"It all begins November 2nd 1983 in a little family home in Lawrence, Kansas. Six-month-old Sam Winchester had just been put down in his nursery…"

Anna talked through the rest of the night, her three listeners enraptured by the details she gave as she spoke about how the mother had died that very night, burnt on the ceiling with her stomach slit open. How the father had plotted revenge on the thing that had killed his love, had vowed to teach the brothers how to shoot guns, break into houses and other things, all the while learning at school, or schools, and travelling in their father's 1967 Chevrolet Impala, lovingly known as 'Baby'. It all seemed to end when Sam had had an argument with his father about the way they were being raised before leaving and going on to Stanford University to learn pre-law there, had met a beautiful young woman named Jessica Moore when he had been 23. It seemed like it was all to be a happy ending for the boy who's lost his mother all those years ago.

"Alas, it wasn't meant to be…" Anna told them, surprised that she'd even known that much. She'd been human when this had happened. Maybe regaining her divinity had been good for something, angels could learn pretty much everything about everyone they met and had stayed with them long enough. Hermione was trying not to ask too many questions about what had happened to the two brothers as Ron and Harry sat there looking curious but also horrified at the way they'd been basically raised as soldiers.

"What happened?"

"Hmm?" Anna looked at Ron who'd asked the question. His eyes were watery as if he were trying not to cry. Looking at the other two, she saw that they too were trying to hold back tears amidst their current expressions.

"What happened to Sam and Jessica?" Ron reiterated, wanting to know as he knew the others did. Anna grew saddened then and seemed to take a minute before answering.

"Dean." She told them, "Dean came back into Sam's life on Halloween, after the couple had been to a party. Their father hadn't been in contact with the eldest brother for a few days. That was worrying for him as he drove all the way to LA to pick up his brother before they went to the last place he'd been, effectively throwing Sam back into that life again. A few days later, they would have separated for good again, if it hadn't been for Jessica dying."

Anna seemed to stop there and look at the time, before sucking in her breath slightly and stood before telling the trio, "It's very late, guys. I think it'd best to get some sleep while we can and I'll call Dean later when I've got some service. Plus you guys need to rest before you tell me just why you wanted the sword of Godric Gryffindor."

Judging by the confused look on his face, this seemed to go over Ron's head but Harry and Hermione looked at each other surprised as the eldest of them all went to the entrance and sat down, as if she were going to be keeping an eye on things. With a heavy mind, still reeling from the story they'd just been told, Harry, Ron and Hermione each got into their bunks and settled down to sleep. Harry's eyes seemed to grow heavy as he focused on the still figure in the entrance as the lights dimmed again, leaving only the bluebell flames lighting up the place they'd sat and beyond to the beds…

The person was skeletal as he squeezed through the bar window and landed almost soundlessly in the bare room. Crashing waves echoed, even at this height as he laid eyes on the still figure on the barely furnished bed. Sunken eyes stared back before a toothless grin cracked the otherwise emotionless face.

"You're too late. It has long since been out of my possession." Came the croak. The figure moved then as Harry growled low and spoke in a smooth voice. Too smooth that it hid his growing anger, as did his face.

"Who possesses it?"

"Don't you know the rumours by now? Don't you know why I am in Nurmengard?" Came the answer, an answer that had Harry clenching his wand hand and raising it before the great Grindelwald began laughing maniacally before a great green flash of light ended the horrible sound and Harry began pacing, pondering the last words of the corpse who lay on the bed, his last laugh etched into his face before a hand stopped him in his tracks. The darkened atmosphere made it hard for him to make out the identity but he could tell that the person was a woman. Moonlit hair blazed around her hidden features before she was laying a hand on his forehead while her eyes lit up…

Harry woke with a gasp, banged his head on the bunk above as he sat and began to look around. Anna, Hermione and Ron were around him, Anna being the closest as she whipped her hand away and looked like she'd been caught doing something she shouldn't have been. All three of them were looking concerned as he tried to calm his breathing and looked at his oldest friends.

"Nurmengard."

"Pardon?" Ron answered, looking at the two women; Anna shook her head and shrugged slightly, conveying her confusion.

"He's at Nurmengard." Harry replied, "He was in a cell… asking about something. Something he wants."

"What?" Hermione asked, sitting on the bed. Harry shook his head.

"I don't know, Hermione. But he's desperate. Desperate enough that he'd go to Gellert Grindelwald."

Stunned silence came from the three before Harry was looking at Ron and Hermione and saying, "I want to visit Xenophilius Lovegood. He's part of the Order and he might be able to help us figure out what it is that You-Know-who's wanting."

"Whatever it is, I have a feeling it might be to do with that weird symbol he was wearing at the wedding. It was also in Dumbledore's book and the book of tales he gave to me." Hermione answered, agreeing with her friend and looking to Ron as he also nodded. Anna was looking distant as if she wasn't there before she blinked and Harry asked, "You want to come, Anna? I know you've only just been thrust into this world but it might give you an idea of what's going on."

"I still want answers, Harry. What is going on in England and what was a necklace doing holding a fragment of soul?" Anna told him, looking between the three wizards, "So, yes, I'm coming with you."

"How did…?"

"How did I know the necklace held a soul?" Anna finished the question for Harry as he nodded. A slight quirking of her lips had them looking wary before she answered, "I'm sensitive to that kind of thing. It's part of who I am."

Harry scrunched his eyes up, confused but nodded before he was sitting up fully, avoiding banging his head again and began telling Anna about their quest and all that had happened before then. He told her everything he knew about the necklaces previous nature, how they'd acquired, wincing as he mentioned the creatures known as Dementors, noticing the deep scowl on Anna's face when he said they sucked out a person's soul, and how he'd had to cast a powerful spell in order to repel them as they escaped.

"We've been on the run ever since, looking for these horcruxes." Harry finished, looking tired again as Anna frowned slightly. Now he'd told her, he didn't know what the American woman would think of them. He was expecting her to get up, grab her bag and go as he looked down into his lap and scratched his scar.

She did get up and grab her bag, but she didn't go to the entrance, instead she returned to the entrance of the tent and sat down in it as she opened the bag before she looked at him while she rooted around in it.

"And these dreams? They're what this… person is seeing and doing at the time you're asleep?" Anna asked as she pulled something out of her bag and zipped it back up and he nodded. This caused her to frown as she gained a thoughtful look and stood before going over to him and gently putting a hand to his head.

"Don't be afraid, Harry. Just relax." Anna told him, pushing him back into the pillows and brushing the shaggy fringe out of the way of his scar. Her eyes glowed a bright blue again before he found himself relaxing and felt a cold finger on his scar before he felt his eyes growing heavy again and he felt a dreamless sleep beckoning him…

I did have more planned but it didn't seem to work out.

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