A/N: Thanks everyone for the reviews! This chapter will have a time skip and less filler than the last chapter so I hope you guys enjoy it.

If something is in bold, it is because it is directly from the transcript of the show.

For those of you that want to know what is going on in the timeline...it is canon for Sam and Dean until they meet Harry...then it is AU.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Supernatural.

Harry spent the next few years training with both Bobby and Caleb. Neither Bobby nor Caleb would allow Harry to go off on another hunt on his own, giving them all time they could need. to get to know each other fairly well. By the time Harry was allowed away from his self-appointed babysitters, Harry could say that he would trust both of them with his life, more so than he had ever trusted anyone in the wizarding world.

Both of them seemed to care about him as they would care about family, at least in Harry's opinion. Unlike the suffocating smothering Molly Weasley was so famous for, both older men were made sure that Harry knew how to take care of himself. Sure, both considered him a kid and too young to do stuff on his own (Harry was fairly sure they thought he needed them to hold his hands to go grocery shopping, but that could be pushing it just a little), but they never tried to wrap him in bubble wrap and lock him in closet…erm…safe place? And that was even after they saw how easy it was for trouble to find Harry.

While Bobby would drop in periodically, Harry spent most of his time with the crabby old man talking over the phone or meeting him in some backwater town for an easy hunt. Despite the fact that the Bunker was probably the only place that would ever lure the old hunter away from his own house, Bobby had decided that he was needed at home.

The first time Harry had gone to Singer Salvage Yard, Bobby had shown him how to tune up a car and then how his home was set up for him to receive incoming calls from hunters. Bobby was considered the knowledge base for most of the hunter network and would spend quite a bit of time pretending to be various government agencies so that the hunters could get the information they needed for their hunts.

Not even a year had gone by before they were setting up Bobby's calls to be forwarded to Harry if Bobby was busy and Harry was at the bunker. Harry was soon fairly well known to the hunters that would call Bobby for information even though they had never met. The fact that Darla had been able to provide some files on people working within the agencies in question and their protocols had been a huge help when it came to getting the hunters the access they needed while on hunts.

While Bobby and Caleb were refusing to let Harry go out on hunts, Harry was busy making a database of creatures in his down time, both supernatural and magical; something which, aside from it being a project in his work book for learning about data entry and how databases worked, had the added benefit of pulling a lot of information into one source for Harry to search through. It wasn't it was actually going to be graded by a teacher anyway. He could find out what the hunter was dealing with and then send them an email with the facts they needed which would include scanned pictures and everything.

Bobby refused to mess with the computer at all aside from handing Harry books every once and a while and telling him to 'put that in the idjit box.' To which Caleb would always respond with the comment that it was actually the TV that was the idiot box and not the computer. Harry would just ignore the two older men and do his own thing as it seemed like they just enjoyed arguing with each other.

Caleb had practically made the Bunker his home base after meeting Harry. Once Harry had untied them, he had taken them on a tour while telling them a little bit more about his history. Both men had been in awe of the bunker and wondered what had happened to make the organization disappear when it appeared that it had been thriving not too long ago. They didn't even know anyone that had ever heard of the Men of Letters, so learning about the bunker was something that they had a hard time processing.

The firing range was put to good use as Harry was taught how to shoot anything Bobby and Caleb could get their hands on. Both men had been pleased that Harry had a good eye and after a bit of practice with each weapon he was a really good shot. Most of his weapons training ended up with him learning and practicing how to clean and care for his shiny new guns.

When it came to physical training, Caleb had gotten the bright idea to spring surprise attacks on Harry when he wouldn't expect it. This plan involved him yelling and jumping out from around corners at practically anytime of the day. Caleb had spent weeks planning on the best way to surprise the boy with the different attacks he could think up.

Surprise training only lasted for about thirty minutes.

The first and only time Caleb had jumped out from the storage room while Harry was making lunch ended up with Caleb stuck to the wall, turned purple, covered in mayo, and turkey slices stuck to the ceiling.

Bobby had laughed when he came to see what the ruckus was about, leaving Caleb to deal with a wide eyed Harry while muttering on his way out the door. "Idjit actually thought it was a good idea to sneak up on magic boy. Idjit."

