A/N: Thank you to everyone that reviewed and as always I will do my best to answer questions through PM.

I will answer one here though as I have had a few questions regarding Harry and the Winchester's ages and time lines.

When Harry makes the move to America it is 1999 but before his birthday so he turns 19 after he arrives in America. (Dean would have been 20 and Sam would have been 16)

According to Super-wiki...Sam will leave to go to Stanford at either 18 or 19 and will start dating Jessica at 20 and of course season one starts in the year 2005 when Sam is 22.

This chapter will take us to 2003. Dean would be 24, Harry would be 22 (The chapter ends before his birthday and he is 1 1/2 years younger than Dean) and Sam would be 19 (chapter ends before his birthday too as it is in May.) So I have him already at Stanford...I think he would have gone as soon as he was 18.

If it helps I can post ages that they would be at the start of chapters...let me know if that is something that helps you guys and if you want me too.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Supernatural.

The next few years were interesting for Harry. Immediately after his arrival at the bunker he started to stock up on supplies using the stores in the nearest towns as he explored. There was plenty of storage space in the bunker and he decided that he would rather be fully stocked so that he would not have to worry about running out of anything if he got distracted or just didn't feel like having to run out and pick something up.

Not only was he stocking up on supplies, but he was also buying a few things to update the furniture and overall look of the bunker. He had no intention of living in a time capsule if he could avoid it…granted the fifties was better than the outdated mess that was Grimmauld place, but he wanted it to be a place that reflected him…his home, ad that involved buying things that appealed to him and not some long dead ancestor.

This tendency to buy large supplies of bulk items from different stores had a few store clerks assuming that he was a doomsday prepper that was worried about the upcoming Y2K disaster.

The first time someone had asked if he was preparing for the Millennium bug Harr had been completely baffled…and that bafflement only grew when they started talking about Y2K and how the computer systems all over the world were going to fail on New Year's Eve…which apparently would be disastrous for everyone. They were going to end up living in the Stone Age without electricity and they wouldn't even be able to buy bread!

Harry had just stood in the parking lot where he had been loading up his car with supplies and stared incredulously at the old man telling him about how smart he was to prepare for the end of the world as they knew it.

Harry slowly closed his trunk and started inching his way closer to the door to his car while nodding along with the man, more than ready to get away from all the crazy. He had no idea what the man was talking about, but he had plenty of experience dealing with crazy…and he could almost see the crazy coming off this guy like he was a glow stick.

Because of his encounter with the crazy Y2K man in the parking lot, he did spend a few hours at the library trying to figure out what the deal was and eventually decided that it was not something he had to worry about right then. By the time he actually got around to dealing with the electronics in the bunker, the New Year would have already started. It was kind of hard for him to freak out over something he had no experience with anyway…and he had been living without electricity since he was eleven. He was fairly sure that he would survive.

He simply carried on with his shopping and redecorating while ignoring all the looks he was getting. By the end of his first summer in Lebanon, Kansas he had also decided that he would need to catch up on his No-Maj education. His education in the No-Maj world had stopped when he turned eleven and he had received his Hogwarts letter, which meant that he had the equivalent education of a fifth grader.

He may have the paperwork from Gringotts claiming he had completed his education, but he knew where his education had stopped and he was in no way prepared to apply to a college and there was no way that someone that got to know him would believe that he graduated high school. It certainly did not help things that he had held back so that he would not do better than Dudley while they were in school.

On top of his issues with his lack of No-Maj education, he had also never taken his NEWTs. This was fine in England where he was given Honorary NEWTs thanks to his efforts in the war…but that really did not amount to much here in America.

It was with these thoughts in mind that Harry contacted Darla for some information on taking his NEWTs in America while also contacting a few Educational Departments around the state to collect information on what he should have been learning all along within the No-Maj world.

Thankfully he had been fairly well prepared for his NEWTs before the move to America. It was hard to grow up with Hermione and not to have been constantly learning something, and he had been revising already when he had been notified that he would be given the Honorary NEWTs.

When he took his NEWTs in April, he finally noticed that the whole Y2K issue had already passed by without his even noticing anything. With the danger of the computers all crashing or possibly getting up and walking off (He really had no idea) Harry finally decided to update the electronics within the bunker.

