Chapter: Not in Kansas anymore Dean-o

A/N: I didn't realize I hadn't posted this already. Chapter 5 will be up in the next few days as well as a few other chapters including NEW CHAPTER Danny Fenton: Paranormal Hunter NEW STORY Halves NEW STORY Undead Secrets NEW STORY Heathens LOOK BELOW FOR IN DEPTH DESCRIPTION. THERE WILL BE A POLL RUNNING FOR WHICH STORY WILL JOIN DFPH AND DRWGMGTW

Draco and Harry sat apart from the adults, trying out simple spells that Draco knew. Draco had gotten a hawthorn wand with unicorn hair, silver spark dancing along the walls of the wand shop. Harry had in turn told him that his was Holly with phoenix feather, and light blue sparks had erupted from his. However, just like he had with Dean, Harry refrained from mentioning that his necklace had burned him just the smallest bit. In all honestly, he had completely forgotten about it when Sam and Cas brought him his newest pet, a snowy white owl. His pets were currently napping near the fireplace, under the table where the adults sat. Severus seemed to be using Nymphadora as a visual aid, as every few minutes she transformed into a different person.

"Alright, again. In-SEN-dee-o" Draco explained, making the flame shaped motion in the air. A small fire lit up on the pillow that Severus had charmed not to burn. Harry nodded, gripping his wand tight.

"Incendio." He whispered. Both boys jumped back with shouts of alarm as a roaring pillar of flame reached to the ceiling. Tonks put it out a second later, reacting even quicker than Severus. She grinned in pride, until she moved without ending the spell and blasted the pets full of water.

"Harry, you cannot be afraid of your magic. It will destroy you if you do not control it." Severus said.

"How am I supposed to not fear it when it nearly just burned me to a crisp?" Harry ranted, pointing to the blackened smudge on the ceiling.

"I need to go." Dean announced in a strangled whisper, heading out of the room before anyone could comment. Sam hesitated only a moment before following his brother out. Harry started to tremble ever so slightly, but everyone in the room was trained to detect the smallest of changes, and he was immediately surrounded. The angel posing as his father swept him into a hug, whispering Enochian reassurances and explanations. After a while Harry nodded. Cas picked up the wand that Harry had dropped, and handed it over with a smile.

"Go on." Cas said softly. Tonks and Severus held their wands at the ready in case Harry's magic had the same effect.

"Incendio." The pillow lit up with a small flame, and Draco congratulated him. Harry beamed up at Cas, and the angel felt a new emotion stirring within him. He would not let anyone hurt this boy, even if it meant sacrificing himself to give Harry a boost of power.

"I can't believe they reacted that way." Tonks said under her breath. Severus glared at her, pulling her to the opposite side of the room, Cas trailing behind. "I thought they would be okay with it. They were fascinated with everything today. Did it not cross their minds that it could do bad too?"

"You are ignorant." Severus hissed.

"Each living thing has an entirely unique experience." Cas added, staring towards the wall, where he knew Dean was standing on the other side. "The boys lost their mother to a fire. And Sam his girlfriend. You cannot know what they feel, not truly. Harry will understand, he has been most understanding so far. He is a child I can be proud of."

"You will return to the ministry now. We have no more use for you." Severus ordered. Tonks had the grace to look thoroughly chastised before turning to towards the floo.

"Bye Dora!" Harry called out as green flames engulfed her. He noticed her wave and smiled to himself. He subconsciously rubbed at his chest, feeling a dull ache. Harry did not know the full truth regarding his necklace, and it was for that reason that he never suspected that it was angry with him.

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"Thanks for letting us crash at your crib." Dean said, hauling the last of the bags through the floo. His car had graciously been shrunken down and sat lovingly on the mantle. Severus raised an eyebrow at the shorter Winchester brother.

"I find it increasingly difficult to understand you." Sam barked out a laugh at this, dodging a punch from Dean. Harry placed all his pets on the floor and spread out his arms, signaling for them to roam free. Severus twitched slightly, but otherwise did not give any indication that the action was unapproved. Back in Black began to blare in the back pocket of Dean's jeans. He quickly answered it, and almost wished her hadn't.

"You damn idjit! What in the hell did you do this time? I got that damn angel coming into my house, engraving my damn ribs. My ribs, Dean! You have better have a good explanation, otherwise I'll put you under myself." Dean rubbed at his ear, Harry staring at the cellphone in awe.

"Nice to hear your voice Bobby." Dean responded with a cocky grin.

"Wipe that look off your face." Bobby snapped. "Where in the hell are you? I've been trying since yesterday to reach you." Dean motioned for Sam to take Harry out of the room.

"Look it's like this. The plan Heaven had for us was really Plan B, plan A was cow tipped by a born wizard who decided Dad wasn't worthy of raising his hero boy. Yesterday, Stream A and Stream B crossed, and we all know that's a recipe for disaster. Cas, the beautiful bastard, prevented the iron fist of Heaven from turning Sam and I into a Texas sized pothole. I asked him to teleport us to London, because Sammy had been looking into a case there, involving hunters losing their memory. Dumb luck led us to Hero boy, who was living with an abusive family. One thing led to another, I have a new son, Cas is my husband and the three of us are going to be teaching at a school for bonafied wizards and witches. We've taken the battle away from home, and we don't know the minefields. Luckily we've made an ally, and Hero boy a friend." Dean had used as much lingo as possible to annoy Snape, knowing that Bobby could decipher it.

"Anything else bonehead?" Bobby asked.

"Cas is leaking angel juice, and it seems that Harry, Hero Boy, has a soul pure enough to absorb it. We need to protect him until he is no longer able to be a vessel. The demons are still chugging ahead with their plans for Apocalypse, and while angels can't seem to find their way into the void, demons might."

