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Warnings: mild swearing.
My Note: So super quick question, Is there anywhere that the people who are actually reading this want to see it go? Do you want slash? A happy ending? Any particular events? tell me, tell me everything no matter how stupid it may seem. TELL ME, thank you.
1, 2, 3, 3 and ½ , 4, 4 and ¾ . Harry felt like that damn shrunken head from the night bus, the only difference being he was full size and counting in his doorway in a somewhat overly desperate attempt to not look like he had been hovering in the hallway waiting for the strangers to knock. He had of course, that that was hardly the point.
Unfortunately, all that hard work he had put into not looking desperate came undone rather abruptly as he reached ten and all but ripped his front door off its hinges, mentally slapping himself as he smiled and said "hi, how can I help-" he cut himself off immediately as his eyes yet again landed on the shining black car. There wasn't anything like that in the wizarding world.
Before he even knew what he was doing he had brushed past the two very confused looking men and wondered down the little path and out the gate muttering several appreciative phrases under his breath as he took in the sheer awesome that was this car. In fact, Harry was so taken in by the absolute awesomeness of the Chevy that he didn't notice the dark haired man in the trench coat appear until he slammed into him.
"Good afternoon, my name is Cas-" Harry cut the guy off almost immediately with a loud 'Shushhh sush sush,' Before returning to admiring this car.
"Hey, I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean and our friend Castiel. You are Harry, right?" the taller one said having approached cautiously, whilst the other just scowled at him from the doorway.
"Yes, I'm Harry." Even as he spoke he felt himself getting less and less excited, and more and more wary of the presence of the two strangers, even if they did have a lovely mode of transport. Maybe the Daily Prophet had managed to track him down after all and was now trying to distract him with shiny objects whilst getting information out of him. Oh god, please anything but that.
"Hunters and an angel?" a whispery voice drifted over his shoulder, and Harry turned taking in the form of a sickly pale reaper. "My, my Harry, what have you got yourself into?" The young wizard opened his mouth to reply to the one of the creatures who had been one of his only contacts with the world outside of letters. Luckily for him, he managed to close it again before saying anything. It wouldn't do for his guests to think he was crazy now would it? Though, if he was being honest with himself, that ship had probably already sailed.
"Could we possibly go inside and talk to you about a few things. I'd rather not have a conversation like this in the open." The Sam person continued while looking at him as though he had become unglued.
"Okay," Harry slowly stepped backwards, leading them all – angel and reaper included- down the walkway and through door before directing them into the sadly unpainted lounge room. "What is it you three want from me?"
"Let's cut the crap shall we." The shorter man spoke up for the first time "we were told that you're a freaking wizard and that something's up with your magical core and you can help us fight Lucifer."
"Oh," well that made so much more sense, in a way, sort of. Okay not at all. "So let me get this straight. You two are hunters?" they nodded so he continued "and you are trying to get rid of the devil?" another nod. "And the angel has told you that I have an odd magical core and can help you?"
"Wow, would you look at that" none other than Dean began "You seem to have the concept nicely. Good job. Now are you going to help or not?"
"Look, I really don't have any experience what so ever when it comes to hunting or really anything like that so maybe you're looking in the wrong place."
"If you know nothing about hunting how come you got this place warded against angels?" Dean said in a tine that was only a tiny bit, extremely accusatory.
"I don't" Harry replied slowly "I just have it warded against anything I haven't invited in. I have too many people who want my head on a pike to risk getting taken by surprise."
"Like who?" Dean, yet again, accused.
"That hardly matters" Harry found himself rising to the challenge the exact same way he always did with Draco back in the day. "I honestly don't see how I can help you or why I would."
"Because if you don't then thousands, if not millions of people will die." Sam gave him a slightly desperate look. "I mean, we have nothing and if Cas says you can help I believe him."
"Now is this not just the situation you were looking for?" the reapers voice drifted over his shoulder. "A chance to be a hero again without the baggage such a tittle holds?"
"What does he mean 'again'?" Castiel asked him whilst starring down the smirking reaper.
"He means nothing. You see, he is actually a mute." Oh god this excuse was already failing awfully. "He simply likes to lie about being a mute by talking nonsense on a regular basis. So who wants tea? I want tea." Harry stood up and left the room without waiting for anyone to answer and only vaguely aware of the presence following him.
"You just had to open your stupid undead mouth didn't you?" Harry spat out at the reaper in a hushed tone, "why are you even here?"
"I was told to inform you that Lucifer is currently sharing your tittle and if he is to discover your existence than he will slaughter you."
"Oh joy" the young wizard replied as he ran a tired hand through his hair. "So basically you're telling me that I either take the job to help take out the Devil or I sit around, bored as buggery, waiting for him to figure out that I am also the Master of Death and come over here to end my bloodline, and possibly the rest of the towns too?"
"You appear to have grasped the concept." The reaper said, repeating Dean's earlier comment before disappearing into thin air.
Harry stood with both hands pressed against the bench trying to think this through - something that had never really been his strong point. So, unless he stopped Lucifer, Lucifer would stop him. This meant that he yet again had some crazy, powerful madman chasing him down. Then, on the other hand, he had been bored out of his brains lately. Though was embarking on another life risking quest to help people who couldn't help themselves really his idea of filling time. Maybe he could just stick a kitten in a tree and then save it a couple times, but even that would lose its novelty sooner or later. So really, Harry's only option was to risk life and limb until he passed the point of regretting his decision and either died or won. "Well, fuck."
"Are you okay?" he heard the taller boy ask from behind him and he rounded on him suddenly, a happy smile across his face.
"You know what Sam? I'll do it, if you let me drive that car out of town."
"It's a deal." Sam leapt on the chance moments before Deans screamed protest could reach them. It was going to be a long few months, Harry thought to himself, making sure to leave the pleasant smile in place if only to infuriate the older boy.