He called the local internet companies and had the entire bunker wired for company grade internet…the guy that came to set it up called it DSL and it was apparently better than dial up and faster than the residential speeds he would have gotten if he had be buying for a house.

Harry had just nodded and prepared himself to Obliviate the guy that had installed everything and told him how everything worked while he talked. He was completely unwilling to allow people to know that the bunker was there if at all possible and he was already having to doge some questions from the nosy guy as he ran cables through the different rooms.

Strangely enough, the moment they were beside the work van for the internet company, the worker got extremely confused and asked Harry for directions back into the local town.

After a few moments of making sure that the guy actually had no memories of hooking up his internet and helping him set up the network inside, Harry made his way inside looking for an answer as to what had just happened. While he was thankful that he did not have to take the guys memories, he was confused as to how he had avoided the duty.

It took him three days to find the runes that had been engraved and carved into the hard to see areas of the doorposts around the bunker. Once he knew what to look for he was able to quickly verify that they were present on every single one and each contained the same sets of runes.

Harry had to dig though the books that he had still not sorted from the Potter and Black vaults as well as the Black family library in order to decipher the meaning of his mystery runes. What he found left him in awe of Hubert Yaxley and his great-grandfather.

It was obvious to Harry that Hubert had been taught the subject despite his not being able to do magic; his great-grandfather probably deciding to teach his progeny the subjects he could that did not require active magic and the lessons were simply passed down through each generation. Hubert was able to use the knowledge passed down from his magical ancestor to carve in rune chains into the bunker that would activate when someone entered and started work that would eventually lead to some sort of paper trail with their companies.

Once activated, the runes would basically act like a mix of the Obliviate and Confundus spells to ensure that the bunker was never added into any systems that could be tracked by a company. It explained how the bunker managed to be completely off the grid while still having active power and phone lines when Harry arrived. He may have not known much about technology and such, but he had known enough to think that had been odd when he arrived and found that the lights worked. At least he now knew why he did not have any past due utility bills.

It took a lot of practice and frustration on Harry's part, but he was eventually using his new computer and the internet connection to study for his No-Maj education. He did run out and buy a program that was supposed to teach him how to type better than just picking out letters with his finger, and while it worked…it was the source of most of his frustration. Most of his time was spent catching up learning the things that he was behind on so that he would eventually be able to take some college courses if he wanted.

When he would get tired of studying for his No-Maj education, he would sort through the things he had taken from his vaults and Grimmauld Place. It did not take him long to move everything from a storage room near the supernatural library created by the Men of Letters and create a library just for his magical texts and artifacts that he wanted to display.

Sorting through the stuff that he had taken from the Men of Letters vault was another source of headaches for Harry, as he quickly realized that he had to find out just what all was stored in the bunker before he started on the stuff from the vault so that any copies of texts, records, or any dangerous artifacts could be placed back into the vault for safekeeping.

The sorting projects made Harry feel like he was losing his mind until he started making lists. He had lists for almost everything. He would make an inventory of each room and have that posted on each door and then he would have lists of just one type of thing that would show what room each item was in…this project not only helped him to develop some pretty good organization skills, but it also helped him with his computer skills as he started putting his lists into the computer.

It took two years before Harry felt that he had everything sorted properly and that he had everything that he had decided to store in the vault properly cataloged. If someone were to walk into that vault now they would not be met with a jumbled mess of boxes with seemingly random papers and flies stuffed hither and yon.

Aside from a few notes that he had sent off to Darla throughout the time he was settling in, he really did not do much more than read when it came to his new job. He had decided early on that he would compare the magical creatures to their No-Maj supernatural counterparts when he was able to, and he had started out just sending a few bits of information that he found while going through the Men of Letters information; not all that keen on just grabbing some salt and a sword and running off to kill some kind of monster. Been there and done that…he didn't want to do it again.

He started his research by continuing to research supernatural ghosts. Not only was it the first thing he had read from the Men of Letters information, but he had a magical counterpart that he was familiar with that he could compare the information to. He already knew that they were susceptible to iron and salt and that they were much more violent than their magical counterparts. What he did not know is what else could be used to deal with the sprits.

