When Hadrian reached his office on the left wing of the seventh floor,meh started packing all that he owned. It wasn't all that much, just books on the lore of all sorts of creatures and spirits, his clothes, a picture of Sam, Dean, and himself all smiling happily, his weapons, and all his clothes. Once he had stuffed it all into his dark green duffle bag that had an undetectable expansion charm on it he quickly got changed.

He changed out of his black, acromantuala silk robes into his preferred clothes. A warn pair of blue jeans, a black wife beater that showed off his muscles, and green flannel shirt over it, and a pair of steel toed combat boots.

Once he finished changing he started grabbing his weapons that he had placed all over the room in well concealed places. God he missed the ivory handle and engraved slide of his M1911A1 9mm. He had given it to Dean before he left, but he knew Dean would need it more than he would. Harry slipped his Bretta model 92 9mm into the waist line of his pants and hid the slight bulge with his well worn, dark brown leather jacket. In his pockets Harry placed a silver pocket knife and put a silver Bowie with a brown handle in his boots.

Around his neck, Hadrian placed a small crucifix on a soft leather cord,that his mother had given him just days before her death. He placed a black leather cuff with silver designs on his right wrist to hide the anti-possession tattoo he had that had previously been covered with a glamour. Once he was done packing Harry gave his multiple room apartment a once over to make sure he didn't forget anything. He grabbed his duffle and slung it over his shoulder.

Hadrian had almost made it out of Hogwarts without being caught when he heard a small cough from behind him. He froze in his tracks hoping it wasn't who he thought it was when an old voice with barely concealed steal said, "Mr. Potter, where may I ask are you going?"

Harry turned around and saw the long grey beard tucked into a magenta and orange robe before he saw the twinkling blue eyes that held nothing but suspicion and hate. There standing in all his wrinkled glory was Albus Wolfric Brian Percival Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, the jack-ass galore.

"I'm leaving old man" this was starting to sound scarily familiar to what happened five years ago.

"Why?" Came the steely, forceful demand.

"Nothing that is of your concern"

"You are my employee under my pay, it is of my concern"

"Than I suggest that you check you desk headmaster, you should be able to find my resignation. If you're not to old of course"

"I won't accept it"

"You don't have to. The Hogwarts board of Governors can override any and all of your orders and I have Lord Malfoy's permission to leave my post"

By then Dumbledore had started pulling out his wand from his robe but Hadrian had seen and before he could do anything to him, Hadrian had his 9mm trained on Dumbledore's head. Students had started coming down from their dorms for breakfast and were avidly watching the confrontation with wide eyes. The muggleborns or first gens. as Harry liked to call them all gasped and quickly explained what a gun was and what it did to the purebloods when they saw the gun.

"I'm sorry, m'boy-" Albus had started saying before Hadrian had cut him off by saying,

"I'm not your boy, I am a Winchester for heavens sake. Lily and James told you years ago, but still. Winchesters don't get bossed around by wrinkled old men"

"What do you mean Winchester?" Albus asked, "I was under the impression that you were Lily and james Potter's child."

"I'm adopted as their son, you Bastard!" Harry growled, "I've told you this before, I'm not some compliant little puppet! Hell I refuse to be the savior you label me as!"

His last statements caused gasps from all the students while many thoughts ran through their minds. 'The Professor isn't a Potter?', 'He's not a savior?', and for one or two students, 'I wonder if he's related to the hunters over in America'

Harry had dropped his British accent somewhere in the middle of his rant and adopted his American with a slight southern tang to it , in which he said, "I'm going back to America, where I actually have a family and people who care about and miss me! I left my son's with their abusive father so I could teach at this school but now I'm ashamed to say I've even set foot in this hell hole! Look at the bullying and the bigotry! This has to stop!"

After Harry finished his rant, Dumbledore was red in the facet the insult that his school was terrible.

"Stupi-"

BANG!

"Arghhh!"

Harry lowered his smoking gun and watched dispassionately as Dumbledore fell to the ground in agony as the bullet ripped through his leg. Harry turned around and stalked to the Entrance Hall Great doors and walked out to the sight of Dumbledore on the floor in a puddle of his own blood. Hadrian casually walked to the front gates and when he reached outside of the wards he apperated to Heathrow Airport.

Harry bypassed the security by flashing one of his fake badges, Scotland Yard, to the security personnel. He had pre-bought his airplane ticket for his flight home so he found his gate and sat in a corner where he could see everyone and everything so no one could sneak up on him.

"Flight 22876B to Dulles international is now boarding first class passengers ah this time"

Hadrian stood up with his bag and strode over to the stewardess who was taking tickets. As he passed her his ticket he noticed all the females within five meters from him were drooling.

"There you go sir," the blonde stewardess said handing him his ticket back, "have a nice flight"

"Thank you-" Harry slightly leaned over to see her name tag, "Mariá" he replied with a wink. Mariá blushed and directed him to the plane entrance.

Quickly finding his seat, 3A, Harry loaded his bag in the overhead compartment and sat down. He popped his earbuds in and stared out the window. Just as he was slipping into sleep Hadrian heard the pilot say something about enjoying his flight and fell asleep to the Animal's 'House of the rising Sun'

His last thought was, 'I'm coming home Dean, Sam'

And Chapter 2 Silvs out