The Serpent Under the Innocent Flower

by FandomCameo

YEAR 2, Harry Winchester struggles to keep his identity as Harry Potter a secret as horrible things start to happen at Hogwarts. With Dean, Cas and Sam busy trying to stop the Apocalypse that he started, how will Harry fare without his adopted family there to guide him? Can he trust in his friends to keep his secret, or will the Headmaster be able to sow distrust among them? Sequel

5. In The End (Does it even really matter?)

Long time…I was working crazy hours during COVID at the hospital. Hopefully everything will be smooth from here on out. This also took a little longer because a lot of details from the next chapter relied on this one and vice versa so I didn't want to post it until I was sure I had everything I needed. That being said, next chapter is mostly written and will be out in a week. ENJOY!

"You were meant to be there Dean. What happened?" Clockwork asked, a rough edge to his voice. The purple Reaper has regained most of his powers by this time and floated above Dean imposingly. Dean had the sense to look ashamed.

"I thought he would be safe here, with our family to protect him. I never could have known that Vlad would take over his mind." Dean argued weakly, knowing it was no excuse.

"I told you he would need saving from himself. If you had been there, Vlad's mind control would have never taken hold." Clockwork said with a glare. He remembered watching the boy go out for a midnight fly to clear his head, getting accosted by low level ghosts. They had expertly concealed hardware within Danny without any of them being the wiser, that is of course until Danny's power stopped the concealment component. All the while he saw a different path in which Danny confided in Dean that night, and the mutual possession of the Ghost King and Gold had been during a difficult meditation session, resulting in a powerful but levelheaded persona known as Silver. This was never to be. For the darkness in Danny had fully realized the exhilaration of an archangel at peak levels of power, creating something worse. "If you had been there, a body would not be buried in your yard." He wanted to say more, but he felt a powerful force overtake him, and he cried out, grabbing Dean's full attention.

"Clockwork?" he said hesitantly as the reaper fell to the ground, hunched over. Clockwork's head snapped up, eyes glowing pink.

"You're needed Dean."

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Dean groaned as he opened his eyes. The dark sky above greeted him. He sat up in a panic, taking in the destruction around him. What had happened to Clockwork? Had he done this? Dean scrambled to his feet, running to the stairs. He made it downstairs to find an equal amount of disarray.

"HARRY?! DANNY?! SAM?!" he coughed harshly. "Anyone?!" He passed through what remained of the door, seeing the wrecked neighborhood. There was nothing left as he walked around. He heard two loud pops nearby and he ducked behind a tree as voices approached. Two figures in black robes came into view, silver masks covering their faces.

"You really think that Snape would come back to the house 5 years later?" One complained. "It was probably just a squirrel."

"Doesn't matter." The other voice said. Dean's brow furrowed; almost positive he had heard it before. The second figure stopped in front of his tree ever so briefly, only noticeable by the stuttered step in the otherwise aristocratic walk. Dean held his breath, hoping not to be seen. The figures continued away to Spinner's End, leaving Dean with no choice but to continue exploring. He shoved his hands in his pockets to ward off the cold and tried to find any semblance of humanity. This neighborhood was offering nothing, and so he slipped behind the wheel of an abandoned car, hotwiring it. He slammed his foot on the gas pedal, desperate to find anything. He fished his cellphone out but found no signal. The radio produced nothing but static.

"That's never good." He said to himself. "What did that guy say? Five years since Snape had been to Spinner's End?"

"And two months." Came the addition from the passenger seat. Dean nearly swerved the car off the road in his shock. Once he steadied it, he turned, eyes widening.

"Luna?" he asked. The teenager next to him certainly looked like her, with a few noticeable differences. Namely the solid pink eyes, glowing softly.

"Yes, Professor Winchester. Long time no see." She said calmly. "Everything has gotten out of control. Harry is not well, and we need him to be."

"Harry? Where is he?"

"Around." She assured. "I will inform him of your arrival. It is prudent you do not tell him it was I who brought you here. We need you to fix him."

"Fix him?" Dean gripped the steering wheel harder, feeling a panic build. "What do you mean fix him? What's wrong with him?" Luna turned to look at the passing destruction.

"No one is sure. You must find out. He will trust you." In a blink of an eye she was gone, leaving a single note in her wake. Dean pulled over to the side of the road, looking at the photo. It was Bobby with Cas and three other men. He flipped it over.

"Camp Swick." He placed the photo in his pocket and rooted around the glove box, searching for a map. The location was about a half day of driving away. He sighed and started the car back up, pushing it to the max. He made it to the camp within 10 hours, passing nothing but desolate towns. He wondered what could have caused so much damage. In five years? What was going to happen within five years?

Dean stashed his stolen car nearby, continuing to the camp on foot. The air felt damp to him, and he didn't know why. It was as if a heaviness around the place was urging him to go away. His feet seemed to be following the message, but with a shake of the head he turned back to the camp, forging past the sensation. Dean took a deep breath when it felt as if he had passed through to cleaner air. The camp was out in the open, though that is not what he had seen from several yards away. Another thing gained his attention. The Impala, sitting without wheels and rusted to all hell. He rushed over.

"Oh no baby what did they do to you?" he asked aloud, hearing footsteps approaching as he spoke. He turned quickly, needing to get the upper hand on someone clever enough to move while he spoke to mask their noise. However, being the quicker of the two was for naught, when the split second of shock upon seeing himself put him at a disadvantage. His doppelganger hit him square in the face. "Oh, you son of a…"

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Dean awoke with a groan, rubbing his face in irritation. He blearily looked around, realizing he was handcuffed to a ladder. The Other Dean sat at a nearby table, cleaning off a silver blade. Dean looked down at his arm noticing a cut.

"Well?" Dean asked in irritation, taking Other Dean by surprise. "What the hell did you do that I had my ass dragged here from the past?"

"Excuse me?" Other Dean asked gruffly.

"Oh, cut the crap." Dean replied with a bitter tone. "It's obvious you already tested me, and you know I'm no monster. My pockets are empty, no doubt you recognize some of the stuff. So again. What the fuck is going on? Because 5 years ago, it didn't look like an edgy sci-fi movie out there." Other Dean stood and made his way over grabbing Dean by the front of his shirt, staring into his own eyes. His breathing was heavy, and Dean could detect that his future self had been through a lot. "Where is everyone?" Dean asked lowly, though his fear was evident. Other Dean released him, stalking back to the table.

"How did you get here?"

"Luna brought me here. I need to help Harry." Other Dean let out a harsh, barking laugh.

"Good luck with that."

"Where is he? I want to talk to him." Dean pressed, jangling his handcuff for emphasis.

"I don't know." Other Dean said simply, packing his stuff away in his bag. A dangerous glint appeared in Dean's eyes.

"What do you mean you don't know?" he growled out. Other Dean shrugged, slinging the bag over his shoulder. Dean's face contorted into a snarl and he yanked his arm as hard as he could, the handcuff breaking at the chain. He stood swiftly, putting Other Dean on the defensive.

"Thought you said you weren't a monster." He said, berating himself for packing his weapons away. Dean glanced at the ladder, a smirk appearing on his face.

"I'm not." He rolled his shoulders back and got into a fighting stance. "But you should know not to mess with a parent." Other Dean rose to the challenge, dropping the bag on the table, putting his fists up. Dean struck first but was easily blocked. Back and forth they moved almost in sync, each trying to think of a new move to outsmart themselves. "So, what's the deal. Am I still the same guy?"

"You know it." Other Dean replied with a smile. He dropped to sweep the leg, which Dean countered with a jump, that he intended to turn into a kick to Other Dean's chest. His future self had seen that coming however and had crossed his arms in front of his chest to block.

"You know I never checked to see if you were a monster, like a Jinn or something with mind tricks." Dean huffed out, getting tired. Other Dean was soaked with sweat, chest heaving with breath.

"I'm as real as they come." Dean clenched his fist, vaguely feeling his rings. He wiped the sweat from his brow to hide his eyes, while also scanning Other Dean's hands. He wore no rings. Dean just needed to get some blood on his fake wedding ring, and Castiel should be summoned to him. Even if the angel was on this dick's side, he was sure the shock would be enough to give him the upper hand. The two clashed again, and Dean let his counterpart get a good hit to the face in. He felt his lip begin to drip with blood and he smiled, confusing Other Dean. Dean wiped his mouth with the ring. A second later a disheveled Cas was deposited into the room.

"How did- "Other Dean crumpled to the ground as Dean hit him over the head with a chair. Dean gave a sigh of relief, tossing away the splintered chair and picking up the bag of weapons.

"Maybe you can help me out Cas, what the hell is going on?" Dean asked as he approached the man. Cas stumbled away.

"Dean, but…" he looked to his leader, unconscious on the floor. It almost made him smile and seeing the concern in this new Dean's eyes did make him smile. "Dean what are you doing here?" Cas asked him.

"Harry needs my help, because apparently this douche nozzle is useless. Where is he? Where's our son?" Tears came to Cas' eyes and he fell to his knees, trying to prevent a breakdown.

"I've missed you so much, Dean." He sobbed. "You've never been the same since Harry left us." Dean knelt next to the future Cas.

"What do you mean since he left us. What happened?" he stressed. Cas swallowed thickly.

"We weren't there when he needed us Dean and he left everyone behind. The angels, they stripped me of my powers because they were convinced that I knew where he was. Death Eaters took over soon after that. Dean, you were so angry, at everything. You stopped trusting the wizards, you stopped trusting me. I've tried to find Harry, tried summoning him…any part of him. I became a nervous wreck, convinced Harry was dead. You grew colder and colder and became…this." Dean looked at Other Dean's prone form.

"I'll find him. I promise. I just need some supplies." Dean begged. Cas looked up, determination in his eyes once more. He dug through Other Dean's jacket, pulling out a ring of keys. He twirled them around his finger and gave Dean a playful smile.

"I can help with that."

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It was odd to Dean, to be with this very human Cas. His humor was just on the edge of dark, the way Dean liked it. The various emotions on the man's face made his heart flutter. He wanted to do nothing more than to pull this Cas close, but this was not his Cas. This one, for lack of a better term, belonged to Other Dean. And from what Dean could read between the lines, Other Dean did see it as possession of the man. The glint of Cas' ring caught his eye several times, and it made him wish for a better life for all those present in the camp. He had only interacted with them briefly, but they acted as if Other Dean was their only authority.

"There, that should do it." Cas said proudly, handing Dean a filled backpack. Dean placed it on his back, reassured by the weight. He would have enough to get him by for the day, and the next, but that was it. His search for Harry would need to be a quick one. He only hoped that Harry did not actively hide once Luna told him of his presence.

