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Chapter 3

Harry sighed, the information from Jo and Ellen was useful but most of the hunters didn't have a home base. Using polyjuice, they had replaced the two women and were hoping to catch some hunters that way. what interested him was a name Ellen had given up, John Winchester. He had to be related to Sammy which made him a high priority target. There was another name they had given up that he was currently considering, one Bobby Singer. An older hunter who spent most of his time researching or playing backup for other hunters when they used a false id. Taking him out would weaken the other hunters but also make it very obvious they were being targeted.

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Ellen blinked as she snapped awake, feeling something falling from around her. She looked around, finding she was crouching on top of a wall, staring out over a forest and mountains. What had happened? Where was she? It was hard to focus but slowly the memories returned, and she stood, looking around wildly but she was alone. She went to get down only to be yanked back by the throat. Her hand went up to find a heave, solid collar and then she saw the short chain leading into the wall. She pulled on it, hard, but nothing happened. And then she saw her hands and froze. She looked down at herself and barely kept from screaming in horror, remembering the creature chained to the man's throne. What had they done to her? Jo…where was her daughter?

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Jo sat on her chair, staring off into space, lost in the floating feeling and vague happiness, unable to think for herself. She stood slowly and walked to the bathroom, starting a bath before removing her clothing and getting in, lying back in the warm water with a soft smile. The bathroom door opened, and her smile widened. "Welcome home Neville."

Neville looked at the young woman in the bathtub who was looking at him like he was the love of her life. he had tried to keep away, but he had failed, longing for comfort. He stripped off and joined her in the tub, pulling her into his arms to kiss her and she clung to him. "I love you Luna, I miss you," he whispered against wet skin as he kissed down her throat.

"I love you too Neville," she gasped in pleasure as his hands caressed her body. He shifted her position and she moaned as she sank down on him, rocking her hips, every action driven by his memories of Luna being translated through the curse.

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Hermione lay beside Blaise in their bed, his arm around her waist, fingers drawing mindless designs on her bare hip. If someone had told her back at Hogwarts that she would love a Slytherin, let alone Blaise, she would have sent them to St Mungo's secure ward. She could never have imagined loving him the way she did, she had thought she loved Ron, had been ready to marry him, before her eyes had been opened.

"Deep thoughts?" he asked, leaning up to kiss her shoulder.

"Not really," she rolled over to face him, kissing him and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. "I love you," she whispered when they parted, and he smiled.

"I love you too, Hermione," he swore. He had never imagined he would be with the Gryffindor bookworm but once freed from their lies she was such an incredible woman and witch. She was the perfect match for him and he would be forever grateful she had given him a chance, he couldn't imagine his life without her in it. He rolled them again, so she was spread out beneath him on the mattress and she smiled up at him, eyes darkening with lust. He kissed again, deepening it as her hands moved to run over his back, holding him close.

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Hermione grinned as she labelled the last vial, they now had the potion perfected and available in different strengths. They could now alter a human into 1/16th Gargoyle all the way through to 100%, depending on what was to be done with the person being changed. "We did it"! She almost squealed and Blaise laughed, catching her around the waist to spin her.

"Did you ever doubt we would?" he asked, and she shook her head.

"I did think we'd get it done quicker. I would really like to know who created this in the first place." They went to work tidying their lab.

"Definitely not someone trained in Britain for the last two to three decades." Snape may have been his head of House, but the man had been an idiot when it came to teaching potions. How many potential geniuses had been ruined by that overgrown child? A potion like this would need the best of potions masters to create and what had even inspired it? "I wonder if we can alter it for other species?"

"I don't see why not. We've got enough of the various doses of this one to keep Harry happy for months, so we've got time to experiment," she grinned, excited by the idea. "We could create mermaids to guard rivers, lakes and moats. Griffins, Grimms, Cerebus," she was cut off as Blaise kissed her.

"One at a time love," he teased, and she nodded.

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Harry watched as a man was led into the throne room, his hands manacled and completely compliant. He was older than Sammy but younger than Ellen with closely shaven dark hair, blue eyes and an average height. he was someone you'd walk past on the street and never notice. "Where did you get this one?"

"The Roadhouse, he came in for a drink and information."

"Let's see what he knows."

Seamus nodded, he was the one holding the curse. "What is your name?"

"Caleb Blacker," he answered, and the questioning went on for hours. When it was done, Seamus lifted the curse and the hunter blinked before trying to fight and he did a better job at it than Ellen.

In the end he was held in place as the potion was forced down his throat, glaring at them the whole time until he crumpled to the floor, convulsing as his blood burned. Harry watched as pale skin became greenish before his face began shifting from human, forming a beak, even as hands and feet shifted to have only four digits and claws. He screamed as pterodactyl-like wings with one continuous membrane and digits forming a small hand atop the wing pushed through from the skin of his back and then a thick tail emerged from the base of his spine. The shaved hair vanished, leaving him totally hairless even as his ears elongated to become pointed and then horns emerged from his forehead as his eyebrows vanished into a heavy ridge. Harry conjured a loincloth over his hips even as arms and legs shrank, spine taking on a hunch. Blue eyes were swallowed by black and gold, glassy with pain and exhaustion as the transformation finished. A heavy collar was affixed around his neck and he was pulled to his feet with a short leash. His body dropped to all fours as he was moved outside to where there was a space above a window. He was moved onto it and his leash sunk deep into the building to ensure he couldn't get down. Some raw fish was put in front of him and then he was left alone, sunrise still several hours away.

