory business. Mr. Potter and I were dimensional hopping when I observed the scar on his forehead is a Horcrux. Therefore two rituals have to be performed, but neither of them can be done out of time. That is why you were woken up so early. But this requires a blood purification ritual cleansing the Horcrux out of his system. Since we're doing blood rituals might as well do a blood adoption. The blood purifying will require nothing particularly complex, but it will require overall involvement. As for the blood adoption, the adopting family, specifically the head of house and the adopting parental member of said house and said child being adopted, we'll have to consent in some form. Also, the blood adoption will increase Harry's resemblance to you, Dean. And because your grandfather has been out of mainstream space and time since he 'left' your grandmother and father." I didn't know how I was still dealing with all this, especially with the revelation of my grandfather having unintentionally left our family. I must still be in shock or something. "I am sure he will explain once we get him here. He will do nicely as he seems to by right the oldest living relative and still young enough to handle any after-effects."
"While I understand you have multiple questions, time is of the essence, and I will get to those later. So if you're ready to begin, the four sets of bathrobes will be sufficient for dressing requirements, and I will get ready to perform the ritual." As I stood up, a confused man fell through the closet door and on to the floor. He looked like my grandfather, which made me assume that is how he is. If what Mr. Smith said was true, he is my granddad, but I don't see the point in calling him because he is only a few years older than me; therefore, I think it would just be best to call him Henry.
Henry Winchester's point of view
I had just evaded Abaddon and found myself what appears to be a high-end hotel room. I was about to ask where my son was when an unknown man produced a marble-sized crystal ball, and I had extensive understandings of everything that was going on up until a moment ago. I thought it was beneath our family to be hunters, but I knew time was pressing. I had a soon-to-be great-grandson to cleanse of a Horcrux, which I had previously thought was a myth.
Putting my issues aside as I prepared myself for the ceremony and the many questions I knew would await me from my family. I did see that they would need to be trained as men of letters when Abaddon returned, but that can wait until the cleansing ritual was performed.