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With the piece of parchment held as far from him as possible, it told him the impossible.

It told him the improbable.

It did not tell him that his mother was Lily Lavender Potter or his father was James Hamish Potter. The two names on the paper were two different names entirely.

On the parchment, James' name had been replaced with John and Lily with Mary. The last name was also different. The last name was Winchester, not Potter.

But what did this mean? It couldn't be his. But it was as James and Lily's name were right underneath their names. Whoever they were. The Winchesters.

Sure he'd consumed a small bit of the potion but that didn't mean anything, right? It was faulty, Hermione must've told Neville an incorrect step or something. This couldn't be his. It just couldn't be, in spite of the evidence proving that it was.

With desperate eyes, Harry looking pleadingly at Snape hoping he could provide the answers that he couldn't comprehend. To tell him anything. Sneer in his face, even, and call him a foolish boy for being so gullible as to believe, even for a second, that Lily and James weren't his parents.

He hoped that Snape would pull the proverbial carpet from under him and tell him that it was all a joke.

Snape did none of that though. Instead, Severus almost came to a grinding halt at the look of distress in Potter's eyes, almost. It was Potter's offspring after all and he wasn't going to fall for the doe-eyed look.

Ripping the parchment from the quivering boy's hand, Snape read the contents to see if he could find the source of the boy's distress.

Henry Winchester

Parents:

John Winchester (father)

Mary Winchester (mother) deceased

Blood Adopted Parents:

James Potter (father) deceased

Lily Potter (mother) deceased

Snape stared intently at the results breathing deeply trying to anchor himself before he did something he would come to regret. The boy was still trembling like a leaf.

"Well. This is unexpected, to say the least. Mr. Malfoy, escort Mr. Potter to the Hospital Wing and explain the situation to Madam Pomfrey. The rest of you had better get back to brewing. Now."

Pocketing the slip of parchment the same time as Draco came sauntering along with a smirk on his face as he took in the shell-shocked Gryffindor, Snape muttered a warning, knowing that his arch nemesis' son was too out of it to fully comprehend what he was saying.
"I want you to take him to the Hospital Wing, do you understand Draco?" Waiting for a nod, Snape continued. "I want you to tell her that Potter is in need of a calming draught. Then I want you to come directly back here. I do not want you staying in the Hospital Wing and bothering the Matron." Again he paused to make sure his godson understood what he was asking. When he was satisfied that the boy understood, Snape concluded. "I do not want to hear you causing any problems on the way there either. This is to remain between Mr. Potter and myself for now. You will do well to remember that and if I catch you pestering Mr. Potter you will lose more than just points for your house."
And Draco could tell his godfather was serious. Now Draco was really confused. What had happened that had caused his own Godfather, the man who despised all Gryffindors and most of all Potter, to suddenly request that Draco leave him alone? It didn't make sense, but Draco knew not to argue with Severus at this time.

Grabbing Potter's things, with half the mind of shoving it at the other boy for him to carry, Severus seemed to read his mind and gave him a warning look that caused Draco to change his mind.

Slugging Potter's things over his shoulder while wrapping his arm around his enemy, he helped the boy, who seemed to be completely withdrawn into himself, out of the classroom and to the hospital wing.

Half dragging his classmate through the halls and corridors of the castle was no easy task for the slightly older boy. While Harry was easily the shortest in their year, (some first years were taller than him), it still was hard for Draco to support someone only a half a stone or so lighter than himself.

When Draco finally made it up to the Hospital Wing, he felt as if he might need to stay for a bit to regain the breath he had lost. Man, who knew that scrawny Potty weighed so much?

Why couldn't Snape just have levitated him up to the Hospital Wing or conjured a stretcher? It would have been much easier.

Telling the Matron everything he knew, about Neville's cauldron, exploding and Harry going into his stupor Draco let the woman bustle around getting the potions he needed.

Harry was too absorbed in his thoughts to fight the calming draught that was coaxed down his throat followed quickly by a sleeping potion.

So many thoughts were going through Harry's head right now. Who was Henry Winchester? That couldn't be him, right? I mean his name was Harry, not Henry. And who was this John and Mary Winchester? What happened to them if they were his actual parents? Why had he been placed with the Dursley's and why had mum and dad, er, the Potter's adopted him?

Who were they? He had never heard of the name Winchester at Hogwarts or in The Prophet.

Were they muggles? Who were the Winchesters? Did Dumbledore know? Probably, Dumbledore knew everything. But why hadn't he told Harry?

And on and on the thoughts came. Each one left Harry feeling more and more confused until his confused mind finally succumbed to the potions that he'd been force fed.

After Pomfrey was sure Harry was settled in for the time being, she turned to Draco.

"If I cannot help you with anything Mr. Malfoy then I suggest you get back to class. Mr. Potter will be all right after a kip, no doubt."

With no other choice, Draco left the Hospital Wing with no more answers than he had when he arrived and slowly made his way back down to his Godfather's classroom.

He had been hoping that Madam Pomfrey would say something that would at least give away a hint as to why his nemesis was in such a dazed state, not that he cared about Potter's wellbeing in any way, but you had to admit that it was a bit unsettling to see the once irritating Gryffindor staring almost unseeingly back at you.

