Demons Run When Good Men Go to War

by FandomCameo

After reading John's journal and finding his unfinsished mission of saving a boy named Harry the boys agree to finish it. Or rather the decision is made for him as Heaven's plan is derailed and their wrath is brought down upon them, forcing them to escape with Cas.However, certain events lead them to believe finding Harry might have been Plan A, and the apocolypse will come anyways

8. Be or Do Not Be, There is No Stage

Chapter: Be or Do Not Be, There is No Stage.

A/N: I had written the names of Riley and his wife Michelle, not realizing that the wife was named Michelle in the actual episode too. Or maybe I did know, subconsciously. Supernatural obsessions are real.

Sorry for being gone so long, a lot of personal stuff was thrown at me all at once. Hopefully this is good length for you guys :)

"Cianre!" A man called out to his son. The teenaged boy turned, his face lit by the soft glow of fireflies. "Check the fences as well. We do not want the sheep to escape us." The boy nodded, making his rounds through the small magical village. He took a lap around the fence, giving it a kick every now and then. He would at times spot an animal on the other side of the wards and jump through to scare them. He stopped as he heard a rustling nearby. A grin appeared on his face and he crouched low, prepared to jump the fence. He stumbled back when a Muggle looked around in the empty fields near them. He sent out a small field mouse, alerting his father of the potential threat. There was a bleating of a sheep.

"Shel! Shel get over here, you stupid sheep." Cianre pressured, seeing the sheep further down the fence. She slipped through, running through the field. "Bloke better not take our sheep." The teen muttered, watching as the Muggle noticed the creature. He had not been expecting the man to attack, or for red to stain Shel's cotton. "Dad!" Cianre shouted, running back towards the center of the village.

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Harry yawned as he walked to the Great Hall, up earlier than normal. Danny and Kit Kat were walking with him, free of leashes for the moment. A few paintings greeted him and he nodded respectfully in return. He wanted to talk to Sam about how Dean had reacted to the Boggart, but the man was still away in France.

"Get on in there." Harry told his pets, ushering them into the fireplace. He stepped in as well, gaining entrance to Dean's room. His Dad was still asleep, Pa sitting by the desk, staring at nothing.

"Pa?" Cas blinked a few times before smiling warmly at Harry. He extended a hand, inviting Harry to the table. Harry took a seat, gazing at the angel for a few moments. "Has Dad said anything about the forest?"

"No. He claims it was not his fear, he was trying to show you Vernon could not hurt you again." Cas explained, playing with the grain of the table. "He is being stubborn."

"Yeah, I figured." Harry replied. "DAD WAKE UP!" Dean jolted awake, reaching for the gun under his pillow.

"What's going on? What?" Dean wearily opened his eyes, glaring at his son. Harry gave him a lopsided smile. Dean was always grumpy if he was woken up. The Hunter let go of the gun, sitting up. He glanced between Cas and Harry before falling back onto the bed. He knew those looks. The thing was, he didn't think he was ready to talk about what happened in the forest. Fear for his son, fear of his son, fear of himself. Dean frowned at the ceiling, regretting not salting and burning the large Dursley's bones. "Is this an intervention? I promise only one beer a day." He joked, still refusing to look at them.

"Dad. I know you feel bad about killing my uncle." Harry said carefully. Dean sat up with a huff.

"Sammy is your uncle. That man is a no good piece of shit who…"

"Who is still my uncle." Harry interrupted. "Was my uncle. He didn't stop existing just because you shot him." Dean looked down at his hands. He should have known this would come up. Harry had fought so hard to go back and save the man, despite the fact Vernon had welcomed the boy's death. He didn't get it, and yet he did. Family was family, even if they sucked. That horrible man was the closest thing Harry had to a father figure in his life, and the then ten-year-old was not willing to give that up.

"I know. But I wish that were the case." Dean heaved a sigh, standing up and pacing the room. He didn't know how to react to Harry's pressing of the issue. He really did wish that having shot the man would have made all the bad he did just disappear. He peered at Harry through his fingers, seeing the boy give Cas a concerned look. As terrible as it was to think, without all that suffering, Harry wouldn't be Harry. Dean sat back on the bed, the frame creaking under his weight. "I shot a man. A human. That's my job. Saving people, hunting things. Hunting monsters. Nothing you can say will convince me that Vernon Dursley was not a monster."

"When…when does it stop becoming fear and bad decisions? When do you become a monster?" Harry asked. It was a valid question, something he often wondered. Not just about his uncle, but about Tom Riddle, himself, at times about his new family.

"You become a monster the moment you lay hands on an innocent person with the intention of hurting them." Dean clarified. "Fear is a part of life, but it's supposed to make you stronger internally, not externally." Harry nodded.

"When will Sam be back?" Harry asked softly. He missed the hardening of Dean's eyes.

"Tomorrow."

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A red haired nurse strode through the medical bay, ignoring the various greetings of her coworkers. Upon finding the room she was looking for she entered, locking the door behind her. Taleven turned to look at her, confused when she began to write on the walls. His head began to ache as he recognized the symbols she was drawing. Location runes, the woman must have been under imperius.

"Nurse!" Taleven yelled. "Nurse!" there was a rattling from the other end of the door. He saw the male nurse peer through the window, alarm on his face. "Help!" The door was blasted down, clipping the red haired woman. Her head gave a crack on the floor, and yet she still did not react in anyway. Taleven began to shake, because it was too late. The rune was finished; they would know where he was. He closed his eyes tightly but no inner voice appeared. He sighed, laying back against his pillows. The nurse was caring for his coworker, and he was left to stare at the rune. Taleven did not look away from it, he didn't want to miss the black mist. He would be ready this time.

The demon hiding dormant in his body grinned.

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The week passed without much issue, the closer Thursday approached the more excited Harry became. The boy was so preoccupied by the thought of Flying Lessons that he barely noticed the growing discord between the Winchester brothers. If he had, he would have realized that Sam was spending more time down by the dungeons, and that Dean had taken up his normal training regime again. Yet, Thursday was finally here and the eleven-year-old was chattering away to Cas about his excitement. The angel smiled and nodded in the appropriate places, but his mind was elsewhere too. The attacks on the unicorns had started up once more, and he could not warn his friend Hagrid about what it really was. Harry gave him a brief hug before running over to the Gryffindor table and joining the enthusiasm there.

Cas joined the Head Table, not bothering to look for Dean for he knew the man was out running the grounds. Sam and Severus were pouring over a text, with the Hunter asking various questions. The angel gave a sigh and turned to the cat lady. She regarded him with a silent look that made him turn away to sulk. He saw as Draco got up from his seat to speak to Harry. A few more trailed behind him, a group of green suddenly engulfed by red and gold. Harry welcomed them all warmly, encouraging their conversation. Cas sighed. It seemed as though Harry would always be pure, no matter who was raising him.

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"Alright students, pick a broom. Quickly now, quickly." Madame Hooch called out. The first years scrambled to find one that was neither too crooked nor had too many bristles missing. Harry shrugged and chose one near his friends. "Everyone have a broom then? Good! Now raise your right hand over the broom and say 'Up!', the broom should raise itself from the ground to your palm." Madame Hooch blew her whistle, signaling them to begin.

"Up." Harry said, the broom smacking up into his hand. It took his friends a few more tries, Hermione looking a bit more frazzled than the rest. He knew she had spent a lot of time reading up on flying safely, and figured she was nervous. It took her three attempts to get the broom to her hand, but it did not seem to ease her mind. Madame Hooch demonstrated the proper way to mount, walking the lines and correcting a few students. Harry snickered slightly as Draco was corrected, causing the blond to blindly kick off to the side in hopes of hitting him.

"Excellent form Mr. Winchester." Madame Hooch complimented, her yellowish eyes getting a scheming glint to them. "Now!" She said to the class. "You will kick off from the ground on my three count, hover a few feet and then touch right back down. Ready? One…Two…"

"Aaah." Neville cried out, wobbling on the broom that was rising steadily. Madame Hooch sharply blew her whistle, giving him a stern look. Harry could see that his dorm mate was shaking, with a death grip on the broom handle.

"Mr. Longbottom!" The hawk like professor scolded. "Get down here this instant!"

"He can't." Harry blurted. "He's going to fall!" Neville did exactly that, crumpling against the grass with a sharp cry. Madam Hooch rushed over, pulling the boy up into a sitting position, revealing a pale white face.

"Broken wrist." She muttered, bringing the boy to his feet. "Stay on the ground, all of you. If I come back to find even a single one of you in the air, you will be gone faster than your little excursion lasted." The professor quickly escorted the boy away, whispering reassurances. Theodore Nott gave a little scoff, and Harry noticed the small smile that Draco was trying to contain.

"Did you see his face then?" Theodore asked, causing Draco to laugh.

"Leave him alone." Harry said tersely. Theodore rolled his eyes.

"Of course you'd be friends with the crybaby, Winchester. This bloke can't even go to school without his parents." Nott announced, pointing with a thumb to the reddening Harry. Draco shoved Theo away from his laughing friends, grey eyes hard as steel. Theo gave a small disbelieving laugh, before stepping into the blonde's personal space, towering over the boy. "You have a problem Malfoy?"