Magical ghosts had a tendency to remain much as they were at the time of their deaths and they were much less confused when it came to them knowing about their demises and why they had chosen to stay behind. They normally ended up traveling to a place where many magicals lived as they had no documented interactions with anyone non magical. They also seemed more solid…more grounded…than the supernatural ghosts from what information Harry could gather.

On the supernatural front, all he really knew was that they did not like iron, they could not cross salt, and you had to salt and burn the bones of the ghost to get rid of them. If there were no bones then you would have to find whatever object they were attached to and salt and burn that. Other than some banishing spells, there was really no information on getting rid of magical ghosts…and the spells they had were not used very often as ghosts just weren't that much of a problem…unless they were teaching history, but still.

From his research, Harry could tell that the whole salt and burn thing was meant to provide purification for the spirit. Thanks to all of his magical books on herbs and such, he was more than a little bit interested if he could find a way to deal with a ghost that did not involve him digging up a dead body in the middle of the night and setting it on fire. From the Black library he had found a ritual that would summon Death…but that just did not seem like it would be a good idea to Harry. It did not quite work out all that well for the Peverell brothers after all, and he wasn't going to risk pissing off Death even if he was the supposed Master (Something he didn't really think was all that likely.)

One thing he did find that would be useful was that burning Dittany could attract a spirit if there was one close by, and it sounded much less dangerous than summoning Death. He wasn't quite sure why the Blacks had such a need for the information, but hey…whatever made his job easier.

In February of 2003, Harry found a few news articles about strange happenings that sounded like they could be caused by a haunting. He diligently did his research on each mysterious happening or death just to make sure that he wasn't going to show up in the town and have to deal with something outside of his current knowledge.

Once he felt that he had all the information he could get before actually traveling to the town itself, Harry packed up his bag with various items he wanted to test on the spirit, a few huge bags of salt, A bag of Dittany, an iron fire poker along with various knives (He still needed to learn to shoot a gun), and notebooks to make notes in. With his preparation done, he headed off to his first hunt in Red Oak, Iowa.

Finding information within the town was fairly easy once Harry got settled into a small hotel on the outskirts of town. He had already printed out all the instances of strange occurrences that he could find online, which had started to happen periodically over the last fifty years. All of the strange accidents and deaths that happened during that timeframe Harry thought could be linked to one small area that had once been farm land but turned in to a small farmers market. He would have been lying if he had said he wasn't excited.

From his research, he had found that the ghost was most likely Abner Cartwright, who had had lived in the small farmhouse his entire life. He had died in 1949 when he was cutting down a tree that had been damaged in a storm…unfortunately, something had happened…no one had known what exactly, but Abner had been hit on the head with one of the tree limbs as the tree came down. His body had been found three days later when his neighbor had shown up to see if he could buy some of Abner's hay.

This was the person that Harry felt was most likely to be having trouble with coming to terms with his death. He had researched and found where the man was buried just in case he did need to salt and burn the bones; but wanted to try a few things before he resorted to grave desecration. He had even managed to find a sprit banishment ritual that he could try.

After spending three days in town to verify his information through the local library and records office, Harry made his way over to the farmers market where he let himself in to the deserted building. He took a few moments to find a room where no one would be able to see him through a window, and began to set up.

The first thing that he did was to draw an incomplete salt circle on the ground. After making a mess trying to pour the salt right out of the bag, he transfigured a bit of rubbish into a container with a spout that allowed him to pour the salt without wasting as much. Setting the container near the unfinished area of the circle, he placed a copper bowl in the center of the circle and placed some of his Dittany within the bowl.

After he had that area set up to his liking, he placed his bag with various items on a table with his notebook and iron poker (just in case.)

Looking around and feeling that he was as prepared as he was going to get, he stepped into the circle and tossed a lit match into the bowl with the Dittany. Stepping back out, he grabbed his container of salt and sat down to wait.

It did not take long for a sprit to approach the circle; much less time than Harry had been expecting actually. For Harry, used to seeing magical ghosts, it was odd to see the form of an old man flickering in and out of existence as it slowly approached the burning Dittany. It did not seem to even notice the salt at all even though it entered the circle only after moving around to the opening. From what he could observe, the Dittany was actually pulling the sprit towards it without the ghost appearing aware that it was being drawn.