Harry had gotten him down from the wall, but had left him purple for the rest of the day in retaliation for the scare. Caleb had made it up to him by finding another haunting they could go take care of…this time taking Bobby with them so that he could see the effects of Dittany and Sage smoke on an angry spirit.

After the hunt, Bobby had made his way back home and left Harry's training to Caleb. On the trip he stopped in at the roadhouse to talk to Ellen and get some food. He ended up telling some of the hunters that had been there talking about their most recent hunts about what he had seen on the ghost hunt he had just come from, and how Harry had come up with the idea. At that point most just considered it a fanciful story. Ash however was quick to get Harry's email and phone number from Bobby before he headed off home. He would make it a habit to get information from the other boy and would actually toss around ideas he would come up with on how to deal with supernatural creatures.

As time went on, more and more hunters got used to hearing about Harry, how he knew tons of information about creatures and how he was Caleb's partner.

Though the partnership was not really official, Harry went on almost all of his hunts with the older man. Caleb would still go off on his own, but he never liked the thought of Harry going off and researching with no backup. If Caleb was unavailable, then he was to go with Bobby.

This was one thing that neither of the older men would have given an inch on, but Harry never asked to do a hunt on his own anyway. He much preferred having someone he trusted to watch his back. When one of the first real hunts Caleb had taken Harry on led to them killing a Chupacabra, Caleb decided that Harry was likely to get distracted with his research and get ambushed by something. It was the first time Caleb had witnessed Harry dissecting a creature they killed and place its parts in different containers and vials. Harry was completely focused on his task and at that point Caleb had declared that Harry was never allowed off on his own.

Harry had just shrugged and continued labeling his vials and jars while making notations in his always present notebook.

Harry was always collecting from the bodies they killed. It got to the point that Caleb would carry a few jars and containers and collect different parts if he was hunting on his own. Harry had been thrilled and given him handfuls of money each time Caleb handed him something slimy, never even hearing the man's protests that he didn't need money.

One time Harry had been so focused on the goop in the jar he had handed Caleb a handful of Dragots, which Caleb occupied for a while as he tried to figure out what kind of money he had been given. Eventually he just placed the coins in his room on a shelf.

When Caleb finally broke down and asked him why he kept collecting that kind of stuff after watching him place a package in his mailbox to send off to Darla, Harry had calmly explained that the ingredients would be tested to see if they could be used in potions or wands. Considering some of the ingredients used in potions, it was highly likely that something would be useful at some point. Plus, sending the parts to researchers would allow them to gather more information about what could affect the creature and tell them more about them in general.

Caleb just stared at Harry for a while before heading off to the firing range to shoot at the targets again. This seemed to be Caleb's chosen way of dealing with Harry and his research.

On November 14th, 2005, Harry got a call from Darla. That Monday, Sam's live in girlfriend had been killed in the same manner as Mary Winchester. Sam had left college and started hunting again with Dean.

An Auror had seen them when he had traveled to Blackwater Ridge, Colorado to investigate a creature killing the locals. The Auror had quickly collected the ashes of the Wendigo the boys had killed before reporting in to Darla about the Winchester sighting. Darla had passed out pictures of the boys and the hunters that Harry regularly interacted with so that the departments that got called out to deal with stuff like that would know who to keep an eye out for.

As soon as Darla had found the information on Sam's girlfriend, she had called to let Harry know.

After the call had ended, Harry sat in his chair and just stared down at his phone for a while. He had never reached out to his brothers, but he did care about them. He had always wanted a big family, but felt that the Winchesters would not want to get to know him if he approached them. He never told Caleb that as the man was still all for Harry getting in contact, but Harry just did not want to risk the rejection.

Out of John's three other sons, Harry had felt like Sam was the one he would have been the most likely to contact. He had left home and started college and tried to live a normal life away from the supernatural and Harry could get that…the wanting to be normal thing anyway. Learning about Sam going back to hunting made Harry wonder if he had missed his chance.

After calling Bobby and Caleb, who was off hunting, so that they could keep their eyes out for the two Winchesters, Harry was quickly pulled back into his own little world as a call came in on the phone he had labeled CIA.

All he could really do was wish the boys luck and hope for their safety.

July 16th, 2006

Sam was pacing.