"Yes, your idiotic face is the first." Draco shot back. He kicked out as Theo grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pulling the tie around his neck tighter. A few of the other students gasped, but did not move to help. Theo was one of the biggest kids in their year, not to mention they all knew next to little magic. The taller Slytherin was yanked back by his collar, and lifted into the air. He whipped his head around in surprise to see that Harry was the one who had intervened. The Gryffindor was a natural on the broom, but that was not what was aiding him in his revenge. No, Theo was looking into a powerful electric blue. The Slytherin did not even shout as he was deposited in a nearby tree. Harry circled back to the group, touching down just as McGonagall came striding out onto the field.

"Mr. Winchester!" she hissed, closing in on him. Harry hung his head in exasperation.

"Fuck." The transfiguration Professor's eyes widened almost comically.

"MR. WINCHESTER!" Harry was led away from the group by his ear. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted a glint.

"Wait." Harry said quickly, moving out of her grip expertly. She seemed a bit surprised by this, but that quickly changed to delight when the boy snatched up a remembrall that was approximately ten yards away. Harry jogged back up to her. "Uhh…" he turned so that his ear was open to her. She shook her head and began leading the boy by the shoulder instead. "Will I be expelled?" it was asked so quietly that she had almost missed it. She turned to look at the boy, who seemed as if he would sick up. She did not comment, continuing through the halls. She knew that Harry was a smart kid, and sure enough the boy quickly noticed that they were not heading towards the Headmaster's office.

"Wait here." She instructed, entering a classroom. Harry leaned up against the door, hearing her ask for wood. He blanched, for while he was smart, he was also scarred. Was wood a torture instrument that they would use on him for his disobedience? Was it similar to the paddle that Vernon had said they would use on him in year six? His spiraling anxiety halted the moment a teenage boy stepped out of the room with McGonagall. The professor continued on without a word, the two boys following. Harry cast a few glances at the older boy, assessing him. The boy was short for his age, a bit stocky, but lean nonetheless, an athlete. Close cropped brown hair, and kind eyes, that were now staring back at him. Harry quickly looked away. He aspired to be like his Dad, whom could assess a person with a single glance. It was to both boys' confusion that they entered an empty classroom. "Wood, I have found you a seeker."

"Really, who?" Wood asked in excitement. Harry raised an eyebrow, completely lost.

"This is Harry Winchester." McGonagall said, placing both hands on the first year's shoulders. The kind eyes were now obsessive as Wood seemed to evaluate him on the spot. The teen actually had the gall to shoo the Professor away from the boy as he circled him. Harry stood with a look of complete bewilderment as Wood lifted his arms and made comments such as 'very lean', and 'aerodynamic'. He stopped in front of the first year and held out his hand.

"Oliver Wood, an extreme pleasure to meet you." Harry took the hand, smiling brightly. "But professor, what about the rules against first years owning brooms?"

"Well that is very simple Mr. Wood." McGonagall responded. "He will simply borrow one from me." Harry could not help but to think how Slytherin of her that was. He nodded and smiled at the appropriate places as Wood explained the training schedule to him, as well as setting up a time to go over the basics of the game. When the boy had finished McGonagall sent him back to class. A quick word had Harry spitting repeatedly as the taste of soap entered his mouth.

"What the... pleh!" Harry wiped at his tongue harshly with his sleeve but it would not disperse the flavor.

"That is for swearing Mr. Winchester." She explained, walking away. "It will wear off eventually."

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"Report." A small wispy bird said. Kingsley looked up from his paperwork, eyes haggard. Tonks was still missing, and now they had reports of a Muggle man dangerously close to a magical village. He was hoping for good news from the patronus. "We observed the subject for several hours, and it seems as if he has an unsustainable appetite for raw meat. Non harmful spells cast on him had varying degrees of affectivity. The only positive note that could be assessed was that he has not yet attacked a human, nor seem aware of the magical village."

"Return message. Come on back, I will have our Creature specialist out to observe." The ghostlike bird condensed into a small ball before zipping away. Kingsley dragged his hands down his face. He was usually a calm and collected man, but the loss of their student was really dragging on his conscious. While he would like to send every available Auror to bring her home, it was not procedure, nor realistic. "Where have you gone Nymphadora?"

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Harry tapped his fingers against the dinner table nervously. Perhaps nervous wasn't the best word, excited, but also afraid. He was completely ignoring Theodore Nott, who was glaring at him from across the room. Harry was worried about his family's reaction to him getting on the team. He had been using his powers when he lifted Nott into the tree but McGonagall didn't seem impressed until he found the Remembrall. Heaving a sigh, he turned to face Draco. The blond gave him a look from the corner of his eye, but continued to converse with Fred Weasley. Harry gave a huff, giving Draco a pointed look. Draco rolled his eyes and turned to face Harry, leaning in close.

"What is it?" Draco asked, grinning. "Need more attention Sir Rule Breaker?"

"Draco, what does a Seeker do again?" Harry confided. The blond was confused, and it showed on his face.

"They hover about and look for the Golden Snitch that ends the game. Was this so important?" Harry wavered his hand with a look of unease. Realization clicked in the Slytherin. "You're on the team." Fred poked his head closer.

"So you are why Wood has been walking about as if he'd been kissed by the prettiest of ladies…. or blokes…. he does make me wonder…." Fred trailed off. George shoved his brother's head onto the table in order to lean over himself.

"Knew I liked you mate! Slytherin doesn't stand a chance!" Sapphire eyes looked over to Draco. "No offense."

"Why doesn't Slytherin stand a chance?" Lee Jordan asked. He was a rabid Quidditch fan, and was eager to jump on the news. Fred and George sandwiched Harry between them.

"Well in addition to the wondrous Weasleys," Fred said dramatically, turning up his nose in fake pretentiousness.

"We've got Winchester. He must be good if she's bending the rules."

"A first year Seeker?" Lee exclaimed, causing the news to spread like wildfire until it hit the head table. Sam smirked at the shocked expression on the Potion Master's face. The younger Winchester enjoyed the professors more emotional moments, it was always surprising to see the man react with anything other than cynicism or sarcasm.

"It seems your son will be a celebrity regardless." Severus muttered as Dean questioned the excitement."The youngest Seeker in over a century." Dean jumped up from his seat.

"Yes! Athletic son, I win Sammy!" he crowed with a laugh. He saw Harry shake his head in exasperation. He flashed a large grin and a double thumbs up before turning to his brother and clapping him on the shoulder. It wasn't until his hand made contact that his mood shifted. Sam's large brown eyes were looking at him with a mix of hope and trepidation. He hadn't really spoken to his brother is a few days. Dean coughed awkwardly, giving his brother a few more pats on the arm. Sam watched sadly as Dean left the Head table, wishing to celebrate with the Gryffindor table. He looked down as he felt another touch on his arm. It was Severus, and even though the man was simply glaring at the obnoxiousness of the red and gold sea of students, he knew the man was attempting to comfort him. Sam placed a large hand over the pale one, watching his nephew humbly accept the attention he was receiving.

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Dean had just taken off his boots for the night, laying back on the bed when the fireplace announced a visitor. He didn't move. If it were Cas he knew the angel would go to sit at the table before speaking if he wished to. Harry would slam into him in a few seconds, or rather the pets would reach him first and Harry would join them. He was not expecting the familiar thud of Sam's footsteps.

"Dean…are you ignoring me?" his brother sounded so lost, but Dean was still upset, so he did not reply. "Look, I did what I had to…"

"I screamed for you." Dean said, forcing himself not to fall into the memories hovering before his eyes. "I screamed for you to save me."

"There wasn't anything – "

"I screamed. All of Hell knows your name." Dean continued. Flashes were appearing when he blinked so he focused on a small stain above him. Sam moved closer, concerned for his older brother. He sounded hollow. "I screamed." Sam's hesitant touch was too much for the older hunter and he shot up, twisting the arm away from him. Sam gave a grunt, forcing Dean away. Green eyes were slightly unfocused, but his decisions were clear. His fist connected solidly against Sam's face. Sam instinctively fought back, but the fight did not get much further. The fireplace came to life once more, Cas stepping through.

"Albus wishes to speak to you."

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There was a small creak as Harry moved to sit on the side of his bed. The excitement of the day was over, and he was left alone with his thoughts. He hadn't touched the mirror in a while, and his eyes drifted to where he had it hidden. He shuffled his slippers out from under his bed, Danny perking up as he heard the slight jingle of his leash. Harry had taken to going out on a nightly walk since his incident with the Headmaster. He walked around aimlessly most nights, simply thinking about what he had done. It was murky in his mind, and he wondered if that was his fault, or the Headmaster's. He heard one of his dorm mates get up, so he paused.

"That you Harry?" came the sleepy voice of Ron. Harry got up and walked into view.

"Yeah, I was about to go for a walk." Harry explained, holding the leash a bit higher. Ron nodded, giving a large yawn.

"Mind if I come with?" Harry shrugged, and waited for Ron to get ready. He didn't necessarily think that talking with Ron about his problem would help. He liked Ron, but the boy had the interest span of teaspoon. He felt Ron could be really great if he didn't let himself get caught in his brothers' shadows. Harry found it odd that the fire in the common room was still lit as they descended the stairs. There was a slight crinkle of an aged page.

"Hermione?" Harry called out. He didn't want to risk going out if it was one of their Prefects up late studying. A mess of brown hair popped up from the back rest as she sat up. "We're going out to walk Danny." Ron began to poke at Harry. "Do you wish to come with us?"

"No. I will not participate in your rule breaking." She sniffed, going back to her book. Harry quietly mimicked her and continued to the door. He wasn't angry at her, it was just a funny phrase to him, as his family constantly broke the rules. Hermione stood up as she realized that the boys intended to still go out. "Where exactly do you think you are going?" She berated, coming around the armchair to follow them to the portrait. Ron rolled his eyes.

