Hey, long time no see. Sorry for the wait, real life got in the way, plus writer's block.. I wanted to wait until I had the next chapter written because of the end of this one, but I can't write it to save my life... Honnestly, i really don't know when i will uptdate next, but I hope to do it soon.. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter!

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Harry knew that it will be hard for Jody to believe her, even more with the 'Harry Potter' thing. Knowing that she has to prove at least half of her story be true, she put her finger on the now-cold coffee neglected by Jody and, with a wandless spell, warmed it. Jody's widened when she saw the sudden steam appearing from her coffee.

"I know it's a lot to take, and I didn't have much to prove my words. Hell, I don't even know if Dean Winchester is my father. I mean, I believe it, but I don't know. I really want to meet him, but if you think that I should wait to have more proofs I can… I don't know, give hair or blood or something. I just… need to tell him." She stopped, almost breathless, and took a deep breath. "I don't ask you to call him or…"

"I already did." Jody cut her, with a little smile, shocking her.

"… What?"

"What did you expect? Somebody, a stranger, walk into my town, and ask about Dean Winchester, calling the boys was my first move after the end of our conversation. They will be in town in a few hours and asked me to keep an eye on you until then."

"Oh." She blinked. "Good… I guess." But then, what Jody said made its way in her brain. "What if he doesn't believe me! Or he didn't want anything to do with me because…" She lowered her voice, "because of my magic?"

"I don't know if he will remember your mom, but I'm pretty sure that he will want to verify your word, even if he doesn't. And for the…" She looked around and leaned forward. "Magic part, I know for sure that he will not reject you because of that. The boys already worked with born witches and wizards, if your power isn't demonic, they are okay with it."

She nodded, not sure but decided to not worry about it, not until she has to. Jody finished her coffee and stood. "Come on, I'll take you at my home, I'm not sure about letting Claire or Alex near the kitchen."

She shoved her tablet in her bag and stood to follow her. "I can cook! I mean, to thank you for helping me. I know how, you know, with the Dursley…" When she saw hesitation in her eyes, she added. "And I could really use the distraction!"

Jody finally nodded with a little smile, and they left the restaurant. "You need a ride?" Jody pointed at the Sheriff's truck, curious eyes at Harry.

"No, thank you. I will follow you on that little baby." She pointed her head in her bike's direction.

The Sheriff nodded and entered her car while Harry put her helmet on, smiling at the similitude she already sees between the kid and Dean.

When they get in the house, they were welcomed by the view of a blonde teenager whose was slouching on the couch, eyes fixed on the TV and hand in a chips bag.

"Hey Jody, Alex is at the hospital. Said her shift end at 8pm." She turned her head and saw Harry. "Oh. Hi. Who're you?"

She straightened her position, turned off the TV and throw away her bag of snack.

Harry simply smiled, ready to tell her the muggle-safe name, but Jody talked before she could. "Well, Claire, turn out you were right. Harry Potter is a girl."

"What?" Both girls talked at the same time, they shared a look, surprised.

"You thought I was a girl?" That sounded weird, and she wasn't even sure she made sense.

Claire arched an eyebrow. "I said that the Harry Potter books would have been much better if Harry had been a girl." And then she understood what Jody was talking about. "Wait, you want to make believe that Harry Potter is real? That she is Harry Potter?!"

Harry smiled sheepishly at Claire and, with a wrist movement, she took out her wand and removed the glamour on her scar.

Like every wizard who meet her for the first time, their eyes went to her forehead and widened.

"Yeah… Okay… Let's… Yeah, okay, Let's say you're Harry Potter. Name's Harry, uh?" She nodded and Claire shook her head. "So… Why, in Hell and Heaven, Harry Potter would be here, at Sioux Falls?!" She then turned her head at Jody and added, like a second thought, "no offense."

Jody waved her hand, "none taken."

She looked at Jody, hoping that she would explain for her, not sure what she could tell Claire, but the older women smirked at her, clearly letting her alone in that. "I'm… looking for someone."

The blonde only arched her eyebrow again (and, wow, how did she manage to take it that high?). "And who are you searching for? Wait… It's you," she seemed to remember something and looked at Jody, "she's the one looking for Dean?" Her eyes stared in Harry's suspiciously, not waiting for Jody's answer. "Why are you looking for Dean?"

"Oh, uh, yeah… I'm the one looking for Dean…" She danced a little on her feet, still standing in the entryway. "I just… need to talk to him?" Why did she make it sound like a question?

Jody cut Claire before she could add something. "Enough Claire, I talked to her, it's okay. You know that I wouldn't have bring her here if she hadn't convinced me."

