Disclaimer: I do not own.
Title: Misguided Misconception
Warnings: language, and like, other things.
Beta: Chrystel Malfoy-Potter: You are awesome ;) Thank you so much.
Word Count: 1,222
A/N: Here you go, don't kill me.

"I'm sick of people always saying, 'We'll always be together.' `Cause, you know, ten out of ten people die." ~Anonymous.

Dear Neville,

I know this is out of the blue and I'm not sure if you would even want to talk to me, but I need your help. These past years have changed me a lot but, I'm still me. I still have that unnatural talent to find trouble and apparently I attract the end of the world. Yeah, you didn't read wrong. I helped out with the American Apocalypse last year. Oh, I also have a three month baby, an 'ex' who, by the way, I think I'm in love with and I've basically adopted a set of twins.

Now do you understand why I need your help?

It all started with moving to Sioux, South Dakota and met Bobby Singer. He's a Hunter. I had this little problem so I went to for him for help — that's really another story for another time though. Anyway, I met him and a little while later (a year or so, maybe longer, those days are a blur) I met his "sons" Dean and Samuel Winchester.

Its all Dean Winchesters fault, I swear! I was innocent! Innocent I say!… Okay, maybe not completely innocent but soon after I found my thoughts wandering even more to him. We slept together and I got pregnant — did you know male wizards could get pregnant? I didn't. I am not a wizard-raised person despite what people think so it would have been nice to know! Moving on ... he left me. Maybe I didn't choose to tell him at the best time—it was the apocalypse and he had just lost his brother and defeated Lucifer — but he just left! He got up, got in his car, and drove away to his whore!

Actually, she dumped his ass soon after, so I don't think the term whore should apply to her. Maybe I was jealous? No… I don't get jealous, just like I wasn't jealous of you and Luna that one year, or you and Draco, or you and Blaise—holy fuck, you got around seventh year, didn't you?

Maybe I should stop rambling? I was off of topic but can you see how I need you? I know you must hate me, Nev, but I need you, in more ways than one. You were always my rock. You were the cool headed Gryffindor, and you honestly are really important to me. I just really want you to travel here and help me out.

Nathanael, that's the name of my son, is going to need some more help. His magic levels are off of the charts. I mean it literally, I can't even tell if he's magic less or extremely gifted. How fucked up is that?

You know what? I've gone on long enough, please just come. Call me if you're coming. I'll be waiting.

Love,

Harry

-0-

Harry bit his nails, glancing at the door every few seconds. It was only 1 A.M and Harry was still wondering why Neville wasn't here yet. He was supposed to be here no later than nine. Nine in the morning? Or was it nine at night? He hadn't been specific when he called again, just a quick, "nine o'clock on the 8th. Be ready."

Harry sighed in frustration and flopped down onto the couch. "Damn you, Neville. This is your way of getting back at me, isn't it?" Green eyes narrowed in anger. "You just want to punish me…" Harry scowled, rubbing his head. "I'm insane. Fucking talking to myself. What the hell is wrong with me?"

Somebody laughed, startling Harry out of his thoughts. Whirling around, his breath caught in his throat as he met warm brown eyes, a quirky smile, and bark hair. "Hey, Harry." Neville grinned, "Been a while, hasn't it?" Arms opened up and enveloped Harry in a hug.

Harry buried his face in the junction between Neville's neck and shoulder. "Missed you," he mumbled, taking a deep breath. He really missed Neville. The one person who truly believed in him, despite what Fate threw at him.

"Missed you too, Harry." Neville said, squeezing a little harder. "So," he pulled away, looking Harry straight in the eyes. "This Dean character…?"

'Aw hell,' Harry thought, eyeing the way Neville's hands clenched. 'Dean has a rather large hate club.' A small smile pulled at Harry's lips. "He's not absolutely horrid but he's pretty close. A typical cocky, smart ass, with a bad reputation, ... except with the ladies. Apparently, the ladies love him. Of course, they do." Harry muttered the last part, glaring at the wall.

Neville cocked an eyebrow, "No offense, but he sounds a little douche."

A startled laugh left Harry's throat in a rush. "Douche? Dean?" Green eyes sparkled, "Maybe just a little."

Neville smiled before yawning loudly, brown eyes fluttered shut for a moment. "Do I have a place I can crash?"

"Here?" Harry snorted. "You can share my room. That is, if you don't mind being woken up at all hours of the night from a crying infant." Neville rolled his eyes and motioned for Harry to lead the way. A few minutes later they were curled up on Harry's small bed, talking quietly.

Harry drifted off in warm arms, wishing they were someone else's. Someone with murkey-moss eyes.

-0-

Dean shrugged on his jacket and brushed a hand through short hair before heading out the door. He sighed happily when he saw the Impala sitting where he left her. "Hey, babe," He said, running a hand up and down her side. "Sorry I haven't taken you for a drive lately."

He opened the side door and slid into the warm seat, one that he knew so well. The Impala meant he was safe; it was a never ending comfort that only leather seats could provide. Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. He turned the Impala on and grinned.

He felt like he was truly at home. It was the same feeling he got every time he held Nathanael, every time Harry actually smiled at him. But, that didn't mean anything in particular, din't it? So, what if they gave off the feeling of being at home? It meant nothing, it was nothing. He wasn't supposed to feel the warm butterflies in his stomach every time Harry raised an eyebrow at him.

He was Dean Winchester for god's sake; he wasn't supposed to be a stay at home kind of guy. He needed a hunt, he needed to do something. Anything and it had to be just him. No Sam, no Bobby, no Harry.

Nodding his head with determination, Dean revved the engine and started to drive. He didn't notice how Crowley popped into the back seat and he definitely didn't notice the cruel smirk adorning the Demon's face.

He drove and he drove, it seemed like the road called to him. Maybe that's a good thing, because he wouldn't be seeing anything but the inside of Motel rooms and his car for quite a while. Not the beautiful baby boy that was half him, or the sparkling green eyes of a certain black hair man that made him feel all fuzzy inside.

A/N: There will be some serious Harry/Twins time in the next chapter. Sorry to those who have had to wait so long! THANK YOU FOR ALL OF THE REVIEWS! They really made my week. So, please review again ;)

CDFK

P.S. I have to ask Johnny Depp or Brad Pitt?