"Thank you, Cas." The man tinged pink. Dean thought it was endearing, finding it amusing that the man was acting like a teenager with a crush.

"It was nothing…" he waved off. Dean caught the hand in his own, and it was Cas' turn to gaze upon his ring.

"I'll find him, Cas. I swear to you." Dean said softly, fearing his voice would stick in his throat. "I will find him; I will fix him, and I will deliver him to you. But you gotta promise me something."

"What do you need of me Dean?" Cas whispered. Dean intertwined their fingers. He really was a fool, to not see how much Cas cared for him, and how much Cas meant to him in return. Their family was everything he wanted in this moment, and in the present, he was taking it for granted.

"If I bring Harry back, and things do not get better here…" He did not need to elaborate. Cas looked away in shame. "You two leave."

"Dean, it isn't that simple…my Dean, he's…"

"Don't." The two fell silent for a moment, before they began to lean into each other. They were a mere breath apart when the door slammed open. The two sprung apart in surprise, Dean instinctively pulling Cas behind him, drawing his gun.

"I should have known you would betray me." Other Dean spat out. He entered the room, closing the door behind him. "Giving away our supplies…our camp needs those Cas!"

"Don't friggin yell at him. He's doing the right thing!" Dean shouted back. Why was he such a jerk in the future? Was he really that close to being only about himself? Other Dean glared at him.

"My team plans to take down Lucifer today. So whatever hero mission you plan to go on, is second in line." Other Dean told him. "Who knows, maybe I'll find Harry there."

"Don't say that, Dean. He wouldn't join Lucifer!" Cas called out. He sounded to broken, so lost. Other Dean pulled his knife out.

"Why wouldn't he. He was always so fond of his Uncle. Sam!" he snarled, eyeing Dean up.

"Wait…Sam said yes?" Other Dean gave a superior grin, twirling the knife around.

"Cas didn't tell you what happened did he? Vague as always." He mocked. "No one has seen Harry since the end of his second year. Severus disappeared soon after that. Bobby and Adam died together, in front of Danny, causing him to lose his last scrap of humanity. Sam, he said yes. So many people's lives counting on one little boy." Other Dean looked disgusted.

"So then help me find him." Dean pleaded. Other Dean was unphased. "Look at what you turned into dude! We can fix it."

"Too late for that now." He lunged, swiping the knife in a broad stroke. Dean ducked underneath, lining up a shot. He was knocked off balance by Cas.

"No, you can't." he gasped out as Dean rolled to the side as Other Dean tried to kick him. Cas lifted his arm to block the next knife attack, a hiss of pain escaping him. Both Dean's looked at him in confusion. Exactly whose side was the former angel on? Cas grabbed the knife from Other Dean, wrestling it out of his hands. Dean raised the gun again, Other Dean raising his hands in surrender.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean cussed as Cas slashed his arm causing him to drop the gun. Cas scooped it up, holding it close to his chest. "Cas?"

"Go Dean." He ordered, turning the gun towards Other Dean when the man tried to step closer to him. "You may wear the other ring, but you are not my husband. This man is, and I have let him go unchecked for too long."

"Put me in check?" Other Dean scoffed. "How? You barely know how to use a weapon." Cas ignored him, closing his eyes briefly.

"Just go…find Harry." Dean nodded, slowly backing away before rushing out the door. Once outside he heard a struggle and a gunshot, but he did not turn around. He ran like Hell was on his tail, ignoring the people trying to talk to him. The gate was locked, and so Dean began to scale it. A few guards from Other Dean's team noticed his strange behavior and reached for their weapons as they drew closer.

"STOP HIM!" Other Dean commanded as he exited the supply room, blood across his chest. Dean dove off the top of the gate as they began to shoot, feeling the oppression of the air once more, making him confused. "OPEN THE GATE, DON'T LET HIM GET AWAY!" Other Dean was running towards them, knowing the cloaking wards he had put up would confuse Dean enough for them to catch up. Dean tried to shake it off, trudging through the thick air. Other Dean snatched a weapon from a dazed guard, immune to his warding. He leveled it at Dean, taking the shot. He watched it as if it were in slow motion. The bullet racing towards his past self, who was in no right mind to evade. Then, from the left, faster than a demon came a teen in a blue hoodie. It attached to Dean, giving Other Dean a fanged grin, stealing him away. "Damn Vamp." He muttered, reluctantly retreating back into the camp. At least his problem was gone.

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Dean took in a deep breath as he was tossed against a nearby tree. He looked up to his savior, unsure if it would soon change to captor. A young teen with dark blue eyes accompanied by snakelike pupils, jet black hair and skin as pale as the moonlight stood above him. He wore a blue hoodie with black jeans, a pair of goggles on his head. The teen took out a cigarette, offering one to Dean. Dean refused, taking the time to stand. There were two prominent bite holes on the boy's neck, suggesting he was a magical vampire. Now that he was standing, Dean had a better look at the goggles, and noticed they were for Quidditch. He had bought Harry a pair exactly like it for his birthday.

His breath caught.

"Harry?" he asked, voice wavering slightly.

"What's up old man." Harry replied with a wink. "Long time no see." He took a deep drag from the cigarette. "You really from five years ago?"

"I, uh, yeah. I was just about to leave for the staff meeting of your second year." Dean explained. Harry nodded in thought, extinguishing his cigarette against the tree.

"Then it's not too late for your Harry."

"You're my Harry." Dean insisted. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Please, I thought you would understand alternate timelines by now." Harry said condescendingly. "I am not your Harry unless you get sent back and fail to change a single thing! What is happening here, it happened already for us, at the same time that your present exists. All of time overlaps forever, past…present…future…it means nothing."

"So what? You're just this version of you no matter what? Even if I fix everything you still become a vampire?" Dean asked. Harry's eyes widened before he started to laugh.

"Oh, this is just a disguise!" he chuckled, switching over to his Harry Potter persona for a second to show Dean. The dots on his neck were still there, but upon being beckoned closer Dean could see that it was a tattoo. "Let me tell you, it's hard to find someone willing to work on a minor, but the right amount of cash can always get you what you really need." He reverted back to his vampire look.

"Why a vampire?" It was unnerving talking to this older version of his son, who seemed to truly not care about anything. Perhaps it was just normal teenage angst though.

"No one is looking for Harry the Vampire. Present Dean didn't even think twice when I took you. No flak from the Dark side either, seeing as monsters roam unchecked nowadays."

"Other Dean thinks you're with Sam." He missed the small clench of his jaw. He dropped his cigarette to the ground, grinding it out with his foot. An awkward silence passed between them. Harry motioned for Dean to follow him, and they began to trek into the nearby forest. The teen removed his hoodie, tying it around his waist, exposing a vest of weapons. Several stakes, both wooden and silver. Small vials of holy water, and other potions.

"Stay close." Harry told him, pulling out an old MP3 player.

"That looks like the one I got stuck in the Impala." Dean joked, not knowing how to relate to his son anymore. Harry wordlessly held it up for him to see, the initials DW scratched on to the back.

"I tore the seats out." He explained, emotionless. There was no semblance of remorse as he shifted through the music, selecting Fall Out Boy's Just One Yesterday. It struck Dean. Was the choice a jab at him? Or was it a teen's offhanded cry for help? The lump in his throat was thick, and he was blinking fast because Harry did not need him to breakdown too. Because he had found what was broken with Harry. It was his heart. Already fractured from his childhood, only to be dropped again from where the Winchesters had held it up for two years. Would he find all the pieces, or were some forever lost in the five year gap from when he had last seen his son?

Where could he even start?

"Can you tell me what happened?" he didn't need to clarify what he meant.

"Not here." They headed into a cave, a faint green glow at the back of it. Harry knelt to clear the foliage he had placed over a very familiar rock. Harry placed his hand atop it, a portal opening up. He grabbed Dean by his backpack strap and walked them through. "I guess I can tell you the first part while we travel to the Madison Portal."

"Are we…in the Ghost Zone?" Dean wondered aloud. Harry took a quick glance back at him, taking in the hunter's awed expression. He gave a huff of a laugh, devoid of any actual humor.

"Yeah…it's been so long I almost forgot what it looked like before." He admitted, kicking off the edge of the island into the dark red abyss. If the ghost zone had thought that their rule under the mind-controlled Phantom, and Plasmius had been bad. None of them would have been ready for one ruled by Danny now. Dean looked down at the purple sand beneath his feet, wondering what had become of Norbert. In the distance he could see that Dora's castle was heavily fortified. He stepped off the edge, following Harry's lead through the dark and desolate sky.

"Are we going to see Danny?"

"No." Harry said shortly, offering no other explanation. "In my second year…" Harry began. He continued to speak, but it took him a second to realize no sound was coming out. He frowned, before it dawned on him. "Well, the events that occur in second year will still happen it seems. I can't talk about anything until the timelines diverge." Dean gave him a puzzled look. "There are powers here that prevent knowledge being passed to time travelers. Something that Voldemort cooked up with a little help from… well it doesn't matter. It prevents someone from going back in time and stopping his rule."

"But you said it doesn't matter if we go back in time because this already happened or is happening…or…uh."

"Well it is NOW, because of the contract." Harry ground out in irritation. "We are suspended outside of the timestream."

"Well couldn't we get Clockwork to help?" Dean retorted, getting frustrated with the events occurring.

"He's gone." Dean waited for Harry to go on, but he didn't. He glowered, stopping in place. Harry turned once he realized that Dean was not following him. "What?" he spat out.

"I'm done with this cryptic shit. Do you want help or not?" he snapped back.

"I'm sorry, what?" Harry floated back to Dean, poking at his chest. "I am the one helping you get back home! I don't need you!"

"Yes, you do!" Dean snarled, grabbing the wrist. "Aren't you tired of being alone?!" A noise caught in Harry's throat, feeling as if someone had just lanced his heart. He ripped his arm away from Dean, eyes going white. The floating doors around them started to tremble, swinging open and shut violently.

"Do not talk to me as if you could ever understand." He growled out. Claws extended from his fingertips, skin turning charcoal black. It was at this moment that Dean knew. He had messed up. A hellish howl echoed through the Ghost Zone, drawing Harry's attention. "Cujo…" he whispered as he reverted back to his disguise, clamping down his powers. "We gotta move." He grabbed Dean by his wrist, pulling him along with a burst of speed. The howls continued, more joining the fray, and seemingly drawing closer. Dean's hands began to shake as visions of Hell danced before him.

"S-salt!" Dean cried out. "We need salt!" he pulled his hand from Harry, struggling to turn his backpack around.

"Dean that's not gonna work here!" Harry shouted, slapping the man's hands away from the backpack clip, lest Dean lose all the supplies he brought. There was a huff behind him, and Harry froze. Dean slowly looked up, seeing a large hellhound, with a figure atop it.