"Yeah… You wouldn't mind if I run some test, would you?" Claire was still suspicious.

"You mean, silver, holy water and all that? No, of course, go ahead." She extended her left hand, the one who didn't have her wand. Claire grabbed it and take out a knife from her boot.

It took a few minutes to pass all the test, but when she did, and Claire's glare was less suspicious, Harry felt a little proud, even if she didn't do anything. "Well, if you didn't need me anymore, I could begin the diner?"

"The kitchen is just here." The Sheriff pointed the room but didn't seem to follow her. Understanding that she wanted to talk to Claire alone, Harry made her way to the other room.

As soon as the redhead disappeared in the kitchen, Claire looked at Jody. "What that mean? You really think that she is Harry Potter? It's a book!"

"Yeah, Supernatural too…"

"What? What is Supernatural?" What was Jody talking about?

Jody remembered that the boys never talked about that with Claire. "Never mind, you could ask the boys about that when they show up." She gets around Claire and seated on the couch, suddenly exhausted. "Look, I don't know if I believe her yet, even with the scar and the wand, hell she is talking about Harry Potter. You remember what happen in the last one, didn't you?"

Claire looked at the kitchen for a second, of course she remembered. She sighed and sat in the armchair. "Okay, let's put that aside, did you know why she is looking for Dean?"

She let her head back on the couch, her eyes close, before she answers the question. "Because she thinks that Dean is probably her father."

Claire gasped. "She… What?!" She blinked; not sure she had understood Jody's sentence. "But James Potter…"

Jody sighs, "look, I don't care about that, that's her mom's business. What matter here, its if she said the truth, she is Dean daughter. And you know how much family matter for Dean… If he had read the books… Hell, I know that Sam had read them… What that girl went through…"

Claire stayed silent for a minute, thinking about Dean reaction. "He's going to feel guilty."

"And pissed. Really pissed. And with what is happening with their Mom…"

"So… Harry Potter is cooking in our kitchen…" Claire said, casually, wanting to soften the atmosphere.

Jody laughed, and stood. "Indeed, and I should go help her."

It took a lot of self-control from Harry to not eavesdrop the two women, but she set her bag on the floor by the door and focused on searching in the closets what she could cook, letting them their privacy. She finally chooses to keep it simple, and make spaghetti and meatballs and, remembering her lecture, a pie.

Casting some culinary spell Andy taught her to make the pie crust and the pasta dough, she avoided the flying flour to get the needed ingredient for the tomato sauce.

That's how Jody and Claire found her, ten minutes later, when they entered the kitchen. She was at the stove, the dishes in the sink cleaning itself, the pasta dough flying and cutting itself and the pie crust putting itself in its mold.

She turned around with the pie filling and stopped when she saw their astonished expression. "Hey. You alright?" she looked down at her caramelized apple and smiled. "I made a pie." Her eyes suddenly widened. "Oh, Merlin. You think he loves caramelized apple? I didn't think about that! What if he didn't? Some people don't love caramel! I should make another one. Yeah, one without caramel… Just to be sure."

She waved her wand and Jody's reassuring words died on her lips when she saw the flour and sugar fly through her kitchen to make a pie crust and apples peeling and cutting themselves.

"Awesome." Claire whispered, amazed by what she was seeing. She was begging to believe her with her Harry Potter story.

When Harry had her pie filled, she let the crust bread itself on the top of it and walked to the stove look at her tomato sauce. "How long until they are here? Should I put the food under a spell? To keep it warm."

"Uhm… They should be here in an hour or two so…"

"Yes, I will cast the spell." She putted away the sauce and the meatballs, casting the warming spell, and looked at the water for the pasta. She was satisfied because she waved her wand and the pasta flied in the pot.

"You… need help?" Jody asked, suspecting the answer.

"With the cooking? No, thank you." She seemed thoughtful for a second, "but we should put the table, no?"

Jody looked at Claire, who was looking at the second pie with amazed eyes, before nodding. "Yeah, of course. Claire help me put the table… Alex said if she will eat her or with her coworkers?"

"Uhm? Oh, no she didn't talk about coworkers, I think she will come home." Claire said as she grabbed the plates.

Two hours and seventeen minutes later, Harry was nervously checking the table, Jody helping her half-amused half-worried, when the door was unlocked from outside.

Alex stepped inside, "Hey Jody, look who I found in the driveway!"

Harry looked at Jody with worried eyes, not sure if she was ready to face them. But it was too late, and the three newcomers get in the living room.

