AN: Okay, for all of you who are concerned, I am well aware of the warnings about using partial Bible verses. There's a reason the verse in the first chapter is so long and had that bit about a person's life span. It's s beause I used the whole passage, in its entirety! I thank you for your concern, and your warnings. Rest assured, I thought long and hard about it before I even started writing this story.

Also, once again I'm posting this on the go. I've tried my best to check for errors, but please forgive any that I may have missed.

And one final note. There is a Japanese inspired namein this chapter. It is pronounced 'foo-Roo-koo' for those who are unfamiliar with their pronunciation. It's not a Japanese name;it's just pronounced like one. And thank you again for all the kind reviews. :)

Chapter Eight

Half way between Bobby's place in South Dakota and the not-so-haunted apartment in New York, the teen demanded they stop. The two brothers turned to look at the teen who was staring avidly at a large acreage with a single dirt road running through it. "What is it? " Dean frowned as Harry got out of the car.

The teen smiled. "It's Roanoke." He answered, leaning in through Sam's open window. "I'll be able to arrange a port key there."

The Winchesters frowned. "Roanoke is on the coast." Sam pointed out.

"No." Harry corrected. "It was on the coast. As soon as the muggles left they relocated."

"Okay," Dean protested. "But that's an empty corn field with sink holes." The other two turned to see the posted warning sign.

The young wizard seemed to have to focus before he could see it, but when he could he simply shrugged. "Don't worry. That's just to keep the muggles out. They had a similar charm at school. For the most part it's only used on our schools and anti-muggle towns like Hogsmeade and," he gestured, "Roanoke."

"Anti-muggle towns?" Sam asked curiously.

"We can't hide all the time." Harry sighed. "And people tend to notice things like chocolate frogs and racing brooms."

The brothers exchanged slightly disgusted looks. "Chocolate frogs?" Dean asked slowly.

"It's just a spell."

"Witches don't really ride brooms." Sam said with an amused smile.

The wizard rolled his eyes. "I told you, I doubt you've ever met a real witch. Are you coming or are we just going to sit here in the car all day and think about going into town?"

"Someone has to stay with the car." Dean announced, smiling deviously at his younger brother.

Sam started to pout. "Both of you." Harry said irritably. "Get out."

"What?"

"Why?"

He just glared at them. Finally, they both got out of the vehicle. From seemingly nowhere, the young wizard pulled out a knobby wand. With a muttered incantation and a light tap, the car started to melt from the place where Harry's wand had touched it. "What did you do to my baby!" Dean shrieked.

"It's a simple disillusionment charm." He said coolly. "Now, are you coming? Or would you rather stand around in the middle of nowhere looking like an idiot?"

"I'm coming." Dean growled.

"How do we find the car again?" Sam asked. "I mean, it's invisible now, so how do we know we won't loose it?"

"We apperate back to it." Harry said with dieing patience. "I don't want to apperate home because I'm a bit out of practice and I'd rather not splinch myself, but I can move us a few kilometers without any trouble. "

"What's splinching?" Dean asked suspiciously. "It sounds painful."

"It can be." Harry admitted. "It depends on how bad it is. It's when you apperate and you leave something behind."

"What, like a shoe?" Sam asked.

"Like a leg or an arm." Came the not-so-reassuring correction. "When we were learning my best mate went and splinched off his left eyebrow. That wasn't so bad. But when we had to evacuate my home during the war, Hermione accidentally splinched a good part of his arm." He licked his lips nervously. "It was damn lucky she kept some dittany on her, or he could have bled to death."

"I am so not apperating." The older Winchester said firmly.

Harry flushed. "I'll have you know I've never splinched anyone!" He said heatedly.

"Still," Sam said softly, "is there another way?"

"Locantus." Harry said irritably with a quick swish and flick of his wand. "There." He huffed. "A quick 'point me' will have us back in no time." He grumbled. "But don't you dare let me forget to reset my 'point me'." Then he started off down the dirt road, leaving the brothers to follow or not.

After several minutes of walking, and more than a few doubtfully worried glances between the two brothers, Harry turned to them with a smile. "We're right on the edge of town." He announced. "You two should be able to see it any minute. "

"Won't it cause a problem if you bring two muggles into an anti-muggle town?" Sam asked.

"No." The teen wizard scoffed. "Just because we keep to ourselves doesn't mean no one knows about us. I mean, almost every witch or wizard has a muggle or a squib on their family tree somewhere. And that's not even counting the muggle borns. We have to tell their parents something when we send them off to school."

