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CHAPTER TWO.
Castiel appeared as he always did. Swiftly and silently right into the middle of Bobby Singer's home. Dean jumped as he always did when the angel startled him. Sam seemed to be more taken aback by the fact that Castiel was carrying someone in his arms.
"Who is that?" Sam asked with a raised eyebrow, jumping up from his chair. "Is he alright?" he added as he walked over to Cas.
"No, he is not," Castiel stated in a matter-of-factly voice as he carried Harry over to the couch. Sam helped out by supporting and safely lowering his head. He then got his first good look at the person the angel had dragged in.
He had a young, arched face with high but soft cheekbones. His frame was thin and he looked weak. His hair was black and looked like it was clean, but uncared for in any other way. But oddest of all was his skin. It was pale as death. If it wasn't for his soft breathing, there would have been no sign that he was alive at all.
Dean walked over to them to assess the new arrival with a curious expression on his face. Castiel was treating him like he was going to break at any moment. Like he actually cared about him… But this was Cas. Cold, emotionless, Angel-of-the-Lord Cas. Right? Dean wondered.
"He's not an angel, is he?" Dean asked. "'Cause I don't know how many more of those dicks I can stand." Dean said bluntly, giving a sideways glance to Cas. "No offense..."
"None taken," Castiel replied nonchalantly. "But I can assure you, he is not an angel."
"What's wrong with him? He looks unconscious, but I don't see any sign of a fight," Sam asked carefully. Sam knew that Castiel was no longer able to heal people. Not since he had 'betrayed' heaven and was cut off from it's power. That was a sore spot for the angel, especially since Bobby had been gravely injured and stuck to a wheel chair. Their best bet would be getting the guy to hospital.
"His soul was forcefully ripped from him. There is no physical damage." Dean and Sam both looked at Castiel with shock as he said this. Both for different reasons.
"You mean, somehow, someone just yanked his soul out of his body and left him?" Dean burst out.
"Not someone. Something. A Dementor. A dark creature akin to a Striga, only more like a Reaper. And no one left him, he was under the care of his people before I retrieved him." he explained.
"Whoa, whoa, wait. The guy no longer has a SOUL. Shouldn't we be a bit wary..." Sam stopped himself right there as all the three of them turned to look at Harry. He looked like a child sleeping peacefully. How dangerous could he possibly be?
"Never mind..."
"Nope."
"I do not think he poses a threat to anyone." Cas stated agreeably.
"So, why did you bring the soulless guy here?" Dean asked. "Are you going to Heal him?"
"I am going to return his soul to him, and awaken him. I will then attempt to convince him to join our cause and to help us in the fight against Lucifer."
"Wait..." Sam interrupted. "Didn't you say the thing that got him was like a Striga? Doesn't that mean that it kind of, umm... Ate his soul?"
Cas and Dean both turned to look at him as one and he raised an eyebrow at them.
"What?"
"The human soul is not something that can just be digested, Sam."
"I knew that!" Sam mumbled, as Dean gave a weak chuckle. It wasn't everyday someone got something over Sam. He was going to enjoy it while it lasted.
"Okay, anyway. How is a guy who had his soul sucked out going to help us?"
Cas gave both of the brothers the 'Cas glare.' Which, coming from the emotionally stunted angel, actually looked like he was just highly annoyed. But both the brothers knew better. That look meant he was slowly edging his way to furious. Dean cleared his throat, while Sam just looked down and put his hands in his pockets.
"This 'Soulless guy' as you so call him, is Harry James Potter. One of the strongest users of magic on the planet. He has fought in two wars, and has more knowledge and experience than you could fathom. He is a fighter and a warrior but most importantly, a champion for the light. He WILL be of help to us."
"Okay, okay," Dean said, putting up his hands. "So the guy's got some mojo in him. All you had to say. Now, how do we put Humpty Dumpty back together again?"
Sam kept his mouth shut during this part of the conversation. He and Dean had just made amends over the whole 'letting the devil free' thing. Sam was still sore about it, and Dean was still hurt. So he had decided not to add any additional problems by voicing his thoughts. So far, all that 'Mojo' had done for them was set them back. He wasn't sure that this was the right way to go. Yes, Sam would help put the guy back together again. No one deserved to get their soul sucked out. Not someone who was a good person, anyway... But as far as getting magic involved into the mix again, he wasn't sure how much that would help.
"And with that matter, I require your assistance." Castiel replied after a moment, breaking Sam's chain of thoughts.
Ron knew something was wrong the moment his office he got a call from St. Mungos. The only order was to send him, and only him, to the hospital right away. Why would anyone call an Auror to a St. Mungos if there wasn't a major problem? The feeling intensified when he arrived at the healers' desk, and saw more than five healers conversing hushed voices behind the desk. Their expressions seemed to be something between fear and wonder.
