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Harry Potter and his Guardian Angels

Part 5

"He snapped his fingers, right? So what if we just…" Snap.

"Whoa! Sam! You're a genius, dude! I think you fucking did it," Dean said, looking around for his suddenly missing brother. "Sam?" He heard another snap and Sam reappeared, laughing.

He snapped his fingers again and was gone. Dean looked in the direction feeling a little annoyed. "Seriously, Sammy? What are you? Five?"

Another snap and Sam came back. "Sorry, Dean," he said with a sheepish grin. "But this is awesome. Try it."

"Alright," Dean said and snapped his own fingers. He didn't feel any different and Sam was staring straight at him. "It didn't work," he muttered.

Sam furrowed his brows and suddenly looked past him. "What do you mean 'it didn't work'? Dude, where are you? I can't see you!"

"Are you fucking with me right now?"

Sam's face twisted into his 'bitch' face. "Do I look like I'm fucking around, Dean?"

"No." Dean snapped his fingers again and Sam turned back to him.

Harry, perched on the other bed, stared up from the letter, his face told them he'd seen the whole thing. "Did you just…"

"Yeah, kid," Dean said proudly. "We just turned invisible. We're superheroes now, Sammy."

Sam rolled his eyes. "It's one of the perks of being an angel," he explained.

"So why did you tell Hagrid you were 'Animagi' instead of angels?" Harry asked.

Dean pondered the question for a second, catching his brother's eyes. "It's…complicated."

"I thought as much," Harry muttered.

Sam sat up straighter, his back to the headboard. "Harry, no one can know about us, understand?"

"Why?"

"Just trust us. It's better this way," Dean said.

Harry was clearly intrigued now. "Why is it better this way? Why can't anyone know you guys are actually angels?"

Dean almost wanted to snap out, 'Because we're not' but held his tongue. "Just because," he said instead and left it at that. He was sure Harry wasn't going to drop the matter, he'd come back to it later. No one said a word until Hagrid came back at midnight.

The door jiggled.

From the other side, Hagrid yelled, "You in there, 'arry? I got something for you, for your birthday."

With a final glance to the brothers, Harry got off the bed and raced to open the door, "Coming!"

Sam and Dean shared a look and snapped their fingers simultaneously. When Harry looked back, the room was empty. Hagrid scratched his head, so sure that there'd been the two Animagi to keep Harry company.

"Now where'd they go?"

"I'm sorry? Who are you talking about, Hagrid?" Harry asked.

"The…never you mind. It doesn't matter." Hagrid fetched out the box of cake. "Happy birthday, Harry!"

Harry took the box gratefully and smiled up at the man. "Thank you, Hagrid. This is great. I really appreciate it."

Hagrid beamed down at him and ruffled Harry's hair. "It's the least I could do for ya."

They both had cake in the room and Dean's stomach growled at the sight. "At least it's not pie," Sam said helpfully.

"You're not being helpful, dude," Dean muttered.

"So what do you think about Hogwarts?" Hagrid asked, scooping another bite in.

Harry shrugged, "Can I really go? You're not making some gigantic mistake, right? Because as far as I could tell, I'd never been a wizard. I'm just…Harry. Plain Harry."

"Well 'Just' Harry," Hagrid said, "between you and me, Hogwarts would be lucky to have you."

"But why, Hagrid? Why would Hogwarts be lucky to have me?" Harry pressed, putting down the spoon.

Hagrid sighed. "You really don't know, do you?"

"Know what?"

"Your parents weren't killed in a car crash," Hagrid said. "They were wizards, just like you are. Your parents died protecting you."

"What? From what? They died in a car crash! Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia said so!"

Hagrid shook his head, sorrow in his eyes. "I'm sorry to tell you this but your uncle and aunt lied to you. A car crash wouldn't kill Lily and James Potter. They died from evil, pure evil, that night. You were just a baby, Harry."