"You're from the past." It was not a question. The figure slid down from the beast, coming more fully into Dean's view. The thing, and he called it thing, for although it looked like man, it was not human. The thing was a towering seven foot tall, with light blue skin and pointed ears. It let out a dark chuckle. "Dean Winchester…" He held in his hand a dark staff, with an orb of dark green energy swirling within its tip. "I believe thanks are in order." He said smoothly, his voice deep enough to be soothing, yet the fangs that glinted as he spoke prevented this. He extended a black glove clad hand.

"Thanking me for what?" Dean managed to get out, backing away, eyes darting between him and the hellhound.

"Why, for this power!" he announced, laughing loudly, the sound jarring. "If it were not for you disappointing him YET AGAIN!" The white hair that Dean had assumed was spiked up, turned out to be flames, and they grew as the ghost's anger did. "Why, I would not have had my chance to strike him down and absorb his power." He tapped the faded scar over his solid red, left eye.

"You killed…Clockwork?" Dean choked out, looking over at Harry for confirmation. The teen looked away from Dean, flinching when the action caused Cujo to growl.

"But you did so much more than just grant me the opportunity." The being continued, stalking towards him, black cloak snapping with each deliberate step. He grabbed Dean by the front of his shirt. "You helped me get into the right mindset to take the final blow…by murdering my Husband and Father in Law in front of my very eyes!" The red receded from both eyes to show the acid green irises of the feared Phantom.

"Danny…"

"It's Dan." He said, tossing Dean away from him. "Most of all Dean…I should thank you for leaving me too."

"I…I don't believe you." Dean ground out, pulling his knife out. "I wouldn't…just leave…not my family." Dan gave Dean a sad look, twirling his staff to create a time screen.

"You may see me as a monster now, and perhaps I am…but you became one first." Dean stared up to the screen with wide eyes, not wanting to see the twisted past of this timeline.

Bobby and Adam sat near each other in the quarantine room, shivering despite the sweat running down their faces. Dean stood outside the door, pacing back and forth as if arguing with himself. He loaded and unloaded his gun several times. The sound of footsteps made him pause. Cas came into view.

"Dean, you don't have to do this. They could get better…" he said softly, though the tone of his voice made it obvious that he was making excuses. "You should have gone with Danny. If Vlad really is behind this-"

"He isn't. Vlad died in Azkaban; Danny is deluding himself."

"I wasn't deluded, however. Vlad had escaped with the rest of Voldemort's posse, leaving a body double behind. Hard to identify something burnt to a crisp. Vlad was there that day when I went looking for a cure. I knew that he held the answer, yet he would not give it up, convinced he was untouchable as he was surrounded by Death Eaters and Voldemort himself. I did what I had to do; I enacted my right as true ruler of the Ghost Zone. I tore his ghost half from him for the second time, and he laughed in my face. So, I swallowed his core whole." The way he explained it was so matter of fact, and it sent shivers down Dean's spine.

"Nothing else can be done Cas. Maybe if you still had your powers, but you don't…so your opinion doesn't matter." Dean kicked the door in, leveling the gun at Bobby first. He did not have time to notice the struggling Danny phase through the opposite wall, vibrant pink flower in his arms. The shot rang out and it seemed to go in slow motion. It hit Bobby dead between the eyes.

"NO! STOP!" Danny cried out, dropping the flower and rushing towards Adam, who had blearily opened his eyes. Another shot rang out, and Danny could not move fast enough, his body a swirling mess of now three cores. He fell to the ground, clutching his chest as the bullet hit Adam. "You…no, I had it. I had the cure! YOU!" Danny snarled, a bright white ring changing him into his monstrous ghost half.

It did not quite match the way Dan looked now, but it was certainly getting close. The closest Dean had seen had been when Vlad had taken over Danny's mind, solid red eyes, sickly green skin, wild hair and a serpent tongue.

Danny pulled his signature weapon, the one gifted to him by Clockwork three years ago. He separated the blades, wielding emerald and sapphire in separate hands. His breathing was heavy and labored, his cores at war with each other. Dean was shocked, looking past the boy to the bright pink flower. Behind him Cas had finally entered the room, hands covering his mouth when he saw what had occurred. Danny charged for Dean but was met with resistance in the form of Cas, wielding his angel blade. Their weapons clashed, and Cas saw the devastation in the red eyes before him. "You husband killed mine…his own brother. Let me through." Danny whispered through clenched teeth, on the verge of losing his mind. His anger only grew when he realized that Dean had done nothing to move himself out of the situation, simply standing stoic behind Cas. "Let me through." He repeated, fangs springing from his gums.

"I can't do that Danny." Cas admitted, pushing him back with a fluid move.

"TIME OUT!" roared a thunderous voice, blue mist filling the room. Clockwork appeared before them, Danny the only one able to move, though he stayed where he was, unsure if Clockwork was aware. The time being walked over to Dean, placing a medallion over his neck, granting him movement. "Dean Winchester. Were you not supposed to support Danny?"

"Look Clockwork, your son is an adult, I can't be babysitting him while others are relying on me!" Danny's red eyes turned their signature neon green in anger and he slowly stood up.

"You asked me for a solution to your problem." Clockwork twirled his hand and the pink flower floated over from across the room. "Gaining this cure could have been simple had you gone with him. Instead he was forced to consume the core of a devil being, and fight through a land meant for those who are righteous. Attacked at every turn because he harbored within him evil, even though his heart is still pure." Dean did not get a chance to reply as he was hit with a shot of green lightening, hitting the wall with a thump.

"Turn it back. I got the cure, reverse it." Danny begged Clockwork. Clockwork looked at him sadly. Danny shook his head in denial. "Turn it back. Or I'll kill him."

"The angels will never allow you to do that Danny." Danny clenched his weapons tightly in his hands, tears streaming down his face, utterly heartbroken. "Turn it back or I will kill you." There was no conviction in his voice.

"It is a fixed point Danny, however if it will make you feel better." Clockwork dropped his staff, as Dean watched hopelessly from the floor, still unable to move from Danny's attack. "I think I have existed long enough." Danny sloppily wiped his face, allowing the crown and ring to appear on him. His emerald and sapphire blades became encased in a white fire. "I love you son." Danny lunged forward, both blades entering Clockwork. The white fire spread over the elder's form, before condensing into rings that split in half. Inch by inch Clockwork ceased to be, until the only thing left was the black core. It fell to the floor with a soft splat, black oozing from it. A white glove grasped it.

"Is that… what you did to Vlad?" Dean asked, fearing for his life.

"No, I tore his out with my bare hand."

It was about the size of a softball in his slender hand. Dean struggled to move, the effects beginning to wear off. It was too late, however. Danny distorted his jaw, revealing his serpent tongue, which wrapped around the core, drawing in into his mouth. Dean gagged. Danny swallowed and fell to his knees, body convulsing. He screamed, clutching at his head. His skin went from its sickly green to a lighter blue. His ears became pointed, and Clockwork's scar appeared over his eye, though healed over. His white aura spread over his entire body, blocking everything but his four cores from sight. One ice blue, one green, one magenta, and one black. His heart was beating so fast, then at once it stopped, his cores pulsing instead. When the aura dissipated Danny looked different. His outfit was more Kinglike, a cloak with a golden clock gear clasp covering his shoulders. His gloves and boots were now black, most of his outfit white. He grabbed the time staff and it molded itself to its new owner. Danny let out a slightly hysterical laugh, casting a blue mist towards Adam and Bobby. It enveloped them softly before turning grey and disappearing. He tried again, and again, but each time it tuned grey, representing a fixed point in time.

"No!" he shouted, releasing the time freeze. Cas wisely backed away upon seeing Danny. He let himself turn back into his human half, but quickly found that his heart did not have room to beat any longer. He collapsed, his body instantly turning him back into a ghost. He sobbed, crawling to Adam and Bobby, trying to pull them close. A gunshot rang out, hitting the floor right in front of Danny. Dean lowered his gun slightly.

"It's time for you to leave." The time screen disappeared, Dan looking at the spot as if recalling something.

"You kicked me out of the camp and had It hidden from me. I wandered the forest for days, growing weaker. The elder Malfoy found me and brought me to Voldemort. We have a pact. If he finds Harry, he is mine. I will keep him here, safe and not allow him to stop Voldemort." Despite his monstrous appearance, it seemed Danny's non beating heart still held affection. "He has no magic after all."

"No magic?" Dean gasped, trying not to look over at Harry. How was it that Dan had been able to verify his identity but was unaware of Harry just a few feet away. Was Harry really that powerful?

"After the events of the Chamber of Secrets you were not there to defend him."

Harry hugged himself, traumatized by the events in the Chamber. Albus entered, followed by a woman who was still obscured by shadows.

"Here he is, Harry Winchester." The name registered to the woman and she stepped into the light. It was Aunt Petunia. This was her nephew. Did Albus know? It seemed as if he didn't otherwise, he would not be asking her to do what he had. Should she give up his façade in order to save him? Surely Albus would take the absence of the Winchesters to groom the boy himself to be powerful. Harry had recognized her as well, yet he remained silent. Petunia simply nodded and asked the boy for his hand. Harry gave it to her, blue eyes wide. It felt like a metal clamp was slowly extending over his body. He screamed. Petunia pulled the boy against her in a tight hug to prevent his struggling. Tears littered her eyelashes. The boy eventually passed out. She placed him down gently. Albus reviving him with a spell.

"I made sure not to leave a single drop." She explained as Harry stared at his hand in disbelief. She raised her voice just a bit. "Otherwise he could access his powers from that to replenish his core, especially through accidental magic. Just like stomping out a flame, you need to make sure no embers are left behind."

"Tear apart the vamp Cujo." He ordered, turning to Dean. "You cannot fix this timeline; I have made sure of it. I am sending you back to your time. Make sure this does not happen to your Harry." Cujo snarled loudly in the background, as Danny began to create a portal. A whimper from his hellhound distracted him and Dean took this opportunity to lunge at Dan, taking the staff from him. "You insufferable- "Harry appeared between the two of them in full Winchester mode, shocking the Ghost King.

"Harry?"

"I'm a bit sick of this timeline." Harry spat out, catching the staff that was tossed to him and snapping it over his knee. The Ghost Zone began to tremble as Dan recovered from his shock.

"Traitor!" he screamed at the last person he considered family. Harry grabbed Dean as Dan began to attack, using his demon speed to evade.

"Come on, Come on, almost there." He muttered under his breath. Black clouds filled the skies, searing hot lightening trying to strike them down as Dan gave chase, gaining distance with each passing second.

