Harry Potter was livid. Not because of Umbitch, the Toad of Hogwarts, or the annoying things said behind his back because no one was stupid enough to dare say them to his face, or the fact that Ron and Hermione had been sneaking around again acting like they haven't finally found their damn hormones.

No, this had everything to do with the fact that Malfoy finally found the worst possible button to smash on his patience.

Which was why said bastard was currently in St. Mungo's while they tried to undo all the spell damage Harry had done to the Malfoy Heir.

The worst part was that even though the confrontation happened in clear view of nearly the entire great hall and five teachers, everyone still believed him to be in the wrong because apparently, he was a liar, an attention seeker, someone who couldn't stand Malfoy's superiority.

But it all boiled down to this.

Hermione on another magic-forsaken rant while McGonagall stood there and let her harass him just because he had had enough and Dumbledore gave him a disappointed look.

Finally Harry stood, cracked his knuckles, and broke Hermione's nose.

Something in his eyes changed, and before the stunned silence could fully fall, something snapped. A wave of something blasted through the great hall, and it took him a few seconds to realize what.

Everyone who was pureblood or believed in their bullshit was turned into a tiny toy soldier. Ron unfortunately was among that number.

Seeing a wand and ring on the ground where Dumbledore had been, he pilfered them and went up to his place in the tower. No one stopped him, and Sir Nicholas seemed a bit sad for him.

The ghosts had been the only real friends who believed him or even understood.

"You'll always be welcome here, Harry," he said sadly.

"Thanks Sir Nicholas. Tell Peeves to make their lives hell for me."

It took Harry all of ten minutes to pack his things, and to leave through the front gates.

He called the Knight Bus and went straight to Diagon Alley.

He had enough of Britain to last a lifetime.

The next morning a letter came through every magical publication in Europe. And the people were angry at what they saw. They had different reasons, but it all boiled down to the rage that had been simmering for years now.

"To Magical Europe

Surprise, surprise, you finally done what many said was impossible and pushed me to the last of my surprisingly long patience. Congratulations Draco Malfoy, you've gotten your wish! I want nothing more to do with you or this magic-forsaken place you call a community.

You and everyone in this damn hellhole have succeeded...in driving your so called Savior out!

When Voldemort finally does show his ugly mug, don't come crying to me. You can all burn in hell for all I care. He can have you fools and I won't lift a finger to save you twice.

You call me a lying, attention-seeking brat who only wants to be noticed? Well guess what, it's you lot who have been piling that crap on me when I would be quite happy to be left in peace without listening to you lot whine about how I'm the bad guy.

You think I care about killing Voldemort?

Not a bit. You think I enjoy having you slander me behind my back because you are all too cowardly to say it to my face?

Go to hell.

For four long years I have put up with your bullshit, your lies, your cowardice. Before that I had to live worse than a house elf, despite all the lies you claim about my life before I was 'found'.

My family hated me for my magic, and they hated you for dumping me on them. I was little more than their slave that they had to feed and allow to go to school, who was forced to share the same HOUSE as them.

So, to be blunt screw you guys, I'm gone and never coming back. And by now all my gold and everything that belonged to the Potters has already been sent somewhere far from Britain. Have fun running around like headless chickens because you were all too damn cowardly to deal with a small terrorist group you idiots outnumber five-to-one.

Harry FUCK YOU! Potter."

He looked up. Years ago he had answered the wish of James Potter to have a child...only he never knew that he had taken James form to give him that. No one knew that their precious Harry Potter was in fact a cambion...his son. It would be more interesting to see how the kid turned out without attempting to corrupt him.

Well, that and from what he heard the kid would take too long to corrupt. Better to do a wait and see approach...and kept the other demons from noticing him.

He chuckled...perhaps he could leave one present to the brat if he turned out to be interesting enough. He heard the kid liked dogs.

Gabriel Black walked into Sioux Falls, South Dakota with a tired grimace.

Ever since that cop found out he was only fifteen, they had been tracking him. He had to change his name every town to avoid truancy laws.

"Kid, you're not old enough to go into a bar," said an older man in a cap gruffly.

Gabriel blinked, not realizing that he was about to enter one.

"Damn...where's the nearest diner?" he asked tiredly.

"You a runaway?"

"If I am? You're not with the cops are you?"

"Not a chance in hell. Where'd you run away from?"

"Britain. No way in hell am I going into the foster system because of some well meaning moron," said Gabriel bluntly.

The older man snorts.

"I'll buy you lunch if you tell me why a fifteen year old ran away from another continent."

"Deal. No cops?"

"Like hell would I trust a cop," said the older man.

Gabriel decides that he likes the old guy. He would hex him if he turned out to be a predator though.

Gabriel ended up settling in Bobby Singer's house, mostly because after Bobby sees his wand he doesn't react aside to ask him some odd questions, namely what he knew about demons.

Finding out there was a separate group of magicals who exclusively made demon deals to get magic had been a shock. Especially when he found out they didn't care for the natural borns like him.

Learning that Bobby has no patience for his 'emo angst' and is actually a very honest person to those in the know, Gabriel didn't mind that the man claimed him as his 'cousin's son' who left home because of an argument with his stepfather.