The story of Harry Potter was a lot for a kid to take in. Hagrid told him strictly the minimum, the 'need to know basis' as John would refer to it as. Voldemort was of course referred to as 'You Know Who' which Dean, fan boy or not, always thought was kind of stupid. How could people be so scared to say one asshole's name? Still, Harry bought into all of it. Hagrid even showed him the scar to prove it, told him it came from Voldemort.

Hagrid didn't leave in the night. He nearly squashed Dean as he plopped onto the empty bed opposite Harry. "Hagrid, wait…" Harry started as Dean rolled away just in time with a look of utter shock. "N-never mind." It almost seemed like Harry could see them. But that was impossible considering how many times Sam and Dean had gone invisible in Harry's presence earlier and he didn't seem to notice.

Dean looked to Sam anyway.

"Maybe he was just playing along before." It was possible but Dean still wasn't sure. It seemed unlikely.

Hagrid looked over to Harry questioningly. "You okay, Harry?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," Harry said but his eyes followed Dean's movements as he crawled on the floor.

Hagrid looked down to the floor but saw nothing. He looked back to Harry with concern. "If you're sure. We should really get some sleep. Tomorrow's a big day."

"Why's that?"

"Because we'll be getting your school supplies." Harry blinked in surprise. "You didn't think you'd be going to Hogwarts without any supplies, did you?"

"No. No of course not!"

"Good. Get some sleep, Harry. We'll talk more in the morning."

Harry fell asleep on the bed while Hagrid took the other. Dean grumbled and curled on the floor beside his brother. 'This sucks, Sammy,' he mouthed.

Sam smacked him upside the head and said, "Go to sleep, dude."

Dean wasn't happy but complied anyway.

Morning sucked even more. Hagrid couldn't see them but Harry certainly could, there wasn't a doubt in Dean's head now. He was staring at them at breakfast. Dean's stomach grumbled loudly but Hagrid wasn't bothered about it as he passed Harry a plate of eggs and bacon. Ugh, Dean loved bacon.

Harry shot him a curious look as he speared a strip of bacon. He mouthed, 'Angels eat?'

Dean glared and said, "This one does."

"What smells actually edible?" Sam asked as he stretched.

"Bacon and eggs," Dean told his brother. Then he decided to add, "That we can't eat."

Sam groaned at the words. "We'll get something later," he tried to reassure his brother.

Dean shot another look at Harry's plate. "We better."

Harry gave them a few strips of bacon when Hagrid wasn't looking. "Off we go now, Harry," Hagrid said, getting up.

Harry looked up at him and asked, "Where are we going?"

"Where every witch and wizard gets their gold, Harry. Gringotts," Hagrid said.

"Gringotts? I've never heard of that."

"I'm not surprised with that uncle and aunt of yours. And they call themselves your family. I bet James and Lily are just flipping in their graves right now. Harry, Gringotts is the wizarding world's bank. It's located in Diagon Alley," Hagrid explained.

"Is it…here? In England."

"I should hope so. Now save the questions for later. We're on a rather tight schedule."

"Okay."

Harry shot a quick glance to the brothers before following Hagrid out. Sam and Dean got the hint.

Diagon Alley was awesome close up and personal. Dean itched to touch a lot of stuff, awestruck. It was a lot cooler than being on a set. Everything just looked so real. Dean was struck with the sudden realization that everything actually was real. Sam, ever the levelheaded brother, slapped his hand away from running his fingers over the smooth, cool walls of the Gringotts bank.

He recoiled from his brother with a scowl as another goblin ran past them. "Son of a…"

"Dean…" Sam's warning jerked Dean back to the present.

Fucking goblins all over the place. The things were running this joint, Dean realized in awe.

It was hard not to be impressed being inside a structure like this. He could understand why Harry hadn't been able to keep his mouth shut the entire time, shooting off questions like nothing. Hagrid flashed the kid an amused grin and just said, "Wait 'til you see your vault."

"Holy…shit." Dean gave a low appreciative whistle. Piles upon piles of gold, Harry must have hit the jackpot here.