As soon as the ghost had fully entered the circle, Harry completed the circle and moved back over to his notebook to document his observations so far. As he watched, the spirit just seemed to float within the smoke of the Dittany without any type of expression to indicate that the ghost was aware of where it was or that it could see anything around it; it simply flickered in and out of the smoke. Even when Harry called out a hesitant 'hello' the ghost didn't react.

It took almost forty-five minutes for the Dittany to burn out completely. During this time Harry focused on documenting the appearance of the ghost and what he had done to draw it into the salt circle as well as to create a chart of each of the items he wanted to test on the ghost. Next time he would burn less Dittany, but for now he would make good use of the extra time.

After the smoke had dissipated, Harry watched in a mixture of amazement and a little bit of terror as the expression on the ghost's face went from completely clear and relaxed to absolutely enraged. He would be lying if he said that he didn't make an embarrassing squeaking sound when the ghost gave an unholy scream and flew at him…only to be stopped at the salt line.

Harry sat on the floor with his notebook in one hand while he tried to get his heart back into his chest where it belonged and not in his throat. He watched and documented as the sprit tried to escape the salt circle, which thankfully it was unable to, before he tried to speak to it and get its attention again.

"Hello, are you Abner?" Harry felt kind of stupid with his notebook in hand trying to interview a clearly deranged ghost. He tried a few more times to get the ghost to interact with him with no luck at all. The ghost just continued to try and escape so that it could get at Harry.

"Alright then, moving on, so I know that you can't cross salt, but I need to know what happens when you touch it. I have seen notes that using salt in a gun can hurt you, so I am going to toss this really little ball of salt at you…okay?" Harry couldn't stand the silence, so decided that he would try to explain everything as he was going along in the hopes that the ghost would understand and talk to him.

Tossing the salt, Harry flinched as the ghost disappeared with a short scream of pain.

The ghost reappeared fairly quickly and seemed no worse for wear, but Harry was not thrilled with the fact that the salt seemed to hurt the ghost. He had known too many friendly ghosts to want to see any of them hurting. Add the fact that he knew very well that a disembodied spirit could feel pain…yeah, he was not happy that one of few ways of dealing with a supernatural ghost was tantamount to torture.

Making a quick note beside salt in his notebook-causes pain upon contact-Harry picked up the only other item that he knew had an effect on supernatural ghosts. Fingering the small iron ball for a moment because he was fairly sure it would have the same reaction as the salt, Harry took a deep breath and tossed the ball through the ghost with another flinch.

"Right. Iron hurts a ghost just like salt. Great." Harry muttered to himself as he made his notation in his book. Pulling his bag beside him, he started to pull out small containers of herbs, both magical and not. "Alright, let's try rosemary."

He was careful to make each powdered substance into a paste with his supply of water before tossing mushy balls of different herbs with purifying qualities through the trapped ghost. Each time one of the balls would pass through the ghost, Harry would pick up his notebook and watch the ghost closely before noting down the reaction…which was mostly that there was no reaction.

He was just documenting a momentary change in the ghost's facial expression to a reaction to a sage ball when he was interrupted.

"Just what the hell do you think you are doing?"

Harry snapped his head towards the door where an incredulous looking older man stood with his gun pointed directly at the ghost. Harry took a moment to look between the ghost and the man for a moment while trying to find a way to explain what he was doing.

"Um." He rolled his eyes at himself. Yep, that cleared things right up.

The guy just looked at Harry with suspicion for a moment before sliding into the room a little more to take everything in. Harry watched as his brows rose at seeing the salt circle and the iron fire poker on the table. The guy just made a face of confusion when he took in all the herbs and the book.

"Are you trying to find out how to get rid of the ghost or did you summon it?"

Harry looked down at his book for a moment before looking up at the man that was obviously a hunter. Anyone else would have freaked out by now. "Kind of both but not either, really. Are you a hunter then?" He really needed to double check just in case the guy was not and was just crazy. With his luck it could go either way. It was after all his first hunt and he had already come across someone with a big gun. Yay.

