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Hadrian Orion Prince, once known as Harry James Potter, had left the world who forced him to become a killer, and then tried controlling and killing him to make sure that his power was nothing to worry about. When he came to America he became a bit of a hermit, waiting for the mad rush to end, and people to stop looking for him. When he finally came out of his self imposed exile he tested out of muggle high school and into college. He'd never forget meeting Sam and Jessie, they were godsends, and slowly his guard relaxed and fell.

He got comfortable as a student, a friend, and in turn that made him stupid. He let his guard down and that shouldn't have happened. When he left his dorm he hadn't thought of the fact that people would still be out there, hunting him like a dog, not letting him pass quietly into the night. When the explosion happened, he had been in the building, trapped under a piece of debris. He had done the first thing that came to mind and apperated back to his safe house. As he fell unconscious he felt the wards close around him, blocking his magical signature from the outside world.

When he woke, almost two weeks after the fact Dobby informed him that the muggles had declared him dead after the . Closing his eyes he knew that he couldn't ever talk to or see Sam or Jessie again. If he did then he was only putting them in danger. He spent the next three weeks in a drunken haze trying to forget, because it hurt to remember what he had allowed himself and lost. He was only thankful he hadn't been in the dorms when he'd been found because Jessie and Sam would have been hurt or killed. He knew that if they were ever in trouble he'd reveal himself, but for nothing else. And now that Hadrian Alexander Prince was dead he needed another identity.

Working with the Goblins he crafted another identity, this time erasing anything of his original identity in this name. He was still partial to Ri as a nickname, although it was dangerous to even keep that, considering Harry could be shortened to it. No matter how much he wanted to keep it for Sam he knew he couldn't. He couldn't be found again because next time he might not make it. In the end he became Johnathan Daniel Colt. The Colt part a tribute to Sam Winchester. He tried ignoring the pang in his heart, cursing himself for getting so close to someone after what had happened before. He only got his friend, his lovers killed, or they turned on him, and he couldn't let Sam become a casualty to his demons, and that was what the Wizarding world was, demons.

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J.D. jerked as the alarms in his head went off, signaling that one of his old friends were in trouble within the wards of their home. Jessie. He excused himself from clinical and apperated, not bothering to remove the glamour that made him look like someone else. It was anchored to a rune anyways. As he entered his wards they told him of the demon that was taunting his female friends, and of the relationship that had developed between Sam and her, and the feelings Sam had felt within them about him.

He blocked the incoming feelings, focusing on the fact that Jessie was in danger. Running he entered the room, and blasted the man, breaking the demon's concentration. Chanting the demon fled the body it inhabited, leaving a broken man behind, and Jessie sobbing close to the wall. He swung around.

"Are you hurt?" He asked, unable to keep the concern from his voice. With the concern came the almost long forgotten accent. Jessie's breath hitched, she couldn't see his changed features in the dark.

"Rian?" she whispered. He didn't answer as she rose, and he dissipeared as she tried coming closer.

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Sam listened as he held his girlfriend. She was babbling about the demon that had been possessing the man who had put her on the ceiling, mentioning his family as he did, and then how the man was thrown by something and the Latin chant, signaling an exorcism. Then the voice.

She swore it was Rian who asked her if she was alright, and swore that he had disappeared into thin air when she went to go closer. He closed his eyes, hoping that didn't mean what he thought it did. He hadn't noticed Rian's spirit hanging around, but people didn't dissipear into thin air. The fact that he had protected Jessie didn't matter if Rian was a spirit. He didn't deserve to be like that, to be looking for revenge for whatever had killed him. Jessie noticed him tense, and Dean looked at him.

"Who's Rian?" He asked quietly. Sam took a steadying breath, looking at his brother.

"A Friend. He died almost two years ago in the explosion at the Student Center. He'd been running from something, must have stayed behind as a ghost to seek revenge." He replied. Jessie tensed in his arms as Dean cursed, a feeling of forboding coming over her at their behavior.

"You know that means we have to find his remains and salt and burn them to get rid of him right? He may have protected Jessie, but he won't remain peaceful for long. The need for revenge will consume him and he won't be the person you guys knew anymore." Dean murmered. Jessie bolted out of his arms as he agreed, glaring at them. Sam tried to remain calm, not wanting to lose her, but she jerkily waved a hand.

"No. No! I won't stand by and let you people kill him again Sam. Just no, he's not hurting anyone." She yelled. Sam flinched as Dean snorted derisively, standing and looking down at her like she was an idiot. Sam supposed that in his brother's eyes she was. She was a civilian that didn't understand the world like they did, and she was protecting a ghost. He didn't ever want her to see what ghosts became, what Rian was now. She deserved to remember the painfully shy boy that had been her best friend, and not the vengeful being that he was if he was a ghost. He didn't want to know Rian as that either, but if he was a ghost they would have to deal with it.

"Then don't. We'll put him to rest anyway you know? If he's a ghost he's not the person you remember, but an echo with the strongest feelings he had in life. The fear from being hunted, the love he may have held for you and Sam. The positive emotions will fade though, if they haven't already started to now." Dean stated. Jessie's glare turned to him, then she laughed. IT wasn't nice at all, in fact it made Sam shiver.

"You didn't even know Rian. And if Sam thinks that he's capable of turning bad, even in death he didn't either. I can't believe the two of you. Rian saved me from death, and all you two can think about is killing him again. No wonder he never showed himself before this, must have known Sam would turn on him." She bit out before straightening and looking at Sam. "I want you out. I don't know how much lore about ghosts are real, but if he showed here then he might again and I don't want to chance you hurting him." She snarled. Sam flinched, knowing that they were over. Dean snorted from where he was finishing taking care of the body.

"Fine by me. Don't call Sammy and expect him to save you though." He snorted. Sam looked away, not protesting his brother's harsh words. Jessie snorted.

"Fine by me. Now get out. Sam, you're not on the lease so I cam force you out. Don't make me." She replied. Sam got up and shakily gathered his belongings, ignoring his Ex-girlfirnd's glaring eyes. As he passed her she hissed. "He fucking loved you Sam, and I was sure you loved him. Instead of being happy that you might be able to say your goodbye, to get those answers you were looking for you just want to kill him." He flinched again and Dean shouldered his bags. They exited the apartment without another word.