As he spoke, they passed the inner edge of the boundary spells and the thriving town of Roanoke was revealed. The first few houses garnered looks of open awe from the brothers. The large plantation manors stood in gleaming testament to their owner's magical wealth and prowess with multiple chimneys, windows, and landing runways on which several carpets floated lazily.

"Dude, what is that? "

Harry glanced to where a Dean was watching a large tree pummel an unfortunate songbird. "A whomping willow." He shrugged. "They're supposed to be quite valuable, though I've never seen the appeal."

"Oh."

"Stay away from that house." The teen advised, pointing to a pleasant looking cabin.

"Why?" Asked Sam, who had been drifting towards the home and its garden.

"Because I can see at least five plants that can kill you and at least two more that will attract creatures that will kill you." Harry said.

"Then why do they have them?" The older hunter growled.

"Because they're valuable." Was the simple explanation. "You do not want to know the price of mandrake roots. It's much cheaper to grow them, even if they do try to kill you every time you have to re-pot them."

Soon they had passed the wealthy outskirts and into the city proper. The brothers gaped openly at the bustling chaos of a town that had been left at the turn of the last century. A wooden sidewalk lined a dusty dirt road. Hitching posts were dotted sporadically in front of businesses at which were tied winged horses, unicorns, and one sickeningly draconic looking equine that eyed them hungrily.

"What the hell? " Dean hissed.

"It's a thestral." Harry said, eyeing the brothers speculatively. "They're pretty handy, though most wizards don't use them."

"Why?" Sam frowned. " Are they dangerous?"

"No." Came the soft reply. "But they get a bad rap, because most people can't see them. "

"Why not?" The younger Winchester asked curiously.

Harry watched the two as he answered, a strange, considering look in his emerald gaze. "Because you can only see thestrals if you've seen Death." He said quietly. "Come on, or we'll be here all day." And turning on his heel he again left the brothers to follow or be left behind.

Trotting quickly behind him, the two hunters continued to gawk at the brilliant store fronts. In one, a small golden orb whizzed about fitfully in a golden cage, held aloft by tiny filigree wings. On either side of it slim brooms were displayed on elegant racks to entice shoppers. In another store moving manicans strutted about in peacock bright robes. A third store was filled with creatures that defied description. The brothers stared at the fanged, scaley goat that was tied out front with a dead gopher at its feet.

"Is that a real chupacabra?" Sam frowned.

"Yeah." Dean nodded tensely, his hand twitching for a weapon. "Why the hell are they selling that thing?"

"Because they eat garden gnomes." Harry answered pointing to the sign advertising the carnivorous beast as he moved towards the shop.

What are you doing? " The younger brother asked with thinly veiled confused anger.

"I'm going to see if they sell post owls." He said, turning to roll his eyes at their obvious consternation . "My last owl died when Az's friend attacked me. I also plan to ask where the nearest branch of Gringott's is." He turned again to the shop. Sam and Dean followed him, keeping a wary eye on the chupacabra.

Inside was bedlam. Bats hung from various fixtures; strange two-tailed terriers yapped angrily from their pens. In a large fire place red salamanders spit flames. And in a large glass box strange, almost shapeless blobs were exploding. "Blast-endded skrewts." Harry commented, pursing his lips. "Class four restricted creatures."

"Why?" Dean asked. "The explosions aren't that big."

"And I'll wager they aren't more than a month old." The young wizard frowned. "Just wait till they get bigger. The males have a nasty sting and the females explode from both ends, not to mention they eat anything that moves."

"So they're carnivorous?" Sam queried.

Harry nodded. "At school we used to feed them ferrets and rabbits, but they prefer to eat people."

"Why are they selling pets like that?" The older brother demanded.

"They aren't pets." He pointed to the sign. "They're used to guard vaults, like a dragon or a basilisk, though it makes it hard for you to get in as well as anyone you're trying to keep out. And the goblins charge a fee for the creatures upkeep, if you can call it that." He said with a slight bite to his tone. Then with a bitter sigh and a jerk of his head he led the brothers to a large peck of owls sleepily watching the people in the shop.

"Looking for a post owl? " Asked a twitchy man coming over to them. "We have the finest in the world! " He boasted. "Is this your first owl?" He glanced slyly to Dean and Sam's obvious muggle confusion before turning greedy eyes on the younger wizard.

"This will be my third owl." Harry told him with a shrewd look. "I got the other two from Eyelop's in Diagon Alley."

"Surely not your third?." The man asked in confusion. "Owls live for several years."