"I didn't have any specific place in mind. Why? Wanna go somewhere?" Harry replied, opening the portrait and stepping into the hall. It was delightfully quiet in the stone hall, with a bit of a chill soothing him.

"This is very irresponsible. I understand that your dog must be walked, but you can't just wander at night. Just because your family is…" she trailed off as she heard the click of the door closing behind her. The Fat Lady was gone.

"Guess you are coming with." Ron muttered, following Harry who had begun to walk away. Hermione spent a few more moments waiting in front of the portrait, before she ran after them. She was given a sidelong glance by Ron.

"So where are we going?" she asked. Harry didn't respond, already lost in his thoughts. She watched him for a while. It didn't really look like the boy was seeing where he was going, yet continued to maneuver as if nothing was wrong. Danny emitted a low whine and sat still, cocking his ears up and tilting his head. Harry stopped and looked at his pet. Danny sniffed around, and Harry simply let the leash fall to the ground. "Harry?" The husky bolted, the raven haired boy racing after it. Ron and Hermione shared a look of alarm and began to run as well. The boy and his dog were fast, but Ron had no problem keeping up with his long gait. Hermione on the other hand was begin to huff as she grew tired. A hand wrapped around hers and she was being pulled along, her heart pounding.

"What is it?" Harry whispered to his dog, who was scratching at a nearby door. Harry leaned against it, but could not hear anything on the other side. Danny continued to fuss as Ron and Hermione stopped next to them.

"Tell me where they are my pet." Hermione grabbed Harry by the arm.

"That's Filch." She hissed, the grip on her other hand tightened. Harry grabbed the leash and tried to pull Danny away. The dog refused, letting out a small bark. Ron tried to open the door to find it locked. The boys began to panic, so Hermione shoved them out of the way and took out her wand. "Alohomora."

"Over here?" the voice was closer. The children ushered inside the room, closing the door behind them. Danny pattered away, the leash dragging behind him. "Eh, seems we just missed them, love. Don't worry…we'll get them."

"Why doesn't he check the door?" Ron whispered loudly into Hermione's ear. She elbowed him in the stomach to get him to back up.

"He thinks it is locked." She responded. Harry took a step back from the door.

"Why would they lock the door?" There was a low growl behind them. "Shush Danny." A soft huff sounded throughout the room, causing Harry to slowly turn around. He immediately nudged Hermione and Ron, who turned in an instant. The great Cerberus before them leapt to its feet in excitement, giving off three distinct barks. Danny yapped back as the three children yelled in fear. Drool fell to the ground in pools, causing the floor to become slippery. Harry dove for Danny's leash as the husky raced for the larger brown dog. "Danny! HOME!" He shouted over the barking and growls from the others. The small puppy turned to follow the command, dragging Harry across the floor on his feet. The Gryffindor whipped his head back, barely catching a glimpse at what the Cerberus was guarding. Hermione was frantically opening the door, getting it just as Harry and Danny crashed into her and Ron. The trio fell to the floor, Ron rolling over and slamming the door shut behind them with his foot. They all heaved sighs of relief.

"What the bloody hell was that!" he cried in alarm, getting to his feet and dusting himself off. Absentmindedly he extended his hand to Hermione, because his mother did not raise a boy that was disrespectful to women. Hermione huffed and got to her feet on her own, Ron not taking much notice. Harry was crouched by the door, placing his ear near the apparent crack under the door.

"I can't hear anything." Harry said, touching his hand to the wooden door. "What do you reckon is under the door?" Ron looked at him as if he had grown a second head.

"Mate! A three headed beast is behind the door." He stressed, twirling Harry around to face him.

"Honestly, Ronald." Hermione sighed, pulling him off of the shorter boy. "I saw it too Harry. A trap door, under his feet."

"His feet?! Why weren't you staring at its THREE. MASSIVE. HEADS!" There was a crack as Harry stuck the panicking red head across the face. A momentary silence followed as Ron's pale skin became reddened on his left cheek.

"Owowowowowowowowow." Harry hissed under his breath, shaking his hand out, and staring up at the ceiling in exasperation. He was unsure if his hit had even affected Ron, but he was certain that his hand felt as if it were on fire. At last Ron blinked slowly, his lanky arm bending to touch at the spot. Danny was racing around the two of them as Hermione stood there with bated breath.

"We should get back to the tower." The witch blurted, scooping up Danny's leash. Harry looked up at Ron with worried eyes, but the taller boy simply nodded and ruffled Harry's hair as they hugged.

"Thanks. Needed that." Ron muttered. Harry gave a small laugh that was cut short by a meow.

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"Lemon Drops." Severus said sourly, casting a death glare at the older Winchester for snickering. Dean rolled his eyes and shoved his hands in his jacket pockets. His beaten olive coat was collecting red droplets as they waited for the golden griffin statue to allow them entrance. The younger Winchester was staring at the statue curiously, having no need to worry about spilled blood. In fact, even the spectacular bruise that Dean had been very satisfied with had been vanished by the Potions Master. He rolled his shoulders forward, several pops being heard as the stepped onto the spiraling staircase. Dean noticed Castiel flinch at this. The angel had offered to heal him, but Dean had declined, he was a warrior.

"I like this staircase. It feels familiar to me." Cas spoke, though seemingly to no one. The atmosphere became both awkward and tense, though the angel was none the wiser.

"I like it too." Sam said. While he certainly felt out of place in this world of magic, the feeling must have been double for their angel friend. He still held himself like he imagined an angel would, proud and knowing. He could not think of anything else to say, so he turned to inspect the walls. Dean however, saw something else in Castiel.

"I hope to see one like this one day." It came out as a hoarse whisper. He awkwardly shifted to he could rest a hand on the angel's upper arm. Cas gave a small smile, though at the moment it did not completely reach his eyes. Or rather, his vessel's eyes. Dean could only imagine how limited the angel felt in a meat suit. He felt a small tingle run through his skin and sighed. He let his arm drop, changing to soldier stance because they were now reaching the top.

"There is no other like this." Severus intoned, though he was expecting the response that followed.

"Not on Earth." Severus did not turn around to acknowledge the answer. He was standing in a staircase with an angel. It sounded like a set up to a horrible joke. He vaguely noticed that Dean was now healed of all injuries. A curt knock and an invitation later they were all standing in the Headmaster's office. Dean resisted the urge to shuffle his feet like a scolded schoolboy.

"Thank you for coming my boys." Albus started, greeting them with a grandfatherly smile. Sam gave a tight smile, not really used to being claimed. He turned their attention to the man standing next to the desk. "Kingsley Shacklebolt. Head Auror."

"It is an honor to meet the two of you." Kingsley said in his warm voice. He moved fluidly to shake Sam and then Dean's hands. "Your father was always a great asset to us."

Albus felt a small shock run through him, as his eyes were immediately focused on Shacklebolt. He was unaware that the Auror had more than a passing glance of John Winchester. In fact, Albus himself was completely unaware of how unofficially involved John was with the Order of the Phoenix. Sam and Dean would have never understood, but he was not choosing his goddaughter over them, she just needed him most during that time. SHE had been a soldier, and had made him proud. A secret that would most likely be held in the grave forever floated between them. That Harry's survival was not only the ancient magics of the oath, such a powerful magic should have destroyed the toddler's core. He and Lily had spent hours pouring over texts to save her baby. Then in the end, she had turned her wand on him, and he had left with only a vague memory of a redheaded godchild with a boy that she loved more than anything. The same shock that John had felt when apologetic green eyes locked on him as a target, was the surprise that Albus felt about discovering this fifth business.

"You knew our father?" Sam asked, staring down at the hand that the Auror had touched. There was a crack in the mountain.

"Surely he has mentioned me?" Sam and Dean both shook their heads, now in awe of this man. A hand slipped into the folds of the robe, coming back with a well-worn photograph. He handed it to Sam. The younger Winchester carefully unfolded it, showing it to his older brother. It was their father and a younger Kingsley. John held a wand and Kingsley a shotgun, the two of them laughing. "Perhaps not, I'm sure you are both a handful, Scholar Sam and Daredevil Dean." Dean puffed up at this.

"We can catch up we hunting?" Dean asked. Albus relaxed his hands, letting them drop into lap.

"A muggle has been spotted near this magical village." Kingsley began, pointing to the location on the unrolled map sitting on Albus' desk. "To him it may appear to be an empty field. It has been recorded that he is consuming an increasing amount of raw meat each time he is spotted." Dean stuck his tongue to the roof of his mouth to stop from gagging.

"Rugaru." Dean guessed, looking to Sam for confirmation. Sam mulled it over a second longer before nodding in agreement. "Sam and I can handle this one alone. We gotta leave now though. There isn't much time left."

"Yeah, if we want to stop the transformation we'll need to get to him as quickly as possible." Dean gave his brother a dubious look, because he doubted that would be the outcome. Not one for goodbyes, Dean began to leave, only to feel a heavy hand on his shoulder. Normally he would have shot his arm back to grab his attacker at the elbow and then twisted away from the grip, but it was an odd calm that washed over him instead.

"The photograph." Dean snapped his eyes to the picture he still held in his hand. Sheepishly, he handed it back. "The local Auror will be waiting for you when you arrive. Do you prefer portkey, Apparation, or floo?"

"You said a Muggle was just walking on up to this village?" Kingsley gave a nod. "In that case, it's time for baby to get back on the road."