He looked over at his brother as the nurse checked his IV, before biting at his cuticle on his thumb again. This was a nightmare. Honestly, things had gone downhill pretty fast the moment they were back in contact with their father…that and that stupid gun. He honestly didn't know which had been worse for their luck.

John was still completely focused on killing the thing that killed mom and the gun that could do it; at the cost of any and everything apparently. It was like he didn't want to spend any time with them if it didn't involve hunting the damn thing.

After banishing the demon that had possessed Meg, Sam and Dean had rushed off to Jefferson City, Missouri to save their dad, who was being tortured until they handed over the gun. Sam knew that Dean thought he didn't love their dad since he had been so intent on killing the demon, while Dean just wanted to grab their dad and get out…but Sam didn't think the demon would leave any of them alone unless it was dead. It just kept coming after them and it would continue to do so.

Sam had been relived when they had found their dad and got him out of that building. Finding out that the demon that had killed their mom and Jess was possessing him was sure to show up in his dreams later though. So was the fact that the demon apparently had plans for him…plans that his mom and Jess had gotten in the way of. What was he even supposed to do with that information?

The fact that his dad was disappointed that Sam had not killed him was another thing weighing on his mind. How messed up was it that Sam felt bad that he didn't feel bad for not killing his dad? He would rather have to go after the demon again than have the memories of killing his dad, no matter how many problems they had.

And now Dean was in a coma and it didn't look like he was going to be waking up soon. Their dad seemed disconnected from it all, more worried about the colt than Dean while Sam was just panicking. He didn't think that he could deal if Dean didn't wake up.

Sam shivered as he felt another cold breeze pass through him.

He paused and looked around with a frown. It had been happening almost constantly since Sam had decided to stay in Dean's room and avoid their dad.

"Dean?"

Another cold breeze had Sam looking around the room as if he was going to see his brother pop out of a corner despite his laying on the bed three feet away.

"Dean, if you can hear me, I will be right back."

Sam quickly made his way out of the hospital and down the street to a local Walmart. It took him thirty minutes to get in and out of the store and back into his brother's room.

Shivering as he walked through a cold spot, Sam quickly made his way over to the corner of the room that was out of sight of the door and sat on the floor. Pulling a box out of the bag, he spoke into the empty room.

"Okay Dean, if you can hear me, we need to find a way to talk. I know what you are thinking, but give it a try." Sam looked around the room as hopefully as he could manage while un-boxing and laying out the Ouija Board.

Placing his fingertips on the edge of the plastic planchette, Sam addressed the room nervously. He honestly didn't know if he wanted his brother to answer as that would mean that he was outside of his body…and that could not be good on any level. On the other hand, Dean always knew what to do, and Sam was running on empty at that point.

"Okay. If you can, move the planchette to hello." Sam waited. And then he waited some more. He was just about to give it up as a bad job when the planchette moved so that it was pointed at the hello. "Oh. Okay then."

Within the Veil Dean was muttering incredulously. "I'll be damned." He had not thought that the Ouija Board would be helpful at all.

"God Dean, I am so glad to hear from you…or see from you. Are you alright?" Sam winced at the stupid question. Of course he wasn't alright, he was in a coma for crying out loud. "Sor…" His apology was cut off as the planchette started to move.

"Wait hold on…" Sam quickly afer watching the planchette move around in jerky motions. He had interrupted as he could not tell what his brother was trying to spell out for him. He kept forgetting what letter had already been paused over and his brother didn't have the best spelling anyway. He tended to text spell a lot on top of his bad spelling. Sam grabbed a pad and pen that was laying on the end table before sitting back down in front of the board. "Okay, I am ready."

A few minutes later Sam was squinting at the pad he was holding while trying to decipher the message his brother had spelled out in his own special way.

"Am fine…can be healed… Reaper here...said that Harry can heal?" Sam stared at the paper for a moment before looking out at the room with wide eyes. "Is the Reaper after you?"

He looked down as soon as the planchette started to move. "No." Sam closed his eyes with a sigh of relief before asking his next questions. "Fine…who is Harry?"

Once again he had to wait while the planchette spelled out the answer, though this one was shorter than the original message. "Bobby."