"That's quite the shitstorm you got going on." Bobby commented. A small silence followed, in which Dean looked up to see Severus with a pensive look on his face, facing towards a picture Dean could not see. "Get your hubby over here so I can deliver an umbrella."

"No way-"

"Listen here Dean. You aren't doing this without me. I sure as hell know you don't know how to raise a kid. I'm old Dean. I get lonely. I figured after you two I'd never have someone to scold and shape. If I ain't part of plan A, then I can at least move base camp to be near my boys." Dean blinked rapidly, turning away from Severus, wondering why he thought a conversation with Bobby could be put on speaker.

"I'll get him." Severus said offhandedly. While Dean wasn't seen as the smart one, he certainly could see beneath the actions of those who pretended to be stoic. Dean wrapped the black clad man in a hug. "Release me or you will find yourself without arms." Dean laughed and clapped him on the back before letting go.

"You hear that Bobby?"

"Dangerous ally...I've taught you well. I better get to packing...what's the kid like?"

"He's a brat at times but, mostly good. Too wise one second, childish the next. True Winchester material." Dean heard a small huff, and knew that Bobby was smiling.

"Retrieve the angel and we will leave immediately. I can have him packed in mere moments." Severus interrupted. Dean nodded, said his goodbyes to Bobby and headed outside. Cas sat on a small stone bench in the backyard, watching the elderly of Spinner's End roam the sidewalks.

"Cas, Snape wants to go get Bobby. Think you can give him a ride?" Cas nodded and followed Dean back inside. The angel remained in the kitchen, gazing at the hanging portraits. It was obvious that these were newer, not matching up with the faded outlines behind them. One was of a woman, holding a younger Snape. The picture was a candid shot, a beaming smile on the woman's face. There were a few more of a redhead girl with a confused Severus in the background. The final portrait was of the Professor holding a small bundle with blond locks, whom Cas assumed was Draco. Severus returned with a small trunk next to him. He flicked his wand and all the pictures flipped themselves over. If Cas knew what a shrug was and what it meant, he would have implemented it.

"Mr. Singer has a vast collection of books he will not want to leave behind. As well as weapons. I do not know the capabilities of your trunk." Severus responded by shrinking the trunk and placing it in his pocket. Cas nodded and placed a hand on the wizard, vanishing with only the sound of wings.

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"I got my Hogwarts letter a few days ago, so I guess I'm not completely useless at magic. I uhm, I thought I saw a man that day too. Just briefly. I think maybe...he was an angel? Did you believe in angels? Did you ask one to watch over me?" Neville felt his eyes start to water. "Was it your last coherent thought? An angel to watch over your backwards son?"

"NNNNN." Neville dropped his eyes to his feet. He knew better by now that his mother was merely reacting to noise, not trying to speak to him. No one ever really talked to him about how his parents had lost their minds, because they figured that he didn't remember. But he did. Not in perfect form, but the screams, how they plagued him. It was strange to miss his parents, who probably did not even recognize him. He sighed and went over to water the plant he kept in their room. It was a devil's snare hybrid he had created. He didn't know if it worked, but at least it wasn't attacking everyone. He wanted to protect his parents as they had protected him. His gran rapped harshly at the door, signaling that it was time for them to go. Neville gave each of his parents a kiss on the forehead before heading out. He did not look back, knowing that his mother would be peering through the small window, and not wanting to imagine longing in her eyes.

Severus glared at Bobby Singer, holy water dripping off of his face. It was only then that the old American lowered his gun and motioned them inside with a tilt of his head.

"I will keep guard, please use haste." Cas said, gazing out over the junkyard. Severus entered the house alone, gazing at the various stacks of books with admiration. He took out the trunk, and placed it on the floor, unshrinking it.

"That's it, no abracadabra, magic light show?" Bobby asked.

"If you see a light, it would be in your best interest to move out of the way." Severus responded. Another wave of his wand and the books were shooting towards the open trunk, shrinking as they passed the shrinking field invisibly covering the opening. Bobby gave a grunt and moved things he wanted closer to the wizard. They were both men of few words, so the silence did not bother them. They were wary of each other of course, assessing the other carefully. Bobby could tell that they man and him were similar, by the way Severus held himself and guarded his emotions. Severus was still bitter, and convinced that no one would ever be like him, so he dismissed Bobby Singer without a second thought.

"You know, I'm guessing you ain't much older than the boys. Which means at times I'll be tempted to mother hen you. You can tell me to go to hell each time I do, won't be much different than the usual response. I'm going to say this to you now. When you grow up how we did, and go through war only to realize it may never end, the real war is between who we are...and who we make believe."

"Why do you presume to know anything about me Muggle?"

"It's my damn job that's why. Why'd you decide to help?" Bobby fired back. Severus fell silent, concentrating on the packing. "Idjit." Bobby wandered away, collecting things the boys had left as kids, intending to give them to Harry.

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"Do you think Bobby will like me?" Harry asked as he slowly put his clothes away in a closet. Severus had said that this room was for him, but it felt strange. Sam sat on the bed nearby, placing everything onto hangers. While his major had been Law, he had had friends studying a plethora of majors. Child Phycology, Matthew. Sam frowned, wondering if any of his friends had been worried for him. He shook his head, focusing on the now. Harry seemed to be displaying relationship anxiety. Which was understandable considering his home life before, and he was glad it was only this issue that caused the boy too into mild panic. They had needed to fire call Draco earlier, when the blond was forced to leave while Harry was using the washroom. Luckily Draco hadn't seemed annoyed, rather ecstatic that his friend had used the floocall all by himself.