"Hey, Jody." Greeted the brothers before their eyes landed on Harry.

They stared at each other in a tensed silence for a few seconds before Jody cut it. "Hi, boys, Alex, meet Harriet, she is a nice girl and was checked by Claire, Harry, meet Alex, Sam and Dean."

"Uhh... Hi?" She waved maladroitly, thankful to Jody for her introduction. Not knowing what she could add, she spoke the first words in her mind. "You hungry? We have pies."

The Winchester stared at her for a second before looking at each other, sharing a look and seeming to argue silently, Sam finally smirked victoriously.

"I don't think..." Sam started to talk when Dean's stomach growled, he rolled his eyes and glared at his brother. "I guess that if Jody cleared you, we could talk after diner."

"Awesome." Dean —her father!— muttered before seating at the table after a quick hug at Jody.

Sam rolled, again, his eyes, and Harry had the feeling that he does that often, before hugging Jody too and set down beside his brother.

"Nice to meet you Harry," Alex smiles to the redhead girl. "I'm going to put my stuff in my room and call Claire for diner."

Jody thanked her with a nod before sitting at the end of the table, Harry followed in the spot beside her, in front of Dean. "Cas and Jack didn't come with you?" Jody asked.

"No, Cas wanted them to go on a…" Sam paused, his eyes flickering at Harry, not sure if she knew about their lifestyle. "Job. Jack needed some time after the last one."

Jody nodded, and they stayed silent after that. Soon enough, the sound of someone running in the stairs was heard and Claire barged into the room and sat beside Harry. "Finally, guys! I was starving!"

"Yeah, hello Claire, it's nice to see you again too." Dean's word wasn't really convincing since his eyes didn't move from the meatballs' pot. "What's taking Alex so long?"

"I'm here, I'm here…" She said and take the final spot, in front of Jody.

They all filled their plates, and for five minutes the room was filled with the sound of cutlery and meaningless talk such as "Can you give me the noodle?" "Sam, don't keep the meatballs, we all want some sauce."

Harry was pretty sure she wouldn't be able to eat; her stomach was so tangled she didn't even know how she hadn't already fainted.

That morning (and was it only that morning?!) when she exited the Portkey's Station, she was ready to have to convince Bobby Singer to help her, she knew that it would take her some time. She told herself that she will have a few days before meeting her family. And now, less than twelve hours later, she was dining with her father and uncle.

She wasn't quite ready to talk with them. Hell, she didn't even know how to start. Did she tell them that she was Harry Potter before or after telling them that she was more than probably Dean's daughter?

"So, guys," Claire began, cutting the silence. "Have you read the last Harry Potter?" Claire hits her foot under the table, like to comfort her, and she was grateful to the other girl to make it seem like a banal conversation.

"Yeah, I just finished it." Sam answered while Dean muttered something that sounded like "I'm waiting for the movie."

To what his brother throws him a bitch face that could compete with Hermione's better ones. "Don't think I didn't see you read it when you were supposed to do research."

"Okay! Maybe I did! But that's like, the only books we have at home who aren't job-related, I need breaks too!" He ended his sentence with his fork in the face of his brother.

Sam putted it away, "yeah, if you say so."

At Home? Did they settle somewhere after the apocalypse or was it their way to talk about the Impala?

"So…" Claire spoke again. "I was wondering, if that kind of wizards were real, did you'll hunt them?"

The room was silent, Jody wondering where her almost-daughter's subtlety was, staring at here with big eyes. Sam and Dean paused a second, looked at the lack of surprise or incomprehension in Harry's face, and understood that she was, indeed, aware of their job.

"Well…" Sam didn't really understand why she will ask that, but she looked at them intensely, seeing that Claire was waiting an answer. So did Jody and Harry. "That depend, I guess. I mean, I will definitively hunt Deatheaters. But Harry Potter… Obviously not."

"Yep. What's he said." Added Dean, helpfully.

Jody suddenly stand, "Claire, why didn't you come help me with the pies?"

Dean's interest was picked while Sam keep looking at Claire's empty chair. Why did she ask that weird question?

That took an abnormally long time for the girls to come back with the pies, Jody carrying two pies while Claire followed with small plates and a knife. "Harry didn't know if you liked caramel, so she did one with and one without."

"Awesome." Dean looked at the redhead with his brightest smile.

Jody served them all, and Dean finished his first slice before she even seated to eat hers. When he finished his second slice, Harry slid here plates to him. He looked at her with big eyes, surprised. "Sure?" She just nodded, not trusting her voice to talk.