"How could you betray me like this Harry?" Dan called out, hand almost grasping the boy's hoodie. Harry spun out of his reach, finally catching sight of the Madison portal. "We were family. I sent thousands to look for you." Harry threw Dean towards the portal, turning to look at Dan.

"I'm sorry Dan. I had to look out for me." He let out a long low pitched whistle. Droves of low level demon pests invaded the Ghost Zone, creating a buffer between them. Dan stuck them down with no hesitation, but between one blink and the next…Harry was gone.

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Harry stepped through the portal, brushing off a stray demon pest and crushing it underfoot. Dean was inspecting the lab they had entered, brushing his fingers over the lab table. Several potions were bubbling nearby, creating a hazy fog.

"What you did was stupid." Harry reprimanded, knowing that if Dan had not been distracted, he could have disintegrated Dean with a single touch. Dean frowned, but did not respond, finding it harder now that Harry was in his Winchester form. "Thank you." Green eyes met blue, and Dean could tell it was genuine. "I don't know if we've reentered the timeline, but at least now there's hope." He pulled his hoodie off of his waist, tossing it in a nearby basket, and walking to a wardrobe nearby. He took his supply vest off and went to grab another hoodie. His hand paused and, in the end, he selected a brown palate plaid shirt.

"So, what's the next step?" Dean asked. "How am I supposed to get back?"

"The first step is telling you what happened." Harry told him, pulling out a stool and gesturing for Dean to sit. "In second year, the Chamber of Secrets will be opened. There is no stopping this. Who will open it is the mystery. In mine it was Ginny, Ron's little sister. Ron, Lockhart and I went in after her, and it turned out that Lockhart was a goddamn fraud. He gained control of Ron's new wand and tried to obliviate him. I had to use my raw magic to knock Ron out of the way, and then my demon powers to knock out Lockhart. Ron thought I was using black magic and freaked out, so I had to stupefy him. I went after Ginny on my own."

"Where was I, or Cas or Sam or anyone?!" Dean interrupted. When he had heard that Harry was going after the stone alone, he had nearly had a heart attack. He had promised that his son would be better watched the next year.

"You wouldn't listen when I told you Lockhart was a hack the first time. You started to believe that I opened the Chamber and was succumbing to my demon half. Cas was busy trying to unpetrify everyone, as for everyone else, I didn't bother to ask why they weren't there."

"Wait petrified?" Dean tried to clarify.

"Look I can't tell you every little thing, it would fill a whole book. The ending is the important part." Harry groused. "Voldemort tricked me. He bought himself enough time to possess Ginny. Though he seemed just as surprised, I think he was aiming for a different outcome with his ritual." Harry paused. "I had to destroy the artifact he used in the ritual, but when I made the first hole Ginny screamed, her eye bubbling with this black goo. Voldemort was weak so I used Gold to possess her and separate them."

"Woah, I thought angels needed consent before possessing someone."

"Being part human has its perks. I'm not in the rigid mold that the angels are. She had begged me to help her while she was lying almost dead on the floor. I say that qualifies." Harry said. "And any matter, it was not a full possession, I more or less disrupted their bond." Harry paused to toss a few things into the nearby cauldrons. "I was losing my angel powers quickly after that move and used the last burst to try and heal Gin's eye. I repaired the structure, but it is forever tainted."

"You couldn't try again? Now that you have better control?" Dean asked, though he had not seen the angel powers used as of yet.

"No." There was a creak as the lab door opened, putting Dean on the defensive. Harry pushed down the Hunter's gun, shaking his head.

"Harry?" called a feeble voice.

"Yeah, I'm down here Vlad!" Harry called back, leaving Dean to finish up his potions.

"Wait, Vlad?" Dean asked incredulous. Sure enough, coming down the steps was none other than Vladimir Masters. He looked so weak and old, hunched over and dry skinned. His blue eyes had frosted over, leaving him blind. His previous grey hair was now a damaged white. Dean stood with mouth agape.

"Who's that?" Vlad quired, having heard Dean's voice.

"You'll see in a second. Potion will be done in a minute, ran into some trouble getting back." He explained. Vlad nodded, searching the air with his hand. Dean gently took the man's arm, leading him to the stool. The hunter moved towards Harry, watching him. The teen pulled out a vial of ectoplasm, letting several drops mix into the potion. "This is of my own invention." He ladled a spoonful into a cup and handed it to Dean. Dean helped Vlad to drink the potion. A pink aura glowed around him for a moment before Vlad reverted back to his more youthful appearance.

"Ah, Dean Winchester." Vlad greeted. "The Righteous Man…five years ago I would have burnt you to a crisp, but for now I suppose we will have to play nice." He looked to Harry. "I assume from the past?" Harry nodded. "Yes, didn't see the possibility of our Dean listening to reason."

"Vlad, I broke the time staff. I was able to speak of the past." Harry told the man, looking to Vlad as a son would their father. It made Dean's stomach twist into a knot. Vlad brought his hand up to his chin, thinking of the implications of such a move.

"I doubt we are back in the timestream. Daniel would not be foolish enough to place both components within the staff. More than likely it would need to a conscious decision for him to bring up back in." Vlad mused. "Either way, who could say that altering the past would not create something worse?" He let his hand fall, placing it on Harry's shoulder. "You are an outstanding young man. You hold within you a champion that could sway even those who have lost hope in champions. You reformed me, when I was cast aside by Voldemort. You had no need to do that."

"Heh, I'm gone completely mad is the only reason. I don't know who I am anymore Vlad."

"You're my son." Dean croaked out. "You're Harry Winchester. But more than that you are what you chose to believe in. Vlad is right. I could go back and screw this up even worse. Tell me what you need done, I will help you fix this timeline."

"I don't know what to believe in." Harry replied. "I'm just tired." It was so desolate and broken. And Dean understood. He also understood that a Winchester did not go down without a fight.

"You survived losing you magic. You are stronger than you give yourself credit for. Hell, you made a weird youth potion thing for Vlad!"

"Youth potion," Harry mimicked with a laugh. "that already exists, maximum potency 1 day with a need of 3 months in between doses. What I made for Vlad is much more complex. Vlad had fused with Plasmius on a molecular level. I'm simply keeping those remnants alive within his DNA so that they don't pull on his life force in the absence of a core."

"Well you certainly didn't get your brains from me." Dean muttered.

"I'm not your actual son!" Harry shouted, finally fed up. "You adopted me! My parents died a long time ago, and I barely know anything about them because I was forced out of the wizarding world by my own Aunt!" Tears formed in his eyes. "I turned to the angels soon after 2nd year. I was up there!" he continued, pointing skyward, implying Heaven. "They wouldn't let me see them! And when I tried to do it anyway, I only saw a glimpse of her red hair before they threw me out too!"

"Harry…"

"I'm done being the hero."

"Is that why you haven't used your angel powers at all?" Dean asked. Harry turned away roughly, moving to work on storing the potion.

"Perhaps it would be best if we left him for a moment." Vlad suggested, leading Dean away. They had almost reached the door when Dean stopped.

"Let me tell you something you already know." Dean started, turning back to look at Harry. "The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. It's a very mean and nasty place, and I don't care how tough you are, it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it." Harry hunched over the cauldron more, as if he was trying to block the sound of Dean's voice. "You, me or nobody is gotta hit as hard as life." Dean was now walking towards him, ready to keep spitting motivational quotes until Harry listened. "But it ain't about how hard you can hit, it's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward."

"There is no forward to go to!" Harry yelled at last. "I can't fix this." He ground out.

"Your deepest fear is not that you are inadequate, but that you are powerful beyond measure." Vlad chimed in, surprised Harry had not seen through the Rocky script that Dean was spewing. "Dean makes a fair point Harry. You have given up because you are afraid to fail, but there are still many who believe in you."

"Those people took everything from me." He hissed out. "They hurt me, and now I will never be anything more than this fucked up person. I could have been great! I wanted to stop Voldemort! I wanted to save the world…" he trailed off, thinking of the hot days spent picking weeds in his Aunt's garden. How drastically his life had changed finding out he was a wizard. The friends he had made. Tears sprung in his eyes. Dean placed a hand on Harry's head, beckoning him to make eye contact with him.

"If you know what you're worth, go and get what you're worth." He told him. "But you gotta be willing to take the hits, and not pointing fingers saying you ain't where you want to be because of him or her or anybody. Cowards do that, and that ain't you!" Dean placed a hand on either shoulder, slightly shaking the teen. "You're better than that!" Harry was silent for a long time.

"I need a portkey." Vlad nodded, heading for the door.

"Wait, where are we going?" Dean asked. "Why does Vlad even have a portkey?"

"He stole a ton when he was escaping Azkaban. Ministry didn't put any precautions against ghosts, despite the fact that one can easily get ghosts to their bidding if they know the right ritual." Harry explained. "And one must never display their best weapon unless their life depends on it." He quoted in an exact replica of Vlad's voice.

"You seem to have a lot of powers I've never seen before. That an angel one?" Dean questioned. In reality he was scared. Scared of his son. But why should he be? Being scared of Harry was what made this timeline. Yet there was something unsettling about the level of power Harry was displaying. What had Severus once said though? That is was best to have Harry be on his own side at his most powerful?

"Demon." Harry corrected. "I survive off my demon powers. No one really knew about them back then, and it doesn't have a bounty on its head. I would walk around as a demon if there weren't freaking Lucifer recruiters all over the damn place. I much preferred it when Crowley was King of Hell. Too bad that only lasted about a year."

"Crowley?"

"Crossroad demon. He taught me a bunch after I left the angels." Vlad had returned, and Dean saved his questions, still not quite trusting him.

"This one leads to the heart of the ministry." Vlad told him. "It was the only one available to carry Muggles." Harry thanked the man, shifting into his Harry Potter persona. "I suppose I will hear about this in the papers then." Vlad said in a disapproving tone, raising an eyebrow. Potter gave a superior grin, green eyes glinting with confidence.

"Need to redirect them somehow." He shook out his sleeves, donning a brown leather jacket. He styled his hair just so, dialing up his charisma. "I trust you can blend in with the crowd Dean?" Potter asked. Dean nodded dumbly, having only seen this olive skinned version of his son once before. "Wonderful, hands on." He commanded, holding out a rusty tin. "All eyes on me!" he whooped as they were whisked away,

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They landed harshly, and Dean quickly got close to a wall and out of the way as an alarm sounded. Potter did not move, almost posing in the middle of the room. Several silvery animals rushed towards him and he moved out of their way with grace and ease. His hands passed through them and they became docile, sniffing at him curiously before dissipating. Their wizards finally made it into the room, jaws dropping in shock.