Ron felt something cold drop into his stomach when one of the healers pointed to the long-term ward. Harry's ward. His footsteps steadily grew faster and faster and his mind started running wild.
Harry's ward.. The panicked healers.. The person in charge asking for him by name…
What had they done to him now? What had they done to Harry?!
Ron forced his way into the ward, seeing half a dozen healers standing around Harry's bed.
Harry's EMPTY bed.
Harry had been in the same place in the ward for the past 2 months. He was rarely moved, if at all. Ron looked at the Healer to the left-side of Harry's bed; it was still the same blonde woman. He looked to the right. Still the same dusty-haired old man.
His eyes went to Harry's bed again and he took in the unruly covers and misplaced sheets.
It was almost as if Harry had just... Woken up and walked away.
Suddenly, it clicked.
"Oh, bloody Hell…"
Castiel carefully placed the three items on the table in front of Bobby, Sam and Dean. The three hunters looked at the objects with caution.
"These are all that we need to awaken him." Cas said, as he took the fourth and last seat at the table. The three hunters looked at him intently.
"The legend goes back to the middle ages. There were three, very powerful magical objects scattered oddly across Wizarding Britain. A wand, made of an unknown wood and unknown core. They called it the Wand of Destiny. It was said that the wand was unbeatable, and gave its owner unimaginable powers. Hand-crafted by Death himself," Cas said, pointing to the stick on the table.
"Then, a ring. Jeweled and untarnished through time. They called it the Ring of Death, once again, made by Death himself. The owner had complete control over the dead and the dying." Cas said, pointing to the second item. A ring that had an odd symbol on it. A vertical line, a circle, and a triangle, all put together.
"And lastly, an Invisibility Cloak. Made from Death's own robe. It is said the cloak could hide the person wearing it from anyone and anything, even Death himself." Cas said, motioning to the last item. A silvery, flowing cloak.
"These objects are connected to each other, and to Harry in their own ways. Even when kept apart, they were strong. Each gave the owner a powerful advantage over any other wizard. But when put together, they are powerful beyond imagination, and make the owner completely invincible: The Master of Death."
"Right... Nothing risky about that at all. Does anyone else see the big red warning signs?" said Bobby, finally speaking.
"Harry is a noble man. He will awaken and join our fight, or he will return to his slumber."
"So, you're saying, we've got three of these cursed objects. And we're just going hand them over to the soulless-guy here, hope he wakes up and doesn't go nuts and kill us all, or worse, join Lucifer?"
"He won't. And for your information, he was the Master of Death before he was unjustly punished. These items are already rightfully his. We are just allowing his own magic and powers to put him to back together."
Dean got up and turned to directly face Cas. "Look, I get it. You like this guy. He did some good stuff, and was on the right side once. But why risk it? We got the items. Let's just use them and let the soulless zombie sleep."
"That won't be possible." Cas replied in an agitated tone.
"Why not?"
"Because you are not wizards, Dean." Castiel snapped. "In order to use any of these items, one must be born blessed with magical power."
"Wait, what? Blessed with magical powers? I thought he was just a he-witch. What is he, a psychic?" Dean inquired.
"Wizards are different from the witches you have encountered over the years." Cas answered. "Those witches did not possess any real magical powers. All their so-called abilities came either from making Crossroad Deals, demonic powers, or by using Wiccan charms. The Wizarding world, where Harry comes from, has a different type of magic. Their world exists within ours, yet most of your people can not see it, because the Wizarding people have been living concealed from you for years. And their abilities are much more powerful."
"I don't get it," Sam broke in. "He's more powerful than a witch? How does that him any safer?"
Bobby, on the other hand, knew something else was up. The older, wiser hunter had been quietly observing the way Cas had been acting since he'd returned, and knew that there was something more to this than he was letting on.
"You idjit." Bobby burst out. "You say you know this boy won't hurt nobody. But how do WE know that's true?"
"You have my word." said Cas. "Harry would never harm an innocent person. He doesn't have it in him."
"And how do YOU know that!?" yelled Dean.
"Because it is his destiny to save people!" yelled Cas, finally snapping. "Be it hundreds, thousands, or in this case, millions. It is so engraved in his being, that he couldn't do the opposite, even if he tried. It is impossible for him to turn evil in any way."
"It's impossible for him to do anything evil? EVER? How?" Dean retorted.
"Because..." Cas sighed. "Do you remember Chuck? The prophet?"
Sam groaned. "How can we forget him? I still haven't forgiven him for the whole Becky thing."
"Oh, God dammit, don't tell me this guy is another one… If it's not another angel, it has to be another prophet. What the hell!" Dean injected rudely.
"Harry is much more important then a prophet." Cas snapped again, silencing Sam and Dean. Bobby leaned back in his wheelchair. How the heck could this guy be more important then a Prophet?
"Well, this ought to be fun…" He commented dryly.
"He's a savior," Cas said, looking at all of them in turn. "He's the savior of the entire Wizarding world."