"Harry, are you sure about this?" Hermione questioned, plans already spinning around in her mind. "Godric's Hollow probably will be infested with Death Eaters."

"We've spent a month here already. We gotta plan something. It's just a hunch," Harry said, shrugging and looking down at the map at the table then to the girl who sat opposite them.

Trinity was sitting across from them, looking through her school books, writing lines and drawing on them. She glanced up at them, her gaze flicking between Hermione and Harry in curiosity for a moment before focusing back on her work. The ringing of the door bell made them both look up momentarily, seeing the store front of Ashby's Supply store across from them. The customer who had just come was a guy, a white man in a hoodie, who looked a little… out of sorts. The man wasn't a wizard or a Snatcher but there was something off about him.

Hermione followed Harry's look, tilting her head at the way he was looking at the guy. "Harry, what is it?"

"There's something off," Harry murmured, closing his eyes briefly before swallowing. "Going to Godric's Hollow would also be… I'd be able to see where my parents lived."

Hermione sucked in a sharp breath and looked down at the map again, drawing her fingers over the marker on it. "We'd have to plan. The club know you're thinking about leaving?"

"McGee won't care. I'm not a Son. They were going on a run today, picking up guns for the IRA," Harry remarked, lowering his voice even more to avoid Trinity hearing him. "O'Neill also said something about a rival gang coming to town. Said we should be-"

The sharp ring of gunshots echoed in the air and shot through glass. Trinity shouted in surprise, her eyes widening, even as Hermione grabbed her shoulder and pushed her down, underneath the table. Harry hummed in focus before muttering shielding charms, standing up and racing over to the windows across from them.

The guy who had just come in was two aisles over and pulled a gun, aiming it right at Trinity and Hermione. Harry stiffened for all of two seconds before moving his wand in a quick motion, ropes leaping out of the tip of the holly. The sound of motorcycles roared through the air outside the store but no more bullets came as Hermione rolled right up to the bottom of the window, poking her head up.

Harry took a moment to watch her mutter hexes-magic dancing out into the street at her word- before turning back to the man, the stranger who looked to be in his mid 50's. Ropes coiled around the man's body and wrists, tugging them tightly behind his back. The guy's eyes widened so much that Harry thought they would fall out of his head at the conjured ropes. Harry watched him for a moment before flicking his wand, muttering a quiet charm.

The guy's eyes rolled back into his head and he fell to the floor, dead asleep. Harry ran a hand through his hair, exchanging glances with Hermione, who looked… not stricken, not shaken but steady. Her eyes were dark, her hand tight on her wand.

"Let me call McGee," Harry finally said, glancing down to where Trinity was, backed behind the counter by Hermione. He could just see her feet poking out and he didn't need to ask Hermione whether she was alive or not. They'd gotten pretty good at working as a team, silent and quick. "Or at least someone at the clubhouse."

"I'll get started on planning Godric's Hollow," Hermione offered, lifting a shoulder, her voice quiet.

"You sure you don't want a gun or two?" Keith McGee asked, standing in front of them, his gaze flicking between the two of them.

Harry nodded and saw Hermione nod out of the corner of his eyes. "Yeah. We're sure. We're good."

"These are untraceable," Liam added, showing them two pistols, holding them up in his palm. The sun, weak as it was, glinted off the metal of the weapons and the motorcycles that were lined up in the compound yard behind them. It was the week before Christmas and it was cold in Belfast but not to them. They were the only two who weren't wearing cold weather clothes, instead relying on magic to keep them warm. "No numbers."

Harry wrapped fingers around his holly wand, curling his other hand around the knife at his hip, and shook his head. "No thanks."

Liam shrugged and turned to go back into the compound. "Be seein' you then?"

"Possibly," Harry tried, raising his voice as one of the SAMBEL bikers revved their bike, wheeling around to ride out. He looked at Keith McGee again, cocking his head in thought before sighing. "We aim to finish this war. Can't do that while staying here."

Jax paced about in the dreamscape that he hadn't seen for months, the ghostly version of the house he had bought for himself and Tara surrounding him. He'd gone to sleep at the clubhouse, with a croweater this time, fucking someone else and trying to think of Tara only to have very vivid green eyes flash through his mind.

"Fuck!"

A grunt echoed through the small room, making him spin around on the spot. His kutte had once again come with him in ghostly form, almost transparent, over his flannel shirt and baggy jeans. He turned around to look at the wall behind him and froze at the sight of Harry sitting against the wall, knees drawn up to his chest.

Harry was pale and withdrawn, not like how Jax had last seen him several months ago in December. His dark hair was messy and dirty, his fingers holding a… broken holly wand that seemed to shimmer, fading in and out of view.

