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Harry didn't really know what he expected after he wrote to his… father. In some ways, Harry expected a reply to arrive during the next morning's post, that's when the letters of parents, magical, and muggle, arrived at the school. It was a foolish thought, but being a wizard in training, Harry had seen and heard of weirder things.

On the other hand, Harry knew that it was highly improbable that his muggle father would be able to respond that quickly as Professor McGonagall had admitted that she hadn't told his father about them and had only gone to see them, in order to figure out who they were. She had said that Harry could tell them at a later time if he wanted- after he had gotten to know them, and adjusted with the idea of having a biological family. She hadn't exactly said what had prevented her from telling them about magic, and Harry wondered if it was because they were all the way in the States. Hermione had told him that there were all sorts of international laws that would have potentially prevented their professor from telling his father and elder brothers that sort of thing.

What Harry really wanted to know was how Professor McGonagall had managed to get into contact, much less visit the Winchesters so soon after the truth of his parentage had been revealed, but the aging witch just smiled a secretive smile. Harry might not know all the ends and outs of the wizarding world yet, but he did know that it was impossible to disapparate or apparate in the castle or on the grounds. He had also learned that there were only a certain amount of distances one could safely travel by using such means. And he hadn't heard about many other methods of travel that could make traveling half a world away within hours much less minutes.

When Harry had asked Hermione what she thought, the young witch looked down thinking hard for a minute and said that the most obvious way to travel across vast distances was through an International Portkey, but those could be difficult to come by as you always had to go through the Ministry of Magic to get one, and there was no chance that a professor would get one on the premise of meeting the surviving muggle parent of the Boy-Who-Lived on a minute's notice. To travel half the world in the probable span of an hour or so seemed incomprehensible, even by magical transport.

Based on her answer, Harry knew that, when it boiled down to it, the smartest witch in his year didn't have an answer, and that just made him feel more in awe of his aging professor. Guess he knew where Hermione was going to be spending all her free time from now until she found the answer.

Harry had to admit that he was curious about it too. Just what kind of magic was out there that he had yet to learn about and master?

All throughout his morning classes, he thought about the Winchesters. Worried about their responses and hoping that they would like him, or at the very least, the idea of him. He wasn't looking for another family to spend summers with if all they were going to do was treat him like the Dursleys did.

Over the following days' Harry tried to keep a positive attitude but with each passing morning, without hearing from the Winchester's, Harry found himself becoming more and more worried and anxious.

What if they weren't interested in talking to him? As surely finding out about another child would disrupt their lives, and maybe they didn't want that. What if they weren't interested in knowing about him? It wouldn't be the first time. What if...

Did they even know about him? Harry would assume that Mr. Winchester would at least, but Harry didn't know anything surrounding his birth or how he had ended up with his mum and dad.

Finally, after over a week's worth of no reply, and of anxious waiting, Harry received one owl that seemed to be ladened by an overstuffed envelope.

Giving the Great Horned owl a bit of his breakfast as payment, Harry removed the envelope with shaking hands and looked at the address written on the front of the letter.

It wasn't very neat, more of a scribble than actual print, but Harry could just make out the return address. The name Bobby Singer and a Kansas address were printed on the front corner. In larger print was Harry's name although it was his birth name rather than the one he assumed the his parents had given him.

Harry didn't know of a Bobby Singer, as his born last name was Winchester, not Singer but he supposed there was a lot he didn't know about the muggles who called themselves his family.

Harry ignored the curious and slightly anxious looks that Ron and Hermione were shooting at him as he scrambled up from the table and rushed out of the Great Hall.

If Hermione or Ron followed him, he didn't know. Only knowing how thankful he was that it was a Saturday which allowed him the whole day to read, reread, and possibly respond to the letter. At the very least it gave him one if not two full days to contemplate and overthink the contents of the letter.

Harry quickly made his way back to the Gryffindor common area, threw himself in the nearest and most convenient chair, and ripped open the very muggle-looking envelope.

Harry hungrily read their letters, they each elicited different reactions. Harry laughed a bit at Dean's. While he suspected Dean was a rather sarcastic person, based on his writing style, the older boy (man) had given him some things to contemplate. Like how was he going to iron out a story that was both plausible and authentic enough to pass by them without raising any eyebrows.

He couldn't very well respond with the truth that:

Yes, unicorns were real, but he hadn't been taught, nor did he think it was in Hogwarts' curriculum to teach students how to ride one. That yes he slept in a tower, but no, he was not taught to speak "Middle English," but instead was taught Latin incantations, but somehow, telling them that bit of information sounded weirder than just going on with the ruse that he was learning an older form of English. He was confused about the question about kilts, but Hermione could help him with that one. And while Hogwarts did not "teach them how to let down their hair" they had learned how to brew a hair lengthening potion and that was basically the same thing, right?

Also, the series of questions about sports that Dean proposed would have to be answered with painstaking care as to not let him, or any of them, talk about being a wizard. Who knew writing to family could be so hard?

Reading Sam's (not Sammy) letter was most definitely studious, maybe as much as Hermione. It was clear in his letter that he valued school, and like Dean, had called him out on it.

Hello, Harry (Henry)

I am Sam, NOT Sammy as I am sure Dean introduced me as. My full name is Samuel, but I don't like that much either. I am nineteen. I must admit that when I first was told about you by your teacher, McGonagall(?) was that right? I was a bit doubtful. NOT that I don't want you as my younger brother! I think it would be amazing to have a younger sibling and all, but you were so young when you were taken from us. Do you even know what happened? I am sure dad will fill you in on that in his letter.

