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Ron's reaction here could be considered as bashing, even if, in my (totally unbiased!) opinion, this is a possible reaction. And we have the first appearance of a Supernatiral character!

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One month, a lot of paperwork and the reading of more books later, Harry landed at the Minneapolis' Portkey's Station, the closest one from Sioux Falls, South Dakota.

At first, when she finishes the books, she wanted to find Lisa Breaden to reach Dean—her father. But he was with her eight years ago, and she didn't know if he was still with her. And frankly, she wouldn't risk showing up at the door of her father's ex-girlfriend. So, she decided to find the sole person who was a constant in the Winchester's life: Bobby Singer.

Once out of the building, after a (too) long moment with the US Magical Customs, she put out her motorbike from her bag. She really loved the Triumph Bonneville 650 T120 she inherited from Sirius and had passed her muggle license to be able to ride it freely.

With a wave of her wand, the bike regained its size. She grabbed her phone and taped the address of 'Singer Auto Salvage' in the GPS. When she was sure to have the good place, she hooked her phone at the place she had added for it at the beginning of the summer, got on the bike and hit the road.

She saw the sign of the place after almost four hours of constant driving, bare one stop to fill up the gas, and she needed five more minute before she got to see the house.

However, she was welcomed by a view she hadn't expected. After turning off the motor, she slowly removed her helmet, gasping at the house.

It was destroyed. By what looked like an explosion, in Harry opinion. When she walked through what should have been the first floor, she noted that what hadn't been destroyed had been emptied. By Bobby himself, her father or some looter, she didn't know, but one thing was sure, Bobby Singer no longer live here.

Deception flew through her; Bobby was the only person in that books who address wasn't a freakin' moving car. And she had already tried to contact the writer, but he had mysteriously disappeared after the release of the last book.

Heading downstairs to see Bobby's panic room, she thought about her options. She couldn't just return to England and stop looking for her father. The iron's room was apparently closed when the house exploded, because the inside was untouched. Here too, the desk and shelf were empty.

She sat on the chair against the desk, remembering the talk that she had with her friends the week prior.

The week prior, The Burrow.

Even if Harry hadn't been at the Burrow for months, the Weasley were all happy to see her when she knocked on the door that Sunday. She knew that they will likely all be there for the lunch and didn't want to have to make her announcement more than once.

She takes the opportunity to catch up with her friends, Hermione was still in the process to re-gain her parent's trust, Ron was inpatient to start his Auror's program. George was still mourning his brother but re-opened their shop, because that's what Fred would have wanted. And Ginny was ready to regain Hogwarts, along with Hermione, in a few days.

At the end of the meal, when everyone was talking around the table that was placed by Bill and Arthur in the garden, she talked. "I… have something to said to everyone."

She didn't raise her voice but George, who was seated next to her quickly silenced everyone. He was the only one around that table with whom she stayed in touch the last months.

When they were all staring at her, she continued. "I recently found out that I have… living family in America, and after a long reflection, I decided to travel there for looking for them. I don't know how long that will take, but I don't think that I will come back in England anytime soon."

The silence that fell at her statement was awkward, and tense. George grabbed her hand and squeeze it under the table, to show her his support. She told him in her letter days ago about that, and he knew that this family was her father.

Unsurprisingly, Molly was the one who talked first. "What do you mean, dear? And what about the Auror's Program? The formation began in January…"

She frowned, not really seeing Molly's point, "I never meant to enter the Program…"

Molly gaped. "But… But… Ron and you… You can't leave him!"

She narrowed her eyes. "Leave Ron? What…" She turned her head in Hermione direction, "didn't you and him…"

"What are you thinking, Harry!" Almost everyone jumped at Ron's bark. "You can't just leave! You have responsibility here! These American apes are nothing to you! We are your family!"

She breathed to calm herself, "watch your mouth, Ronald. They're blood, and that mean something to me. It's not because I'll search them that I wouldn't still consider you as my family."

He stood; his face reddened by his anger. "That's not the feeling you give now! After all we did, all I did for you… You are just going to ruin everything you had here for people you don't even know?!"

Slowly, she stood to be at his eyes level. "I don't want to ruin anything, Ronald. You are doing a fuss about that. Last time I checked; this is my life. If I want to go in America to found ones of my last living family, I can do it. I can do whatever the fuck I want because it's my fucking life."

He punched the table, causing his half-full cup of butterbeer to fell on the grass. "I'm not going to stand quiet, letting you mess up your life. You're needed here Harry, we've got projects! You can't just throw everything away."

Her voice was shaking with anger, "you're not letting me do anything Ronald. It's my life, my projects, and I don't give a damn fuck at what you want. I'm going in America; you want it or not. Period."

He pointed a finger at her, "I warn you Harry, if you go, don't dare show your face here again!"

Shocked, she takes a step back, hitting her chair. He smirked victoriously, thinking that he had won that round. She looked at Arthur, who looked as shocked as she was at his son, and Molly who looked at her expectantly. She straightened her back and looked Ronald in the eyes. "Watch me."