"He's going to love you." Sam replied. Sam decided he would bring up the issue of Harry's anxiety to Dean and maybe Draco. He found it odd that Harry did not seem to be affected by Severus, especially since the man was undoubtedly harsh. Perhaps the boy did not expect much from the man to begin with. Cas seemed to be a natural in reassuring Harry, which he was grateful for, considering he and Dean had needed to excuse themselves earlier. "How are you feeling about everything Harry? A lot has happened." Harry looked at him with piercing green eyes, having taken out his contacts upon arrival.

"Yes, a lot has." Those green eyes made him feel such immense guilt.

"I'm sorry." He heard himself say.

"I'm worried about Petunia and Dudley. Vernon was all they had. Petunia has no more family, I was all that was left. Vernon was a bad man but he did not deserve to die like that." Harry said. "We could have just left and instead you all destroyed everything. You and Cas the house, and Dean the family."

"You're right." Sam said. There was nothing else to say. He had overreacted due to his bad habit, and caused a disaster that could have easily been avoided.

"Sam! Harry! Bobby is here!" Harry slipped his contacts back in, following his new uncle downstairs. Harry stayed just within the doorway of the kitchen, watching Sam and Dean interacting with Bobby. He found it funny that they were all dressed similarly, plaid shirts with jeans and a heavy set of boots. The older American was also wearing a hat and vest, a holster clearly visible on his hip.

"These are for Harry." Bobby said, holding out a small bag. Said boy slowly walked over, eyeing the man and the bag critically. He took the bag, smiling as he pulled out three action figures. Dean's eyes widened.

"Hey, that's mine." He whined. Bobby gave him a look.

"You're a big boy now. That means no dollies got it?" Bobby said sarcastically. Sam snickered, happy that Bobby had found his and Dean's old Superman, Captain America, and Batman figures.

"Who are these characters?" Harry asked, having sat down exactly where he was, making the black clad figure kick the others. Bobby blinked in surprise, moving his gaze downward. He remained quiet, letting Dean spring into an explanation. He allowed a small smile when Dean and Sam sat down as well. The boys didn't know about his past, they wouldn't understand Harry's strange behavior. They would be supportive no doubt, but they would never be able to make sense of it.

"Dude!" Sam exclaimed in excitement. Harry had made Superman float up above them, and was directing it around with his finger. Severus frowned, worry in his eyes.

"How are you doing that?" The figure dropped to the ground immediately. The wizard found himself the recipient of three identical glares. He mentally winced. How many times had that same question been barked at him during his childhood, only to end in punishment? "What I mean is, are you using a spell or not?" he saved. Slowly the glares left him, Sam followed by his brother and finally Bobby. It was then that he felt Castiel's level stare from behind him. It wasn't anger just pressure that would remain there until Harry was better.

"I don't think I was using magic at all..." Severus felt a small breeze as Cas rushed past him to scoop Harry into his arms.

"We require cake!" Castiel shouted before disappearing with his pseudo son.

"Bring PIE!" Dean shouted to the air, hoping Cas would hear him.

"For the sake of keeping a low profile I informed Draco that Harry's birthday is on the 1st of August. We have a month to organize our stories until they are ingrained in our minds."

"Easy, we're a family of hunters. Sammy and I found Harry in the woods, all bundled up to be a midnight snack for a Wendigo, down in Texas. Harry knows he's adopted obviously. Cas and I got hitched three years ago, uuuhhh, we decided he couldn't hunt until age 11, imagine our surprise when he turns out to be a wizard."

"That ain't enough. People, normal people anyways, have emotions and what deep connections." Bobby mocked. "Why decide to keep him? Why marry angel boy? Why you his Daddy and not Sam?"

"We need to practice." Sam said, giving a significant look to Den when he tried to protest. Dean waved him off.

"I'll get it in no time."

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"Aww, you are such a lovely couple." The cashier cooed. "How long have you been together?"

"Since I raised him from Hell."

"CAS!"

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"You seem a little young to have a child as young as Harry." A mother sitting on the bench next to Dean commented.

"He is adopted."

"Oh how long ago?"

"12 years."

"But he's 11..."

"Fuck."

SPNHP

"I get to be Professor Winchester!" Sam argued, trying to fill out his work forms.

"No, pick something else!" Dean growled, trying to pull Sam's arm away from the paper.

"I only have one last name Dean!"

"Cram it." Bobby demanded. "Winchester." Sammy beamed. "Singer." Dean reluctantly let go of his brother. "Novak." Cas nodded.

"Everyone is going to think Sam is my Dad." Harry inputted.

"Where were you like 12 seconds ago?" Dean asked.

"Laughing at your expense." Harry replied cheekily. Dean stared him down, Harry's smile growing by the second.

"Grounded."

"Paapaaaa!" Harry whined, not breaking eye contact with his Dad.

"Overruled." Cas said, continuing to write. Harry stuck his tongue out at Dean and rushed out of the room, calling for Severus.

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"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Harry gave a scream, tumbling out of bed. "Boom! Payback." Dean said with a laugh. A smack sounded through the room. "Owww."

"I believe it is customary to give one a present on their birthday." Cas said. Harry groaned in response, stuck between the bed and the wall.

"Before you give it to him. It's not another animal, is it?"

"..."

"Cas..."

"Maybe."

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And so it was that one month later Harry Winchester was the proud son of Professor Novak and Winchester. Dean and his uncle Professor Sam Singer had found him when he was 5 years old, in the woods of Texas while investigating a Wendigo attack. They had come to London on vacation, since Harry had wanted to see the place he had most likely been born, (and not get made fun of his accent for once). Harry's family like to theorize that his magical core had called for him to return home, where he would attend the school he was penned down for at the time of his birth. Upon learning about the wizarding civil war, the hunters had been crestfallen to think that Harry's real parents had tried escaping to America only to lose their lives anyway. It is why they wanted to help the wizarding world, by teaching them of Muggle monsters, and how to protect themselves if they were ever forced to leave the comfort of the wizard world.