"I was involved in the war." Harry said shortly. "My first owl took an Unforgivable for me. The second one died taking the same curse for my fiance."

The man paled as he looked a bit closer at the teen. "What's your name? " He asked quietly.

"Potter." Harry said coolly. "Harry Potter."

"Impossible." He whispered, much to the Winchester's further confusion. "Harry Potter's been dead for years. He was all set to marry that Weasley girl, and then he got mixed up with that demon... You can't be Harry Potter... You're supposed to be dead..."

"No one is that lucky." Harry sighed bitterly. "Believe me, that thing took great pleasure in keeping me alive. Post owl." He said looking irritably at the man. "She'll need to be able to cover distances. I've been rather spoiled for owls over the years."

"I've got several snowy owls." The man smiled greedily. "I hear you've a liking for that breed."

"I do." Harry agreed. "I also have bad luck with them." He said, holding up the fingers and wiggling them. "That's why I'm on my third owl. Do you have anything less showy?"

"I have several eagle owls-"

"I said less showy." Harry frowned. "Besides eagle owls at far too cocky."

"Then perhaps a gray-"

"Too large. "

"A screech-"

"Too loud."

"A barn-"

"Too rude."

"A scops-"

"Too small."

"Jeeze dude!" Dean bust in exasperation. "Just grab a damn bird and let's go before something tries to eat someone and we have to kill it. "

The shop proprietor gave the hunter a scandalized look. "My animals would never-"

"You have class 4 non-tradeables in here." Harry snapped. "They most certainly would. But an owl, please. "

The thin man swallowed nervously, glancing between the teen and the two hunters. "You really are Harry Potter?"

"I am. Do you want a list of my wands?"

"No, Master Potter." He shook his head quickly. "That won't be necessary." He swallowed nervously, glancing back to Dean. "Just, please, wait here one moment. And don't kill anything."

The man scuttled into the back of the shop leaving the three men standing in front of the lazily watching owls. "Master Potter?" Sam frowned.

"My dad was a pureblood." He shrugged, his hands slipping into his pants pockets. "It's the closest thing to royalty we recognize." Before they could ask anything else, the man returned with a stunning tan owl tied with jesses and hooded like any common muggle falcon. "What is this?" The eighteen-year-old demanded flatly.

"She's my strongest owl." The man said sourly. "A Blakiston's. You have no idea how hard it is to get these owls out of Asia. If I could just tame her I could demand a king's ransom for her."

"Take off the hood." Harry snapped, his emerald gaze sharp. "And the jesses."

"But sir-"

"Take them off." He bit out through clenched teeth. "If you treat her like a dumb beast she'll act like one."

The man rose to his full height, tall compared to Harry and Dean, but still shorter than Sam. "Have you ever trained a post owl?"

"Do what he wants." Sam frowned. "What's the harm?"

"She's already laid into four people just getting her here." The man protested.

With a low growl, Harry pulled out his right hand from his pocket holding a rather large sack tied with a thin gold rope, a large ornate 'G' adorning the front. With a jerk of the strings, the bag opened allowing Harry to slip his other hand inside and pull it out full of gold coins. "Ten thousand galleons." He said slowly, letting the coins drip back into the bag. "Free my owl."

"Twenty." The man said, licking his lips, his eyes glued to the sack.

"Done." Harry agreed. As the brothers watched with wide eyes, Harry moved to the counter and counted out several stacks of the gold coins.

Still holding the bound owl, the man moved behind the counter and spilled each of the piles into a large gold bowl set into the wood. He watched the bowl for a moment before awkwardly shifting the massive owl onto Harry's arm. "They never said you were a fool, Mr. Potter."

"Not a fool." Potter answered with disgusted anger in his voice. "Just a Gryffindor."

"Ack!" The man barked when Harry reached up to remove the bindings. "Take her outside before you free her! I'll not have her ruining my shop!"

With one last glare at the man, Harry led the Winchesters out. "What the hell was that all about?" Dean asked when they were back on the walk outside the shop.

Harry crooned gently to the great raptor as he carefully fumbled with the jesses. "He has her tied up like a common muggle owl." Harry spat between soft coos. "She's scared, angry, and they shipped her out while she still had a nest of owlets. Of course he couldn't work with her."

"How do you know all that?" Sam asked curiously.

Harry blinked rapidly, then looked between the taller brother and the owl that was chirping anxiously from under the loosened hood. Then he swallowed. "I think we can check of another angelic trait." He said softly. "She says her name is Huruuku. "

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