Ambling Home by henri8l

Harry Potter/Supernatural/Highlander XOVER. AU. Altered timeline and sequence of events.

Dean finds out that there are more Winchesters after all and Harry has revelations of his own to discover. HP/RR slight slash. DW/ OFC.

Disclaimer: I own no rights to HP books or film franchise or any tv series only these invented plot changes and any added characters.

Ch4Mesmerized

Dean had never been to the Roadhouse without their father. It felt awkward being around all of the hunters, knowing that he wasn't going to be returning for him to join a hunt. Usually when they would arrive either silently or arguing John would cheer them up or shut them up with one of the few treats he ever offered. A pop for Dean and a glass of ice-cold chocolate milk for Sammy. They'd usually sit at the bar while John made his rounds with his colleagues. Ellen would make small talk. Some would normally try to say something to make them laugh and Dean would have to stair Sam away from the creepos. But before they could finish their drinks, usually with the last sip, because they always took their time savoring its rarity. 'We didn't even get this treatment at Christmas.' Invariably John would be ready to leave then having gathered all the information necessary and as long as he could remember Dean went with him. So sitting at the same bar while his brother downed his fourth tall glass of iced chocolate milk, Dean felt like this was unreal. Not as unusual as the prospect of traveling with someone touching an old rusted license plate as Bobby had informed them, but very strange. The boys didn't believe it would happen. Until it happened.

The whole occupancy of Harvelle's Roadhouse was now in another bar. It was darker than the Roadhouse had ever been, it had candles lighting it in nearly every corner, and it felt cramped. "Alright, everyone. Please listen to me because we don't have much time. I'm Albus Dumbledore," sounded a voice. Everyone around the small family looked to all sides to see the face, of the voice. They didn't see the person speaking, but the voice continued. "Madam Rosmerta, has been kind enough to close her pub for the next hour to get you organized. After that we will all have to move to separate locations for our protection. We are at war, and we can never be, too careful." Missouri put a hand on Dean's shoulder when reminded of the war. "Please. Have a drink. A handful of my representatives will be arriving shortly." The owner of the voice did not produce himself.

Just as Bobby was served something called butterbeer, Missouri was sipping pumpkin juice. A young man walked up to their table. He loomed over them. "Good evening. I am Severus Snape. I will be your guide while you're here. Once your done with your refreshments I'll take you to your safe house." Bobby gave the man a once over before saying, "We'll go now. Alright boys, Missouri." The group followed the tall and darkly dressed Snape. He pulled out a miniature globe keychain, and held it out to them. "Please, everyone touch this. It will work just as the portkey you used to arrive at here. A fingertip is all that is necessary." Dean gave him an odd look when they met eyes over the tiny globe as the tavern disappeared from around them. They arrived u the drive of small cottage, in what looked to be a neighborhood of respectively sized cottages. "Follow me," Snape said as he turned to walk forward.

The door sprang open before they made it even halfway up the walkway. "Rus! You're back. Papa told me you were coming!" said the girl who threw open the doors. She came running out at full speed and before Snape could respond, she barreled into him, nearly knocking the man over.

"Serafin, get off of me!" Snape told his sister. "And let us inside. I don't want to cause a scene."

"Cause a scene? Rus, no one here cares, and you're all inside the wards anyway. Mum is inside. Come, bring your friends!" While the girl said all of this she twirled around and ran straight back into the house.

Severus turned to the small family behind him and with a wary expression said, "That was my sister." Severus stood to the side to let all of them through the threshold, "you'll be safer inside."

As soon as they entered the home, it grew in size. Or as Sam observed maybe they became aware of its true size. Though the outside looked very modest, perhaps on the small side, indoors it had vaulted ceilings. A sweeping staircase was to their right and a large framed mirror faced the door on an opposite wall. In it they each saw something different. The family didn't really didn't get a chance to wonder on the peculiar artifact long, because a very elegant woman swept into the room. She was closely followed by Snape's sister, looking at the two of them it was obvious that she was their mother. Bobby cleared his throat, preparing to introduce himself and his family when Snape beat him to it. The young man stood behind their group, having closed the door, called out to the woman. "Mother, these are the Singers."

Dean's head whipped around to correct the assumption when Bobby gave him a discreet head slap. "They are some of the hunters that you were told about," Snape continued.

The woman graciously smiled at them and opened her arms, as she gestured towards a dining room to their left. "I prepared dinner. Perhaps you would like a chance to freshen up?" Missouri nodded. Snape's mother smiled even brighter. "Since that's settled. Sera, please show our guests to their rooms. And Sera. Please, behave."

Snape snorted, indelicately behind the group. "As if that is likely."

Missouri took Sam's hand as they climbed the staircase. The girl, Serafin, managed to climb them in a sedate manner. If it weren't for the twinkling of her eyes and the bounce in her step, they wouldn't be able to tell that she was aching to be mischievous.

Sam's was the first bedroom. The doors were large, dark and forbidding. "This used to be Rus' room, but he lives in his own house now. Sorry for all of the dark colours, ummm… I just realized that I don't know your names! See! I told Mum Rus has inept social skills! No wonder he has almost no mates. I am Serafin Prince Potter. My Papa's escorting some other people this evening, his name's Charlus. My mum, Eileen, and Minty of course is our house elf, though she's hardly ever here. She spends most of her time with James in Godric's Hollow."

