MUAHAHAH! first review! Thank you AuraFighter23, couldn't resist the puppy-dog eyes, could you? This chapter is a bit longer, just for you 3

"Do you see now, Dumbledore? Do you see what your actions have caused? Or are you still stuck in the delusion that everything will turn out for the best? Because it's for the greater good, right?" Crowley asked mockingly

"No one screws me over, no one takes what's mine… Not without serious consequences…"

Harry, focusing so intensely on the conversation, didn't notice that one of Crowley's dogs— the largest of the three, had wandered over to him until it started sniffing and bumping his nose against his leg.

Harry swallowed harshly… Oh, he was so screwed… If he didn't think the dog would give him away, he would have thought it was cute— who knew a giant evil-looking dog would be so friendly and want to be pet?

He tried to gently nudge the dog away with his foot, trying not to draw attention to himself. However, that just caused the dog to whine slightly and bump him harder in retaliation. Harry let out a small grunt as he was nudged, almost toppling over as a result.

The dog then sat down in front of him, panting as it looked straight into Harry's eyes… can these dogs see through invisibility cloaks?

The dog barked once, loudly— he supposed to get Harry's attention to play or to pet him, but instead causing Dumbledore and Crowley to look towards the dog in confusion.

"What is it, boy?" Crowley asked the dog while Dumbledore looked at the space around him searchingly, not able to see it. "Find something?"

Crowley's inquiry caused the dog to look towards him, then look back at Harry before he jumped onto his back legs, placing his front paws on Harry's chest. The massive weight of the dog caused Harry to topple over, his cloak half falling off in the process.

Gasps echoed throughout the Hall, and Harry could only lay still— frozen as the dog licked his face happily with his tail vigorously wagging.

Dumbledore's face paled even more as he took in the sight of Harry, while Crowley's face lit up in happiness and excitement.

"OH! Harry! Glad, you showed, love!" he exclaimed enthusiastically as he bounced his way over to the fallen boy. Harry could only watch in shock as Crowley snapped his fingers, causing the dog to sit back on his heels loyally, while he helped Harry off the ground, the cloak pooling around his feet.

Crowley dusted Harry off while he just stared at the man in surprise. The man seemed to of finished a few moments later, taking Harry by the shoulders and holding him at arm's length. For a minute, they both just looked at each other, taking each other in. The moment was broken as Crowley's eyes started to go shiny, suddenly moving, hugging his son, his son— for the first time in years.

They stood that way for a minute, Harry standing there limply as Crowley hugged him tightly. A small time later, Harry suddenly snapped out of his shock, his hand twitching before he lightly grasped the back of the man's suit. No not the man— his father… his father, at that realization Harry tightened his hold on him, his other arm joining the other as he clutched at Crowley desperately.

Harry's body started to shake with suppressed tears, but holding back, knowing this wasn't the time or place to break down. Shortly after, they both collected themselves, Crowley clearing his throat, pulling back and letting go of Harry, looking into his eyes— seeing his heavy grief but also a small bit of hope.

"So, I take it that you heard the whole conversation?" Crowley asked him a bit awkwardly.

"Yeah… I heard…" he said in a lost voice "Is it true?"

"Yes, all of it Harry. For what it's worth... I'm sorry." Crowley said solemnly.

Harry looked into his father's eyes searchingly, seeing the sincerity before he turned to Dumbledore accusingly.

Crowley followed his gaze, both of them now looking at the Headmaster. Crowley looked back to Harry with a regretful look on his face. "I am so— so sorry Harry. You're Headmaster has been manipulating you your whole life… planning everything so it would fit his own needs, he even planned your death." Crowley sighed, seeing the mournful look on his son's face as he stared at the Headmaster.

Crowley placed a hand on Harry's shoulder for a second before letting go, reaching into his pocket for his phone, typing away madly. Harry continued to gaze at the Headmaster who had sunken down to his knees.

"Is— It's true, isn't it?" Harry managed to ask, but the Headmasters pitiful form was answer enough. It was crushing to think that his whole life was a lie, that he was just another pawn to Dumbledore. Dumbledore… his mentor, the person he looked up to— behind it all. He knew Dumbledore had lied before, that he had schemed… but this— this was too much.

"Harry please—" Dumbledore weakly tried to say.

"What did he mean, you were planning my death?" Harry cut him off. Dumbledore froze, jaw snapping shut as his mind whirled frantically.

"Harry, my boy, you must understand, it was all for the greater good…"

Crowley, who was silently watching the proceedings after he finished with his phone, suddenly interrupted. "BULLSHIT!"

"Stop it with this 'greater good' stripe, will you? It's getting tiresome. Harry, he planned your death, or technically he planned for you to kill yourself after you killed Voldemort. But, if you had managed to live through the war, he still would have seen to your death somehow anyway. He promised Lilith your soul after all, remember?"

"Perhaps we should take this conversation to my office..." Dumbledore tried, finally standing up again.

Harry narrowed his eyes in anger as he stared at the headmaster. "No… No I don't think so..." Harry said slowly as he thought.

"No, I think I know enough already… and I'm not even going to listen to any more of your lies. So just answer me this Dumbledore… is it all true? And I think we all know the answer, don't we? I just want to hear it from you. For once in your life, tell the truth." Harry pleaded with the man, hopeful that he had at least some shred of decency left.

Dumbledore looked at Harry in shock as he processed his words. "Harry—" he tried to beg.

But Harry was sick of it, he was so tired of everything "is it true?"

"I— I— I" Dumbledore stuttered, trying to find some way out of the corner he was backed into. He looked around the Hall at the students and Professors, trying to find support, but finding only accusing, horrified, and disgusted gazes instead. His manipulations were out in the open finally, every lie exposed.

He was going to be ruined, and everyone knew it. There was no way he could get out of this, no lies he could spin to cover this up. This was the end.

"Harry you don't understand— this man is a—"

Harry glared hatefully at the old man, not wanting to hear anymore. Dumbledore stumbled back, as if struck. Harry laughed spitefully at his response "Last chance, old man." He said as he gazed at Dumbledore evenly.

Dumbledore looked at Harry with remorse, but his eyes quickly hardened and he stood up straight with steel in his spine, stubbornly locking his mouth shut, his lips pressing in a firm line, saying nothing.

Harry just scoffed before turning to his father, his gaze turning a bit timid "Is— is it true? What you said before? That you want me?"

Crowley's gaze softened as he stared at Harry, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder "Of course I want you, love. You're my son. If you'd like to, we can leave right now."

"Yeah— yeah I think I'd like that." Harry gave a sad, hopeful smile, knowing he might not be able to come back, but also just wanting to get away from all the grief the Wizarding World has brought.

A/N: A bit fluffy and angst-y, wasn't it? I just proofread it and was like 'damn this kinda made me sad...' i guess that's a good thing though, for an author?

Just did some research… if I stick with the timelines from HP and Supernatural that means Harry would only be one year younger than Dean… I'm definitely going to have to tweak some things a bit, right now Harry is 15, making Dean 16 if I want to be accurate (and I do, as much as possible at least) but that doesn't really work. So, I'm going to have to change the timelines that Winchester-Colt wrote, make them wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey or something. Just figured I would keep you updated.

(V●ᴥ●V) *puppy-dog eyes* review? (It worked last time)