"So, what's all this about Voldemort being in charge here?" he joked. Several beams of light came at him. Two black wings erupted from his back, looking like that of a damaged bird. They closed in front of him like a shield, the spells rebounding harmlessly. Dean was sneaking along the wall, looking for an exit. Hadn't Chuck said that Harry's wings were golden? His hand finally hit a doorframe and he looked to Potter. Their eyes met and he gave a nod, continuing on without the teen. He would be fine. The sound of a snarl echoed in the room, but Dean did not look back. He had to focus on getting out without being outed as a Muggle. The atmosphere was gloomy and heavy, nothing like the bustling ministry of his time. In the center of the foyer stood a statue, depicting Muggles subservient to Wizards. He didn't realize he had stopped to stare until someone walked up next to him with a longing sigh.

"Beautiful isn't it?" she said, clasping her hands together pink nails gleaming in the light. In fact, she was dressed completely in pink, standing out drastically.

"Yeah, it's something." He lied, putting his hands in his pockets.

"I haven't seen you around before." She commented. "Are you one of the new Snatchers?" she asked. Dean glanced at the hundreds of wanted posters plastered to the halls. A hired kidnapper? He could be that.

"Yeah." He squeaked out, realizing halfway through that he needed to have a British accent. The lights around them began to flicker menacingly, a black fog rolling out from the heart of the ministry.

"Oh, my word!" the woman cried. She lifted a shaking hand to point towards the doors. "It's Potter!" She stamped her foot in anger. "GET HIM!" Dean cringed at the pitch of her shriek. Spells began to race towards Potter, but each was dispatched without harm. Dean took his chance and rushed towards the floo, grabbing a handful of powder.

"Quick, everyone! He's too powerful!" Dean called out, waving to draw attention to himself. Harry seemed to understand and was rushing towards him with a mighty flap of his damaged wings.

"None shall escape!" he shouted, almost making Dean laugh and break character. Harry crashed into him, sending them both into the fireplace and Dean dropped the powder as Harry spoke their destination.

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Dean was not expecting a shotgun to be leveled at his chest. He followed the barrel down to see a handsome teen with a small scar on the bridge of his nose. Brown eyes were evaluating him, and only when it was obvious that Dean was not a threat did the boy seem to really look at him.

"Professor Winchester?" he gasped, dropping the barrel. He looked past to see Harry shaking himself out of his Potter form, settling for his vampire one. "Harry?" Harry grinned widely, though his eyes remained glassy as he pulled the teen into a hug.

"Nev! How you doing?" he said cheerfully. Dean felt a shiver run down his spine. Everything about the scene seemed off. The quaint living room they stood in. The cheer Harry was expressing. The fact that the teen in front of him was the bumbling Longbottom, wielding a deadly Muggle weapon. Neville placed the gun aside.

"I'm doing fine, but I have a feeling that's going to change if you've come around. With your Dad nonetheless."

"Not my Dad." Harry corrected with a scowl. "And it's Edward like this," he said motioning to his fangs. "Yeah?"

"Yeah, Ed what do you mean it's not your dad?" Neville corrected easily enough. He had seen name changes enough to get used to it.

"I'm from the past. Like 5 years ago." Dean explained as Harry ruffled around the room, stepping through the home as if he owned it. Which, by Neville's expression, he probably did. "Seems you've gotten the hang of something." Dean said, motioning to the gun. Neville let out a laugh that seemed laced with regret.

"Never really good with a wand, yeah?" Neville whispered out. "No need for one now. Would result in disaster…more than usual I mean." Neville pointed to a seat. Dean took it, curious about the teen. What had he known about him in the past? He lived with his Gran, parents in St. Mungo's…but why? Should Neville have been there as well? Not extremely close to Harry, but nice nonetheless.

"What happened?" it came out coarse. Neville leaned back in his chair, a distant look in his eyes.

"The blind old man mistook his King for that of the enemy's." The hair on Dean's neck rose.

"You mean…" Dean coughed. "You mean when Dumbledore took Harry's magic." Neville nodded. "When Harry Potter did not show up to save Ginny Weasley…"

Neville stood nervously outside of the Headmaster's office, worried about his friends. He raised his hand to knock, but paused when he heard a loud crashing, followed by several surprised voices. Against better judgment he pressed his ear to the door.

"HOW!? How could this evil have infiltrated us so seamlessly? How could I have been so foolish to not hunt for Potter after the wretched Winchester boy saw him last year?" Neville's brow furrowed. Winchester? Evil? One of the portraits questioned Dumbledore's sanity and the wizard seemed to lose all composure. "Can you not see? Why was Winchester the only child to enter the last chamber? To fight alongside Voldemort. The adults were not meant to be there, he led seven children down into the depths of the school without alerting anyone. Severus, my loyal friend intervened, and the boy must have tracked Potter after. Why else would he not appear now? One must die at the hand of the other… that is the real reason Voldemort could not kill Potter all those years ago. These two…Winchester…Potter meant to battle leading our world to either light or darkness." Neville swallowed uneasily, trying to sneak away from the door. He stepped on his untied shoelace, and wind milled his arms in an attempt to avoid falling down the stairs. The action led him to fall forward instead, crashing through the unlocked door and at Dumbledore's feet.

"H-headmaster! Sorry! I didn't…I wanted to know…please don't expel me!" Neville clasped his hands together. "Please, Gran would be so upset. She might even disown me! At least I can practice magic, even if I'm not really good…but if, if I can't do it at all, she'll have no use for me!"

"And then he smiled at me." Neville paused in his story, clenching his fist. "and I was relieved. He asked me to take a seat, but Professor…" Brown eyes seemed to bore through Dean. "I should have run."

"Nev, you got that book on time theory still?" Harry asked as he popped back into the room. Neville smiled, running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah! It should be in the fifth row, third shelf." Harry made a snapping gesture of thanks before ducking out again. Neville deflated almost immediately. He noticed Dean's eyes on him and gave a huff, looking at his former professor with a wisdom beyond his years. "I lost everything…and Harry was still there. Right by my side…no matter what. And I'm going to be on his. But that comes later. I became the new fighter for the light. Albus pushed me every day. I needed to be proficient with my spells, confident in my abilities. Everyone was my friend, and since Severus never returned to teach after Harry left, all my teachers liked me. I…didn't even get a chance to fight Voldemort. I thought I was going to die in the forbidden forest. Not that I blame Remus!" he quickly added. Dean stored the name for later…or was it before if he had to go back to the past? He rubbed the bridge of his nose. "And then…Harry was there. Remus stopped in his tracks and then Sirius Black! HE came out of nowhere, crying so hard he turned into a dog and howled, which distracted Remus." Dean smiled slightly, glad to see a bit of the old Neville shining through. "But the dementors were closing in, and I tried to cast something, anything, but it was no use. My core had cracked, and my magic was unstable. Harry started to glow gold, and when he placed a hand on me, he had these massive wings. He gave me a choice. And… I had him seal off my core."

"What, I mean he can do that? Your magic is gone too?" Neville shook his head, knowing magical cores were difficult to explain to Muggles, and even half-bloods.

"I have my magic; I just can't use it. It would be too dangerous. And I don't want it fixed anyhow. All it did was bring me trouble." Neville grabbed the shotgun, holding it expertly. "Gran disowned me of course. And Harry, he appeared again, but as Edward. Set me up with this place and a bunch of things about being a Hunter." Tears appeared in Neville's eyes, gently rolling down his cheeks. "We were 13. I cried for so many days, and Harry, he let me. His love made me stronger, in ways I had never thought possible. He is my brother, now and forever." Harry reentered, and Dean had the suspicion he had been ease dropping on them, based on the slight sheen in his eyes. He turned the book he was holding so that Dean could see it.

"This is how I will get you home. We just need to make a stop first." Harry explained, pointing to a specific passage. Dean felt himself going cross eyed trying to make sense of the technical terms. IN the end he just shrugged. Harry closed the book, surveying the room around him. "Just like the first day we came here." He noted, Neville got wide eyed and immediately stood.

"Hold on, no, I need to grab some things!" he shouted over his shoulder as he ran from the room. Harry chuckled, glad that he and Neville still held enough of a bond to have the other boy know exactly what he was talking about. A bit later Neville reappeared with a small trunk, which Harry assumed was filled with the library's collection and a small potted plant. He set it at his feet and grabbed his gun. "Alright. I hope you know what you're doing."

"I'm gonna fix this, Nev. And your loyalty will gain you much." Harry assured him, squeezing his shoulder. "May I?" Neville nodded. Dean felt himself gag as Harry pierced Neville's chest, eyes solid black. A wind began to whip around them as Harry accessed Neville's magical core, drawing a small tendril out, while still maintaining its protective covering. The wound healed instantly as Harry held the small pale green wisp of magic. "Hold on to something Dean." Harry clenched the wisp tightly, a shockwave of power disrupting everything in the house. The street was exposed as the walls crumbled, the buildings on either side slightly damaged.

"What the fuck was that?" Dean exclaimed, though the rest of his rant was cut off when he heard the faintest pop nearby. He and Harry locked eyes and the boy tilted his head in acknowledgement. He pulled a pink orb from his pocket, placing it in Neville´s hand.

"Crush it." He instructed. Neville did so without question and Dean felt his heart pang. He had referred to Neville as a young man before, but both of them were 16. Children, who shouldn't have a war mentality like he did. There was one difference though, between his relationship with John, and Harry's with his classmate. There was love and trust there. A pink vortex appeared, a familiar face coming through.

"L-Luna?" Neville asked in shock. Her pink eyes dulled back to the silver they had been before as she looked at him. Harry lifted the trunk and gave it to Neville.

"Take care of him." With a shove Neville was tumbling through.

"What, no!" he cried out, but it was too late, as they became surrounded. Luna was forced to close the portal, lest their coven be infiltrated. Harry shifted into full demon form, letting out a nasty snarl as several spells came his way. He was suddenly nothing more than smoke, possessing one Order member after an another. Wands were turned on one another, but never anything deadly. It was breathtaking to watch how powerful Harry had become. Dean rolled for cover as someone finally noticed him. If his son was this strong, how on Earth had he been able to be pushed around so much? He went to load his gun and turned to take aim. The first thing that came into his sight was a shock of red hair. His breath hitched. It was Ronald Weasley. Hardened by whatever he had gone through in the last five years, his ice cold eyes did not leave Dean as he blasted the gun out of his hand. He too bore a scar, but on his right cheek. Smoke came between him and the Weasley boy, but Harry merely reformed, staring at his friend.

"Ron-"

"So, after everything, you chose this over me and my family." There was atremble to Harry's form, and Dean could tell the boy was trying very hard to keep it together.

"No, Ron. I saved Gin!" Harry pleaded. Dean could now tell what was holding Harry back. It was his heart. Ron scoffed in disgust.