Bobby grew impatient with her rambling, and cut her off. "This is Missouri," he said giving his love a quick adoring glance. "The boys, well the young one-"

"Hey!" Sam gave an indignant protest. Bobby's mouth turned down at the corners, as he grew annoyed with the boy, too, for interrupting him.

"-Is Sam Winchester and the older one, his name is-," Dean stepped forward before Bobby could finish.

He flashed his brightest, most alluring smile, "I'm Dean. Dean Winchester." The girl for once was speechless. She blushed from the roots of her hair to her chin, letting her green eyes glow within her face. She gave a sweet, small smile to Dean, and a slightly larger embarrassed one to the rest of the family. Leaving Sam at his room, she began to lead the rest of them silently down the long hall.

Bobby could almost hear the hormones, bouncing between the two teens and wished he'd packed some antacids. As they followed her, he whispered to Missouri, "Let's hope we get to leave here before her father comes after him. I swear the boy doesn't know the meaning of off limits." They both looked over at Dean, who was walking alongside them, with a besotted look on his face. All his attention was split between staring at Serafin's behind, and remembering to put one foot in front of the other. Missouri gave the boy a soft wrap on the arm, but it was to no avail. Dean was lost. She shook her head and smiled back at Bobby and kept an eye on the two kids. Dean had caught up to Serafin, leaving his guardians to follow in their wake.

Dean's room was the last in the row. He and Serafin walked to it slower than they had to. "So. What's it like having magic?" Dean asked, his hands in his pockets.

Serafin smiled softly, "Wonderful. I can't imagine my life without it. I don't know how you manage. Well I know how you manage, Mum's taught me all kinds of useful muggle methods," Serafin rambled.

"Muggle?" asked Dean curiously. He liked how the candlelight shimmered over Serafin's eyes.

"Yeah. Non-magic people, you… Though I'm almost certain hunters have some magic. How else could you keep up with so many supernatural beings?" Even her questions were cute.

"Training, Sera. Do you mind if I call you Sera?"

"No, I don't mind. Training?"

"Yes, all of us hunters are trained to be hardened fighters. Some are better than others, but we get the job done."

"Yes…you do, don't you?" she said, dropping her voice, and licking her lips. As if catching herself, she backed away from Dean quickly. "I'd better go. Your room is just there. I have to go back down," Serafin said, toying with the blue lace of her collar, nervously.

"Are you sure you can't see me in? How do I know that the door is unlocked?" Dean persisted, leaning into the girl's personal space.

"I would stop, while I was ahead, Singer!" The voice made both teens jump. The booming baritone was Severus.

"Merlin, Rus! You scared us!" Serafin said, again stepping away from Dean.

Severus didn't blink once, he stared at both his sister and this flirtatiously forward young man as if they were a puzzle to be solved. "Get- yourself downstairs, now, Serafin. Mother will start to worry."

"But, Rus!"

"Go, Sera or would you like me to tell your father what I almost witnessed?"

"But we weren't doing anything!" she insisted. Severus only looked angrier at this denial.

Dean swallowed audibly. "Maybe you should go, Sera-" Severus sent him a scathing look. "Miss Potter," Dean corrected his mistake.

"Okay. Please, Rus, don't tell Papa." Severus sniffed, and turned his head away, dismissing her. The girl then turned tail, and her hurried footfalls could be heard getting farther and farther away.

Now that he was alone with Dean, Severus stretched his height out to his full 6 foot 6 inch frame. He narrowed his dark eyes and pointed a finger down the hallway in the direction that his sister had just run. Dean was intimidated enough to look off towards where the man was pointing. "You! What is your name?"

"Dean," he answered, momentarily defiant.

"Well, Mister Singer."

"It's Winchester," Dean interrupted.

Severus pinned him with an even angrier glare, and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. "You, Dean Singer, will keep your filthy hands to yourself while you are in this house. Do you understand me?"

"Well of course, Snape," Dean answered with a smirk, almost daring Severus' face to get any nastier. It did.

"You're just as cocky as that damned Potter!"

This peaked Dean's interest. "Wait? But aren't you a Potter?" he asked, his eyes twinkling in amusement at the sneer that only grew deeper on the man's face. He was so angry that he pinned Dean to the wall.

"Don't you ever say that again! Charlus may have married my mother. They may have given me a sister… But I am not and never will be a Potter! I am of no blood relation at all to James Potter," Severus spat. "But I am warning you. Keep your American hands off of my sister. If you fail to heed this warning you'll also have James to deal with and then only your muggle God can save you." Severus then left Dean gaping after the man as he swept down the hallway. He appeared to be floating and Dean could swear he heard thunder. He was broken out of his stupor by the sound of laughter. Dean spun around in an offensive posture, ready to immobilize his assailant if need be. But it was only Bobby.

"I guess Missouri sent me to check up on you for a reason. I'd take his advice, boy," Bobby warned as he chuckled at Dean's blushing.

"But, Bobby!"

"We're guests here. Do your best not to knock up the locals, especially that one! Remember they have magic. Real magic, not that demon-dealing magic." Bobby's laughs only rang louder as Dean went into the bedroom and slammed the door in his face.