The smell of the fish had him instinctively picking it up and tearing into it with his beak. He dropped the bones, blinking dazedly as the pain faded. Caleb shook his head, what the hell? He tried to stand but his body wouldn't cooperate, refusing to straighten. The cool wind felt nice and he lifted his wings into it and then froze….wings? he struggled to remember what had happened….he'd gone to the Roadhouse…there'd bene something off about Ellen…a cold room, questions…pain… he lifted his hands, seeing greenish skin and only three fingers plus a thumb, all tipped in deadly claws. He found the collar and chain and struggled to get free of it, but nothing happened. As time passed, he began feeling tired, realised the sky was lightening. Dawn was coming, he…he could feel it, turning on his pillar to look out at the view, the need to sleep pressing in on him. He felt his body move so that he was crouched down, wings raised, tail lashing out behind him as his face shifted into a scowl. It was hard to think…so tired…he blinked as the sun came up and then his body turned to stone, instantly deeply asleep and unaware.

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Sammy nuzzled his Master's hand, enjoying the attention as the other hand ran through his hair. The hands moved and drew him up into his Master's lap where he was kissed, his lips parting instantly to grant his Master access.

"Such a good boy Sammy," Harry whispered, hands stroking over cool skin, gently urging Sammy to move and touch him in return. He loved how submissive Sammy was, always willing to do anything Harry wanted. He'd had Padma and Parvati had investigated at Stanford and further, learning all they could about Samuel Winchester and he had to admit, his trainers had done an incredible job destroying everything that had made him who he was. it was sad that such a brilliant mind was lost but Harry wouldn't give him up even if there was a way to restore him mentally. Maybe it was selfish, but he was allowed to be selfish on occasion. He pulled Sammy closer and the gargoyle moaned in pleasure but didn't move, he didn't have permission. Then Harry moved his hands to Sammy's hips, urging him to move and Sammy obeyed, eyes heavily lidded in bliss.

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Harry stood looking over the map when Padma walked in, grinning. Sammy knelt at his feet, head bowed, and Harry had one hand in his hair. "You look pleased," Harry smirked at his one-time Housemate.

"Did you know Sammy had a brother?" she asked, and Harry's eyes widened.

"Oh? No one questioned has mentioned one."

"Looks like Daddy was keeping his boys secret from other hunters." She placed a surveillance photo on the table. "His name is Dean Winchester and he is 25. He's a good hunter and quite the womaniser."

Harry looked down at Sammy. "Sammy," he called, and Sammy raised his head, not quite making eye contact.

"Master?"

"Does the name Dean mean anything to you?" Harry asked, stroking his cheek and Sammy pressed into his touch.

Dean… what was that? "No Master."

That was good, if anything was going to remain of his memory, it would be tied to those he loved. "Good boy," he praised and tipped Sammy's head back down. "I want this Dean found. Having his sons would be good bait for their Father."

"We'll find him." Padma promised before leaving to gather a proper team. Anyone on the teams had to be able to blend in with Muggles to a point and she longed for the day when that wouldn't be necessary. She'd talked with Daphne a while back and she seemed hopeful their research would soon be able to be enacted and then they wouldn't have to hide. The world would be theirs.

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Harry knocked on Neville's door and it soon opened to reveal Neville reading in bed.

"Hey Harry," he put his book aside and sat up.

Harry simply got on the bed with him, relaxing back. "Hey. I just wanted to make sure that you're sure about Jo."

"What dosage are you thinking?" Neville asked, wondering how much Jo would change.

"Seventy-five percent," Harry answered. "If you want her, she's yours." Neville was his best friend, if he wanted the girl, he could have her.

Neville hesitated, he enjoyed being with her, but he couldn't keep her under the Imperius forever. "Do it. I can't live in memories forever."

"Alright." He hugged Neville and then left. He found Jo sitting, staring into space and pulled out the vial. He pulled her up from the chair and then lay her on the ground before pouring the potion down her throat.

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In his bedroom Neville let go of the curse, feeling Jo's mind slip away from his control.

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For a second Jo came to awareness, confused, and then the pain hit, and she screamed, hands scrabbling at the stone floor, fingers bleeding as her spine bowed. Bat like wings burst from her back with digits dividing the wing membrane into multiple segments as a long, whip like tail formed from her lower spine. Her skin took on a Skye blue hue while her hair lightened to a blueish/white. She gasped, eyes wide, revealing sharp fangs and then dainty horns emerged from her forehead. She writhed in pain as her hands and feet changed, each losing a digit and gaining dark blue claws. Her eyes became dark, almost looking totally black but in fact they were very dark blue and black. Her ears remained human looking in shape as did her face. She went limp as the transformation ended and Harry collared her, attaching a leash, before levitating her lax body out of the room and down deeper into the castle.