The Child Protective Agency was quick to leave him alone once it became clear that Gabriel wasn't leaving Bobby's house. And while Bobby wasn't exactly the perfect role model, it was better than wasting their time tracking down a British runaway who had entered the country without applying for a green card.

Though once the American magical government got wind of who he was, they were quick to hand one over. They apparently weren't that impressed with Fudge's handling of the boy-who-lived either.

Gabriel (he refuses to go by his birth name in the event the Ministry had it tagged...which he wouldn't put past them) stays with Bobby for five years, learning about hunting before a house down the road goes up for sale.

He promptly uses his gold for the first time in years to buy it, then the two of them leave so many protections over it and the random devil's traps to catch unwary demons that it's practically a fortress.

At least Bobby had his room back, and Gabriel always visited to cook four times a week instead of being the resident cook of the house. The only time he misses it is when he's on a hunt and he always calls Bobby to let him know.

Then the Winchester family showed up.

John Winchester had a tough choice to make. Either he trusts another hunter he's never met except for a few rare encounters at Bobby's...or he leaves his nine-year-old son Dean to watch his five year old brother Sam.

Seeing the two argue over who got to pick the channel, he decided to try this research monkey first.

Gabriel Black looks at the kids and immediately figures out why they are there.

"Come on in then, it's cold enough that I don't need you heating the outside too!"

John sits down while the boys look around the living room... everything is out of reach of inquisitive fingers and he recognizes anti-demon sigils all over the room. There is also a long line of white around the window protected by a thin layer of what appears to be plastic wrap.

"So, where are you going and how long do you want me to watch them?" asked Gabriel flatly.

"Minnesota and about a month at the longest," said John promptly. He finds that he prefers Gabriel's no nonsense demeanor...it reminds him of a fellow soldier.

"Minnesota... here we go. About the only thing I can find that fits the general territory that would take a month is a vampire coven or a shapeshifter. Carry silver with you in any case, and they'll be fine when you get back."

"Can I call to wish them good night?"

"I'll give you my number. If you need help figuring out what your hunting or need the location of a nearby hunt, go ahead and call me anyway. I'm considered the best source for hunts and advice on how to kill things, despite the fact I rarely hunt myself."

"You look like you could handle yourself in a fight."

Gabriel shook his head.

"I prefer to be the back up and the one to lead others in the right direction. I've had enough adventures for one lifetime," said Gabriel.

"Just take care of them for me," said John.

"I'll make sure they're in bed on time and have their homework done. At the very least they won't be left alone in a house full of hunter knowledge that they shouldnt know about," said Gabriel with a fond smile.

Bobby had mentioned once that Gabriel genuinely liked children, it was adults he couldn't stand.

Watching Gabriel deftly handle a minor fight between the squabbling brothers, John felt a small amount of relief.

He had the feeling his sons were in good hands.

He chuckled. Trust his son to find a way into the Winchester group without setting off alarms. Looking at the slumbering form of the hellhound female, he decided a reward was in order for the brat. If he could convince John to leave the children with him more often, then he would have an in with them later. A demon was nothing if not patient.

Dean and Sam quickly learned the routine of Gabriel's house.

Unlike most adults, he didn't care if they swore or not. Instead he told them that if they were going to do it, then at least be creative. That immediately put him among the list of 'cool adults' in their young minds.

Dean quickly figured out that Gabriel was a hunter, just not a very active one. Gabriel made learning about monsters interesting and did it in a way Sam never realized that the things he was talking about were very real.

"Hey Uncle Gabe, what's with the plastic wrap along the windows?" asked Sam.

"It's to keep the monsters out. If you hear a siren go off and you're near the house, you undo the plastic and it sets a salt line around the window."

"And why do you have that funny accent?"

Gabriel smiled. It was nice that Sam had such an inquisitive mind.

"I'm originally British."

"Where's dad?"

"He's out pretending to be Batman, but instead of catching the bad guys he takes them out," said Gabriel.

"How come we're supposed to stay with you?"

"Because Uncle Bobby was out playing superhero when your dad came around," said Gabriel.

"Uncle Gabe, is Dean allowed to have a gun under his pillow?"

"He has what?" that stumbled Gabriel.

Dean was less than pleased by the fact Sam ratted him out by accident. However he was mollified by the fact Gabriel gave him a knife made specifically to kill demons.

He could put up with a lot of things, but giving a nine-year old boy a gun to put under his pillow was not one of them. He was going to have words with John when he saw him again.

Aside from the minor row he had with Gabriel over giving his son a gun of all things as protection when a knife was more practical (and much easier to explain) John Winchester liked Gabriel. He actually caught Sammy repeating the exorcism for demons under his breath while he was reading, something he hadn't expected.

Mostly because he was doing it perfectly.

Plus Dean had taken the idea Gabriel had to teach Sammy about monsters without ruining his innocence by reading him stories of other hunters as bedtime stories.

So when he had another very long hunt, John didn't hesitate to leave them with Gabriel again.

As far as he was concerned, Gabriel was his new go-to babysitter while he had a long hunt.