The dumbfounded expression on Ronald's face was the last thing she saw before appariting in Andy's kitchen and running in Andy's arms, who was surprise to see her.

Back now, Bobby's panic room.

After that, and before her departure, she received letters from almost every Weasley (bare Ronald and Molly) and Hermione, who apologized for Ronald's comportment, and telling her that she will always be welcome in theirs houses. That they were happy that she found some living family and hoped for her that everything went well for her in America.

She began pacing in the round room, thinking about her options, and all the information she had. She needed to do something, anything. She could go to Lawrence, in Kansas, but she doubted she will find anything there that will lead her to the brothers.

She froze as a though popped in her head. That was a long shot, a very long shot, but worth a try. She was at Sioux Falls, and she knew one more person from Sioux Falls who have meet the brothers: The Sheriff Jody Mills.

Of course, that was during the Apocalypse, when the dead raised, but maybe, maybe, she would have a way to contact them. And, honestly, she was already at Sioux Falls, and didn't have better idea or leads, so…

Twenty-five minutes later, she parked beside the Sheriff's station.

When she asked to talk to the Sheriff, the deputy at the reception desk glanced at her curiously, probably because of her accent. "She's not here, she has finished her day."

She closed her eyes, why nothing goes as planned? "Did you know where I can find here, or how I can join her? I have to talk to her about a personal matter…"

"Well, you understand that I'm not going to hand her personal address or number…" He seemed to see her disappointment, because he added. "But I can call her and tell her that you want to see her…"

Her eyes brightened, "you will? That will be awesome!"

He smiled before grabbing the phone, "what's your name?"

"Harriet Black," she knows that she can't just present herself as Harry Potter, most muggle didn't believe her. "But she didn't know me."

He nodded and put the phone at his ear. After a few seconds, she seemed to answer. "Hi, Sheriff. No, everything is ok. I have someone at the station who says she wants to talk to you about personal stuffs. Says her name's Harriet Black."

He tapped his fingers against the desk for some silent second, humming at what the Sheriff told him. "Yeah, I give her the phone." He passes her the phone, before leaving in the other room to give her some privacy.

"Hello?"

"Hi, I'm the Sheriff Mills. I'm sorry but your name doesn't ring a bell."

"Um yeah. You don't know me…" Oh, Merlin, she was Harry freaking Potter! Why did she's so intimidated by that phone call?! "I'm searching for someone and I thought that maybe… I mean, it's a long shot but… I thought that you would know how to contact him. I'm so sorry for bothering you, you probably can't help me… I mean, I supposed, and that was worth a shot but…"

"Kid!" She stopped abruptly her ramblings; nervousness doesn't suit her. "Breath kid, why don't you begin with the name of whom you're looking for, before assuming that I can't help you?"

She breathed, "Dean Winchester."

She heard breaking glasses at the other end of the line, and the silence grow longer, before Jody Mills finally talked again. "Why are you looking for him?"

There was a coldness in her tone that wasn't her before, making Harry thought that the Sheriff stayed in contact with her father. "I…" She saw the deputy who was heading back in her direction. "I really think that we should talk, you know, face to face, somewhere. A public place if you want."

She heard nothing as the deputy seated back in his chair. "I'll be at Marlene's in fifteen minutes. My girls will know about that and the station had cameras."

She sighed, relived. "Yeah, okay. I'll see you there, thank you Sheriff."

Another second passed before she heard her hang up. She handed back the phone to the deputy, "thank you, Deputy."

He smiled at her, and she said goodbye and headed back to her bike.

She was at Marlene's exactly seven minutes after the end of their call. She settled herself at an angle table, where she could give her back at the wall and see all the doors and windows.

When a waitress come to take her order, she restrained herself from ordering anything alcoholic, and said that she was waiting for someone. The woman just smiled and said that she'll come back later.

Harry was fidgeting, nervous, and thought at what she would tell the Sheriff when she will be here. The woman's reaction, back there, said a lot about her relationship with the Winchester brothers. She knew that she will need to really convince her for the woman to tell her how to contact her father.

There again, she didn't have any proof of what she claimed, besides the old journal of her mother. And that didn't prove much.

When a dark-haired woman entered the restaurant three minutes before the time, Harry somehow knew that she was the Sheriff.

She looked around before her eyes stop at Harry. She walked to her and seated without saying anything.

A minute later, the waitress come back. "Hi, Sheriff! What can I serve you today?"

The Sheriff smiled to the blonde woman. "Hi Laura, just a coffee will be good, black, please."

Then Laura looked to Harry. "And you, sweetheart?"

"Uhh... A hot chocolate, please."

They didn't talk until Laura came back with their drink and leaves them alone, Jody using that time to study the younger girl.

She seemed to be younger than Claire or Alex but, on the other hand, she had the eyes of someone twice her age. Hell, she had the same look in her eyes that Jody had seen countless times in Bobby's.

The Sheriff also noted how her seat was strategically placed and wondered if that was a random placement. Given the way her shoulders were tense, and her eyes keep glancing around, she doubted it.