He opened a newly renovated room and laid her down, attaching her leash to the wall. Once they had enough Gargoyles this would be the rookery where their eggs were kept until they hatched and then the young ones raised. There was a single window to the outside world but otherwise the room was completely cut off. Harry settled her onto the ledge above the nesting pit, moving her body into position and then touched her forehead. "Obliviate," he whispered, sending magic surgery through her mind, targeting all memories attached to her identity and sense of self before moving on to everything else. Blaise was working on duplicating the potion used on Sammy since it did a much more thorough job and didn't need the power levels, he was using on her. He ended the spell and she blinked dazedly. "Eat Jo," a house elf brought fish and she reached for it, driven by the instinct to eat.

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Harry led Sammy down into the rookery and opened the warded door where Jo was just waking from the stone sleep. He nudged Sammy towards her and Sammy whined, not understanding. Harry hit them both with a lust charm and then shut the door.

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Jo moaned, staring at the male across from her, needing him. Her wings spread instinctively in offering as she lowered her head, a soft chittering noise coming from deep in her throat. Her nostrils flared, scenting him, understanding he was ready for mating.

Sammy looked around for Master, needing him, but he wasn't there. A strangely appealing scent reached him, and he turned to face the other, breathing deeply, wings shifting as he crawled closer, scenting her. A low growl began deep in his chest as instinct began to take over. A clawed hand curled around her shoulder and his head dipped into her throat, earning another wanton moan. He leant on her, pushing her body back against the rock wall, pinning her under him as he rubbed his body against hers, mingling their scents. It wasn't quite right, and he pulled her away from the wall and onto her hands and knees, moving over her as her wings lay out horizontal to her spine, fluttering slightly. Her head dropped as she spread her legs further, tail lashing. With no real memories they were both acting purely on instinct as they mated, driven by the primal need to breed.

Jo braced herself on the floor, Gargoyle skin tough enough that she didn't bruise, as Sammy drove himself deep into her, encouraging noises spilling from her without stop. She shuddered, crying out, as pleasure flooded her and then Sammy roared behind her before they collapsed to the floor, still joined for a few moments. She curled into the male behind her, nuzzling at him and he nuzzled back. They rested for a while before his soothing movements become more demanding and she rolled back into position.

Finally, they separated, instincts warning them of the coming dawn and Sammy moved away, crouching on his claws and hunching forward, wings and arms rising as he snarled. She shifted on her ledge, mimicking his pose and they froze as the sun rose, turning to stone.

Harry walked in and levitated Sammy's stone form, carrying him back up to his own rooms and then out onto Sammy's ledge.

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Dean checked his research again and then went to make sure he had enough silver bullets as well as several silver edged blades. He got ready and left the motel to track the werewolf, not knowing that his room was now occupied and being packed up, all record of him ever being there being erased.

He made his way down the streets until he neared the area where the bodies had been found every month. Gun in hand and hidden by his jacket he walked around, searching for the werewolf until he heard a snarl behind him and he spun around, raising his weapon only for it to be ripped from his grip as cloaked figures appeared around them. "What the..." he went for a blade.

"Imperio." A feminine voice called.

Dean froze, body relaxing as every thought and worry faded away, leaving him standing there, feeling immeasurably tranquil, only hazily cognizant of those near him. He felt a nebulous, imperceptible sense of bliss and he wanted it to never end.

"Deal with the werewolf," Padma ordered the others as she walked up to the hunter, she was surprised by how quickly he had given in, there'd been no resistance at all. "Do you like this feeling Dean?" she asked interestedly.

"Yes," Dean answered calmly.

She looked over to see the werewolf had been secured for transport and took out a portkey. "Hold onto this Dean and don't let go." She held it out and Dean took hold of it. She activated it and they were whisked away, Dean keeping his feet due solely to her control over him. "Let go and follow me," she waited till he released the portkey and then led him to the throne room where Harry and Neville were waiting.

"Any trouble?" Harry asked, seeing the peaceful look on the mans face.

"None, he had no resistance at all to the curse, I've never seen someone go under so swiftly."

"Interesting," Harry got up and walked over, examining Dean who stood still, waiting for orders. Harry summoned a collar and set it around Dean's neck, chain leash already attached. "Let him go," Harry stepped back, and Padme ended the curse.

Dean stood still as slowly thoughts began trickling back into his mind, the peaceful feeling fading away and he blinked, missing the feeling even as he shook his head, confused.

"Welcome home Dean," Harry called, and Dean looked at him, eyes wide, even as he finally realised, he was wearing a metal collar.

"What the hell?" he tugged at the collar, looking around in confusion. He saw the Throne, a big man beside it and then he saw….something chained to it, head bowed. He'd never seen anything like it before, some sort of creature.

Neville smirked when he saw Dean's gaze on Sammy, so he walked behind the gargoyle and pulled his head up.

It was wearing a tiny loincloth and as the head was pulled up Dean froze, unable to breath as familiar features slowly became recognisable. "Sammy?"

TBC…

No last name is given for Caleb so I gave him the actors last name.