"Are you ready?" Dean asked. Harry took a steadying breath, hands tightening over the handle of the trolley. Danny, Kit Kat and Hedwig were all in separate cages, snoozing peacefully.

"Of course he is." Draco sniffed. "Come on Harry, or there won't be any seats left." Harry nodded and ran straight at the barrier, closing his eyes right before he hit the bricks, except they never came. Fake blue eyes opened hesitantly, and Harry gasped upon seeing the red train nearby.

"Move it Winchester." Several heads turned upon hearing the youngest Malfoy's voice. He was well known in the wizarding community, and was seen to be a snob by many. It was for this reason that many were surprised when the Winchester boy merely laughed and slugged the blond in the arm. Malfoy winced and Winchester immediately apologized. The two disappeared from view within a few moments, leaving everyone to wonder. Among those wondering was Ronald Weasley. Malfoy was not how he remembered him to be. Well, he was still a pompous rich boy, but being friendly with someone who appeared to be pretty common?

"Ronnikins!" Fred called. "Better hurry little brother-"

"Or there won't be a-" George continued.

"single"

"seat."

"Left." They chorused. Ron glared at the both of them, lugging his trunk behind him. His sister Ginny was saying goodbye to her best friend Luna Lovegood, whom was holding her trunk aloft with a single hand. Ginny was begging the blond to tell her how she had gotten into Hogwarts a year earlier, and the girl only replied with her strange half answers.

"I can only hold off the Regnad for so long. This is best." Ginny nodded and hugged the girl close. The whistle sounded, giving the two minute warning. Ron quickly boarded, sliding open door after door only to find each compartment full. He sighed as he opened yet another door. His ears tinged red when he relied who exactly was inside. Malfoy sneered at him, shifting closer to the boy next to him. Ron decided to ignore him, looking at the black haired boy in plaid.

"Do you mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is full."

"Sure! There is plenty of room." Ron smiled gratefully and took a seat across from the pair. "Malfoy."

"Weasel." Ron held back a laugh as the other occupant elbowed Draco in the gut.

"I'm Harry, Harry Winchester. I guess you know Draco." Harry grinned sheepishly.

"Ron Weasley. Mum says your parents didn't come in with you. The barrier won't hurt them if they're Muggles you know." Ron explained. He was doubtful that Harry's parents were Muggle though, otherwise Malfoy wouldn't want to hang around with him. Maybe it hadn't been his parents, but rather a type of guard for Harry and Draco.

"My parents and Uncle will be helping at Hogwarts. They apparated there with Severus." Harry responded. Ron nodded and looked out the window. Harry had seemed like a nice enough bloke, but if his parents were friends with Severus Snape the bat of Hogwarts, maybe he was a junior Death Eater like Malfoy. "What's that rummaging around in your cloak?" Ron looked down to see his pet rat trying to escape.

"That's Scabbers. Stupid rat." Ron took him out and set him on the bench. "Fred and George taught me a spell to change him colors, but I doubt it works." Ron took out his wand just as the compartment slid open. A bushy haired girl stood there authoritatively, a slightly round boy behind her.

"Have any of you seen a toad? Neville here has lost one." The boy behind her gave a small sniff of despair. Harry bent over to check under the seats.

"Not in here, sorry." The girl shrugged, and then noticed Ron had his wand out.

"Doing magic are you? I've tried a few spells myself and they've all worked for me. Go on then, let's see." She demanded, sitting down without invitation. Neville hovered awkwardly in the doorway. Ron cleared his throat.

"Daisies, sunshine, butter mellow. Turn this stupid fat rat yellow!" There was a small bang and a squeak but otherwise nothing changed. "Should have known it was a dud. Fred and George are always pranking me."

"What a shame." The girl said offhandedly. Despite himself Draco found that the girl could be likeable. "I'm Hermione Granger, and you all are?"

"Ron Weasley." The ginger said past the finger he had in his mouth to dig out the remains of his breakfast." Hermione scrunched up her nose in disgust and Draco approved of her just a bit more.

"Pleasure."

"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." Draco said charmingly, holding out a hand. Hermione shook it and turned to the blue eyed boy.

"Harry Winchester." Harry looked over at Neville. "We should wait until we get to school, an adult can probably summon him or something." Neville nodded and ambled away back to his own compartment.

"Dogs aren't allowed at Hogwarts you know." Hermione scolded. Draco frowned at her, but did not intervene on Harry's part just as his friend's uncle had asked. He tuned out the rest of the occupants as he mentally reviewed the helpful tips. One was to stress the fact that it was alright for Harry to have a different opinion than him. He had allowed the weasel to sit with them, but had made sure that Harry knew he did not agree, but would not fight with him since it was a small issue. Another was to check in with Harry because it seemed the boy was destined for Hufflepuff. Not that this was exactly a bad thing. Loyalty was an admirable character trait. Also the tables were right next to each other.

"Draco, what are the Hogwarts houses again?" Harry asked him. This was another thing, Harry was raised with Muggles in America no less. He had to be an open resource that would not judge.

"Slytherin, which is Ambition. Gryffindor, which is Chivalry, Hufflepuff, which is loyalty, and Ravenclaw which is Intellect." Just as he finished his explanation the door opened once more. It was merely a prefect doing their rounds, so Draco turned back to the window, bored out of his mind. Before he realized he had dozed off to sleep. The rest fell into a compatible silence, Hermione eventually wondering back to her own compartment.

"Uh, so Winchester Never had that name before, but you must be pureblood if Draco is talking to you." Ron blurted out. Harry regarded him calmly for a few seconds.

"I am for all intents Muggleborn. I was raised by Muggles since I was five. I haven't the slightest clue as to what my blood is like. Not that it matters really, basing someone on their blood is what Voldemort would do." Ron visibly flinched.