"I know the truth Winchester. I'm not the same gullible boy you used to know." There was a pop behind Dean, but he was not able to turn in time. Harry turned to see Dean laying limp on the floor. Blue eyes stared in horror as he lost control of his demon form, reverting to his Winchester form when Albus raised his wand to him.

"I assume this time traveler is why you have revealed yourself to us now." He said evenly. Harry closed his eyes in defeat. "You must have lost touch with reality if you pretend that a mere child can outsmart me." Harry opened his eyes slowly, a smile gracing his lips as he channeled something from long ago.

"Worked when I was a wee boy, didn't it?" he mocked. "All that time, you had not a clue to who I really was." His stance had boldened, but he did not intend to fight the Leader of the Light. He knew the price he was worth to the old man, and how he thought. All he had to do was brace himself for the beam of red light that would eventually come his way.

"Perhaps, but you had friends then…now you stand alone." Albus retorted. Harry felt Ron's wand touch his back.

"To be betrayed by the wand I gifted you. Just as Godric betrayed Salazar." Harry lamented, causing Ron to dig the wand further into his back. "It is the same one from second year, isn't it?" Ron did not respond, so Harry looked over his shoulder, seeing in his vision an overlap of the young Ron, with this new serious teen. "I still consider us brothers."

"Stupefy."

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Ron waited patiently for his prisoners to awaken. Albus had entrusted him to guard them at the Headquarters, which at this time was the Burrow itself. He turned the wand he held in his hand over, inspecting it. Despite everything he still owned it. Harry had felt responsible for his old wand breaking and had paid the fee to get a new one. At the time he thought he would never have a better friend. Then the chamber of secrets had been opened. Harry had been living two lives, one trying to solve the mystery and the other enticing Ginny into the Chamber to sacrifice her. Harry made Lockhart go mad. Ron looked at Harry's prone form. He was still smaller than normal, just like he had been in school. Ginny had been exiled for being tainted by Black Magic, the twins going missing, and although somethings didn't add up, he continued to fight with Dumbledore. He was keeping his family above water and could not afford to have doubt. He was to have no doubt that Harry was the spawn of Voldemort, raised to kill Harry Potter, a feat accomplished in first year when he had left them all behind in the challenge rooms. He was not to doubt that sacrificing Ginny was to bring back Voldemort. Not to doubt that the strange creature that was Harry Winchester would need to be held captive.

But he did have doubt.

"We could be brothers then, yeah?" Ron asked. Harry smiled brightly.

. . .

"I still consider us brothers."

Ron came out of his musings as he heard Dean shifting. The man groaned, complaining about being knocked out once again. The teen stood, black overcoat snapping slightly as he straightened it out. His old professor turned to look at him wearily, staggering over to the cell bars, sore from the awkward position he had been left in.

"Ya know what Weasley? 1 billion points from Gryffindor. Harry would never do this to you." Ron looked back at his wand.

"Yeah, guess I pulled a real Peter Pettigrew." He muttered, confusing the time traveler. "It doesn't matter." He continued louder. "Hogwarts is a Death Eater training ground now."

"Yeah. But there is still a counter in your heart, isn't there?" Dean said lowly, leveling the teen with a heavy gaze.

"I haven't seen Harry in 5 years." Ron tried to explain away. He did not know what seeing his old friend would do to him. He tried to prepare for it. He studied how to be strong and stoic from other Order Members. Yet, his eyes could not help but wander to the other teen. "I don't owe him anything."

"It sounds like a lot of you owe him more than you think." Dean responded. "I could tell you one secret and your whole opinion would change, but I won't. Because you shouldn't need new information to realize what is true. The boy you met on the train; does he cross you as someone to deceive you?"

"He was there with Malfoy! And you can already guess that little prick joined the Darkside."

"You cut off his only link to the Light when Harry was made to leave Hogwarts." Ron set his jaw and looked away. He inhaled sharply, trying not to think about it. "Harry had his magic drained from him. His identity was taken, but he has been fighting all these years to still be who he once was. I'll admit it, when I saw him, he seemed like kind of a dick." Blue eyes turned back to Dean. "But Luna? Some powerful sorceress whatever? She called me here to save him, because she trusts in him. Someone who was once an enemy is now dependent on Harry, and he helps them, because he can. He believes the man deserved a second chance upon seeing what his actions had caused. He saved Neville from having to be the next Savior, by hiding away his magic when it became unstable. That house where you found us? He gave it to Neville and healed him there, turned him into something greater."

"Oh yeah?!" Ron snarled. "What about my sister?"

"I sent her to America to stay with a friend. Becky. I didn't want her education to suffer. When she was ready, I found her and asked her what she wished to do. I'm sure you've heard of the Rebellion?" Harry stated, revealing that he had sat up some time ago.

"The Rebellion? A bunch of anarchists! Dumbledore says if they wanted to do the right thing, they would just join the order."

"Funny, it seems the Oder is just as selective about its members as the Death Eaters." Harry shot back. "Tell me, would Dumbledore let Ginny join the Order when he had expelled her from Hogwarts?" Harry jumped to his feet in one fluid movement, moving to the bars with purpose. "I wanted you guys to find me, Ron. I wanted YOU to find me." Ron took a halting step back. "So that you could hear from me what happened."

"So, what happened then?"

"I heard Dumbledore telling Petunia to wait just a bit longer, as he was going to bring another student. I knew it was going to be Ginny after what Voldemort's spirit did to her. What he didn't know however, was that I already took the Black Magic from her with my angel powers. Yes, her eye was unhealed, but it was the best I could do. So I ran to her as fast as I could, with them shouting behind me for me to stop."

Harry dodged under Dumbledore's arm, barely taking notice that Petunia had done nothing to stop him. The Great Hall was empty, and his footsteps echoed eerily. A spell whizzed past him and he dove to the floor, crawling under the table towards the front doors. A bench near him splintered violently and he crawled faster, breath coming in quick pants. The table flipped over as Gold stood, wings proudly spread. Albus stared in disbelief as this glowing boy gave him a look devoid of emotion. Gold continued his quest, looking for the wounded Fox. A spell came at him, but it was deflected by a wing invisible to the caster.

"HOW!?" Albus shouted, flinging spells one after another, progressively getting more harmful. Gold abandoned the Great Hall at great speed, rushing towards Gryffindor Tower. He reached it in no time, passing by the portrait with a gruff bark of the password.

"Fox?" he whispered out. His golden eyes tracked to the stairs leading to the female dorms. No sooner than his foot taking the first step did the stairs smoothen into an unscalable slide. Gold tilted his head and lifted up with his wings, flying to the correct floor and entering the dorm. Harry stumbled a bit as his feet hit the ground. "Ginny?" The curtains around abed opened.

"Harry? How did you get up here?" she cried in alarm, throwing herself at him for a hug. Harry held her close, grateful that she was still safe.

"Gin. They are going to try and take your magic."

"What?" her eyes were filled with fear. He did not flinch away at her now mismatched eyes, that reminded him much of Rowena Ravenclaw. Her tainted eye remained red, a fresh scar running vertically from the talons of the Phoenix. He placed a bag of coins in her hand.

"Get out." An alarm went through the school and Harry rushed to the window to see several Aurors entering from every imaginable entrance. Harry dug through the nearby desk, grabbing a piece of parchment and drew a picture for Ginny. "Here. Take this. This statue has a secret passage to Honeydukes. You'll take the floo to this address, Bobby he's my grandpa, give him this note. And…grab what you need, meet me in the common room!" he urged her as he ran to his own dorm room. Harry dug through his trunk finding his old blue contacts. He paused to take a steadying breath.

"Hermione!" he heard Ginny exclaim and he rushed back to the common room. Hermione looked between the two of them, taking in their panicked expressions.

"Hermione please…" Harry pleaded.

"I don't see you Harry. I really don't." she whispered back, holding her hand out for the contact case she recognized. Harry nodded, knowing he could trust her to explain to Ginny how to cover her red eye.

"Goodbye." He told them both.

"Until next time." Hermione responded, a lump in her throat.

"So I ran out and caused hell until the Aurors captured me so that Ginny could escape. I could have easily escaped on my own, but I didn't. I waited until I was in the Ministry to do so, to cause even more of a panic, and for Ginny to get enough time under the radar to flee."

"You smashed the Gryffindor Hourglass with your bare fist." Ron stated. "You were able to do that because you're an angel?" there was disbelief but also hope in his voice.

"And a demon, and well…" Harry melded into his Potter form.

"You-you-you…" Ron let his wand fall from his hands, backing away. Potter reached into his pocket and pulled from it a Galleon, hidden in his palm as he continued to speak.

"The question I have…" He held out his hand, coin still hidden, and Dean was put on alert, concerned what trick Harry was about to pull on his former friend. "will you join me?"

"My family…I need to work for Dumbledore." Ron told him, tears now streaming down his face. It was as if he were seeing the face of Heaven. Their savior was not gone, but here.

"Not anymore you don't. People who make the right choice will always win in the end. Yes there will be sacrifices, hell, I've died 104 times." Dean grinned at the boy, though if anything it made him more nervous.

"I'm going to fix this Ron. And your loyalty will gain you much." It was surreal to Dean to see Potter standing so self-assured, hand outstretched between the bars. All the while Ron looked on the verge of a moral breakdown, not having expected to learn Harry's secret. For a moment it seemed as if Ron was the one behind the bars, and Harry was here to free him. And to repeat what he had told Neville had Dean questioning how exactly Harry planned to fix everything. In fact, it sounded almost ominous in a positive way. There would be no choice but a better future. Harry was making sure of it. Ron reached a shaky hand towards Harry.

He stopped just shy of touching his prisoner.

"No. This is a trick. You killed Harry Potter!" Ron reached down to grab his wand. At the same time Harry threw the coin with such force that that it knocked Ron backwards. In disgust Ron grabbed onto the coin, activating it. "You were never my friend! You dirty mixed breed!" There was a crash from above them. Several voices began to shout. Ron turned in alarm when a small side door opened up, Harry quickly shifted to his vampire form, not wanting anyone else to know he was Potter. Fire walked through, and Ron was staring at a face like his own. "Gin?" Ginny ignored Ron, walking past to the cage and directing tainted flames to melt the lock. Harry walked out first, looking over at Ron.

"And so, Judas you will be." He said remorsefully.

"Weasley, look it's not too late." Dean started, trying to put a hand on Ron's shoulder. On took a step back, almost in a trance. Too much was happening at once. The wand Harry had given him was within reach and so he took several steps back. He now had no choice but to use the one stored up his sleeve that the Order insisted upon. Ron complied by pulling out his broken spare. The same one from second year, held together with Spell o Tape. He pointed it at Harry, and the other teen stood still. They both knew what would happen if Ron were to cast anything with it. But in doing so, it would satisfy his duality. He was both casting to harm Harry, and to save him. Harry gave a nod in acknowledgment.