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Harry sat in the windowsill near the stairs to the boy's dormitory, hard at work. He flipped through another set of pages, comparing them with the notes from other books. He had been a tad bit obsessed with the trap door since seeing it. There were still several things left on his list, which was comprised of Muggle wishes such as A Fountain of Youth, A Crystal Ball, the Philosopher's Stone, A Draconite Stone and many more. He tapped his quill against the parchment. Perhaps he was looking at it wrong. He turned to look out the window, staring out at the forest.

"How do the unicorns fit in?" The first rays of sunlight peeked over the horizon. Harry sighed, rubbing his green eyes. The stone was cold as he leaned back, arms falling to his sides. In a fit he kicked all his papers to the floor.

Ron found him some time later, curled up in a ball on the windowsill, black ink leaking down the stones and papers ruined. The redhead took out his wand, screwing up his nose as he focused. He recited a spell that his mother frequently used, and to his surprise it actually worked. The ink crawled back to the well, the papers floating up and stacking themselves in a neat pile and the books fluttering to rest on the windowsill. Harry woke up to the sound of Ron's disbelieving laugh.

"I did it Harry! Mum would be so proud. I have to tell her. Get up, let's go, time for breakfast!" Ron shouted as he rushed back to the dorm. Harry heaved a tired sigh, letting his legs dangle over the edge. His mouth felt like cotton, and his vision was blurred. He gathered his materials without much thought and prepared for breakfast. He sleepily followed his dorm mate down, ignoring most of his friends as they greeted him. He gave a small oomph as he ran into someone.

"Watch it Winchester." Nott growled. Harry slowly looked up at him. A tired Winchester, blood related or not, was a dangerous and wild looking creature. Ron led Harry away by his arm, though the shorter boy did not end his glare in the Slytherin's direction.

"You are just like Charlie, I think." Ron mused, plopping the boy down in a seat and shoving a cup of juice in front of him. Harry dragged the cup closer and drank from it without lifting it.

"Thanks, Ron." Harry said. Ron nodded, pulling out his parchment and adding to the letter to be sent to his mother. Although he complained just as every other eleven-year-old boy did about their mother, he idolized her. In his eyes his mother was truly amazing. Ron did not see much hope for himself in ever achieving anything great like his brothers, or even Ginny. He would be a homemaker like his mother he assumed. He tapped the feather against his lips, wondering what type of girl would be okay with that.

"Good morning." Hermione greeted as she sat across from them. Ron rolled his eyes, while Harry responded in kind. Harry took a glance at the Head table, noting Sam and Dean's absence. He smirked a little upon seeing Severus scowl a little more than usual. He made his way over, not deterred by the Potion Master's glare.

"Where is Dad?" Harry asked Cas.

"He and Sam took a hunt. Nothing too exciting." Cas relayed. Harry shrugged and headed back to the Gryffindor table, Draco catching up to him. Conversation was easy and quiet until the post came. Whispers became more excited as a wrapped broom soared above their heads. The owl was not distinct, and so the recipient could be anyone. Harry gasped in surprise as it was left in front of him. He grabbed the note. It was a new broom from McGonagall, but he was not to open it until he reached the dorm.

"No way." He heard Ron exclaim. He looked away from the card to see at least three Weasleys snatching their hands away from the torn paper. Harry rolled his eyes and unwrapped the whole thing.

"It was very nice of Professor McGonagall to get me a broomstick." Harry mentioned. The boy was still unused to such kindness, especially from someone he regarded as mostly a stranger. He smiled a bit, because he knew that Severus would be conflicted over the idea of him having a nice broomstick.

"That's not just a broomstick, Harry, it's a Nimbus 2000!" Ron shouted. Whispers turned to pleas and arguments between friends. Seamus and Dean Thomas were shoving at each other playfully to get a better look. The twins touched the wood in amazement, their younger brother and Draco asking for a turn in unison.

"It's against the rules for a first year to have a broom." Hermione stated, ever the voice of misguided reason. The chattering quieted, but did not completely go away. Harry smiled at her.

"Winchesters were born to break rules." He responded cheekily, causing several boys nearby to holler in agreement. He vaguely heard Seamus congratulate his 'sick burn'.

"Yes, but you weren't really born into the name, you were adopted." Harry went from charged up to devoid of emotion in a split instant. The boy snatched up the broom and left the hall. Almost unanimously the Gryffindor table, and the spots of green, yellow and blue sitting at it, glared at her. She shrunk back.

"Granger, it's like the WINCHESTER kid always says." Fred began.

"Surely you must have heard WINCHESTER say it by now..." George added.

"Practically his motto." A Hufflepuff quipped.

"I love it, even though it is grammatically incorrect." A Ravenclaw continued.

"What are you talking about?" Hermione snapped defensively, her face tinging red. The gold and silver glints in the twins' eyes sparkled.

"Family don't end in blood."

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"Get your motor runnin'…head out on the highway!"

Sam reached out and switched off the music, turning to look at his brother. It was heading on nine o'clock, and Dean had not said a word to him. There were already several empty beer cans littered on the floor, and Sam prayed that they would not get pulled over. Dean was a surprising good driver even while intoxicated, but a cop would not be so easy to convince. Aside from the initial confusion about which side of the road to drive on, they had not a single issue. Sam had assumed that taking the case with his brother would pull that back together, but it seemed he had gotten his hopes up for nothing.

"Dean…" Dean gave a shaky breath, setting his beer in the cup holder.

"You remember that one song….by the script?" Dean asked, tapping a tune on the steering wheel. Sam raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't even know that you knew bands that didn't come on a cassette tape." Sam joked.

"Just praying to a God that I don't believe in." Sam felt bad for his joke. They were talking about Dean's time in hell now. His older brother was tired and broken, but always kept a brave face on. He could only imagine, the one time his brother ever openly asked for help, and no one had come. "How did you feel when I was gone? You were tuned in to the demon chatter, weren't you? Did you even hear me?"

"No. I didn't. I was being helped by a rogue demon. Look, I didn't know what to do, alright? But that's done, alright. I'm finished with it. No more powerups."

"No you're not." Sam cast half a glare at his brother. Yes, he was lying, but Dean was not supposed to be aware of it.

"What? You were PISSED!" Sam exclaimed, a tinge of anger in his voice.

"About the LIES! …alright, about the blood too…but, you need to do it again, or find the demon who trained you." Dean muttered. Sam could tell that his older brother was uncomfortable, but he could not find out why. The threat of Voldemort seemed feasible, but Sam doubted his powers would help them in any way. Except, noticing the slow jittering of Dean's leg, this wasn't about the offensive.

"Why?" A loaded question, but Dean stared it down just like any other gun.

"Harry has demon powers too." Brown eyes widened, and a small gasp uncharacteristic of his size escaped him. "Or rather, he is a demon, but also an angel which in the fucked up world of mythology gives you a wizard."

"When…how?" Cas had told them that Harry held a pure soul. Had something happened to his nephew while he had been away?

"All the damn witches and wizards are, except its permafused. Harry is special. There's no second guessing it now. We were plan B." Dean managed to say. He was worried about his son. Sam considered spilling the beans, and confessing to the potions and spells he was using to boost his powers. That would not help Harry though.

"I'll summon her."

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"My Lord, it seems as if my assistant is absent for the day. Would you care to examine the runt?" Quirrell asked. He held a strong dislike for both Dean and Harry Winchester, as they continued to upstage him.

"No. I have told you, I have no time for your petty disssagreementsss! I do have use for your knowledge on creatures however."

"Yes, my Lord."

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"Don't even think about it." Dean called out as he saw a teenager look at his car in amazement. The local Auror Puert Cerra had met them nearby and instructed them to park their car out of sight. Baby was now masked by the wards of the druid village, attracting a lot of attention from the residents.

"Cianre, please tell these two what you saw." Puert gestured to theteenager, the analytic green gaze of the older Winchester following. The teen nodded, coming over to stand by them. He gave each Winchester a firm handshake.

"I was inspecting the fence some time ago, when I noticed a Muggle in the field. No big deal I assumed, but then one of our sheep…Shel…she escaped and he…" The teen paused, the faintest gleam of sadness in his eyes. Just sadness, no horror, or disgust, only sadness. It was because of this that Dean did not expect the words that followed. "He ate her alive." Sam placed a large hand on the small boy, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "He has been back several times, eating raw meats, though never alive anymore."

"Thank you. Your information means a lot to us."

"What are you?" Cianre asked, receiving a smack from his father.

"Hunters." Dean said proudly. This caused a murmur to run through the crowd, several takes steps back. "Gray. Not the old black and white version." Dean hastily added.

"You can trust these men. You trust me, and I trust the man who trusts them." Puert assured the leader.

"My nephew is a wizard. The…uh…someone I am interested in is magical too. Family above all else." Sam added. Dean made a small face at the mention of a potential interest. His little brother had actually gone out and found someone. He smirked. Another assist to Dean Winchester. "I don't know what happened to you all, I will not pretend to understand, but I promise that I will keep your village safe." Dean raised an eyebrow at seeing a female actually swoon.

"We need your kid." Dean stated, hands in his pockets and stance wide. It was clear that it was not a question in any sense. Cianre stepped forward, despite his father brushing his fingers against the fabric of his cloak in an attempt to keep him still. "Alright, here's what we do."