"You said You-Know-Who's name." Ron whispered in awe. Harry shrugged to cover up how uncomfortable he felt.

"Like I said, Muggleborn. I didn't know I wasn't supposed to say his name." Harry hunched over. "It's a bit embarrassing really that my parents and uncle are going to be at school. I get that they are worried, but I'm eleven now. Everyone is going to think I'm a baby."

"I think as long as your Mum doesn't call you anything like Harrikins, you'll be fine." Ron assured, grimacing as he imagined his mother calling for him by his nickname in front of the entire school. Harry gave him an odd look.

"I don't have a Mum." Harry suddenly felt very hollow. Yes, he had practiced saying his responses to ease people into the realization that his parents were both male, but saying those five words really stung him. He didn't have a Mum. His skin felt cold and he slowly wrapped his arms around himself. His chest felt like ice and faintly he heard someone crying. It was only when Draco stepped in front of him did he realize that he was hearing himself. The tears were making his contacts itch and he viciously rubbed his eyes.

"Harry. Listen to me. You are fine. Please speak to me." Draco pleaded, gripping the raven haired boy's shoulders tightly. Harry gave a few more hiccups as he contained himself. Ron was a faint red, never having seen anyone cry like that before. He had seen the carefree spark in Harry's blue eyes flicker out of existence, leaving behind unfocused blue that quickly turned glassy and distant. It was something he would imagine a dementor could do to you. Even more surprising was Malfoy being helpful. The boys spent the next few hours in silence, unsure on how to proceed.

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"May I remind you that you leave the creatures of the Forbidden forest in peace. Killing them is the only thing that will bring their wrath upon the school. Our groundskeeper Hagrid is quite apt at keeping things contained." Albus Dumbledore said, pinning the three Muggles with a look. They nodded absentmindedly. "Very well. You should have no issues traversing the grounds since you have been brought past the barrier." Albus paused as the grand doors of Hogwarts slowly opened, allowing them entry. "Welcome to Hogwarts."

"Is this the only entrance to the school?" Sam asked. Albus shook his head cheerfully.

"Oh Heavens no. There is the occasional vanishing door, and secret tunnels, but rest assured children are not too great at discovering them." Albus joked.

"Dude, these paintings are so trippy." Dean called out, moving in front of the frame to see the eyes follow him. The young woman smiled at him before dramatically moving, causing the Hunter to fall on his ass in haste to get away. She laughed merrily before slipping away.

"Dean, it's a magic school. For MAGIC. Get it together." Sam replied. Dean mocked him as Cas helped him from the floor.

"Quite right you are my dear boy." Albus agreed, chuckling lightly. "All the Professor's quarters lie directly behind the Great Hall and are accessible only through floo of that teacher's classroom or the antechamber. Once within a room you may floo to another's quarters with their permission. As we speak House Elves are cleaning out a few unused rooms for you. For now however, the rest of the staff is eager to meet you." The Headmaster laid a hand on Sam's shoulder and the taller hunter visibly jumped. It felt as if a surge of electricity had coursed through him. "I apologize, Sam. A magical core as significant as mine will at time discharge within the presence of Muggles. It is as if it has become petulant at the thought of staying within a single being. I will do my best to suppress it if I ever find the need to make physical contact with you."

"Oh no, it wasn't that at all. We're trained to be paranoid you know?" Sam covered, rubbing the back of his neck. Ruby wasn't around to give him more demon blood, and he had to be useful somehow. He would just have to get used to the sensation. He ignored Dean's curious stare and walked into the Great Hall, immediately surrounded by curious witches and wizards.

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Luna smiled slightly as she trailed her fingers along the windows. She would miss Ginny, whom had been her first friend. They had met when Luna had been tracking down Strawyrrows in their garden. The blond stopped in front of a compartment and knocked lightly. A boy opened it and then gave a groan.

"Hello Ronald!" She chirped, moving past him into the compartment. She seated herself across from Harry, catching said boy's attention.

"Look Loony. Just cause you and Ginny are friends, doesn't mean I want to hang out with you." Ron snapped. "Don't follow me around."

"I came to speak with Harry." Luna replied, making Ron go red. Draco gave a small victory smile. "Alone." She added. Ron left the compartment claiming that he was going to go search for his brothers. Draco stood after a moment. She was only a girl after all.

"It's okay." Harry said, and with that he left, intending to check on his acquaintances. "Hello."

"Hello Harry Potter." An internal alarm went off in Harry's head. Severus had practically drilled it into his head to run if someone knew who he was. The man had been referring to possible Death Eaters though, not little girls with mismatched socks. "You've gone missing. Sounds like fun."

"How do you know my name?"

"It was in the latest issue of the Quibbler, it's alright though, not even Daddy knows how to read it and he writes it!" Luna explained, as if this information would clear everything up. "I just came to tell you to be careful, and to not ever let that necklace out of your sight." Harry fiddled with the pendant as she said this.

"Why?" Harry questioned. He knew he was supposed to keep the necklace with him, but how did she know? What in the heck was a Quibbler and why was it revealing his secrets? Perhaps this was more than he bargained for? Luna stood and placed a sisterly kiss on his cheek before leaving him alone to his thoughts. Harry continued to fiddle with the necklace for the continuance of the trip, thought swirling in his head all the way up until he felt the undeniable chill of a ghost. A few of the other first years screamed, and Harry realized they were in the main entrance of Hogwarts. He placed his hand in the pocket of his robes, ready to pull out a small bar of iron when the ghosts began to chat amicably with others.

"You alright Harry?" Draco asked. The blond was flanked by two tough looking boys, a black boy and a slightly European looking girl.

