AHA! More reviews! Apparently I have to approve guest reviews so there's more than I thought :P Cheers everyone! Thank you so much for the support!
Also, I recently received a review which brings up a good point, and I might not have explained it well enough in the last chapter. Right now, the Winchesters are in there 20's, whatever age they were when Sam killed Lillith, and Harry is 15. However, this doesn't match up with the cannon birthday's when merging both worlds. So, I'm going to find some way to bring Harry up to the Winchester's age because I'm going to have slash later, and Harry being 15 or so when that happens doesn't work…
"Alright, well why don't you go grab your things?" Crowley took out his phone and tapped the screen "I have to make a call anyway."
"Okay, yeah" Harry agreed, grabbing his cloak from where it lay as he made his way back up the stairs.
"Oh! And you should probably change out of your pajamas while you're up there!" Crowley called after him, causing Harry to pause at the top of stairs and look down at his ratty sleep-clothes in embarrassment. "Er, right."
Harry hurried his way back to Gryffindor tower, only realizing on the way that Ron never followed after him.
Coming to the portrait of the Fat Lady, Harry gave the password and entered the common-room once the door swung open. Harry was more surprised than he should have been to see Hermione and Ron arguing.
"I can't believe you Ron! How could you— " Hermione was saying, her hair frizzed in irritation.
"What do you mean how could I?" Ron interrupted "I think we deserve something after what he put us through, that's all—"
"That's all? That's all?! What is wrong with—"
Instead of trying to interrupt, knowing how fruitless it would be, Harry continued past the arguing pair and up to the boys' dormitory, Hermione and Ron too caught up in their fight to notice.
When in the dormitory, he quickly changed into his jeans and one of Dudley's old cast-offs, tucking the way-too-large shirt into his pants.
Once finished, he quickly throws all his belongings haphazardly into his trunk, placing his invisibility cloak neatly on top. Closing his trunk, or attempting to as it was overstuffed and wouldn't fully close. Harry growled at the trunk before sitting on it, causing it to successfully snap shut.
He smirked at bit proudly at his success, before running to grab Hedwig's cage and his broom from the corner of the room, walking back over to his trunk. Placing his broom under his arm and holding Hedwig's cage with one hand, he quickly realized he wouldn't be able to carry everything at once.
Aggravated he would have to interrupt Hermione and Ron after all, Harry sighed and placed the broom to lean against the trunk and Hedwig's cage to sit on top of it. Marching over to the dorm door, he suddenly stopped with his hand on the handle as he just realized there was a much easier way to carry everything.
"Dobby!" he called loudly and with a faint pop, the loyal house elf appeared.
"What can Dobby be doing for you Harry Potter, sir?" Dobby rocked back on his heels eagerly.
"Uh, hi Dobby. Can you bring all of my things to the entrance of the Great Hall? To uh, the guy in a business suit?"
"Dobby can be doing that! Right away, sir." He said enthusiastically, simply snapping his fingers and Harry's things vanished from the room.
"Thanks Dobby." He said, "Uh, I'm… going away for a while, okay?" he paused, taking in the slightly confused expression on his friends' face "So I might not see you for a bit, so— take care Dobby, okay?"
Dobby nodded enthusiastically "Dobby be missing Harry Potter when he's gone. Harry Potter be calling Dobby if he needs anything."
"I will" Harry agreed, kneeling down and hugging the elf "Goodbye, Dobby."
"Goodbye sir."
Harry stood back up, watching as Dobby left, and with one last wistful look at the dorm room, the only home he has ever known, he made his back to the common room.
He sighed when he could still hear Ron and Hermione loudly arguing back and forth, but all noise abruptly stopped once he came to the bottom of the dormitory stairs.
Harry almost laughed at Ron's expression when he saw Harry, his face went red and his mouth opened in shock. However, he quickly sobered once he saw that Hermione's eyes were red, knowing she had been crying.
"Is everything alright guys?" Harry asked tentatively, not wanting to get in the middle of their quarrel.
"Harry—" Hermione was on the verge of tears as she started to answer, but her explanation was cut off loudly by Ron.
"Yeah everything's fine mate!" He exclaimed unconvincingly, "What's going on?"
"Basically, Dumbledore has been lying about everything, and well…uh—" Harry cleared his throat. "My Dad is downstairs, and I'm going to live with him." He tried to explain.
"What? What do you mean? I thought your Dad died the night—" Ron said thoughtlessly
"He did… well one of them did." Harry cringed, he was really bad at explaining this.
"What does that mean?"
"Apparently, I uh— have two dads?
"What? If you had two dads… you were adopted?" Harry shook his head in the negative in reply to Ron's question.
"If not then… Harry that's not possible, you know men can't—" Hermione interjected, pausing awkwardly. She twisted her hands together, hoping she didn't have to explain further.
"No I mean, apparently, it was uh— I think he called it a triad? They took a potion or something…" Harry said uncertainly.
"Oh! Yes! I've read about polyandry and polygamy! In the Wizarding World it really is fascinating—" Hermione cut off her enthusiastic explanation before she could start going on a tangent, refocusing on the more important topic "But wait, Harry you said you were going to live with him? What do you mean?"