Unbeknownst to all, Sam thought were wandering, his eyes fixed at Harry. Honestly, he wouldn't have thought of that without Claire's question, but… She first presented herself at the station as Harriet Black, Jody called her Harry, her eyes were green, and she was British. Of course, she was a redhead but… So was Harry's mother. The only thing that would have put his theory away was the fact that she was a girl.

But again, writers could change the facts, like did Dorothy's father about the dangerousness of Oz…

But for her to be Harry Potter? "No way…" He realized that he talked aloud when everyone looked at him, curious. He fixed Harry in the eyes. "You're…" His eyes flickered at Claire and Harry's eyes widened and Jody sighed.

"I knew it!" She mumbled, and Sam understood what took them so long in the kitchen.

"Uhm… Yeah…" she looked down and played with her spoon, her voice not much more than a whisper. "I was trying to find a way to tell you…"

Sam was cut by his brother before he could add anything. "Mind to share with the class? Who is she? You know her?"

"She is…" His eyes looked at Claire and Jody, who looked like they knew, at Alex, who was as curious as Dean, and at Harry, whose eyes didn't move from her spoon, like she was afraid of the reactions of Dean and him. He was afraid too, to said aloud what he was thinking, because that was ridiculous. That couldn't be true, right?

"Sam?" He could say that his brother was getting inpatient, but he was still processing the thought himself. Dean was going to think him crazy. If such wizards existed, surly they would have known before… Someone, a Hunter, would have meet at least one before. A little voice, who sounded awfully like Bobby's, told him that it was exactly what Dean's said about Angels.

"Okay Sam, really, that's not funny. What? You're broken?" Sam looked at Dean, his mouth opening and closing without anything would come out. He really didn't know how to voice it.

"Harry Potter." They all looked at Harry, who spoke suddenly, her eyes finally up and her hands no longer playing with her spoon. "What Sam wants to say is that I am Harry Potter. I'm sure that he didn't quite believe himself, but he's right. Joanne Rowling dreamed about my life and decided to write books." She seemed to think about something before adding. "And before you ask, she wrote about a boy because that was what was best for business."

"Oh, God." Seriously, Sam didn't really believe that she will confirm his theory. Hell, he was beginning to think that he was going crazy.

"What? You're kidding…" Dean looked at his brother, then at Jody, both looked ready to believe her. "But… Surely a Hunter would have come across one of your kind by now…"

"That's what you said about Angels…" Sam informed his brother before thinking about it.

Dean glared at him, "yeah, thank you for your help, Sammy."

Harry cleared her throat and the brothers looked at her. "I don't really know about our relationship with European Hunters, but I do know that the American's government had real strict law about muggle since an incident with witch's hunter hundreds of years ago. It's not surprising that they keep low profile. They don't go that much in the muggle world, unless real emergency."

She looked thoughtful for a second. "I think that the last time they were really invested was the time with Newt Scamender and the obscurus that destroyed New York in the twenties…" She murmured, startling her audience.

"I'm almost certain that we'll know if New York was destroyed in the twenties, I'm not good at history but still…" Harry looked at Dean, surprised she said that aloud, before smiling sheepishly.

"Yeah, uhh, the damages were repaired overnight, and an amnesia potion was putted in the water. I told you that the American were strict."

Before they could push more the conversation, Jody spoke. "I think that we would be much better in the living room for the rest of that conversation. Go sit, I' will clear the table and…"

"May I?" Harry asked, lifting her right hand, where Jody saw her put her wand up her sleeve earlier. Thinking about the faces the boys would have, she couldn't help her smile while she agreed.

Harry moved her wrist and her wand was in her hand, making the Winchester and Alex's eyes widening. Claire smirked while looking at their open mouth when the table cleared itself, the plates and cutlery floating in the kitchen.

After the table was clear, they all moved in the living room, the boys and Alex keep eyeing the kitchen and Harry right sleeve.

When they were all seated across the room, Sam finally spoke. "I get it, you're Harry Potter, as crazy as it is, I think I believe you. Maybe. But you said so yourself, the laws are strict, so why are you telling us? Why were you looking for Dean?"

She looked at Jody, her eyes full of panic, not knowing how to voice it. But Jody weren't going to voice it for her, she knew it. She was the one who has to tell him, as hard as it was.

"I'm… I wanted to meet you because… Because you knew my mum." That was as close as she was able to say. Hopefully, Sam will understand and voice it for her?

"Your mom?" Sam frowned his eyebrows, and then the surprise was all over his face, his eyebrows almost at his hairline. "You're…"

"You're Lily's daughter." Dean interrupts, his tone indescribable and his eyes in Harry's.