After the rest of the potions had finished simmering and had been bottled and labeled and Snape finally released class, Snape rushed out of the dungeon passing some of the straggling students on his way, sneering an insult or two at the Gryffindors and ignoring the Slytherin students.

Making his way to Dumbledore's office with Potter's results from the potion safely tucked away to show Dumbledore, he wasn't surprised to find the Headmaster already waiting for him.

"Severus, I wondered when you would come. Do you care for a Lemon Drop?"

"Not today," Snape said dryly. "I am here to inform you of what happened in today's class concerning a certain boy."

"Ah, yes I heard that Harry was taken to the Hospital Wing during your class today. How is he?"
"The boy was simply in need of a calming draught. Longbottom's cauldron exploded and Potter ingested a bit of the potion that was shockingly correct no doubt Ms. Granger's doing."
"Now, I am sure Mr. Longbottom is capable of brewing a potion correctly, my boy, given enough time and guidance. I feel that he might simply be a late bloomer."
Severus couldn't help but snort. Longbottom correctly brewing a potion without the aid of the resident know-it-all was the day he awarded points to Gryffindor. In other terms, it was highly improbable.

"I wanted to show you the results of Mr. Potter's paternity test," Snape said refusing to comment on Albus' previous muse.

Taking the parchment from his inner robe, he handed it off to the headmaster who peered at it intently.

Dumbledore was silent for several minutes, causing Severus to get a bit...antsy, so to speak. If Severus Snape ever got antsy, that was. He wasn't a spy for nothing.

"It would seem," a long pause, followed, "that we were all misled about Mr. Potter's, or should I say Mr. Winchester's origins. This sadly doesn't change anything. He is still the one the Prophecy was about." Dumbledore said with a shake of his head with a heavy sigh.

"Are you planning and informing the boy's...father?"

"I believe we have no choice in the matter, my boy. Harry is the son of Mary and John Winchester."

"I have never heard of a purebred family by the surname of Winchester," Snape said cooly, not liking this a bit.

"Neither have I, but it does not matter. They are the closest family Harry has and so we will attempt to contact Mr. Winchester and if necessary, persuade him to take Harry. I wonder how this will impact the wards..." Dumbledore mused.

"Why can't the boy stay where he's at if you are so concerned with the wards? He is protected because of Lily's love, isn't he? Then he must stay where he's at. And I am sure those relative's of his are pampering him." Snape concluded with a curled lip.
Dumbledore sighed albeit regretfully. "As much as I might like to agree with you on this Severus, I am afraid it is not that simple. Since it has been discovered that Harry was blood adopted there is no guarantee that the wards will be strong enough to keep Voldemort out. We would like to hope it would be, but in times like this, it does not hurt to be extra cautious. That and sometimes we have to do what is right regardless of how we might personally feel."

Dumbledore eyes board directly into Severus'. "You see what you want to see, Severus. But if you looked beyond Harry's physical appearance you will find that he is about as different from his adopted father as one could be. You might also be surprised to find that Harry doesn't live in a lap of luxury either at his relative's home.'

'Yes, I think I shall start with trying to locate these Winchester's and see if they would like to take Harry in."
"Shouldn't you be asking for Potter's input in all of this?" Severus said with an arched brow desperate to change the subject. He didn't really care what happened to Potter, but he had sworn to protect the child.

"I suppose I should, but I believe Poppy still has him up in the Hospital Wing at the moment and I doubt she would appreciate me disturbing one of her patients," Dumbledore said with a particular glint in his eyes.

"I shall keep you informed, of course, of anything I might find." The wizened wizard finally continued. "Take care of yourself, my dear boy, and do stop by for tea sometime when you aren't busy."

Snape knowing a dismissal when he heard one sneered once more before leaving the headmaster's office.

After the house fire that had claimed his wife and infant son, Henry, over ten years ago, John could not bear the thought of setting down roots again and have his remaining sons taken away from him either, so as of that night, he'd loaded the boys in the car, managed to get whatever was salvageable and took off into the night like a bat out of hell.

They had constantly been on the move hoping to track down and kill the demon who'd taken his wife from him and the life of his baby boy before he'd even had a chance to live it.

He'd been so eaten up with rage, grief, and hatred that he'd unintentionally ignored his other two sons. It wasn't intentional, but that was just the way their lives had turned out.

He was sure Dean and Sam had suffered from the death of their mother and the lifestyle they'd adopted after the fire, but at least they had Bobby.

What he would do without his old hunter friend, John honestly had no idea. Bobby had been a friend of his and Mary for as long as he could remember and had offered his place up if any of them needed to crash from time to time.

More times over the years than John could count he'd taken Bobby up on that offer. This was another one of those times.

"Wake Sam up. We will be at Bobby's in a few minutes." John grunted as he steered the Impala down another road that headed towards Bobby's place.

"Hey, Sleeping Beauty, wake up. We're about there." Dean turned around while shaking Sam awake.

"Uh, what?"

"Wake up, Sammy," Dean said again while making sarcastic kisses into the air.

"Cut it out Dean, and Sam I want you awake when we get there and help Dean get the bags."
"Yes, sir," Sam sighed.

When the old Impala finally pulled up to Bobby's two-story home John threw it in park and cut ignition off before opening the car door and walking the short walk to Bobby's house.

From there he disappeared inside the house with Bobby in tow, leaving Dean and Sam to carry in their belongs.