"I should ask Bobby?" Sam nodded as the planchette moved to the yes on the board. "Okay. I will head out now then. I will be back as soon as I can, Okay?" Sam waited, but there was no answer this time.

Grabbing his jacket, Sam headed out of Deans room after stowing the Ouija Board into the cabinet. He paused in the hall before heading over to his dad's room.

He knocked after taking a deep breath before sticking his head into the room.

"Hey dad, I need to run over to Bobby's, he was going to tow Dean's car and I should check on the gun." It was the only reason he could think of that would make sure that his dad didn't throw a fit at him leaving the Hospital. He would be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed in his dad's reaction though.

"That is a good idea son. That gun may be our only way out if the demon shows up. You bring that colt back to me, alright?" When Sam just nodded, John held out a piece of paper. "Ask Bobby to give you these."

"Acacia? Oil of Abramelin? What's this stuff for?"

"Protection."

Sam nodded and turned to the door. Stopping with one had on the handle, he asked over his shoulder. "Hey, Dad? You know, the demon, he said he had plans for me, and children like me. Do you have any idea what he meant by that?"

Sam ignored the hard knot in his stomach when his dad answered. "No, I don't." Even as he walked out the door, he wondered why his dad was lying to him.

It took almost an hour for Sam to arrive at Bobby's house. He wasted no time making his way to the porch and knocking on the door. As soon as the door opened, Sam asked what he considered the most important question in the world right then.

"Do you know where Harry is?" While Bobby was staring at him in surprise, Sam was wishing he at least had a last name to help the man along with his answer. Seriously, the man had to know a few Harrys by now. How was he supposed to know which one?

"What?" Bobby finally spat out while taking his cap off of his head and running his fingers through his hair.

"I need to find someone named Harry."

"Why?" Bobby pulled the hat back down firmly over his head while looking at Sam.

"The wreck, Dean is still in a coma and I thought that I was feeling cold spots…so I got a Ouija board and tried to contact Dean." Sam was shifting in place on the porch. Seeing the look on Bobby's face, Sam continued to babble. "And it worked. But Dean said that there was a Reaper with him and that the Reaper said someone named Harry could heal him. He said that you would know who I was talking about so I should ask you."

Sam held Bobby's gaze as the older man said nothing. He was about to ask again if the man knew a Harry when a hand grabbed the edge of the frame and gently pulled the door open fully. As soon as the other hand appeared, Bobby shifted his gaze to whoever was behind the door and seemed to have a silent conversation.

Then the door opened to reveal a man shorter than Dean with dark hair and bright green eyes, Sam just blinked.

The other guy gave him a tight smile and introduced himself. "I'm Harry."

Sam looked between Harry and Bobby for a few moments. That had been much easier than he expected. He honestly thought that Bobby would have to make a few calls and then that they would have to wait until the guy got there from wherever he lived…but here he was, at Bobby's house.

"You can heal Dean?" Sam finally asked with his desperation showing in his eyes.

"Possibly, I won't know for sure until I see what is wrong with him, though if a Reaper thinks I can it is fairly possible. I doubt they would say I could if I wasn't able to." Harry looked at Bobby for a moment before turning his attention back to Sam. "I'll just grab somethings and I will be ready to go."

After Harry disappeared into the depths of the house, Sam remembered the list his dad had given him. "My dad asked me to get this stuff from you." He handed the list over after checking all of his pockets for the thing. When Bobby raised his brows, Sam asked nervously. "What?"

Before Bobby could answer, Harry was back at the door with a message bag hanging at his hip. "What is it?" He asked towards Bobby when he noticed the silence.

Bobby handed Harry the list before tucking his hands in his pockets. "John's being an idjit, that's what."

Sam blinked and looked between Bobby and Harry. Apparently Harry knew who his dad was.

Harry looked down at the list and snorted. "Yeah, he won't be getting this. What a moron." He rolled his eyes before crumpling up the paper and tossing it back at Bobby. "You coming along?"

"Nah, I got to man the phones. Danny is out in North Carolina and will probably be calling in a bit. I doubt the little idjit would survive if he didn't call me when he was out hunting. Couldn't find his butt if you put his hands on it." Bobby shook his head in disappointment at the stupidity he had to deal with on a daily basis.

Harry snorted while Sam watched the conversation with interest.