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Bobby tapped his pen against the desk as the clock chimed in the background. He noticed people walking past the house and got up to close the curtains. Severus had explained to him several times that there were wards to keep the appearance of the house hidden to others, with false images of what was occurring in the gardens and windows, but Bobby thought curtains had been easier. It also reminded him that Severus thought his house to be safe from within. So Bobby did what he was known for, he began to research. He had already repainted the walls, but that did not erase the faded patched from his mind. It did not take him long to find what he was searching for, stashed hastily in the half attic.

"Jackpot." Bobby said sarcastically, pulling the things out. Portraits, both painted and photographed, unopened mail, tools, clothing. The last thing he pulled out was painfully familiar. A half dinged science fair volcano.

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"That is him." Cianre said, pointing to the man who was exiting the supermarket. He was carrying several bags, filled with what Sam assumed was raw meat. They had been sitting for hours, on the hunch that Dean had. Sam had been dubious, but Dean had been right about the man needing to make a food run. The man got into his car and pulled off, the impala following a few lengths behind. The druid in the backseat was fascinated by it all, running his hands over the leather interior. The house the man pulled up to was modest, a woman waiting for him on the steps. The man entered with only one bag, wiping at his mouth as he passed his wife. She looked a bit heartbroken, but still followed him inside.

"So he plans to go out later to eat." Dean assumed. "We will need your police dude to do his hocus pocus on the wife, and see what she is." Sam made a note of the house number in his pocket notebook. "We will wait by the road leading to your village, stop him and say it's restricted. He attacks us, it's too late. He doesn't, we question him."

"Maybe, we shouldn't tell Puert just yet. Don't want him jumping the gun if you know what I mean." Sam countered. Dean thought about it before nodding. They pulled around, not noticing the figure looming by the shed.

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Harry sat on Dean's bed, the broom laid carefully on the table. He WAS a Winchester. He hadn't even really been sure of his birth surname before coming to the wizarding world. Once more he wondered if he had made the right choice. A small snort from Danny interrupted his thoughts. The pup and Kit Kat were lying near the flames, snoring softly as they slept. Harry decided that he HAD made the right choice. They were all troubled souls, but it worked out. While none of them had really realized exactly what they were getting themselves into, they hadn't stepped down either. Dean and Sam took their positions at the school seriously, not barely skimming by to make the cover believable. Cas seemed to be fitting in, as much an angel could that is. The bell chimed, signaling the end of break. He got to his feet, fearing that the gift would be taken if he misbehaved. Delicate fingers ran over the broom, false blue locked onto it. With a sigh he left the room, warning his pets to be careful.

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"I didn't think he would walk." Dean mused aloud as they spotted the man from earlier. He and Sam slipped from the car silently, creeping up on the guy. The guy was doing a bit of creeping of his own, getting dangerously close to a lone woman. The bags he carried were dropped and left behind as he inched closer. Dean pulled his gun, kneeling down to aim. "Say when." He ordered. Sam watched the interaction anxiously. Sam felt the word on his tongue just as the man shook his head and stopped walking. The woman continued on, none the wiser. Dean lowered the gun, but did not reengage the safety. Cianre had been left at the village to tell Puert of their plan. Hopefully the Auror would decipher that they might stop the man before the field and meet them here. There was a gush of wind behind them, which Dean just barely caught. "Think of the Devil." He muttered, turning around and squaring up, only to let his head fall to the side in confusion.

"Cianre?"

"No time." He blurted, grabbing Dean by the arm and spiriting them away. Sam whirled around, eyes darting around for his brother. The potential Rugaru was gathering up his bags, but then threw those down as well. Sam patted at his own leg as he checked for cars before crossing the street.

"Hey, uh, sorry, can I talk with you?" Sam asked the man. The man, Riley, let out a small breath and nodded. Sam hadn't expected the man to agree. After several starts to failed sentences Sam decided to be straightforward. "This can be stopped."

"I...what are you…no it can't! I don't even know what it is." Riley stuttered, his eyes darting to the bags of meat. "Can it really? My wife, I want to be there for our baby. She'll think I'm crazy…" Riley continued to speak, but the whirring of gears in Sam's mind was drowning it out. Dean had been taken in an emergency by Cianre, not Puert. Which meant that either Puert needed back up, having discovered another monster or…

"Your wife is in danger." Sam interrupted, catching the man off guard. "Car. Now."

The squeal of the tires would have earned him a harsh look from Dean, smoke clouding the windshield as he pulled a U turn. Riley had a death grip on the seatbelt that he had not gotten to latch properly. Puert must have coerced the information out of Cianre and decided that he would check the woman himself. The Auror had either found himself in danger and sent out a distress beacon to the young man, or Cianre had not completely trusted the Auror. Sam didn't know which he was hoping for as they pulled up. He ran from the car to the door, bursting it to splinters with his large weight. Light spilled into the darkened foyer.

"Michelle!" Riley shouted, moving towards his tied up wife. Sam grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. Puert stepped into the room, wand held loosely between his fingers.

"Good, you brought the other one." Sam noticed the crumpled form of his brother off to the side. He was beginning to stir, so avoided looking at him.

"Cianre?" Sam called out, not seeing the boy anywhere. He feared the worse for the boy, but eventually the boy shakily walked in, took a single glance at Puert and ran behind Sam.

"So, how would you like to do this?" The Auror asked, holding the wand near Michelle's face before listlessly moving it down toward her stomach. Dean was moving now, almost like a tiger in the wilderness, the random patches of light illuminating his wild eyes.

"She hasn't hurt anyone." Cianre told Sam, gripping his arm. "She hasn't. She's Muggle."

"Y-You! I know you. You locked up my father!" Riley shouted, torn between attacking the man and running away.

"No, dear boy. I killed your father. Had I known this thing was genetic I would have killed you as well." Puert acknowledged. At first the similarities between this and the last monster he had put down had begun to confuse him, until he saw the framed photograph of Riley's late mother. They both remembered him as a police officer who had taken Riley's father. "Tie him up, would you? I discovered that incinerating them is best." He gave a small cry as he was tackled from behind, his wand rolling away from him. Sam snapped it underfoot.

"So what's it gonna be? Don't deny if you are reaching Hungry Hungry Hippo levels of hunger for humans. You gotta think of your kid, alright? Your wife here. You transform, what makes sure she isn't on the menu?" Dean asked. Cianre was shifting from foot to foot, wary of the Hunters, but also of the hunted.

"If you kill me though, she'll be left alone, won't she?" Riley said, not in an attempt to save himself, but in concern for his wife. Michelle began to sob, hunching over as much as possible in a feeble attempt to protect her baby.

"We will take her." Cianre declared, stepping in front of Sam. "My village. All creatures have rights. If the baby grows knowing of its heritage, perhaps we can counter it, create potions for it, otherwise it will have the nobility to be terminated before the transformation takes complete hold."

"Michelle?"

"Riley, don't. I am afraid. I don't know what's going on." Michelle pleaded. Riley walked over to her, giving her a final kiss on the forehead. Riley was usually a mild mannered man; the reason he had been able to resist the transformation so long. However, when his gaze landed upon Puert, he could feel his blood boil, and his appetite increase tenfold. Dean saw all this clearly, hoisting Puert up, and pushing him in the direction of the monster to be.

"Even monsters get a last meal."

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"Harry?" The boy stopped, allowing Hermione to catch up to him. "I just...I wanted to…"

"They saved me Hermione. They are my family." Harry said icily, moving on without her. The young witch made no move to follow, letting the milling crowds take him from her view. Harry on the other hand tightened his grip on his broom, upset. He was unsure of how much he actually believed what he had said. He tried to ignore the thought, rubbing at his chest as he left to the Quidditch Pitch.

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"Can you run though it just once more?" Kingsley asked, dipping his quill. Dean nodded.

"Sam and I were waiting for the man on the street, trying to catch him in the act so to speak. We had pipsqueak waiting in the village to tell Puert. Well, time is going by, we figure this guy isn't going to show. That's when Cianre abracadabra's himself to us out of nowhere. He takes me to the house, where Puert has a Muggle lady tied up, intending to kill her simply because she was preggers. I think he's crazy, try to talk it out with him, red beam hits me, and I'm out." Dean explained, turning to Cianre to continue.

"He tells me to drag Dean to the corner, or that he would knock me out too. Called him a filthy Muggle. He wanted me to be his alibi, and say that Dean attacked him because he was a witch Hunter. I...I went to hide in the other room." Dean clapped a hand on the teen's shoulder.

"Meanwhile, I'm confused on the side of the road, no idea where my brother went. I see the man, Riley, walking. He stops and turns around to go back home. Just placed the bags down and started walking. So I follow him in the car. Once he reaches the end of his driveway it's like he hears something and he bolts to the door, breaking it down. I get out of the car and hear it too. A woman pleading for help, his wife. I get in just in time to see Riley accidently step on the wand as he launches himself at Puert. It took seconds. Riley just sat down after that. He LET us kill him. Riley only attacked a human because he wanted to protect his wife and unborn child."

"Well, as it seems there are no guilty parties left to prosecute, the matter will be dropped. As for the Sanctuary Act, Cianre, you are not the leader of your tribe, and as such cannot extend the invitation. Without your father having witnessed the events first hand, he is also unable to extend the invitation." Kingsley responded. Cianre got to his feet is shock, only to be guided back down by the hand of his father.

"I had been thinking of stepping down for some time now. I cannot think of a better moment than this." Elinad reached beneath the collar of his robes to extract an amulet. "I am sorry that we are not doing this in the traditional sense, son, and that your friends will not be here to see." Cianre was at a loss of words.