"Wow," Harry breathed alongside him. He looked up to Hagrid after a moment, still awestruck. "And this…this is all mine?"

Hagrid nodded, cocking his head toward the inside of the vault. "It's all yours. You didn't think your parents would've left you with nothing, did you, Harry?"

"No…but…" He obviously didn't think they'd left him with all this either.

The goblin with them chuckled. "You can be certain, Mister Potter, this is all yours."

"This is amazing!" Harry exclaimed and walked on in. Dean, often told he had the mentality of a seven year old, smirked at his brother and followed right behind the kid.

Dean was fiddling with a goblet made of pure gold when Hagrid joined them. "You ready to go yet, Harry?"

Harry looked up, adjusting his glasses over the bridge of his nose. "Where are we going now, Hagrid?"

Hagrid grinned and said, "Just a minor detour. I've got a quick stop at another vault. You can wait outside. Won't be long–I promise."

"Um, okay," Harry said.

Sam was frowning as the three hung back outside the mysterious vault only Hagrid was allowed in. The goblin looked around somewhat nervously and Dean, being bored, waved a hand in front of its face. Harry noticed and swatted his hand away quickly with a scowl.

"Stop that," he hissed back at Dean.

Dean grinned when the goblin turned back around to stare at Harry curiously. "Isss something the matter, Harry Potter?"

"No, no, Sir," Harry said quickly, shaking his head.

Dean sniggered, only to be elbowed in the rib hard by his brother. "Ow! Sammy!" He rubbed his suddenly aching side.

"Quit acting so immature. That's like abusing your powers right there, Dean!"

"What's the point if we can't have any fun while we're here?" Dean grumbled.

"Why don't you both just shut up for a while?" Harry whispered.

"Yes, 'Your Highness'," Dean said sarcastically. "And ow! Quit elbowing me."

"Quit acting like a jerk then," Sam said.

"Bitch," Dean grumbled.

Harry sighed and brought his knees to his chest. "And these are the angels sent to protect me," he muttered, rolling his eyes.

Hagrid came back a few minutes later but didn't say what he had taken from the vault. He looked at Harry, then to the goblin and declared they were leaving now. Harry felt a surge of relief course through him. Dean suddenly turned to Sam and said, "Hey, Sam, wanna hear a joke?"

"Not really," Sam responded, "but you're going to tell me anyway, aren't you?"

Dean smirked. "You know me too well, little brother. Okay, okay, so it starts like this: There were two wizards, angels and a goblin sitting in a cart…"

The wand was the first on the list. Dean supposed a wizard/witch was nothing without a wand, like how a hunter was useless without, well, their training. Dean always thought it was a gigantic flaw in the movies. Once someone took away a wizard's wand, they were almost nearly defenseless.

Child's play.

But at least Dad taught Sam and Dean how to fight with just their bare hands and feet. Dean could fight even when his gun was taken, so long as he was alive and kickin'.

Hagrid left Harry to run some errands, leaving the three to stand in front of the store called 'OLLIVANDER'S'.

"I don't get it. If you're a wizard, born with magic, why would you need a stick to use it?" Dean complained.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Don't listen to him, Harry. You're acting like a jerk again, Dean."

"It's a valid question, geek boy," Dean said.

"No it isn't. Now shut up and let's just go inside." As Sam walked past him, he said, "Come on, dude. Quit getting worked up over nothing."

"I'm not! Really! I'm just saying…"

Garrick Ollivander was an old man with hair that reminded Dean of Back to the Future's Doc Brown–that was a pretty good movie too now that Dean was thinking about it. Ollivander scurried to the back, muttering along the lines of, "Curious, hm, curious indeed" every time Harry so much as picked up a wand.

Dean leaned back and said, "We should just call you 'Curious Harry'. Ow! Sammy, you do know you've got really bony elbows, right?"

"So I've been told," Sam said.

"Yeah well it's because it's true," Dean grumbled, flashing his brother a glare.

"Can you guys please not fight for more than two minutes?" Harry asked sounding exasperated.