Chapter 1

"A wise man once told me that family doesn't end with blood, but doesn't start there either. Family is there. Through the good, bad all of it. They've got your back even when it hurts. That's family." -Dean Winchester

Harry- born 1984, Sam- born 1983, Dean- born 1979

Number 4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, 2005

Harry clutched at the piece of paper in his hand. It appeared to be a letter, written in his mother's handwriting, or he guessed what he had thought was his mother's handwriting.

Harry,

My darling, if you are reading this, James Potter and I are dead, otherwise we would have told you this when you got to age eleven. Harry, you are not our biological child, you are the child of John and Mary Winchester. I am sorry that this is how you found out. You were stolen from your birth parents mere days after your birth, put into a magically induced coma, called a stasis, induced by a potion called 'Drought of the Living Dead'. Ten years after you were stolen, the man who stole you, Albus Dumbledore, gave you the antidote, and gave you to James and me. Your birth family were some of the best hunters of the supernatural that America had ever seen. You have two brothers, Sam and Dean, and though they think that you are dead, once they know that you are alive, they will do anything for you. John is a rough man, but family matters most to him, to a Winchester. Last I knew, they lived in Lawrence, Kansas in America.

When you read this, you will be able to access your trust fund that we set up for you when we received you. You can have the goblins that run Gringotts, get you a plane ticket and a passport to America. Once you get there, you can go to the 'Harvelle's Roadhouse' in Nebraska. It is owned by hunters, and hunters know other hunters. When you meet any hunter, they will have you drink Holy Water, and touch silver. In our family vault, there is a broomstick that can be shrunken and resized at will, that will allow you to get to the roadhouse. Get a plane to Central Nebraska Regional Airport.

James and I love you. Even though you are not our birth child, we love you so much, and we view you as our own. Your birth name is James Oliver Winchester. Your family called you Jamie, your eyes are still green, in fact, that is why Dumbledore put you with James and I, your hair, you got from your birth father, and the eyes from your mother. We love you, James Oliver Winchester, be careful.

-Lily Potter

That means that he was not Harry James Potter, and he was not related at all to the Dursleys, which meant that he had to find his family. Quickly, mustering up both his Gryffindor courage, and Slytherin ambition, Harry packed his bag, including his wand, and cloak. He left the Dursleys house, and summoned the Knight Bus, to get him to London. Once in London, he went to Gringotts, and the goblins gave him a passport, birth certificate, his plane ticket, and all the needed paperwork to get him through customs, plus the broom from the vault. Harry spent the night in the Leaky Cauldron, before going to Heathrow airport, and catching his flight to America. This was the first time he would be anywhere except for where Dumbledore wanted him.

Harry shook his head as he thought about Dumbledore, the man that he had thought of as his mentor. The man stole him from his birth family, and had placed him with the Dursleys, who beat him any chance they got, infact Harry was still black and blue from two nights ago, right before he found the note from Lily. The note said that he got his hair from this John, and has eyes from Mary. It also said that he had two brothers, Sam and Dean. By his calculations, Sam should be about 22, 23 years old, and Dean should be about 26, 27 years old. 'How would they react when he told them that he was their sibling, that they had thought was dead?' he wondered. They would probably have him take a DNA test. That would be the smart thing to do.

He honestly couldn't wait to meet his family, but he was also scared that they would reject him, like every other family member he had. All he wanted growing up was a family to love him.

Twelve hours of either sleeping, or thinking passed by quickly for the teenager, and he got off the plane, and started walking in the general area that the map that he had purchased told him the roadhouse was. When he got clear of any muggles, which was not hard, Nebraska had like no one in it, he took out the small broom, and willed it to be resized, and took off. As soon as he was in the air, all his worries about his family vanished, he loved being in the air. He flew for about thirty minutes, and landed, with about 2 miles left to walk to the roadhouse. Once he landed, he felt a prickling sensation on the back of his neck, and he ducked down, just in time to avoid a blow to the head from a huge man, whose eyes were black.

Not knowing what to do, he just kept dodging the blows. The only weapon he had on him was his wand, but he did not want to get found by the MACUSA, who were much stricter than the Ministry about underaged magic.

"Who are you?" Harry asked, as he kept dodging, finally lessons from the Dursleys were paying off.

"I am thirsty for Winchester blood," The creature hissed out, and started to attack with more anger that he wasn't getting anywhere by beating up the child.

"Hey, ugly, here's some Winchester blood," He heard a new, gruff voice call out, and he backed away quickly, as he watched two men pin the man on the ground, and sprinkle him in water, which made the creature hiss, and start to smoke, and the one with the long hair was screaming words in Latin, which thanks to Hermione, Harry was able to roughly translate. This was an exorcism ritual, so that meant that the creature was a demon, and these two men were hunters. Harry's knees gave out as the adrenaline that had been pumping through his system left, and he landed on his already bruised bone in his arm. Harry might not weigh a lot, but he was weak from lack of food lately, so his bones were fragile, and he heard a sickening 'crack' that was his radius. Once the men had taken care of the demon, the taller one rushed over, as the shorter one came over at a slower, but equally worried pace.

"Are you ok?" The taller one asked, as he knelt down beside Harry. The shorter one also knelt down but on the other side of him.

"Yeah, just a broken arm," Harry replied, in a nonchalant manner, even though he was in a lot of pain, just not the most he had felt.

"I can reset that, and we can stabilize it," The shorter one told Harry, as he got up, and got a few things from his car. When he came back, he had a leather belt, which made Harry flinch, and made his back sting, a first aid kit, and a ruler. "Will you hold him down, and kid, bite down on this."

The taller one held Harry, making it impossible for him to move his arm, the taller one also had his legs over Harry's so he would not kick the other. The shorter one opened the kit, and took out three rolls of bandages, and some ace bandages, as well as some medical tape.

"Now this is going to hurt something fierce," The man told Harry, who just nodded. The man quickly reset the bone in its correct place, making Harry moan and wince, he taped the ruler to Harry's arm on the inside of his arm, and then covered in the bandages, and covered that with an ace bandage. After that was over, Harry felt himself be released from the taller one's tight embrace, and he saw the shorter one reach a hold out two pills and a flask that was silver. Harry spit out the leather belt. Figuring that this was pain pills and holy water, Harry took the pills and a swig of the water. The shorter one gently helped him up.

"Thank you, for saving me," Harry stated looking at the two men, who, now that he was looking at them, were brothers.

"You're welcome, I am Sam, and this is my big brother Dean," The taller one introduced them.

"Hi, I am James Oliver Winchester, and I think you guys are my brothers," Harry stated.