"Yeah..." Harry nervously looked around. "I uh, zoned, didn't I?" Zoning is what Dean called Harry's bouts of silence where he was lost within his own world. Bobby had explained that it was not uncommon in children, merely that it was enhanced in Harry who had been so isolated without anyone to stop him from spending perhaps days in his own world.

"Yes. I would like you to meet some of my friends. This is Pansy Parkinson." The girl gave a short nod, her shoulder length black hair swaying slightly. "Blaise Zambini." Brown eyes that reflected the sunlight gave him a brief glance. "Crabbe and Goyle." The hulking boys rolled back their shoulders. "This is Harry Winchester."

"Hi." Harry said in greeting. Ron Weasley appeared at that moment.

"Oh hey Winchester. You okay? I didn't mean to upset you." Draco sneered at the redhead in obvious disgust.

"Leave us alone Weasley, you've already done enough." Ron glared.

"Look, I said I was sorry alright?" Ron snapped.

"I don't recall you ever saying anything of the sort." Draco responded haughtily, just as his father did to his associates. "Though I supposed when your mother has an entire red-haired litter of blood traitors to watch over it would be impossible to teach manners to them all."

"Malfoy." Harry growled, stomping down his foot after having tried to interject himself several times. Draco turned to Harry in surprise. "I can fight my own battles thank you." He turned to Ron. "I accept your apology." The tips of Draco's ears turned pink.

"I'd be careful who you trust Harry."

"I trust you, don't I?" Harry quipped back.

"That is quite enough children." Minerva scolded as she appeared. "Welcome to Hogwarts!" She announced, gaining everyone's attention. "In just a few short moments you will walk through these doors to be sorted. No matter which house you are sorted into, whether it be Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Slytherin or Hufflepuff, I expect nothing but the best of you." It was a short speech, but it was a small class and she felt it appropriate. She turned to the doors and flung them open, all student eyes instantly moving to newcomers. Whispers suddenly flooded the hall, from both students and newcomers.

"-Harry Potter is 11 right?"

"-enchanted to look like night-"

"-kinda small aren't they."

"-tall one is hot."

"That one is-"

"SILENCE." Dumbledore called out once all the first years stood on the slightly raised floor. He gave a nod to his Deputy and she came forward holding a stool, hat, and scroll. She placed the hat atop the stool and stood back. There was a small tearing sound as the brim of the hat began to move, as if it were trying to speak. And speak it did.

"Angry words and ending wars, flashing lights and falling stars, distant dark blue animals that whisper down the boulevards. Ghosts in chains rattle in the attic, broken radios filled with static. No more room, you've got nowhere to run. One for all and all for one! Times will be bad, times will be good. Things you wish you hadn't done and some you wish you would. Cutting through all the ramble and noise, you've got a voice, and a SONG TO SING!" Everyone was completely entranced. This was new to everyone present, not that the first years or Americans realized this. "Breathe deep in the morning, breath deep in the morning, see what the year will bring! Ladada da. Lift up your voice! Let love cut through all the chaos and noise. Slamming doors and alarms ring, hurricanes and silent screams, don't know what to believe? Bend the rule just to break it, End up so tired cause you need to fake it. You just want to be FOR ALL AND ALL FOR ONE!" A repeat? Students questioned as the hat sang a kindly chorus to give them courage. Hesitantly a few hummed along, and the hat seemed to beam, even though there was no possible way the fabric could hear over its own boisterous singing. "No matter who you are! You've got a voice! Why don't you use it? Sing your own song! Ladada da Ladada da Ladada da Ladada..." Harry was the first to join the hat, and others quickly followed, until the school was practically chanting. "Lift up your voice! Let love cut through! You have a choice, let love cut through!" The hat sang over them, the song tapering off just perfectly. The hat shifted itself on the stool, seeming to puff out as it waited. Minerva took the hint that the hat would not be singing its customary song and unrolled the scroll.

"When I call your name please come forward to be sorted. Abbott, Hannah." Harry looked up at the head table where Dean, Sam and Cas sat, near Severus. Sam was scribbling in his notebook, most likely trying to get down everything about the sorting. Harry smirked as he recalled one of the singing voices to be Sam`s deep baritone. It was weird he mused, to have an uncle that was also like a brother, or a dad to be a like a brother for that matter. Cas was the only one he could see being exclusively a parent in his life, but he guessed it was because the angel was older.

"Granger, Hermione!" The bushy haired girl eagerly moved to the stool. Harry guessed she would be in Ravenclaw, what with the amount she talked about books. Time ticked past and he could see Hermione move about nervously. Suddenly a thought hit Harry. What if it didn't sort her? Would she be required to go home? What if it didn't sort him?

"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat bellowed. The table of red and gold exploded into applause. Harry's eyes roamed over the four tables as more names were called. Where would he fit in?

"Longbottom, Neville!" Again the hat took it's time, only it seemed like Neville was pleading with it, sending repeated glances to the table of yellow and black. The hat huffed.

"GRYFFINDOR!" Neville looked petrified and quickly removed the hat, taking a seat near Hermione.

"Lovegood, Luna!" The girl lazily skipped over, and picked up the hat, but did not place it on her head. Instead she held in in front of her face, speaking to it in hushed tones. The hat laughed a few times before Luna turned it to face the audience.

"RAVENCLAW!" Luna curtsied to the hat before taking her seat.

"Malfoy, Draco!" Harry saw his friend square his shoulders before moving forward. Severus had warned that Draco would be different at school, for it was a public place in which the boy would have to keep up his family's value. It was just strange. He knew Draco did not like it, what eleven year old would? Being an adult is boring, why act like one? The hat barely touched down on his perfectly combed blond hair before it made a decision.

"SLYTHERIN!" Draco gave a satisfied smirk and sauntered to a seat. Harry rolled his eyes. After the Patil twins were called up, getting sorted into two separate houses, the students began to get antsy. Their eyes darted to the remaining students, hushed conversation breaking out. Harry strained to hear the table closest to him.