"Obliviate."

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Harry was immediately engulfed in a pair of arms and bushy hair as he walked into the Rebellion Headquarters. Several people came up behind her, eager to welcome Harry. Dean took the time to survey those around him. Hermine herself looked haggard, with stained clothes and trembling hands. The boy who blew things up, missing an eyebrow. The other Junior Hunters from Slytherin House. The Hufflepuff that stuttered in normal conversation. The Quidditch Captain of Gryffindor, and most of his players. A collection of Ravenclaws. Though today there was no way to distinguish house, Dean could still recall their young faces. The face he was surprised to see was the boy waiting in the back awkwardly.

"Dursley." Dean said gruffly. Wide eyes turned to him and the teen put his hands up to his chest to show surrender. There was a roar in Dean's ears as he tried to keep his temper under control.

"Please…please don't." Dudley gasped out and Dean moved his hand away from his gun, the cold metal startling him. Everyone else had just been watching tensely. Harry had not intervened. Dean pressed his palms to his eyes, ready to be done with this dark reality.

"I'm not…I'm not going to hurt you." He admitted. "But what are you doing here?"

"I'm an AnteMaj, just like my mother was. Hermione and I, we've been trying to see if there is a way to reverse what my mother had done to Harry." Dudley explained.

"We are so close Harry." Hermione told him in a whisper, eyes dull from her convoluted route to where they now stood. She would not be here if not for Dudley, having not returned to Hogwarts after second year, realizing just how dangerous it truly was. The spark that McGonagall had seen in her when explaining Muggleborns to her was snuffed out when she heard that magic could be taken by force. So she had remained at home and by chance met with Dudley in school, and he had known. Could recognize her magic even when she tried to suppress it. She became his tutor at first due to his relation to Potter, but then due to their own friendship. And so it was why she stumbled unto a horrific scene that haunted her if she did not preoccupy her mind. Harry grabbed her wrists removing her hands form his shoulders.

"I don't need my magic back…what on Earth have you been doing?" he asked, slight alarm in his voice.

"Nothing they didn't deserve." She responded cryptically, having already spent too much time away from her projects.

Hermione stumbled a bit as the floor rocked beneath her. Her brown eyes widened when she heard shouts from the Evans' apartment. She ran towards it, only to find herself opening the door to the stairs. The young witch shook her head, taking a step back into the hall. She could feel it around her, the charge of magic. She dropped her bag to the floor, digging through it frantically. Unzipping the hidden pocket her hand clasped her wand and then the magic around her stopped its oppression, allowing her to hear the high pitched screams of Petunia. Hermione burst through the door, three Death Eaters looking to her.

"Run!" Petunia shouted at her, only to scream as one of the men branded her once again with a hot piece of metal. Hermione didn't understand. Petunia and Dudley were AnteMaj, there was only one spell that affected them. She was grabbed by the man closest to her and she kicked out futilely.

"WHERE IS POTTER?!" The leader shouted again, confident the other two could take care of the teenage girl. They took her wand, tossing it aside to be identified by the Ministry later. Yes, this invasion would be a message. Hermione was frozen with fear. She had left the wizarding world behind, why was this happening to her? The leader continued to torture Petunia as Hermione was tied up by a spell. Knives came into play, being summoned from the kitchen. Slowly, the leader began to carve at Petunia's flesh.

"No no no no no no!" Hermione yelled shrilly. Her magic swirled to the surface, willing to help but unsure what to do. It had been three years since she had used her magic.

"Shut up!" The man closest to her slapped her hard, tipping the chair over. The other shot an orange spell at her and she shut her eyes, sure it was the end. She heard a garbled cry and opened her eyes, seeing the caster felled by his own spell. The shield her magic had created fell away. "You bitch." The other spat, raising his wand. He was not expecting Dudley to burst from the closet and bowl into him. The Death Eater flew a few feet, not a physical match for the football player, hitting his head enough to daze him. He turned to Hermione with determination, pulling out his pocketknife and slashing the binds that held Hermione. She scrambled to her feet.

"Don't move brat." The leader told Dudley, wary of the boy being an AnteMaj as well. He held a knife to Petunia's throat.

"Mum…" Dudley croaked out. Petunia gave him a small smile, not wanting him to worry. The witch was here, she would get Dudley to safety. The other Death Eater was stirring, but the children did not notice.

"Come to me Dudders, one last hug." She whispered through her tears.

"Hermione please…I know you hate your magic but please, my mum." It was odd to see someone as strong looking as Dudley plead to girl nearly a foot and half shorter.

"M-my wand, its too far." The leader grinned, and Hermione saw the intent in his eyes. He raised the knife, ready to plunge it into the woman. Hermione let her repressed magic surge out of her, using only her desire for Petunia to be safe to guide it. The Death Eater staggered, the knife in his own chest. Petunia was several feet away, pushed to the side by a wave of magic. Hermione rushed over to her wand, but the wounds Petunia had were above her ability to fix.

"Avada Kedavra." Petunia grabbed Hermione to her chest and rolled to protect her, the curse hitting her in the back.

"Petrificus Totalus!" Hermione snapped out, unable to take a moment for the dead woman atop her. Dudley gently took his mother from her, carrying her to the bedroom. Hermione scanned the room, breathing hard as the adrenaline began to dissipate. She wiped at her brow, staring down the remaining Death Eater. Dudley returned.

"I will only ask you to do one more bit of magic."

"I can't not the killing curse…" she whispered. Dudley shook his head. He stalked to over the petrified Death eater, clasping both wrists in his hands. He stood like this for a few moments, muffled yells escaping his victim.

"Undo your spell." Hermione hesitated a moment, but in the end she did as requested. She stood by Dudley's side as he drained the magic from the man as forcefully as he could.

"-mione. Hermione." Harry called again, waving his hand in front of her face. She had been silent from the last minute. Dudley gently placed a hand on her shoulder, and motioned for Harry and Dean to follow, leading them towards a door. Upon opening there were a dozen cells, each holding what used to be a Death Eater. Their arms reached out form between the bars, begging for help and mercy. Hermione snapped out of it and tapped a book that was on the table next to the door. All the hands retreated in fear. "Lots of things in here. Some legal, some not. But then again…we are in a lawless age are we not?" Her voice was calm now, like silk, and Dean felt a shiver run down his spine.

"I honestly don't know how my mother dealt with taking your magic." Dudley said as he walked up behind them. "The more powerful the wizard, the more harmful the last drop." Dudley put his hands out and Dean inspected them closer than before. They looked as if they had been burned several times over.

"This stops now." Harry growled out, scaring the prisoners further. Hermione looked to him in disbelief. "You need to stop working for me. I am not your savior!" Harry yelled out, shifting into his demon form.

"Harry," Hermione whispered softly, drawing his attention. "We both know that you are."

"You told her." Harry accused Dudley.

"I already had my suspicions Harry. Do not forget I was at your side for two years." Hermione replied. "And we are not working for you, but with you. We are not blinded by our need of you, which is why we are working on Death Eaters." Harry's eyes roamed the cells.

"How are you finding them?" A small blue light began to blink within a clear statue of a snake, positioned at the center of the room. The prisoners, though weak began to shout, rattling the bars of their cages.

"The snake provides." Hermione said, stepping towards it with her wand. She tapped it lightly and the glass shifted into a door. Dean watched with bated breath. The door opened slowly, two masked figures walking in.

"TRAITOR!" The cry rang out from the cells as the man in front was encased in ice. Gently, a pale hand came up and removed the white mask, revealing Draco Malfoy. Silver eyes were upon Harry at once. The teen dropped the mask and rushed to the demon boy. Dean drew his weapon, but it was not needed. Draco let his metaphorical mask crack as his arms wrapped around Harry, ice slowly spreading from his form. Slowly, Harry's arms wrapped around the blond as well, leaning his forehead against that of the Death Eater. Dean was surprised at the turn of events. Harry looked monstrous at the moment, and yet Draco clung to him as if he were an oasis. It stood to reason that Draco had seen this form before, but when? Would Harry gain control over his form by second year? He had taken Ron at his word that Draco was a Death Eater, but he should have known that Draco would not find it within himself to betray Harry Winchester.

"Winchester, I swear to Merlin…" Draco's voice cracked, and he began to tremble, having waited so long to see him again. He had stuck to their plan, even when Harry was no longer around. "I did it, I knew you would return…" Harry gently shushed him, meddling into his Winchester form. He gently took the left arm of his companion and traced the Dark Mark that was there. A static filled the air as rage filled Harry. It was the final straw.

"I will not accept this sacrifice." Harry intoned, his voice echoing off the walls. Tear filled eyes looked to him in shame. "You are not to die among your enemies, but instead your friends. Do not return to him."

"Thank you!" Draco sobbed, falling to his knees as he clung to Harry. He muttered his thanks continually, having grown weary of being a child soldier for a madman. Harry turned to Dean pinning him with a sharp gaze.

"We are going to Lucifer. He has something that I need." He looked to Hermione.

"This will be over soon, do not continue any research." Hermione nodded, pulling Draco towards her as Harry prepared to leave. "How can I make it back to America?"

"Ginny can floo you with her flames, it becomes undetectable." Harry gestured to Dean and they all reentered the main room. Wands were drawn as the blond entered but Hermione was able to pull up a wandless barrier as spells came towards him. The light had returned to her eyes.

"Lower your wands." Ginny instructed, knowing Harry would never let a threat through to them. Pansy and Blaise had tears streaming down their face as Draco made his way to them. Crabbe and Goyle looked to Harry in question. He nodded and the four of them enveloped Draco in a hug.

"Gin, I need you to send us to America, Maryland specifically if you can." Ginny nodded, flames extending from her body with no resistance.

"How are you doing that?" Dean interjected as she had it swirl into a nearby fireplace. She spared him a quick glance and noticing that Harry was occupied she confided her thoughts.

"Many of us hold power deep within us. So deep that we are not conscious of it. But there are people like Harry who can draw out that power with ease. Voldemort wishes he was one of those, but it is obvious he is not. As disciplines of Harry we have grown powerful enough to cause a difference. It may at times seem dark, but…" she shivered as remnants of her time possessed washed over her. "there is no good or evil. Only power." She cut herself off from finishing the quote. Not being powerful did not mean one was weak. She had not been weak before Harry saved her. But Voldemort was right in that respect. Too many did not bother to do the soul searching required to reach their inner power. Luna had, and had been called Loony during her journey. Ginny was glad she had been friends with the girl. Herself and Hermione had suffered their magic betraying them and had taken the dive deeper to overcome it. "Nothing is holding me back now. I'm the master of me."