"Right. I will stop back by here after seeing if there is anything I can do for Dean before I head home then. See you in a bit Bobby."

"Be careful and call Caleb if you run into trouble and cant get back this way."

Harry waved over his shoulder while muttering "Yeah, yeah" under his breath just loud enough that Sam could hear him. He also heard the "Idjit" that came from the house as the door swung shut. Raising his brows, Sam made his way back to his car while thinking about the odd relationship between the two men. I wonder if they are related.

Sam didn't even think about the list again until he was meeting Harry at the front door to the hospital. He winced as he held the door for the smaller boy and thought about his dad's reaction to his failing in bringing him the stuff he had asked for. On top of that, he forgot to get the gun. Deciding it was best that he just avoid his dad for now he led the way to his brother's room.

Sam closed the door with a sigh of relief when they made it to Dean's room with no trouble. Sam immediately rushed over to Dean's bed to check on him while Harry quickly pulled his wand and waved it at the door to ensure that no one would be coming into the room until he was finished. By the time Sam turned around to look at Harry, Harry had already put his wand away and was reading through Dean's chart.

Sam slowly sat down in the chair beside the bed while watching Harry. "So, how do you heal someone?" Sam thought that he had pretty much gone through all their options when Dean had been electrocuted. They had gone to a faith healer only to find out that the man's wife had managed to bind a Reaper into her service…and that had not gone all that well even though Dean was healed. Someone still died in his place.

Harry looked up and eyed his younger brother. He tilted his head to one side and said one word. "Magic." Harry raised one brow when Sam's only reaction was to tense in his chair.

"Ahem." Sam shifted. "What kind of magic?" It wasn't like he wasn't willing to go there if it meant that Dean was alright, though now he was a little bit worried that the small boy was also a threat.

"Potions most likely. We will just have to see." Harry moved to the other side of the bed and pulled his wand while watching Sam.

He could see Sam clenching his jaw, obviously fighting his instincts to protect his brother from the magic user and the wand he was holding. Deciding to be nice, Harry explained what he was doing before he started casting.

"To begin with, I am going to run a diagnostic. I have no idea how to read a medical chart and I need to see what is wrong and what type of medications are in his system. Some potions need a stabilizer added when mixed with regular medications so that there are no reactions between the two."

He waited a moment before flicking his wand and muttering the incantation under his breath. He ignored Sam's stare as he watched a piece of parchment appear in front of his wand with writing slowly appearing on it.

The look on Sam's face right then mirrored the ones on Bobby and Caleb's faces when he had used them to practice his medical spells. Both of the older men had found the experience to be as unsettling as it was useful. after healing them a few times after hard hunts, they got used to it and let practice the healing spells on them.

Harry read over the results before digging through his bag and pulling out different jars of potions and looking carefully at the labels. he carried practically everything with him just in case.

Dean had broken bones, so needed a Bone Mending potion. It was not as strong as Skel Grow, but it would help the bones to mend faster than they would naturally and it would not react with the pain medication they had Dean on. There was some internal bleeding, which a Blood-Replenishing potion would take care of. The most concerning thing and the reason Dean was probably in the coma was the head trauma. It seemed that there was some bruising on the brain.

Harry had to think for a moment before digging into a different section of the bag and pulling out a jar of thick brown paste that smelled like cherry blow pops. This had been sent to him from Darla not too long ago, and it was one of two successful potions that had been made so far with supernatural ingredients. This bruise paste contained the ground up teeth from a supernatural vampire and the blood of a Chupacabra.

Harry opened the jar and sat it on the bed beside Dean's pillow before pulling himself up onto the side of the bed so he had a better reach. He didn't want to mess with any of the wires or tubes that was currently helping Dean and he needed to be able to reach around his head.

Harry looked down at his older brother before sighing and pulling the Blood Replenishing and Bone Mending potions into his lap. Pulling his wand, he banished the contents of both vials directly into Dean's system, thankful that neither would cause a reaction to his medication.

Dipping his hand into the brown paste, he looked over at Sam.

"I am going to need you to lift his head carefully so that I can get my hand underneath. You don't have to raise him far, just an inch so I can get the paste on his head."