"No way any of them is Potter. That one is a Weasley for sure." Harry blanched. Of course, they were all expecting a celebrity this year. Confused looks doubled as Professor McGonagall continued on right past the P's. Why did they care? As Severus had explained it wasn't really him per say who had killed Voldemort. It was more Severus himself, by binding Voldemort to an Oath, more his mother who simply refused to back down, and had made Voldemort break his promise. He had merely been a vessel, to something more powerful than any living witch or wizard.

"Weasley, Ronald!" Harry took a deep breath. He was next, only he and Zambini remained.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Winchester, Harry." Chatter broke out at the first name. Heads shook in denial of outrages claims made by friends. Harry sat on the stool, small and insignificant, hope turned to reluctant acceptance. Harry hated being nothing, but it was far better than being the top something.

"Hello Mr. Winchester. I have been waiting to meet you. Fret not, you are in my eyes a Winchester, and seeing as I at the end of the day am merely an enchanted object it is the only thing I may refer to you as such. Now, let's pick that brain of yours!"

"NO!"Harry mentally shouted. He didn't want anyone to know the dark secrets. He didn't want anyone to know of every crack and break he held.

"I have seen true darkness and was not able to speak of it, to warn any. What I see remains in the fabric of my being, and will only be revealed at my destruction. But with such numerous secrets, it will be lost in a sea of sound." Harry relaxed slightly and nodded. "Such cunning and ambition, with a healthy dose of righteousness. Smart too, when you wish to be...loyal even to those who in the end didn't deserve such kindness...Harry, you are happy now? Yes?" Harry nodded once more, the blackness he was staring at beginning to unnerve him. The hat sounded so sad. "Yes, that is good. You would do amazing in Slytherin, but take heed they already have to world set against them. Gryffindor would do you well, but perhaps you will not meet your own potential. The choice is yours." Harry lifted the brim of the hat to gaze between the two tables.

"My parents...my real parents, they were?"

"Gryffindor, until the very end." No more needed to be said.

"GRYFFINDOR!" Loud roars came from the table, but Harry had looked over to the Slytherins. Draco gave him a thumbs up and a smile. Harry beamed back before rushing off to the Gryffindor table. Zambini was sorted into Slytherin and then the hat was swiftly taken away. Dumbledore moved to the podium, gazing at them with warm blue eyes.

"Such excitement this year! A few announcements before we dine. The Forbidden Forest is of course, strictly forbidden." He sent a significant look towards the Weasley twins, causing a spatter of laughter. "As is the third floor corridor, to all those who do not wish to die a slow and painful death." Harry did a double take at that. It did not sound like a warning. It sounded like a threat. "May I introduce a few new faces to you all? Our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Quirrell." A man with a purple turban stood up d gave a quick bow. "Our new Potions Apprentice Professor Singer." Sam stood and tried to bow, managing to knock a few things over. He immediately pulled a face, trying to correct the skewed cutlery and glasses, only to knock over more in the process. He sighed and sat in defeat. "Our Herbology Apprentice, as well as Greenhouse and Grounds Watcher Professor Novak." Castiel stood gracefully and bowed, swiftly regaining his seat. Mutters began to go around about the Apprentices' attire. "Lastly, Our DADA Apprentice Professor Winchester." Harry felt several stares, and gave a weak smile. Dean threw up a sarcastic peace sign from his seat. "Our Apprentices' may differ from us, but you will show them respect." That brought about a new round of whispers. Different how? "Now, let us feast!"

"Finally." He heard Ron say. An identical set of redheads placed themselves on either side of Harry.

"Hey there Winchester, a little birdie-"

"and by that he means old Headmaster"

"- has said that daddy dearest-"

"-holds influence."

"Yeah, they both do." Harry responded, laughing at the gobsmaked expressions. The twins immediately wrapped their arms around the small boy.

"Allow us to introduce ourselves." The said in unison, which Harry thought was very cool.

"He's Fred."

"He's George."

"Nice to meet you. May I add that my uncle is also here?" Harry said with a grin. The responding glints of silver and gold made Harry beam. Cas looked over sharply, causing Dean to give him a questioning look.

"What's up?" he asked in a low whisper. Cas continued to watch the twin boys, very much aware of their strange connection to Harry.

"We should seek counsel with Harry after curfew."

"Ah, come on. It's his first day. Let him live a little. Plus we gotta work tomorrow." Dean said, taking another slice of pie for himself. Thank Merlin for replenishing plates! "He'll be fine."

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A small girl with blond ponytails skipped up the street, humming softly. This girl's name was Elizabeth, known as Eli but her friends and family. She was 7 years old, liked ponies, and was completely pathetic. She kept begging to go home, to please go back to the zoo so her family could find her. Lilith gave a little giggle at this, walking up to a pair of boys who were sitting on the roundabout.

"Hello."

"Get lost!" one of them said with a sneer. "Or Piers and I are gonna start throwing stones." The girl glared, eyes turning a pearl white. The boy began to cough harshly, falling to his knees.

"I am looking for a man in plaid." she prompted. Piers rapidly nodded his head.

"I ate saw him I swear. Fucking freak like Big D's cousin! Disappeared right in front to my own eyes right by the sweets shop down in London." His companion ceased his hacking and laid back. Pierre let out a sound of relief.

"Thank you!" Lilith chirped, before smoking out of her host. Pierre shakily nudged his friend to help him with the now unconscious girl. Only she was no longer breathing.