The man looked at him for a moment with an unreadable expression before sighing and pointing his gun down at the floor. "Yeah, I'm a hunter." He looked back up at the trapped ghost. "Start explaining what you are doing here kid, you shouldn't be messing around with this stuff."

"Well, I am trying to find out what affects a ghost beside iron and salt."

"Un hum, and why are you doing that?" The still unnamed man made his way over to the table that held the containers of herbs and plants that Harry had already tried.

"Research, besides…if salt and iron affect them then something else probably will as well. Hopefully not everything will be painful for the ghost though."

"Painf…son, their dead and the dead don't feel pain anymore."

Harry stared impassively at the man for a moment before sighing and picking up his little iron ball. "Right, so if you heard this coming from a dark alley one night…." Harry tossed the ball and tried not to flinch at the scream. "You would just assume that the person doing the screaming was feeling peachy keen?"

The guy just blinked at Harry while stealing glances at the salt circle where the ghost had already reappeared. "Huh. You find out anything yet?" He sat down against the wall where he could still keep his eyes on Harry.

Harry thought about not answering, but figured that it wouldn't hurt anything to talk to this guy. If it ended up being a problem…he could deal with it later. It was possible though that the guy could provide information to Harry about different creatures he had come across

"Well, there is this." Harry made another mushy ball of sage paste and tossed it at the agitated ghost. The ghost immediately stilled and floated quietly for a moment before resuming its agitated moments. "That is actually the first herb I have found that causes any reaction at all."

"I can honestly say that I have never seen a ghost do that…but neither have I ever sat down and just watched one. How did you even get it into the salt circle?" Mystery guy asked as Harry reached into his bag and pulled out a string.

"Burnt some Dittany…the smoke attracts ghosts while it is being burnt. It actually seems kind of high or something while it is burning. No expression, no talking, no screaming and trying to give you heart attacks…just floating in the smoke."

"Weird…what are you doing?"

Harry looked up from the bundle he was making of his extra sage. "I am making a bundle of sage that I can set on fire and toss into the bowl that is in the circle. If it reacted to dried herbs that had been crushed and mixed into a paste, I want to see how it reacts to the smoke when it is burned. Sage is supposed to be great for purifying things."

"Right, you do know that we could just try and figure out who he is and then salt and burn his bones, right?" The mystery guy was looking at Harry as though he was stupid.

"Of course I know that, and I don't need to find out who he is…I already know. Salting and burning his bones would not tell me anything except that the way people currently get rid of ghost does in fact work. It won't tell me if anything else will. Plus it doesn't like touching salt…what if putting it on its bones is worse?"

The silence that followed Harry's comment was defining, but Harry didn't look up to see how the guy was looking at him now. He just keep his head down and continued to make his sage bundle. Lighting the bundle on fire, he leaned forward and tossed the little bundle of herb into the copper bowl.

Both watched the ghost as the smoke began to surround it, while the mystery guy continued to shoot glances towards Harry as he made notes in his book as the ghost seemed to calm and began to just float in the smoke like it had done with the Dittany. The bundle was almost burnt halfway through when both living men were startled out of their own thoughts that had eventually drifted.

"Who are you…where am I?"

Harry grinned as he got to his feet and walked over to the salt circle. The ghost now looked exactly like their magical counter parts with the addition of feet that seemed to actually be on the floor. The mystery guy joined Harry with a look of incredulous surprise on his face.

"Hello Abner. I am Harry Winchester and this is…um…this is…" Harry turned his head to find brown eyes staring at him in a manner that was very reminiscent of Snape.

"Caleb Mockery." The mystery guy finally said though he never took his eyes off of a now confused Harry.

"Right, this is Caleb Mockery." Harry turned his attention back to the ghost and was taking in everything that he could so that he could note it down later. The ghost was still emerged in the smoke from the sage, and seemed to be perfectly coherent and was even gaining a bit of color which was slowly making it much more lifelike than the magical counterparts he had been comparing it to. "Are you feeling a bit clearer now?"

The ghost seemed to look around confused for a moment before turning its attention back to Harry. "Yes. I feel…lost though…I have to do something, but I…" The ghost continued to look around the farmers market they were currently standing in. "Did you bring me here?"