"Harry?"

His best friend looked up at Jax's voice and a sound left Harry's throat, raw and vulnerable.

"The fuck happened?" Jax asked, stalking over to sit down in front of him. "I thought you were still in Belfast."

"We had to leave," Harry remarked dryly, shrugging. "Got my holly wand broken in Godric's Hollow back in December but Ron came back. There's that."

"What about the knife? SAMBEL could have kept you safe."

"Jax. Your bikers are all non magical," Harry said, cocking his head to the side warily. "They wouldn't stand a chance against Voldemort or his Inner circle. We've already come across multiple places with groups of dead bodies. Mutilated or worse. They were all muggles."

Harry stared at him, meeting his eyes easily, the bags underneath his eyes stark against pale skin.

"They can take some out. Buy you time," Jax tried, his fingers curling into fists before relaxing. Some of his hair fell into his face and he ignored it, sparing a glance to see how long it had grown since he'd gotten it cut last time. He'd sat down close enough to Harry that their knees touched, the ghostly coolness of the dream radiating from each other.

"Uhuh. And then Death Eaters can take control of them and turn their guns on us. Or on themselves," Harry retorted uneasily, reaching out to brush his hair out of his face. Jax blinked at the motion, tilting his head a little bit. Harry's fingers grazed Jax's forehead and his skin tingled where Harry had touched him, the first bit of heat that he had felt in the dreams ever. Harry just looked at him fondly, looking older and more tired than he had a right to be. "I stole Draco's wand from him at Malfoy Manor. I'm fine for now but…"

"You what."

"We got captured," Harry offered, shrugging it off like it was no big deal and yet his eyes darkened. Jax swallowed at the sight and shivered even though they were both dreaming and there was no wind. He didn't even know if there was air here or if their dreaming selves needed air. "Dobby helped us escape. But I think… Ron destroyed the locket with Gryffindor's sword. We know where the next horcrux is."

"I'm gonna need more information than that," Jax argued, crossing his arms and wishing he was there in person with Harry, wherever he was. "Like where the hell you've been for the past three months? It's the butt end of April."

"Running. Jax, you can't do anything. I'm sorry."

"Sorry? You're sorry?"

Harry's eyes flashed and he reached out to curl his fingers into Jax's left hand. "I had to listen to Hermione getting tortured and damn near raped while Ron and I were in a cellar at Malfoy Manor two weeks ago."

Jax flinched and recoiled at Harry's words and voice, rough and low and desperate. The scar on Harry's forehead was vividly red, almost like it was bleeding, making him want to reach out to… He stretched out his right hand to brush his fingers against Harry's forehead, hearing Harry's breath hitch. He didn't particularly feel anything below his fingertips but that was a dream thing. It felt just like Harry's cast had felt back in second year, when that idiot professor had vanished all the bones in Harry's arm. Light and ghostly and not there. Not for the first time, Jax wondered how Harry would seem in reality, in waking life. He wondered what Hogwarts looked like in real life.

"I killed a Snatcher and Ron disabled another," Harry offered, as Jax withdrew his fingers. "With very firm prejudice. Now Ron hasn't let Hermione leave his sight and they're both circling each other like they want to make a move."

"On the bright side, Tonks gave birth," Harry added, flicking a finger against Jax's knee. "Edward Lupin. Teddy, I think Remus calls him. Though I think Remus and Sirius are… something."

"Something?" Jax echoed, lifting an eyebrow. "Does the werewolf… whatever pass to the child then? Is that something that happens to children?"

"Uh… I don't know," Harry said, running a hand through his hair and then leaning back against the wall. "Remus was worried. I could tell. He made me godfather."

"Congratulations."

Harry's eyes darkened as a corner of his mouth turned up in a half hearted grin. "You want children?"

"Now? Hell no. They're loud and slimy and they poop a lot," Jax retorted, his nose wrinkling at the thought. "I'm only 19, Harry."

Harry huffed out a quiet laugh and then his eyes widened. "I should go. I hear… I think I hear someone calling me."

"Fine. Be safe."

"You got it."

Jax woke up on the morning of April 28th, 1998, glancing over to where Hedwig was perched at the windowsill. The morning sun slowly shone through the windows, lighting up the room around him. His stomach lurched as he remembered the dream and how Harry looked before he sat up, reaching over for his phone. He dialed from memory and waited, scrubbing a hand over his face as he did.

"Jackie boy? What's up?"

"Chibs, I need to get to England. And you can't tell Gemma where I'm going."

"Brother, what the fuck?"

"My friend needs help."