"Damn check out the digs." Dean said with a low whistle. There was a Queen sized four poster bed against the far wall, donning a dark blue comforter. The walls were soothing off-white, with cream trimming. Warmth radiated from the lit fireplace. Dean placed his shrunken Impala on a deep brown dresser, moving his clothes out of bags and into drawers. He gave a sad smile to realize it only filled a single drawer. Learning that Harry was rich had been a shocker to all of them. The boy had tried to repay them for all the things they had gotten him, which they had not accepted. Harry was such a good kid, and it was strange to think that the boy had been meant to be a part of their life all along. Dean figured that if he had been raised by Bobby he would be virtually the same if not more sarcastic. He would have seen Harry as another brother to prank, rather than someone to look out for. Maybe his father would have tried harder if Harry had been around, reminded how easily one could lose their family.

"Dean." Dean hastily wiped at his eyes, refusing to look at Cas, pretending to rummage through his drawer. He felt a hand on his shoulder, the same one that had the angel's mark. "I need to speak with you and Sam." Dean nodded.

"Yeah...yeah go get him." There was a small flutter and Dean allowed himself to sink to the floor. There was no use wondering about what could have been. This is what was happening now, this is what mattered. He pushed down his sadness and regret, Just had to push past the pain.

"I thought for sure Harry Potter would come to Hogwarts." a sandy haired boy said with an Irish accent. "Couldya imagine? We'd be house mates."

"Can it Seamus, you talked about Potter the whole train ride, just give it a rest." A light skinned black boy complained from where he lay on his own four poster bed.

"Harry Potter didn't come because he is missing, Dean." Ron retorted smugly, feeling lucky to finally be the center of attention. HE was the one with information on Potter, and no everyone would want to be friends with him.

"Wh-what do you mean he's missing?" Neville asked shakily. "Was it D-Death Eaters?"

"No, there was no Magic, which meant Muggles kidnapped him. I heard his uncle got shot right through the head and then their house exploded!" Harry pulled Danny a bit closer, the small pup nuzzling his neck. Neville had screwed his eyes shut at the thought of someone losing their whole family like that. "They can't find his Aunt though, which means theirs foul play going about." Ron's smug look fell slightly at the depressed atmosphere that he had created.

"How can you be excited by that?" Harry barely managed to whisper.

"No. It's not- I didn't mean it like that. I was just..." Ron floundered for words, looking like a koi out of water. Dean Thomas shook his head and closed his bed curtains.

"That ain't right." Seamus commented before he too closed his curtains. Ron hung his head in shame. He was just tired of being overshadowed by his vast family. He just wanted to seem special, rather than just be known as Fred and George's little brother.

"You've upset Neville." Harry said. Ron looked up abruptly to see that the chubby boy had still refused to open his eyes. "You should think before you speak Ron. Words hurt just as much as punches. I thought you would have realized that since this earlier tonight." Ron rubbed the back of his neck. "But I forgive you, again, because we all make mistakes." Danny wiggled down from the bed and yipped at Neville until he was picked up. Neville looked at Harry questioningly and Harry nodded. Neville's bed curtains fell shut, leaving only Ron and Harry.

"Why are you friends with Malfoy?" Ron asked. "You seem like a good bloke, and well you ended up here, and he ended up in Slytherin."

"I could've been in Slytherin. What's wrong with that?" Harry questioned.

"Well...they're opposites! All Slytherins are evil!" Ron spluttered.

"Severus says there is no good or evil, just people making the world better on how they see fit. We all see things a bit differently. How do we ever know if we are ever really doing right? Uncle Sam quoted some old dude who said more or less, that critical thinking is the only thing that makes our species decide evil or good. The tiger cannot choose to be evil because it does not think about its actions. It acts on instinct."

"I'm going to bed." Ron stated, closing his curtains. Harry was left to his thoughts, mostly those of his aunt and cousin. He sighed and padded out of bed, and down to the common room. KitKat toddled after him, and they sat in a chair near the fireplace. Everything was so garishly red and gold and it kind of hurt his eyes. Maybe he should have picked Slytherin, he would be close to his first friend, and Severus too.

It was strange, to be Harry Winchester, when he had only ever been just Harry, and everyone was expecting Harry Potter. The life he had was gone, and he wasn't going to let this one go. He wasn't afraid, he would be brave enough, and make Gryffindor proud. Just as long as his family and friends were there to catch him when he fell. Yes, he agreed being a Winchester was best, because when one tripped among a sea of others, a hand or two would come out to steady you. Heroes, on the other hand, were alone on a pedestal, and when they fell, the crowds only gathered to watch, not to catch. The fire snuffed itself out, a pair of bright blue eyes continuing to stare into darkness, a black necklace pulsing in time with its owner's heartbeat

HALVES Danny Phantom/Supernatural crossover.

Dean has landed himself in purgatory, and comes across a mysterious duo who claim they don't belong there either. Phantom and Danny now 24 have been in Purgatory for about a week, and still have no clue how to get out, meaning Dean is their only hope. Meanwhile Vlad encounters a lost and confused Sam Winchester while attempting to figure out what happened to Danny when he died. Sam agrees to help Vlad, hoping to keep his mind off the mistakes he's made leading up to Dean being taken away. Takes right after defeating Dick Roman, years in the future in DP universe.

Heathens Danny Phantom

Two universe collide where in one Daniel Masters joined Vlad after killing his friends and sister during his portal accident. His best friends are humans Ember. Johnny, Shane Doe, and Kitty. A switching amulet causes Daniel and Danny to switch places, and Daniel decides he does not want to go back home, and Danny will not be allowed back if that world's Vlad has anything to do with it. Short story based on song of same title

UNDEAD SECRETS Steven Universe/Danny Phantom

When Steven's cousin Danny comes for a visit, the halfa discovers that ghosts may just be a race of supergems. A prophecy that Garnet saw long ago hovers over her as she fears Steven (the halfa gem) will bring the end of the world. Started before Gem Drill, so deviates from the timeline there, the apocalypse coming forth.