Ron starting talking before Harry could answer "What?! No, you can't leave! What— what about classes? And uh— uh— quidditch!"
"Since when do you care about classes?" Harry laughed slightly, incredulous, but he sobered a moment after… it was an important question.
"And well I'm not sure, I'd like to continue learning magic and stuff— " he shrugged, sighing "But mostly I just want— time away from everything, you know?"
"What? Time away… what does that mean? Time away from what?" Ron questioned forcefully, not happy about this at all.
"Just…" Harry rubbed the back of his neck as he thought "Just away, Ron." He said, getting frustrated "Does it really matter why?"
"Well yeah of course it matters mate, you shouldn't just leave for no reason—"
Harry was getting angry at Ron, he wasn't even trying to understand, "It's not for no reason— Merlin… Ron why can't you just leave it alone?" He figured Ron would support him in the end, but now… Harry wasn't too sure.
"Leave it alone?! How can I just leave it alone—" Ron took a sudden deep breath "You know what? You're right. Forget it." He said, surprising Harry and Hermione, but both knowing he didn't actually accept Harry's decision.
"Thanks mate." Harry smiled tiredly, he just wanted to sleep for days.
"Yeah, uh…sure— so what did Dumbledore say about you leaving?" Ron inquired casually.
"He… he said a lot." Harry laughed humorously "But I'm still leaving, Ron. And he can't do anything about it." Harry was pretty proud of that fact, something finally seemed to be going his way… he just hoped it wasn't too good to be true. Just like Sirius was…
"What?! But if you're leaving how can I get my—" Ron's eyes widened in horror, not meaning to say anything. He stared at Harry, hoping he would just drop it.
"What? Get your what?" Harry questioned confusedly, looking towards Hermione for help, but she only pressed her hand over her mouth and shook her head regretfully, her eyes watering.
Harry looked back over to Ron, who sighed annoyedly. "Nothing mate, don't worry about it," he tried to deflect.
"It must be something Ron." Harry continued to press, getting worried and frustrated. After everything he found out today, Harry didn't want to deal with anymore lies or half-truths.
But Ron didn't answer, staying stubbornly silent. So instead Harry turned to Hermione expectantly. "Harry, listen, there's something I—something we have to tell you…" Hermione decided to explain, knowing it wasn't a good idea to hide something this important from her best friend.
"Ron's been—" Hermione started feebly, feeling her eyes water. She took a deep breath and tried again, more confidently this time. "Harry, Ron's been taking money from Dumbledore. Money that came from the Potter vaults… In exchange for leading you into… I think Dumbledore called them 'character building situations…" Hermione searched for Harry's face for an indicator of what was thinking, but cringed as he just stared at her with blank face. "I didn't find out until today, I swear I would have told you sooner if I knew! I am so so sorry Harry." She paused, waiting for Harry to say something.
But the silence stretched on, Ron looking fearfully and guiltily down at the common-room floor, while Hermione continued to gaze worriedly at the blank face of Harry. "Are you okay?"
"Who else?"
"What?" Hermione asked, confused.
"Who else knew… who else was in on this?"
"Harry I'm not sure—" Hermione didn't want to make things even worse than they already were, but continued anyway when Harry gave a sharp "Hermione."
"Ginny…" she took a deep breath, bracing for Harry's reaction "Ginny and... Mrs,Weasley"
When Harry didn't say anything, Hermione continued tentatively "Apparently, they have been getting money too, to 'watch over you' and to make sure that you had the 'correct' views. They had also agreed to an arranged marriage with Ginny, Dumbledore is apparently your magical guardian so he was able to do it without your consent. I don't know if anyone else knew..."
Harry continued to be silent, looking at Hermione who was watching him worriedly, then to Ron who was still staring at the floor. Hermione opened her mouth to speak when Harry moved, but could only watch in sadness and guilt as Harry turned around and walked out the portrait door, Ron flinching and looking up only when it closed shut with a finalizing bang.
This chapter was just wrapping up a lot of Hogwarts stuff… WC didn't really write about Ron and Hermione for some reason, even though in the summary she wrote that Harry lost his friends, so I needed to fill it in.
I hope I didn't write them OOC… or too OOC.
I really have no clue how to write Dobby… I kept thinking he talked like Yoda from Star Wars or Gollum from LOTR lmao… Idk I did my best. Right now, I have Dobby thinking that Harry is either going back to the Dursely's for the summer, or he's going somewhere else but he will still see Harry again— which is why he wasn't really upset.
*5/24/17 Update: To Serena SilverMoon- OMG! Thank you so much! I really appreciate it, in my actual paper in Word I have it written in, when copying to FF something must have gone wrong idk, thank you for bringing it to my attention.
I updated this chapter and fixed it, hopefully 3rd times the charm... Wow apparently 4th time's the charm, and FF did not allow me to write Mrs with a period, so as much as it pains me, for now i'm leaving it with a comma :(
To all of my other reviewers, favorite, and follows: Thank you guys so much for the support, it means a lot to me. The next chapter should be up soon :)