"Hn. Do you know what it is that you are supposed to be doing?" Harry asked gently while ignoring Caleb who was now walking around the salt circle so that he could see every angle of the ghost.

The words came slowly. "I…yes. Someone is trying to take my land. They keep sneaking onto the farm and I have to protect it. No one will help me though; they just let them trespass and won't tell them to leave. No one leaves when I tell them to. I promised I would take care of it."

Harry was looking at the ghost a bit sadly now. It seemed it was true that the supernatural ghosts got a bit confused. "Abner, do you remember going to cut down that tree that got damaged in the storm?"

"The tree? I…yes…I remember, it was too close to the chicken house and I was worried that it would fall if it wasn't removed."

"Abner, there was an accident while you were cutting that tree down. Somehow you got hit with one of the limbs when it came down and you died. You don't need to protect your farm anymore."

Harry saw Caleb raise his gun as though preparing for an angry outburst from the ghost.

"I died?" Abner looked down at the hand he held up in front of his face. "Are you sure?" He raised sad eyes up to meet Harry's.

"Yes. It is currently 2003. It has been a long time since you needed to protect your farm."

"Oh. That is a long time." Abner was looking again at his hands. "I can see through my hands…why didn't I know I was dead?" His tone conveyed just how confused he was.

"You died suddenly, and sometimes you can be confused when you die with no warning like that."

"But, why didn't I go to Heaven? Wasn't I supposed to go somewhere…else?"

"Um. As to why you are here, I guess when you are so confused and feel like you have unfinished business you can't pass on…but I am not sure. Maybe you should try…to pass on." When the ghost just continued to look at him with confusion, Harry sighed. "Look, just close your eyes and think about how much you want to see your mom and dad…how much you want to move on to Heaven or whatever."

Caleb looked at him like he had lost his mind while Harry just rolled his in the man's direction. He didn't really plan on trying to walk the ghost though passing over or anything…he was just winging it. Both men's eyes swung back towards Abner when the ghost let out a gasp.

"Abner, you alright?" Harry asked softly.

"Yes, I…there is someone here for me."

While Caleb raised his gun and looked around the room wildly as Harry just blinked at the ghost. "Someone is here for you?"

"Yes, he said that his name is Markus and he is here to take me to where I need to go. He said that he has been waiting for me for a while now, but I wouldn't go with him when he came for me before." There was a smile playing around the ghost's mouth as he listened to whatever the other person was saying. Suddenly, the ghost opened his eyes and looked directly at Harry with a smile. "Thank you Harry."

Harry just blinked as the ghost seemed to glow golden for a moment before disappearing altogether while a soft breeze blew through the salt circle, scattering the salt across the floor.

"Hn. That went better than I expected." Harry grinned as he retook his seat on the floor and stated notating the encounter as much as he could. He didn't even notice that Caleb was still in the room or that he was still staring at Harry as he worked.

Eventually, Harry closed his notebook and started placing all of his containers of different herbs back into his bag, only to fall onto his backside when Caleb cleared his throat behind him. Harry looked around with wide eyes until he found the man the back corner of the room.

"Right. Your still here." Harry looked at Caleb a moment before he just shrugged and when back to packing away his things. "Do you mind grabbing that broom in the next room and sweeping up the floor real quick. I don't want to leave a mess of salt and herbs all over the floor if I don't have to."

Harry missed the irritated look that Caleb shot at his back before he went and grabbed the broom and dust pan that had been left in the other room. It didn't take them long to clean the room of any evidence of their presence and while Caleb put the broom back; Harry started to load his stuff back into his car.

Turning and seeing Caleb standing right beside him (he did not jump) Harry stuck his hand out. "Well…it was nice to meet you and all…" Harry's smile faded a bit as the hand he had offered to Caleb was not released after their friendly handshake. "Um…I am going to head off now." Give me back my hand you weirdo.

"Yeah, before you head off we need to have a little talk."

Harry stilled and eyed the man suspiciously. "What do you want to talk about?" He said slowly while still tugging at his hand.

"Well, let's first start off with what your relationship with John Winchester is."

Harry stilled as the question registered in his brain. Well, crap.