How do you like school? I hope you don't mind but I Googled your school. I didn't find much about it online other than it is located in a castle and apparently pretty selective on who it accepts. When were you going to tell us you went to school in a castle? I think that's neat, by the way. None of the schools over here in the U.S. are located in a castle and if they are then it was built to replicate a castle. Given how young our country is though, I doubt there are many castles like the ones you are used to existing over here, even the replicas.

What is your favorite subject? Mine is History, I was studying for a Pre-law degree at Stanford but decided to take some time off from schooling, I hope to go back and finish the degree and get into law school one day. What is the application process for your school? There was no information about the requirements necessary to even apply at such a prestigious school, but your Professor mentioned something about your adoptive parents going there and the internet said that the school catered to certain families more so than other families. Were your adoptive parent's big donors to the school or something?

You mentioned playing sports as an extracurricular, are you a part of any other clubs? I never was in school but I think it's nice that schools offer such things.

I am glad to hear you have some good friends at your school, growing up it was basically just Dean and myself. I think it is nice that Hermione helps you and Ron with your homework, kind of like a personal tutor, which must be very handy when exams roll around.

Who are your favorite teachers, you call them Professors over there, right? What about their classes do you like? What are your classes like and do your teachers require you to write notes and such in pen and parchment? Why does your school require you to write in such an archaic method? It doesn't really matter though, we could be long distant pen pals of sorts. Of course, you are writing to three of us, rather than just one, but just so you know, I always found the idea of having a pen pal interesting. It would be a way to open up a world completely different than your own while staying comfortably in yours.

Not that there's anything wrong with writing in quill and on parchment, it is just odd that they would be teaching a bunch of twelve-year-olds how to write with them.

Well, I suppose I could question you for days, but there is plenty of time for all that in later letters and when we finally get to meet in person over the summer.

P.S. I hope this finds you well, your professor said you had gotten sick shortly after finding out about us.

Your brother, Sam

It was probably a good thing he had Hermione, who was a muggle-born and would be able to help him create a "backstory" that did not sound too crazy. He might be muggle-raised, but he wasn't a muggle-born, and since his muggle experience was only that of the Dursleys, he did not have all the muggle knowledge to fall back on.

He knew that meant that he was going to have share the letters' contents with them, and while he found that he did not mind sharing with his friends, the same could not be said about his family. He did not want them to know about the world in which his school existed. He hadn't realized it at the first reading, but the exhale he gave when rereading Sam's portion about not finding much of anything about Hogwarts online was a huge relief. He couldn't chance them not liking him for something he had no control over like the Dursleys did.

It was John's letter that caused him the most turmoil though. While Dean and Sam's letters had their fair share of questions, he was sure that between Ron, Hermione, and himself, with the help of Professor McGonagall, they could come up with answers that would satisfy his brothers' curiosity but with John's, it would be more difficult.

Hen- Harry,

Hello son, I am John Winchester, your father. I don't know how much of this you've been told by the people who raised you but you were born July 31st, 1990. Barely two months later, on November 2, a house fire broke out that killed your mother, Mary Winchester. You went missing at the same time.

After the death of your mother and you went missing, I picked up your brothers and moved around the United States. We are currently staying at your Uncle Bobby's house who has agreed to let you use his address when addressing future letters- he will make sure we get them.

I am sure your brothers will introduce themselves in their own letters to you, but you have two older brothers, Dean, who is 24, and Sam who is 19.

I appreciate the letter you sent introducing you. Sam did some research concerning that school you attend, and it sounds as if you are receiving a good education. I am glad you have friends who help you with your coursework and you enjoy the activities your school has to offer. The article on your school mentioned something about a scholarship. Can you tell me more about that? The requirements of the scholarship were not mentioned, although the article did mention that the school does cater to more well-to-do families who have attended the school for generations. I assume that the Potter's and your Aunt and Uncle fall into this category? How do your relatives feel about you being so far away from them during the school year?

While speaking of them, I would like to know more about the people raising you. You barely mentioned them in your letter, while you wrote about the people who adopted you more. So, the man who adopted you was a police officer and your professors expect you to follow in his footsteps? Do they also expect your friend to follow suit? What do you want? Your professor said that she had once taught them and that they went to the same school as you currently attend but they passed away in a home invasion when you were young. I am sorry to hear of your loss, I am sure they were very good people.

Your professor did say something about trying to find a better-suited place for you to spend your summers. Do you not like it at your Aunt and Uncle?

If you don't then I am sure something can be arranged when the time comes. I am sure your brothers will want to meet you.

Maybe Harry was being insecure, but he noticed that John had not included himself in wanting to meet him, leading him to think that his presence was disturbing his life.

What about the sport you play? You did mention a bit about playing the sport. Why were you allowed to play in your first year, when others aren't? I hope that all these early morning practices are not affecting your grades. What are your grades? It is nice that you and your friends have taken it upon yourselves to form a study group.

I am sure your brothers have their own questions that they have included in their letters so I will stop here to give you a chance to answer them all.

Hope to hear from you soon, John Winchester

Harry found that he was a bit upset that his Professor had mentioned his strained relationship with his relatives. What did she know about the Dursleys that she had not told him?

He also was more than a bit worried about divulging too much information about Hogwarts to them, but they all sounded so curious about his school. Harry wondered what website they had found that had mentioned his school, perhaps he could convince Hermione to do some research over Christmas break. She was sure to jump at any opportunity to do research, even if it was from a muggle side of things.

Yes, it was good that today was Saturday because it was unlikely that he would even be anywhere close to being ready to send a response back before the weekend was up. At least in between bouts of studying he could think of answers to their specific questions and begin drafting a response. He wondered briefly if he ought to address them individually, or just write one letter addressed to them all. He would have to ask Hermione her thoughts.