When they were alone, Jody spoke again. "Why are you searching for Dean Winchester here? The road from England wasn't short, was it?"

"I, uhh…" She put out a tablet from her bag and putted it on the table between them. "I originally come to town to try to convince Bobby Singer to help me, but… I saw the house…"

Harry had her eyes fixed on the tablet, playing with her fingers nervously, so she didn't notice the change in Jody's expression.

How did that girl know about her connection with the boys, but didn't know about Bobby's death? She decided that her only way to find out was to ask. "Bobby's dead… It happened six years ago. How did you know about me, and not about Bobby?"

Harry's eyes widened, and she looked up at Jody. "I'm sorry for your loss." Something in her voice made Jody think that the girl knew what it was like to lose someone. She unlocked her tablet, worked on it a few seconds and turned it for Jody to see. The cover of ones of the Supernatural books welcomed her as she looked down.

She couldn't stop herself from smiling at the memory of the boys' exasperation when they talked to her about that books. "Damn… I didn't know I was in those books. The boys were pretty upset to have a book write about them…"

"Tell me about it." She mumbled, more for herself than for Jody to hear, but that made the Sheriff curious about what she meant.

"And what? You're a psychotic fan who want to drug Dean to marry him?" A shocked expression, surprisingly mixed with a little disgust, crossed the British features.

"Okay, I sense the story here, and really, I'm dying to hear it, but no, I'm not. Not at all. I was searching for him before I found the books, they just helped me to… sort of gather informations."

Jody looked at her cautiously. "And why did you were looking for him? And why in hell did you thought that the books' info was real?"

Harry winced, "well, you could say that I have history with fictional books being real. And I'm looking for him because… I'm… It's kinda personal…"

Jody sipped in her mug of coffee, before putting it away and crossing her arms on the table and bend toward her. "Listen sweetheart. I want to help you, I really do, but last time British Hunters came that far to talk to the boys, that didn't end well. Mostly for the Brits. So, I will need more than just 'kinda personal' to think about calling them over, understood?"

Harry looked surprise and intrigued, making Jody think that she didn't know for the British Men of Letters. After a short silence, she opened her mouth again.

"You asked me why I thought the books were real. Because I did too." Jody arched an eyebrow at the sudden change in topic. "Having a book write about me I mean."

Jody blinked, taken aback by the revelation, while the redhead was digging in her bag. "I don't really know if you will believe me, or even if I had the right to tell you, but hey! You're aware of the Hunters so it's like, not totally a secret for you…" She finally gets out a colorful book that she put besides Jody.

She looked down, and her breath in her throat. "You're to be kidding me…" She looked up but Harry didn't seem to be kidding at all. "But… It's a boy…" She didn't know why that was the first thing she thought about but her question made the girl sigh with a smile.

"I know, I asked Rowling about that. Of course, she didn't know I'm real, she thinks I'm a dream, but she says that her publisher thought that it would be more successful if the hero was a boy. Thought about people and their problem with powerful women, ugh."

"Yeah, that sort of… made sense?" She didn't know if she believed her, that story was kind of crazy. "Let's say I believe you… That doesn't explain why Harry Potter, 'the savior of the wizarding world' is searching for Dean Winchester. You know that he kind of hunt witches, uh?"

Even if Jody doubted that he will kill Harry Potter.

"Uhh, you had read the last one…" Jody suddenly realized that if that story was true, and the war really ended in May, that wouldn't be more than six months ago…

"Yeah, my girls wouldn't let me not. That pretty much one of the few things they agreed on…"

Jody contained back a smile when she remembered Claire comment about how, as a girl, Harry would have been much more of a badass.

"Well, after the war, I dug in my parents' stuff. To know them a little more, sort of." She putted the Harry Potter back in her bag and gets a leather journal. She turned the page and finally stopped, staring a little at the page before giving it to Jody. "That's my Mum's journal."

22 Janvier '99

Take me little time to settle things. Oh Merlin. Positive. I'll be a mother. I'm so happy, my heart can't stop beating too hard.

The fact that I didn't have a way to reach Dean is the only downside. And with Voldemort out there, I…

I talked with James and Alice; they both think that we should tell people this is James' baby. That hurt me so much, saying that the beautiful little human who's growing inside me is from another man than him but… I know it's necessary until the end of the war.

Jody slowly looked up at Harry, she wasn't sure she had understood right, but the look in the girl's eyes made her think that she has. The redhead turned some pages, before taping the book with her finger, asking her to read.

1 August '99

She's born. She's beautiful. I can already say that I love her more than everything else, even her father. She's everything to me, and I will protect her with everything I got.

Harriet Mary Potter-Winchester is born the Saturday 31 July 1999.

"Fuck." That was honestly the only thing that Jody could say. Her mind was blank at the implication of what the girl was saying.

"I know, right?" She smirked. And suddenly, Jody could see them, the similarities. Her mouth, the smile that she was wearing, the shapes of her eyes, the color! And abruptly, that wasn't as hard as she thought it will be, to believe her.