Sam looked like he wanted to protest for a moment before he stood up and carefully maneuvered his hands around Dean's head and neck. As soon as there was an inch of space for Harry to work his hand into, Harry carefully began covering every inch of Dean's head with the brown paste. Some got onto Sam's hands as they put Dean's head back onto his pillow causing Sam to make a face of disgust before reaching for a towel. Harry just rolled his eyes before covering any areas he had missed with the paste.

As soon as he was finished, he flicked his wand to clean his hands and the messy hand prints from the sheet. Sam made an odd sound, but Harry ignored it as he flicked his wand again and ran another diagnostic. Nodding his head, he kept his wand trained on Dean so that he was getting a constant readout.

"It looks good so far. His internal bleeding is already slowing and should be stopped soon and the bones are starting to mend. It should be a few minutes before I see if the paste is working on the bruise he has on the brain."

"Oh. I…thank you so much for doing this." Harry blinked over at Sam when he heard him sounding like he was going to burst into tears. He was sending him some serious puppy eyes…which Harry really didn't know how to respond to. "I mean…you don't have to do things like this and we are just strangers. So thanks. I don't know how we will be able to repay you if this works."

"Don't worry about it." Harry finally muttered, unsure of what else to say. Honestly, he was trying really hard not to freak out at the moment, but that was to be expected. He could not be expected to have an intelligent conversation with Sam when he was trying to deal with the emotional overload that was flooding him thanks to being in the same building with his brothers and biological father. He was seriously wigging out on the inside.

"What type of magic is that?" Sam asked when it became apparent that Harry wasn't going to say anything. He was a bit put off by the fact that the smaller boy kept looking at the wall between glances at the parchment with Dean's diagnostics on it. He only shot a few glances over at Sam the entire time they were waiting in silence.

"The magic kind." Harry said absently as he read the parchment again. Before Sam could complain about the non-answer, Harry flicked his wand and the parchment disappeared. "It looks like it is working. He will probably wake up soon. I need to get the paste off before someone comes in and wants to know what it is, Now that it has seeped in enough, I can remove it.

Another flick of the wand had the paste on Dean's head disappearing completely, not even leaving a trace on the pillow. With his eyes focused on his brother, Sam missed the short flick that Harry sent towards the door to unlock it before he wondered over to the window to wait.

They were still waiting twenty minutes later when John limped his way into the room.

"Sammy, you didn't tell me you were back." He sounded disapproving as he limped over to the chair Harry didn't bother to sit in. "Who is this?" He glared at Harry while looking like he wanted to reach for the gun he wasn't wearing.

"Oh, Dad. I'm sorry, I wanted to see Dean and forgot to let you know I was back. This is Harry." He was about to tell his dad that Harry had come to heal Dean, but thought better of it at the last moment.

"Harry, Huh? You got a last name Harry?" Sam winced at the look his dad was shooting the other boy, but Harry didn't seem affected.

"Nope, I am just Harry." He said while popping the p.

John continued to glare at Harry for a moment before turning his attention to Sam after appearing to dismiss Harry from his thoughts.

"Did you get the stuff from Bobby?"

"Um…Dad, about that…" Sam was cut off when Harry interrupted him.

"Bobby didn't give him any of it. Which you should be thankful for as it was a stupid plan." Harry was still leaning against the wall.

"What do you know about it?" John spat out.

Harry was unimpressed. It was hard to be scared of a man when he was in a hospital gown and couldn't stand for more than a few moments at a time.

"I know it is stupid to summon a demon to a hospital where your kids are." Harry deadpanned. Sam's jaw dropped as he stared at his dad.

"I have to. It is the only way to save Dean." John insisted only to turn to the bed when he heard gasping coming from the bed.

When alarms started going off and Sam started yelling for help, a doctor rushed in and started taking the tube in Dean's mouth out. Everyone was ignoring John. As soon as the doctor moved out of their way they could see that Dean was awake and looking around the room, his gaze pausing on each occupant.

While the Doctor ran checks on Dean while muttering about miracles and such, Harry pulled his bag over his shoulder and headed for the door.

"Okay Sam, I am headed back to Bobby's" Sam nodded and smiled gratefully before turning his attention back to his brother.

As Harry passed a silent John, he spoke so that he could hear him clearly.

"You plan sucked, mate." He was out the door before John had a chance to say anything.