Silence seemed to echo over the phone for a minute, two minutes before Chibs spoke.

"Your friend. Wouldn't happen to be Harry Potter, would it?"

Jax blinked as Hedwig hooted curiously at the window, as the owl turned to start grooming herself. "He might be. What of it?"

Chibs swore violently in Gaelic, fast enough that Jax didn't catch anything of what he said. And he continued to mutter in Gaelic after the fact.

"Chibs! Enough. In English, please!"

"Motherfuckin'- How the fuck did you meet Harry fucking Potter?" Chibs yelled over the line, raising his voice.

"How the fuck do you know him?" Jax questioned, shaking his head as Hedwig turned to look at him, her golden eyes blinking in dismay. She hooted dismissively before starting to groom herself again. She stretched out her left wing and pecked at a feather, the one that had started to irritate her in the last few days. "Hedwig, get over here. Let me do it, girl."

"Oh fuckin' shite! You're taking care of his bird and… how the hell… did I not see this before?"

Jax snorted, amusement rippling through him even as Hedwig hooted irritably and flew over, landing on his bed. She stretched out the expectant wing and let Jax run his fingers through it. Hedwig hooted quietly underneath his fingers, shaking a little bit as Jax's fingers hit a snag in one of her feathers.

He ran his fingertips over the soft feather and finally… "Hah. It's a thorn. There you go."

He plucked it out, taking care to keep his hands gentle, not treating her like a gun, and threw away the offending twig. Hedwig crooned softly and arched into his fingers afterward, turning around to meet his eyes. Warmth coiled beneath his ribs at the way Hedwig trusted him and his lips turned up into a small grin.

"I don't know him. Only of him and he's bad news, brother. He's-"

"I've known him since I was ten, Chibs," Jax interrupted firmly. "Whatever you think of the wizarding world, I know him. I'm going to England and then to Scotland. Now do you have any contacts… any cargo planes and pilots that are friends of the club?"

Chibs swore again in Gaelic and then muttered quietly in English, sighing very loudly in defeat. "Aye. I do. I'll make a few calls. You taking Hedwig with you?"

"Yeah. I don't know where Harry is. She can lead me there," Jax replied, standing up off the bed and getting dressed, throwing on jeans and a shirt, pulling on a SAMCRO hoodie. He threw on his shoulder holster and tucked one of his guns into it. "I need to leave within the next day or so, Chibs."

"What about the club?"

"I'll call Clay while I'm on the way to the airport."

"I'll call you back in an hour."

Jax nodded and hung up. Hedwig looked up at him and stretched out her wings, newly groomed, and hooted loudly, an eagerness in her eyes that hadn't been there a minute ago.

"You want to go home, girl?"

Hedwig chirped and flew up, off the bed and took off out of the bedroom, hooting occasionally.

Within three hours, Jax drove his bike right up and onto the ramp of a cargo plane, Hedwig flying right above him. The Stockton airport around them was busy but Jax had skipped the airport terminals and had gone straight to the waiting plane. His hastily packed duffle was strapped down to the back of his bike, holding an extra set of clothes, Hedwig's now miniaturized things, and an extra gun and clip.

The owl landed gently on top of the duffle as the door of the plane closed behind them. Lights flickered on around them, highlighting the various boxes and cargo that the plane was carrying. Things that Jax did not give a single shit about but he was grateful for. Chibs had managed to find a pilot and a plane that was willing to take him to London and then a connecting flight that would take him to Glasgow in Scotland.

Something lurched in his stomach at the thought of seeing Harry for the first time while awake. Jitters rippled through his body and his heart skipped several beats.

Clay had not been happy about Jax's sudden trip, swearing viciously over the phone. They'd just have to deal with it back in Charming. He was meeting his best friend in Scotland and watching his back.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Harry fell to the wet ground and darkness overtook him.

The road ahead of Jax seemed to twitch and darken, Hedwig flying in front of him to lead the way towards Harry. Grey spots flashed in front of his vision and his heart stopped, as bright heat sped through him, his nerves lighting up before everything stopped.

The last thing he heard before darkness flooded him was Hedwig's frantic screeching.

Harry watched as Dumbledore walked off, his ghostly form disappearing after a minute, and then turned around. Stared at the train that hovered at the tracks. The whimper of Voldemort's soul drew his attention back to the seats and he momentarily froze again.

A man had appeared in time that Dumbledore had vanished and his back was turned. A man who looked… strangely familiar. Short dark hair, a goatee, dark eyes, jut of his chin and a kutte over his shoulders and shirt. The ghostly patch on his kutte said President and Harry met the man's eyes slowly, his own widening.