"What are we, the dog?" Dean joked, giving the teen a congratulatory jostle. Cianre beamed and kneeled before his father.

"Just a moment." Kingsley said, standing. "Follow me." The sun crested over the mountain top.

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Cas watched from the ground as Harry flew in various loops to catch the golden snitch, even as Oliver Wood cheered him on. His gloved fingers encircled the snitch, eyes bright with joy. Cas cocked his head to the side as he heard Dean call to him.

[Attention, Can I have your attention please. Would a Mr. Castiel and Harry Winchester please stand up?] Cas smiled a bit, listening to the rest of the conversation and went to retrieve Harry. Oliver seemed surprised to see him there, but did not impede him. His adopted son floated down from the sky with such grace that it made the angel's wings flutter in anticipation. Blue locked with blue as he landed, causing the boy to smile brightly.

"We have been invited to a special event. Let us hurry." Harry nodded, following Cas. Oliver spluttered a bit before chasing after them.

"Look, I'm not saying you are not good. Believe me mate, you sure are. Practice makes perfect though." He said, gesturing with his hands almost erratically. Harry deferred to Cas for the answer.

"It is not every day that one is invited to a druid ceremony." This stopped Oliver in his tracks, becoming a distant dot.

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Harry nervously straightened his tie, keeping close to Cas and Kingsley. The Ministry of Magic was certainly the nicest place he had seen, but also the scariest. A few workers scowled at him before seeing that he was walking with one of the most respected men in the building, and turning it into an awkward smile. They entered a large amphitheater that had been charmed to appear as a light forest in the middle of fall. He heard Dean's loud laugh and looked over. Cas gave a small pat to let him know it was alright to walk over.

"Hi Dad." Dean turned and slung an arm around Harry's shoulders.

"Elinad, this here is my boy. Harry." Harry gave a polite bow to the man dressed in spectacular green robes. Honey brown eyes twinkled at him, and unlike those of Albus', Harry actually felt himself grow at ease. "Harry, this is Elinad, the Tribe Leader. His son, Cianre, helped us with the hunt." Harry cocked an eyebrow upon seeing the teenager. He was a redhead but not quite like the Weasleys. It seemed as if the boy had dyed his hair with flames themselves. Except, as Harry observed closer, he found the hair to be natural, his ember brown eyes glinting with pride.

"It is nice to meet you both." Harry replied, sticking out a hand for the teen. Cas joined them then, the adults going into their own conversation.

"I'm one hundred and seventeen, how old are you?" Cianre asked.

"ONE HUNDRED?!" Harry shouted in alarm, drawing a chuckle from Elinad.

"And seventeen." Cianre stressed, rolling his eyes a bit.

"I am eleven." It was Cianre's turn to be shocked. Eleven to the druids was still a baby, with such lifespans that many thought them to be immortal.

"It is time to begin." Elinad announced. The room was not filled with many people. The Winchesters, Kingsley, a few of Cianre's friends that had been brave enough to leave the village, as well as a few other Tribe Leaders of various allies. The artificial lights went out, the room illuminated by the pulsing of fireflies. Harry watched in awe, the contrast of the orange and green robes making the scene seem mystical.

"Watch carefully Harry." Harry nodded, not completely sure of who had said it, only that it had been a woman.

"I, Elinad, born of Earth, stand before you all as Tribe Leader. It is at this time that I announce the passing of title. Cianre, born of wonder, please rise." Cianre did so gracefully, watching the amulet in his father's hands carefully. It was currently a dark emerald in the shape of triskele. "Please identify yourself."

Harry had expected more talking to be done, but Cianre did not speak. Instead he lifted his palms in concentration, before a large chain of fire followed his smooth movements through the trees. He ran with his arms stretched out to his sides, the wavering and twists he made creating light trails behind him. Harry gasped in amazement, feeling as if he were at a performance. Cianre let the flames catch up to him, swirling around him. His father smiled, a knowing look in his eyes. This disappeared as the fire did, turning into a strong gust of wind that whipped his hair into a frenzy. Cianre disappeared and then reappeared several feet away. It was then that Harry began to hear the beginnings of music. The trees were warping to let the wind pass through them in a way that produced a variety of notes. With a large smile, completely unaware of his father's blank face, Cianre flicked his wrists up along to the tune, creating stone to levitate. He clapped his hands over his head, a raincloud appearing. The pitter patter of rain on the stones added to the music. Fire returned to the boy's palms as he danced. Harry held back a yell as he was grabbed by a fiery hand. Cas stumbled as Harry held on to him, and he in turn grabbed Dean. Sam tried to move but was snagged by his older brother. Cianre turned to see the group in awe. Dean shook his head in amusement before clapping a steady beat. Cas followed suit, as Harry and Cianre danced in a way that seemed like game of tag. At last he stopped everything, his guests behind him as he bowed to his father. Dean could see the questioning look Elinad held, and became worried. Harry took a half step closer to Cianre. The teen came up from his bow with a large smile that faltered upon seeing a pensive father. Elinad approached slowly.

"Cianre, born of All, please kneel." The teen fell to his knees in relief. "With this amulet, and this blessing, I transfer this power to you."

"I, Cianre, born of All, accept this power." the new Tribe Leader responded, standing as he did so. He was enveloped in a hug by his father.

"I knew you would be something special, ever since the day I found you." Elinad whispered with a fierce love. A cheer went through the guests as Elinad lifted his son's right hand in his left.

"Adopted." Harry whispered to himself.

"Let us dance, Harry!" Cianre shouted, gesturing for the eleven-year-old to join him and his friends. Harry beamed, rushing over.

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Dean took a swig from the bottled Butterbeer that a House Elf had brought him earlier, admiring his handiwork. The red devil's trap spread across the foyer in front of the Great Hall, blending right in with the rest of the Halloween decorations. He deftly caught the spray can that was thrown to him as Sam rounded the corner and dropped it in the bag at his feet. He in return tossed a Butterbeer to his younger brother, who clumsily caught it.

"Finished!" Harry called out, dropping his neon orange spray can into the bag. Dean ruffled his hair with pride. A lot had happened in the last few weeks, including the reparation of their small family. Some of the students were beginning to wonder why Dean and Sam would occasionally be missing, but for the most part, no suspicion had fallen on them. His Dads and Uncle were hits with the students, so Albus could find no reason to fire them.

"Alright, scamp, get to class." Harry gave a loud sigh, but turned and grabbed his shoulder bag. Sam noticed that the bag seemed to swing as if it were heavier than it needed to be, but did not mention anything. Harry passed eight traps on the way to class, careful to not jostle his bag. He had the mirror within it, beginning to get paranoid about leaving it in the dorm room. He also had several journals he was trying to create for his own Hunting purposes, looking up spells that could counteract the Muggle monsters. With the added weight of extra books for research about the trap door, his bag dug into his shoulder constantly. While this effected his writing in the slightest, it certainly seemed to ebb away when he was flying. Wood was still fascinated with him, practically doing a cheer routine each time Harry took flight.

"To your seats." McGonagall announced as the chime went off in the classroom. Harry slipped in beside Draco. Harry scribbled out notes as she spoke, rubbing at his shoulder as it began to ache. He eventually drifted away from the lesson, wondering if anything would really happen, and if he'd be able to prove his worth as a Hunter. Harry had just received his button when there was a knock at the door. Dean entered, a few of his female classmates immediately trying to primp. Harry did not smile, noticing the rolled up paper in his father's hand. McGonagall seemed offended that anyone would enter her class without her granting vocal permission.

"What can I do for you, Professor Winchester?" She asked primly, looking at him over her spectacles.

"I need to speak with Harry." Dean voiced. It wasn't the usual smartass comment he would make, and Harry began to stand.

"Could this not wait?"

"No ma'am. It could not." Dean replied. McGonagall seemed to see something in the man that others could not, signaling Harry to follow his father. What Minerva had seen was the young boy who always asked his mother for things with a Please ma'am, and hands behind his back. The man did not expect the privilege of pulling his son out of class, yet at the same time, would have refused to take no for an answer. The door to the Transfiguration room was a tricky one, as it needed a good push or pull to stay closed, and Minerva could not help herself when the door creaked open. She laid a hand on the door to give it a shove, when her keen ears heard the first cries of sorrow. She left the door be, and went to help Longbottom, though her eye peeked through the crack of hallway that was visible from this angle. Harry was holding a paper, the Daily Prophet by the looks of it, and sobbing. She herself had not had time to grab the paper this morning, and it sat rolled on her desk.

"I'm scared, Dad." Her heart froze. Oh, how it froze to hear a lion cub say something so brokenly. She decided right then and there that had Dean attended he would have been a proud badger. It was one thing for a lion to face danger whether afraid or not, but a badger would always be around to head off fear if they could, for the sake of friends and family. A more foolish man might have tried to keep whatever was upsetting Harry away for as long as possible on their own. An even more foolish man would have let Harry confront it and only seek refuge if he failed. Dean Winchester however, was not a foolish man. He was a righteous one. He extended support even before the fear had come, had not let Harry back down from it, because his son would never be alone to fight.

"It will be okay. You are surrounded by people who love you. We will protect you. Not because it's our job, or because of who we think you are, but because you are the greatest kid I have even met, and I never want to lose you." Minerva strode to the front of the class, confusing a few students. She would like to be one of Harry's protectors. She pulled at the ribbon and the Daily Prophet unrolled. There, in bold letters, was the main article.

