Title: Misguided Misconceptions
Word Count: 1, 209
Warnings: Let's just go with anything and everything.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hp or SPN.
A/N: read the one on bottom.

"If your gonna screw up, do it while you're young. Older you get, the harder it is to bounce back." ~Winston Groom

Chapter 6:

Harry decided something that cold November morning. It didn't matter that Dean hadn't been around in months, it didn't matter that the twins weren't as happy as they should have been, and it didn't matter that Neville had sort of taken over as Nathanael's other parent. He didn't want to take the shit anymore. He was sick and tired of being left behind and doing nothing. Who care if he had a six month son? He could still hunt, he could still make a difference in this world and he was sick of being treated like glass. He was also extremely sick and pissed at the obnoxious moron who left him and his son one times to many.

Running a hand through his hair he huffed angrily. Nothing had been going right lately and he was sick of complaining! Well, even if he wasn't complaining out loud, it was mostly in his thoughts, but still! It was damn annoying. He wanted control of his life, and he would take it. Distractedly, Harry ran the brush through shaggy hair and grinned as it refused to lay flat. He had run out of the conditioner that tamed it a few months ago but he hadn't been able to find it in the stores lately… maybe he should owl for it?

'One more thing,' he thought. He would take back his life, whether it would be in a storm or it would be calm, he would get it back. He wasn't broken and he knew for a fact John Winchester had juggled kids and hunting, he could do the same and he had a feeling he could do it better.

Harry stood up for the edge of the bed and rolled his eyes as Neville turned over, snoring loudly. His mind flashed back to the morning after Neville had arrived—when he found out Dean had disappeared into the night.

Harry groaned, slowly waking up. He glanced around the room, not seeing a light from the window and wondered why he had woken up so suddenly. Concentrating he could distantly hear the roar of an engine. Harry frowned and got out of bed, pulling on a pair of sweat pants. He quietly padded out of the room and frowned harder as something heavy settled in his stomach.

He glanced into the rooms in his hallway and let out a sigh of relief as he saw Bobby and the twins were fine. Thinking for a moment he headed down the stairs and bit his bottom lip—a nasty habit he had been developing lately. He cocked his head to the side as he hit the last step, something was different. He scanned the room and saw Sam sitting in the corner, check one. Sam was always sitting in a corner reading or arguing with Dean—like a creeper.

Harry paused and his eyes immediately went to the couch. Dean was th … Dean? Dean was gone. His eyes widened before narrowing. Dean wouldn't dare leave, not after he had bonded so much with Nathanael… Would he? Then again, this was Dean Winchester he was thinking about; of course he would leave in the middle of the night. Dean hated any type of good-bye and anything relatively "chick-flick" like. Even if he had a biological son in the equation now.

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath Harry headed back upstairs and ignored the pang in his heart. He really had a small flame of hope that Dean might actually stay this time. Sliding into bed he basked in the brotherly love that rolled off of Neville. It seemed as soon as one family member came home another had to disappear.

Harry pounded down the stairs and was out of the door in a flash. He needed to see if Bobby had an extra car that had four to five seats. He frowned, was he willing to risk the twin's safety by bringing them with him? Did he want to have them experience the Winchester-like schooling system?

"Yep," Harry muttered, making the final decision. "I'm being selfish for once in my life. I want Nathanael and the twins to come with me and I want Neville to stay here and train." He bit his lip again and winced at how sore it had become. Maybe that was a sign to stop. Or, at least, limit himself to only biting it once or twice a day.

"Excuse me?" The voice behind him sounded angry and a bit stunned. Turning slowly Harry winced as he saw Neville standing there, the classic hands on hips pose.

"…You're excused?" Harry straightened up from where he was glancing inside an old '69 Camaro.

Neville pursed his lips, doing a good imitation of Professor McGonagall for a moment, or was it Professor Sprout? "You're going to leave and you just decided to leave me in the dust? Your best friend? You want to leave me here with only Bobby and Sam? Are you insane? No—wait, don't answer that. I already know you are."

"I just- I want to be free." Harry knew it wasn't the best excuse but it was the only one he could really think of at this moment. He couldn't very well tell Neville that even though he viewed him as a brother he didn't trust him enough to hunt with him.

Yeah, he had turned into a hypocrite. He had gone on a hunt with Sam and Dean without really knowing either of them but Bobby had told him about them. It didn't really matter, he guessed. Even if Neville helped with the war and he had had his back then he didn't know if he would still have his back now.

Looking into Neville's eyes he must have seen the truth in Harry's as his eyes turned cold and his mouth tightened. "I thought we were brothers in arms? I thought we could trust each other with anything. Even out lives. I would give you my life to protect in a heartbeat—,"

"Don't!" Harry cut him off. "Do not say that! I can't protect anyone. I couldn't even protect my best friend in America. He was fucking killed by his own brother. So do not, if you know what's good for you, put your life in my hands. I'll let you die, intentionally or not, and I don't need another death on my hands." He growled the last part and spun around, mentally mapping where he had found the car.

Neville rolled his eyes behind Harry's back and jogged after him. "You aren't responsible for your friend's death and stop thinking that you are." Neville threw his arm around Harry's shoulder and snickered lightly as Harry tried to shrug him off. "Admit it, you would be lonely without me. You would be begging for me by the end of your 'trip'." Neville smiled smugly as Harry's left eyes twitched.

"You are so annoying," Harry murmured, more to himself than anyone else.

"Yeah, I know."

Maybe he wouldn't be on his own as he tried to retake his life. A friend supporting him couldn't be the worst thing in the world. Even if he wished for someone else to be with him.

A/n: So SORRY for the wait! Just getting sick, exams, and writers block kind of beat me down. But! I'm already working on the next chapter, I swear! So, reviews last time were nice. But, I would also enjoy reviews this time... They might make me write faster. I could send off the next chapter to my Beta tonight instead of Friday night... Lol, yeah, but please review. And I have a poll and new one shot on my profile. Please check them out! Thanks to those who said Happy Birthday!

CDFK

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