"John Teller?"

The man blinked and then nodded, standing up to walk over to Harry. John Teller stood in front of him, tall and quiet, a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

"Who are you?"

"I'm… Harry Potter. Why… How is this possible?" Harry asked, tilting his head in confusion.

John looked at him, his eyes widening as he surveyed the train station before stopping back at him. "Where am I?"

"You're… Jax's father, aren't you?"

"Jax… Yes, I'm Jackson's father. What the fuck is going on?" John questioned, giving him a slow once over.

Harry blinked again, feeling his heart do double time in his chest. "I've always wondered why we share dreams. Did you…"

"Share dreams? How… how do you know my son?" John looked at him, looked at his scar, his eyes darkening in thought. "I'm dead."

"Yeah. Pretty sure you are. I saw your gravestone," Harry replied, lifting his shoulders at the memory of Jax dreaming of that time. "I've shared dreams with Jax ever since I was eight and he was ten. We talk."

John's eyes narrowed and then he let out a shuddering breath. He gestured over to one of the seats and Harry nodded slowly, following Jax's father… or at least the ghost of Jax's father over to a bench.

"He looks after me and I try to look after him," Harry added after a moment of silence. The train was still there, its doors open as if by invitation. "I don't know how much I've helped him though."

"You share dreams."

"I'm a wizard," Harry explained wearily.

The man was dead. He wouldn't be able to tell anyone but still… "A wizard? Magic… is real?"

"Yup."

John's mouth turned up at the corner though the expression didn't make it to his eyes. "You look after him then?"

"I try. Sometimes he makes it hard."

John nodded sadly and he turned to give Harry a more thorough look. "That knife at your hip. Are you a Son?"

"No. I don't plan on becoming one either."

John turned away and looked over at the train, laying his arms on his lap. "I went to Belfast while Thomas was ill. Did he tell you about…"

"Yeah. He did. He misses his brother and misses you," Harry offered quietly.

"He was angry," John remarked, keeping his voice low despite them being the only two people there. His voice was rough with emotion even now and… "I went to Belfast. I ran and I… found a circle in Ireland. It was… It seemed magical, something ancient and eerie. I was desperate so I…"

Harry twitched in place on the bench, something prickling at the back of his neck. The hairs on his arm stood up at John's words. "You prayed?"

"For Thomas' health and for someone to protect Jax. It seems like I was only half successful. At least for Jax."

Harry swallowed, suddenly feeling dizzy at the prospect of finally getting answers to questions he'd had… they'd had ever since they had started dreaming together. "But if you… Then why was I involved? I can protect Jax but I don't know… Why me? There are hundreds of wizards around. Why me?"

John huffed out a breath, half cynical sounding and half exhausted. "I don't know. Are you and my son friends?"

"He's my best friend even though we've never met in person." Harry wasn't sure if John would take it well- "I love him."

"Good. He's going to need a friend like you," John muttered, shaking his head and dropping his head into his hands. "The Sons are heading down a dark road."

"What's that got to do with Jax?" Worry coiled in the pit of his stomach and that dark feeling he had gotten at seeing Jax in McGee's seat months back in their dream came back.

"You know they run guns, right?"

Harry nodded slowly, unsure if he really wanted to know why John was worried. Even ghost John. But… "Jax told me Charming PD said you killed yourself."

John ran a hand through his hair and turned to look at him finally, his eyes going to the still whimpering piece of Voldemort's soul underneath the bench next to them. "My bike was sabotaged but… I didn't… I tried to get the Sons out of guns but I didn't… I didn't want to split the club and my family apart."

Harry reeled back from that information, his stomach lurching at the thought. Silence filled the ghostly train station and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, were still standing up. He felt the crackle and pull of his magic stirring inside him.

John stood up and took a few steps away, before pausing.

"When you were in Belfast, did you have an affair with Maureen Ashby?" Harry called out, seeing John start to fade in and out like Dumbledore had.

"Yes, I did. Is her daughter alright?"

Harry narrowed his eyes at John's worried expression. "You mean your daughter."

"Yes, I mean my daughter too."

"I knew something was familiar about Trinity. She's Jax's half sister." Harry shook his head at all the connections that had spun out with that information. "She's as stubborn as Jax."

John Teller had knowingly gotten himself killed. His bike had been sabotaged. By someone that was presumably in the club and someone who knew John. Someone who hadn't wanted the club to get out of gun running.

"I didn't want Jax to follow in my footsteps," John offered quietly. "The violence spins out so fast and festers."

"I'll… Well…" Harry paused and looked around in the moment before John vanished and he opened his eyes to the clearing in the Forbidden Forest.