Remembering the Potters

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"Why can't it be like old times? Come on! I never did anything before." The demon trapped in the spare bedroom asked. Sam rubbed at his face, not quite finding an answer.

"No, Ruby. This isn't about you and me." Sam paced a few steps. "This is a whole new load of crap alright? You will stay trapped in here, and will not cause trouble for Bobby when he is decent enough to bring you food." Ruby rolled her eyes. "I'm as strong as I need to be. No Demon Drugs, got it? Harry is eleven." Ruby gasped as a knife was put to her throat. "If you hurt a single hair on his head, I will not hesitate to eradicate you." He stepped back, and left, slamming the door behind him.

Bobby looked up as Sam entered the kitchen, nodding towards the pot of soup on the stove. Sam took a bowl and sat across from Bobby. They ate in silence, finding comfort in each other's presence.

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"Hey, how did class finish up?" Harry asked as he caught up to Draco in the corridor.

"The spell was tricky to get at first, but in the end it was manageable. Weasley made Granger cry." Draco mentioned, listlessly moving his wand around.

"Wait, cry? Why?" Harry asked in concern. He and Hermione had not really talked much since the broom incident, but that did not mean he wished ill on her. Draco took a long breath, putting his wand away.

"He called her a 'Bloody Know It All, with a nose that should be kept in a book rather than other people's business.' Quite the insult from him." Draco commented. "She was trying to pry into your life, so I do not feel particularly sorry for her, I would have been twice as vicious."

"Do you have any idea where she got off to?" Harry asked. Draco shook his head. Harry frowned slightly, and dropped it. He was preoccupied with his thoughts, not noticing that Draco seemed to be in a bit of a low mood. "Do you want to join me for Trick or Treating?" Harry said, trying to distract himself.

"Yes." Draco replied, before breaking off to head towards the library. Harry was a little taken aback by the sudden departure, but quickly got over it, heading out to the courtyard to ponder the newspaper a bit more.

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"We made the paper Maxine." Saleb said, throwing the newspaper down in front of the second victor. Maxine gave a small laugh. Lilith and they had already been able to open 12 seals. She rubbed at a bruise that was fading as she read the article. The cops were so lost. Especially since she and Saleb seemed more like super powered villains than delinquents. They had yet to run into a pair of Hunters though. Lilith emerged from the restroom in a new meat suit, the other presumably passed out in the stall.

"Let's go kiddos! So much more fun to be had!" She skipped out in front of them, ignoring the calls from her 'parents'.

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Uriel stood by the park bench, surveying the scene. It was the night before Halloween, but the surging powers of Samhain were still growing. No Hunters had come to stop the witch. He did not flinch when Castiel appeared beside him.

"I have orders to kill you." Uriel said.

"I am finding the witch. Did you think I would forget?" Castiel replied.

"Why is Dean Winchester not here to do the task himself?"

"He is needed elsewhere, making much tougher decisions that anything we had originally planned." Castiel responded. "Though I did notice a striking similarity in a case they recently took up."

"This is why I am ordered to kill you." Uriel confirmed. Castiel nodded, heading out to do an investigation. "Sinner."

"Yes. But I am still a believer."

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Hagrid was bit surprised to hear a knock on his door. Fang began to bark, rushing to the door. The giant walked over, grabbing Fang with one hand, and opening the door with the other. Albus stood on his miniscule steps, a serene smile on his face.

"Dumbledore, sir. How can I help ya?" Hagrid asked, unsure of what the Headmaster could want at this time of day. Albus walked in, taking a seat as if he owned the place, which, technically, he did. Hagrid gave Fang a pat on the head to calm him and then took a seat at his table.

"What happened in the forest Hagrid?" Hagrid was not a stupid man, he may at times bumble, or let things slip that he shouldn't, but he was far from stupid. What he could not understand was why Dumbledore was so adamant about little Harry Winchester. The boy seemed to be a great kid.

"Well, like I said, I took 'Arry right out of there." Hagrid responded. Blue eyes stared at him from a second, not quite angry, but certainly not happy. Not for the first time, Hagrid began to wonder if he should be trusting Dumbledore. "That be a good boy there Dumbledore, I can tell ya that!"

"There is no need to get defensive, he is not in trouble. I was only wondering if I needed to make certain accommodations for him, as I did with you and Lupin." Albus said placatingly, holding out his palms. Hagrid uncurled his fingers, the joints cracking.

"I think he is doing jus' fine." Albus smoothed out his robes.

"Just as you were doing just fine?" Albus said vaguely. Hagrid swallowed thickly. His father worked hard to keep him, shunned by many for his half creature son. Dumbledore had been a small flame of hope for the two of them. Since getting close to the flame however, the heat had been there, and here it pressured for a response. The chair splintered loudly, a stunned Albus sitting stock still in his own seat. Shakily a hand reached of his beard, extracting a single piece of wood. Mentally, Albus retreated a bit. He would not get the information he needed by getting the half giant emotional. It had been a while since the lines of their relationship had been tested, and bringing up Hagrid's late father seemed to tread on forbidden territory. "I apologize. I will return when you have had time to reflect."

"Yeh, ya go one an' do that." Hagrid responded, staring down at the table.

' "It will be fine Rubi. This spell will not hurt you." the half giant looked at the wand warily, but nodded. There was a flash, and he was knocked backwards. He stared up at the clouds passing by, pretending not to hear the worried sigh from his father. If Rubeus did not show any magic soon, the giant clan would want him back, and that would break his father's heart.

"Try again?" Rubeus suggested, getting to his feet. His father stared up at him. Another set of words, another light, another failed attempt. The eight year old gave a growl of frustration, and got up, holding himself tall. "Again."

"Rubi, it's okay if you don't have magic…"

"Again." Rubeus repeated, stamping his foot slightly. His father had to steady himself from the small quake, but in the end nodded. And so they went again… and again… and again...and…'

Hagrid sighed, grabbing the pieces of chair, whistling slightly as he worked on fixing it. Harry Winchester was a good boy. He knew it. Dumbledore he was unsure about. The Headmaster had believed that he was guilty, or at least not formally proven his innocence. He did allow him to stay at Hogwarts though, and Hogwarts was his home.

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Harry did not see Hermione all afternoon, which was beginning to worry him. Draco had at least shown up for their next class, but he too seemed to be missing. Since he had no a single clue to where Hermione could be, he tried the library, hoping to find both of them there. He strode through the bookshelves, almost passing the shock of blond hair that was curled up in the window sill. The moonlight that glittered off of it was quite enchanting, and for a moment Harry thought he saw a shining thread connecting the two of them. Harry rubbed at his eyes and walked over, tapping Draco on the shoulder.

"What do you want?" Draco asked, turning to face him.

"It's time for the feast. I thought maybe you would like to go." Draco smiled at this, hopping down from the sill and grabbing his bag.

"Well, let's go then." Harry was bit puzzled at this until the blond held his hand in a death grip and began to pull him along. The raven haired boy rolled his eyes. For as much as Draco accused him of being a drama queen, the blond did not know how to share. Harry pulled his hand from his, getting a momentarily shocked expression from Draco. The shorter boy slung an arm around Draco's shoulders and began to ask him about his day, because he knew there was nothing Draco liked to talk more about than himself. Almost reaching the hall, they encountered Ron.

"Weasley!" Draco called out, waving the redhead over. Ron rolled his eyes but walked towards them. Draco opened his mouth to speak, but the words died down as Parvati Patil mentioned that Hermione was crying in the girl's bathroom and wanted to be left alone. "Well, it was better you than me." Draco told Ron.

"I'm sure she will be okay. People cry right?" Harry said with a shrug. "How about if we don't see her tonight, we will go apologize." Ron nodded. Hermione was soon put out of their minds as they saw the bountiful decorations in the Great Hall. Harry laughed a bit as a bat flew close to him, reaching out to touch it. Draco bumped into him as he tried to shoo a different bat away. There was no great fanfare from the front, the feast simply appearing as it did for the start of the term.

"Aw man, this looks amazing." Ron commented. They had all just taken a seat, Harry reaching for a baked potato, when Professor Quirrell came running in. His turban was nearly falling off, horror across his face. He could see his family preparing their hidden weapons, scanning the room. Everyone else stared as Quirrell reached Dumbledore, slumped across the table, and grabbed the man by the front of the robes. Albus was surprised to sense both Winchester brothers on either side of him, pointing a weapon at the DADA professor.

"T-TROLL! Troll in the dungeons! Thought you...ought to...know." There was a clatter of cutlery as he fell in a dead faint. There was pandemonium across the four tables, the noise level rising by the passing minute. Harry looked around in indecision, before throwing a hand out to the doors. No one noticed how his eyes briefly burned brighter. The resulting slam as the doors shut and locked silenced the crowd.

"Prefects!" Dumbledore called out. "Take your houses to the the dormitories at once!" Percy was the first to stand.

"NO! Stop!" Dean shouted. Percy turned to look at the Muggle, which slightly confused Dumbledore. "With all due respect, Albus, don't be an idiot." Dean scanned for the prefects. "Slytherin dorms are in the dungeons. What we SHOULD do, is not move."

"We KNOW the troll is not in the Great Hall." Sam added, tucking his knife away. "All the students should stay here, with MANY adults to protect them."

"Head of Houses, work with your Prefects to find missing students. My husband will arrive shortly to help locate them if necessary." Dean responded. He thanked the Potions Master, who had gone to retrieve the Hunting bags from Sam's room.