"Is it ready?" Harry asked, walking up. He had finished his goodbyes to everyone, leaving them with instructions to halt all tasks until the next day. Ginny nodded. Harry stepped into the flames, Dean hesitating slightly, unnerved that the flames weren't green. How ironic, he thought. Harry took one last look around. "Your loyalty will gain you much."

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Harry felt his heart skip a beat as he exited the fireplace. What he was looking for was close. Exiting the abandoned house with Dean on his heels, he recognized the town. He grinned at his luck, shifting into his demon form. "We're close."

"What exactly are we getting? And is Lucifer actually gonna be there?" Dean questioned.

"Yes, I've seen him here before. He wants what I need but has not figured out a way into the building due to the fact that it's sacred." Harry answered, avoiding the first part of the question. They were trekking through some sparse woods when a faint beeping started. Dean patted down his body quickly, finding a paperclip in his pocket that was emitting the sound. Harry snatched it from him and used his advanced strength to chuck it back the way they had comes. "The Order must have planted a tracker when we were unconscious. It won't take them long to get the portkeys they need to get here."

"Wait, what? We've been running around doing all types of crazy shit to get from place to place and we can just portkey between continents?" Dean argued, keeping pace with the sprinting Harry.

"Don't be ridiculous if WE could do that, I would've." Harry said not even sounding out of breath. "The Order has connections alright? Or had, but they sure as shit stockpiled what they could before Voldie took over the ministry. I'm surprised it took them this long to find Ron."

"Well Ginny Weasley is a part of that house and her flames go undetected, so they had no reason to check on him." Dean reasoned. Harry made a noncommittal sound, feeling as if more was at play. He placed his hand out, stopping Dean. There was a commotion occurring just outside the tree line and they peeked out. Future Dean was leading the assault against Lucifer.

"Stay here." He ordered Dean. As a demon, Harry was ignored by the other Lucifer followers. He walked towards the edge of the battle, waiting for the moment to make his presence known. Dean watched with bated breath, not knowing his plan. Most of the future fighters had been struck down, and Future Dean called a retreat. Harry stamped his foot down, causing the lower level demons to freeze in place. Dean sighed in relief he saw Cas was among those escaping. Harry moved quicker than shadow, appearing in front of Future Dean, grabbing him by the front of his shirt. He spun them once, tossing the man back towards Lucifer. Dean could not believe his eyes, and they only further widened as Lucifer finally made his appearance, stalking towards his future self.

"Nightmare, I've missed you." Sam said softly. His white suit was pristine, a blood red flower on his chest. Harry placed his foot on Future Dean's neck when the man tried to scramble away. Sam gave a nod and there was an audible crack as Future Dean when still.

"No." Dean gasped out, running out. How could Harry have fooled him? Pure white eyes turned to Dean, narrowing in annoyance.

"I told you to stay there."

"NO wonder you weren't worried about all your friends going Dark. You plan to help Lucifer!" Dean shouted, feeling a fool.

"SHUT UP!" Harry shouted. Why didn't the man just listen to him? "My friends are not Dark. They are powerful!" Harry released his hold on the other demons. Many of them muttered unhappily but did not challenge the demon boy. Lucifer considered Sam's feeling towards Harry, and found he liked the boy as well. Ruthless, smart, and powerful. He had practically adopted the boy, and none dared touch him. There were several pops around them as Order members heard Harry's shouts, from their Portkey arrival point. Harry took a halting step back but did not panic until Albus himself appeared.

"Winchester…Singer…I knew I was correct to doubt you." Albus told the two adults.

"Attack!" Nightmare shouted to the others and they obeyed. Lucifer grinned, keeping a level gaze with Dean, beckoning him closer as demons and wizards clashed. He was distracted as Harry took off running to the sacred building. Dean took this chance to run after the teen.

"Nightmare no!" Lucifer shouted out, knowing his son would burn should he enter. But slowly the black left the boy's body, creeping into his hair. White eyes turned blue, and horns shrunk away.

"It's him! Get him!" One of the Order members shouted. Harry Winchester rolled to avoid a spell, hearing a gunshot ring out and fell his attacker. He looked behind him, seeing Dean's determination. He did not yet understand what was happening, but he had to learn to trust in his son. Not doing so had caused this future. Harry gave a nod, throwing open the door to the building, the protections washing away his masks. Albus gasped, sensing Harry Potter for the first time in six years.

"After them!" he roared. Everything seemed to move in slow motion for Harry. They were so far ahead of the others, and yet he kept sprinting at full speed, his plaid shirt flapping out behind him. What he needed was screaming at him. He was forced to slide under a blade as two sentries appeared. Fred and George continued their assault, mindless. The twins moved in perfect sync, one with a golden eye and the other with a silver one. Dean tried to sneak past, seeing something golden glowing just past the archway at the end of the hall, but was forced back by Fred. The Order was entering the front doors.

"Fred, George! It's me! It's mine!" Harry shouted coarse. There was no recognition. Tears came to the teen's eyes.

"Change into Gold! We aren't going to be able to hold them off like this!" Dean shouted, crying out as a blade connected with his upper arm.

"I can't!"

"What?" Dean replied in shock.

"I said I can't." Unbidden the memory flashed through Harry's mind.

Harry was weeping softly as he struggled against the bonds. Naomi walked in, her heels clicking on the floor. She was lecturing him, but he refused to listen. He was using his powers to help humans, that is why he got them in the first place. A scream was torn from him as a needle pierced him, slowly extracting his golden grace.

Harry called up his demon powers, howling as it began to burn him. He shoved both sentries towards the archway, reverting back quickly. A spell whizzed past his ear, and he gasped in shock. It had hit Fred, sending him sprawling.

"Harry. You need to dig deep. There is something still there." Dean gasped as a cutting hex hit his leg. "There has to be. Think!" Harry braced himself.

"Watch my back." Dean nodded, positioning himself to shoot at the Order. Harry would need to face the past. He ran towards his grace, digging deep.

"I made sure not to leave a single drop." She explained as Harry stared at his hand in disbelief. She raised her voice just a bit. "Otherwise he could access his powers from that to replenish his core, especially through accidental magic."

"However," War's ring spun a bit as he dropped it on the table. "she had left behind an ember, for you cannot truly put out a flame, only a flame may decide when to die out."

"The more powerful the wizard, the more harmful the last drop." Dudley put his hands out and Dean inspected them closer than before. They looked as if they had been burned several times over.

"Just like stomping out a flame, you need to make sure no embers are left behind."

Harry gasped as he resurfaced from his own depths, pulling his magic up with him. A burst of magic spread from him like a wave, knocking out the sentries. Harry leapt over their bodies, hand grasping the golden bottle. Dean cried out as he was blasted into the room by Albus Dumbledore. The elder wizard lifted the man into the air with a spell.

"Think of your next move carefully." Albus said to Harry. Harry uncorked the bottle without hesitation, the grace rushing back into him.

Harry screamed as every cell of his body was invaded with golden light, floating up into the air, framed perfectly by the art of the ceiling. Everyone fell to their knees covering their ears as the language of the angels rained down upon them. Dean struggled to keep his eyes open, looking upwards. Golden light was spilling from both of his son's eyes, overwhelming him. It was as ominous as Harry had promised his followers. Golden wings were the last thing Dean saw before he lost his battle with consciousness.

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"What do you mean he's going to the Weasley's?" Danny responded angrily. Severus raised an eyebrow in regard to the hostile manner, in a way unknowingly reminiscent of Vlad. Danny gritted his teeth. "He'll be safer here with me and Adam.

"You are not old enough to mind him, and Adam is…Adam." Severus finished dryly.

"I'm 19!" Danny shouted in response. His eyes widened and he turned away from Severus. It was no use though, Severus had moved closer, brotherly intent shining through. These moments were rare but so powerful, and Danny wasn't sure if he was ready to be catered to so soon after what had occurred with Vlad.

"I wasn't aware that your birthday had passed. I figured that your birthday was sometime in October or November." At Danny's inquisitive look he hesitated. Vlad was a large open wound at this point. "You came to us after finding your heritage on your 18th birthday, in early November." Danny crossed his arms defensively.

"My birthday is the 26th of December." He admitted. "It took me nearly a year to escape." He fidgeted with his fingers. "Let me take Harry to the castle."

"The Weasley's are more than capable of keeping him safe." Severus replied, moving away from Danny, realizing the boy did not want to speak of his birthday. "They fought in the first War with 5 children. In this time of peace, one would be a fool to cross Molly Weasley." A solemn frown worked its way onto Danny's face, his inner child yearning for his own mother. "You and Adam can be the ones to bring him to The Burrow if you'd like. It would save us some time in our commute to Hogwarts." He hoped Danny would take the offer. Because the commute did not matter. Danny's mental health did, and he could think of no one better than Molly. While she did not have extreme expertise in psychology as he did, she had something much more innate. Having raised several children who were all so different and understanding each one of them for who they were.

"Yeah, I'll take him." Danny relented. "I'll go see if he's ready."

"I appreciate it." Severus called after him, as the teen ascended the stairs. Sam entered from the lab at that moment, carrying a trunk of potions texts that Severus kept with him at all times due to their sensitive nature.

"I'm going to go up to help Dean. He's probably only half packed." He said with a laugh, setting the trunk down. Severus nodded, the two of them still working on rebuilding trust. Sam gave a tight lipped smile and walked towards the stairs. Severus kneeled down beside his trunk, running a hand over the lock. While he certainly liked his reputation as the mysterious potentially dark wizard that he portrayed, even to his family, there were many things that were simply an extension of the truth. This trunk, for example, did not belong to him, and he had never unlocked it. It belonged to his mother. He did not possess a key, nor would an incantation unseal it.

"What secrets are you keeping?"

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Dean blinked rapidly, hearing the end of Clockwork's reprimand. He looked around in confusion, going as far to spin around to take in the whole room. Clockwork trailed off, recognizing the effects of time travel. "Am I to assume my lesson is no longer needed?"

"He killed you." Dean choked out, still reeling from what he had seen.

"I most likely allowed this." Clockwork opened up a blue portal, hoping he would not have to return. "You had better finish packing." Sam entered just as Clockwork disappeared.

"Hey, are you ready yet?" Sam asked. Dean couldn't help himself; he pulled his little brother close. Sam hugged him back a bit confused. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah. Just…missed you while I was gone." He gave a cough and separated. Sam stood taller and moved his hands in fake confusion.

"Hold on. Isn't it your rule not to have chicken flick moments?" Sam asked in mock seriousness. Dean threw a balled up shirts at him.

"Shut up Bitch."

"Whatever, Jerk."

Alright, any flashbacks that weren't in the middle of someone's story telling directly to Dean, he does not know about. So he doesn't know about Petunia etc.