"Your husband? How will he know?" Flitwick squeaked. Dean nodded, held up a finger to give him a moment.

"CAS!" The Herbology Apprentice came rushing through the front doors, scanning the room.

"How?" Minerva asked, trailing off. Dean smirked at her.

"There's more magic than just wand waving." He replied, giving her a wink. He and Sam started off, almost by the doors by the time someone reacted.

"Where do you think you are going?" McGonagall asked, holding up her head. Both brothers turned as one, pinning her with intense stares. A few upperclassmen swooned.

"Well ma'am." Dean answered. "I got me a Troll to catch." He looked down as he felt Harry pull at his hand.

"Dad. Hermione Granger is out there! She doesn't know about the troll." He whispered harshly. In the silence however, it carried.

"If she is by the troll, we will save her. If she isn't, she is safe." Dean assured him. "Now stay put." The two brothers left without another word. The Heads moved into action, gathering their Prefects and students. Severus noticed Quirrell slipping away and shoved his list to his eldest Prefect.

"If a single one is looked over, you will serve detention for the rest of the year." He imparted, leaving a in a billow of capes. Draco waited until his name was checked off before running over to Harry.

"I'm coming too." He stated. Ron looked at Harry in confusion.

"I didn't-"

"Oh please Winchester. Don't act like a fool." Harry mumbled an unsavory remark about the blond under his breath.

"Fine. We are going to go find Hermione. Ron, this is sort of your fault, so we are all going." Ron dragged a hand through his hair before agreeing.

"Alright, but how we getting out of here, mate? They have the front guarded." Harry grinned, pulling the two other boys close, so he could direct their attention behind the Head Table.

"Have a mentioned the perks of having family work here?"

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"Wait, Sammy." Sam halted. Dean cocked his head, listening for any noise. He scuffed his foot, and it reverberated down the hall. "No way is a hulking troll certified in the ways of a ninja. He isn't down here." Dean walked over to the nearest painting, rapping on the frame.

"My Word! How dare you! I will have you know-"

"Can it, paint can! There's a troll loose. Find it." The elderly male, departed from his frame. Sam noticed the scurrying of several other figures, their frames not always linear. A young woman with ink black hair reappeared in the elderly man's frame.

"Second Floor, last we've seen." Dean cursed, and began to run. Sam followed suit, the gears turning in his head. He knew that there was something off about the whole ordeal.

"Dean! It's a distraction! The Stone!" Dean froze, his younger brother almost crashing into him.

"Voldemort?" He thought about Harry, and how the boy most likely did not stay put as asked. "New plan. You get the troll. I will head to the third floor."

"Are you nuts? You'll die!"

"I don't go down easy. GO!"

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Quirrell hid against the wall as he saw Severus enter the corridor on the third floor. He watched, waiting for the Potions Master to come out again. Voldemort was displeased with this turn of events, and made sure his host knew. The once promising DADA professor fell to his knees, clutching at the turban. Footsteps were heard, and the pain stopped, allowing him to duck behind a suit of armour. From the other end of the Hall Dean Winchester appeared, gun in hand, and eyes ready to lock on a target. Quirrell leaned forward for a better look at the door began to creep open. Severus exited, leaning heavily on a bloodied leg, a click gaining his attention.

The gun was aimed at his chest, but the green eyes were not. Severus chanced a look in the direction Dean was peering, seeing a spot of purple dashing away.

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"I don't know where the bathroom is on the second floor." Ron admitted, a little paranoid that they had not found Hermione on the First Floor. There was deep grunting from down the hall, a pungent smell following it. Ron shakily pointed to the large shadow that was approaching. Harry's eyes darted around before he picked up a chip of stone, and pulled the other two behind him.

"Are you completely bonkers? What damage could a pebble do?" Draco hissed in his ear. The shuffling footsteps signaled the creature's arrival, and what a horrible sight it was. Twelve feet tall, its skin was a dull, granite gray, its great lumpy body like a boulder with its small bald head perched on top like a coconut. It had short legs thick as tree trunks with flat, horny feet. The smell coming from it was incredible. It was holding a huge wooden club, which dragged along the floor because its arms were so long. Harry threw the stone into an open doorway. The troll waggled its long ears before following the sound. The trio crept along, at Harry's orders. The raven haired boy took a few steadying breaths before launching himself at the door and slamming it shut, turning the key to lock it as well.

"Yes!" Harry celebrated. It was short lived, as they heard a high, petrified scream.

"Oh no." Ron whispered, feeling his blood run cold. Draco twisted the key back around, pulling the door open. Harry led them inside, spotting Hermione instantly. She was against the far wall, the troll getting closer by the second. The young witch jumped each time that the troll shattered a sink, absolutely sure that she would be next. Harry launched a tap at the wall a bit away from her, drawing the troll's attention. The troll turned slowly, pelted by a bit of pipe. "Oi! Pea-brain!"

"You mustn't hit a lady!" Draco shouted, throwing something as well.

"I am not some damsel in distress!" Hermione shouted, the troll looking at her again.

"HERMIONE!" Harry and Ron shouted in anger, confusing the troll. It made to grab Ron, and Harry took that chance to run towards the witch, knowing that Draco would cover.

"Over here you degenerate!"

"Come on Hermione! Run! Run!" Harry urged, trying to pull her along by her arm. She could not find it in herself to move however. The overlapping shouting was complete chaos, driving the troll into a frenzy. It dove for Ron, who was instead tackled by Sam, the two rolling out of the way. The troll twisted, not deterred and locked on Draco. Harry then did something that was both very brave, and very stupid. Eyes blazing he managed to jump onto the troll's back, his arms wrapping around his neck. The troll did not feel the boy as much as he did the wand now stuck up his nostril. The troll let out a loud howl. The cave was an echo of mixed voices, charging up the troll even more.

"Harry!"

"Get down!"

"Hermione, move!"

"You idiot, you better not die!"

"Kids, get out!"

"Somebody do something!"

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Bobby calmly took a sip of his coffee, turning the page in his book.

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"Knock it out!"

"Blast a spell up his face!"

"Get down!"

Harry did not have much a choice as he was grabbed off, hung upside down by his feet. The troll had decided that Harry was the enemy, and raised its club.

"Ronald! Swish and flick!" Ron was startled into action, pointing his wand at the weapon.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The club remained airborne, Harry twisting out from the troll's grasp as it looked up to its weapon. Ron directed his wand sharply downward, the troll wavering. Harry grabbed Hermione, dragging her closer to Draco. Sam dragged Ron out of the way, the group ducking down as the troll fell to the floor with a thud.

"That was bit anticlimactic." Draco mentioned, dusting himself off. Harry rolled his eyes, heading over to the troll. He slowly pulled his wand out, gagging at the sight of thick troll boogers. He hastily wiped it off on the troll's clothes. There was a flurry of footsteps as several adults arrived. McGonagall and Cas were the first, the angel sweeping up his son. Severus and Dean entered after Quirrell, whom took one look at the troll and had to seat himself. Severus moved forward, inspecting the troll.

"What on Earth were you thinking?" McGonagall asked them, pinning each with a cold stare. She was a bit surprised to see Draco with them, but still waited for an answer. "Obviously, you were not thinking! Otherwise you would be dead."

"No, they were definitely thinking." Sam interrupted. "Just not with their brains. You cannot blame Hermione for being unaware of a troll. You CAN blame the boys for sneaking out. However, if they had stayed behind, I cannot guarantee that Hermione would be alive." The young witch burst into tears, Harry quickly laying a hand on her arm. "They simply wanted to warn her, and instead saved her life."

"Harry is a trained Junior Hunter. Should he have tried to kill a troll? No. But he wasn't going to get hurt. Evasion is taught first." Dean added. "Overall, I think almost dying is punishment enough. Plus, five points each for sneaking out."

"Very well." McGonagall responded. "Albus will be hearing about this though." She told the boys, striding out. Quirrell made to scurry after her, but was snatched by Dean. The DADA professor looked down at the hand wrapped around his wrist, almost green in the face.

"Say, how possible is it that a troll gets in the castle without setting off an alarm?" Dean asked, giving the man a sidelong glance. "I thought they were stupid."

"I-I am not s-s-sure. M-maybe it got help?" Quirrell looked over at Severus, who was now leaning against Sam, as Draco and Harry bandaged up his leg. Dean gave a nod and released the man.

"Harry?" Dean said sweetly.

"Yeah?" Harry replied, uncertain. A grin appeared on Draco's face.

"That was AWESOME!" he exclaimed, ruffling his son's hair.

"Dean no." Cas intervened. He looked down at Harry.

"Grounded."

"Merlin's pants."

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"Thank you for informing me of this Minerva." Albus dismissed his Deputy with a nod of his head. Only seconds passed before he was up, pacing the room. This was Tom Riddle, all over again. Harry Winchester, that boy, was so much more than he seemed. A powerful Legilimens, that was uncommon in children. His guardians also worried him. The old man stopped, staring at the instruments behind his desk. Mad Eye had still not returned with any news regarding the origins of his new staff. He placed a hand against his desk.

"You seem sick." A portrait commented.

"Out!" The paintings fled. "The game of chess does not work, when black marbles appear." He did not know what exactly Dean, Sam and Castiel Winchester were, but he was sure of one thing. Harry Winchester was Voldemort's scion, in one way or another. He was one to admit that Tom Riddle had been a boy of fancy, and no doubt had a variety of suitors, both willing and unwilling. He would have to keep watch on the boy, much closer than he had Tom Riddle.