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.
Ch5 Reemergence & Infiltration
When Dumbledore finally arrived to the Potter home late that evening, the entire family seemed to be there. The loving parents, one incredibly beautiful daughter that was seriously tempting Dean, one daughter-in-law who was nothing to sneeze at and two, by the looks of it warring step brothers, Severus and 'James?' Dean thought, trying to remember if that was the name. Missouri had called Dean from his room upstairs a few minutes after Dumbledore's arrival. They had left Sam to sleep. When the pair had joined the group, they were all sitting in the kitchen listening to Dumbledore update them on different goings-ons. Missouri took Bobby's seat and Dean stood by her side.
"As I was telling your father, earlier," Dumbledore began speaking directly to Dean when his eyes fell on him standing beside Missouri. The boy looked askance at the older man. It was at the tip of his tongue to correct him, but found that it didn't hurt, too badly to hear Bobby being referred to as his father. He hardened his resolve to stare at the man with an unfazed look as he tried to ignore the pesky feelings that began to bubble to the surface, as his thoughts turned to his father. "We are dealing with a man who believes himself to be an immortal. Only he still fears death." That caught Dean off guard.
"Isn't that the whole point of being immortal? You can't die? He's one of you witches anyway, right? Couldn't he just magic death away?" Dean asked brashly.
"See, Potter. He's as much of an ass as you are," said Severus as he stood next to James, his lips were curled in a sneer.
Severus' mother opened her mouth to protest his language, but James' wife sent a hex his way first. Severus ended up rubbing his temples, in pain.
"Thank you, Dear," said James with a jovial demeanor.
"It wasn't for you. Please continue, Professor," his red headed wife said, almost reverently.
Everyone turned back to the old man with long red hair and royal blue robes. "Thank you, Lily, my dear. To answer your question, young man. Yes, that is the point to immortality, but you will find that there are limits to magic. Death is one of the things that most, if not all wizards and witches cannot avoid. Tom has been under this illusion of immortality since he was a teen, fresh out of Hogwarts. Yet, recently he's begun killing scores of people in an effort to eliminate other immortals or so he thinks. He targets them carefully and has his followers execute the beheadings. It's ghastly enough on it's own, but it would seem he has now teamed up with an army of demonic reinforcements."
"How? Why would they work for him?" Bobby demanded. Before Dumbledore could answer, two things happened simultaneously. Dean had to catch Missouri, who slumped to her side and a foggy apparition of a Bengal tiger sauntered into the room.
"Missouri? Missy, wake up!" Dean said to her worried.
Bobby was on his knees before his pregnant love, called, "Sweetheart?" He tried tapping her cheeks to bring her around, but her eyes remained closed as Dean held her up by her shoulders. The Bengal tiger paced in front of Dumbledore, their eyes catching with each pass the tiger made. They were communicating.
"Everyone, we must go. We are needed. James, Severus, Lily, if you would? Please escort Mrs. Singer and Mr.-"
"No!" Missouri gasped out, winded as she came to. "Don't go! He has a new ally. A powerful one," she managed to say, turning her eyes towards Dean.
"Miss, I must-" Dumbledore tried to say.
"Listen, Buddy, if my woman says something, you listen!" Bobby said glaring at Dumbledore.
"She's a Seer?" asked Severus in the quiet of the kitchen. Everyone was listening now.
"No. She's more than that. She's a Diviner," Dumbledore answered, quietly. "What was it that you saw, my lady?" he asked standing close to Missouri as Bobby and Dean helped her regain her balance again in her seat.
"Yellow eyes. Yellow and red. He has invited him into his body. They are currently one. If anyone goes now they will meet certain death. Between the two of them…" she said clearly. "I had hoped. He had gone quiet, I had hoped that he was gone," Missouri whispered, touching Dean's hand that still rested on her shoulder.
Dean was pale. His hazel eyes were blown wide, fully dilated with fear. All he could think of were those eyes he had seen that night. The night his mother died. He could no longer remember the sound of her voice; he could barely remember her scent. If it weren't for the picture he had, he probably wouldn't remember her face, but he would always remember those eyes. Dean blinked, blankly for a few more minutes, unaware of what was being said around him. When the noise of the room began to penetrate his mind again, Dean wasn't the only one standing. Everyone, including Missouri was on their feet, arguing what they should do.
"I say we attack. They're in Hogsmeade! There's children there!" yelled James. Everyone then began adding his or her thoughts at once, and nothing intelligible could be heard. To Dean it was a cacophony of sound, playing to the angry, and horrified faces in the room. Serafin looked to Dean with a dismayed look as all of the adults disappeared from the room, muggles included.
"What the hell?" Dean exclaimed at seeing both Bobby and Missouri disappear.
"They must've apparated out. They'll be fine, traveling. It's when they get there. That's what's dangerous," Serafin said, walking over to Dean.
"They have to be fine," said Dean, resolutely. He didn't know how he knew it. Maybe it was more wishful thinking. He was thinking about this and the feel of Serafin's arm linking with his, when all of his hairs stood up on end. "Sammy!" he yelled, leaving the girl to follow after him as he ran through the house, and up the stairs to his brother's room.
When they entered the room, Sam was still sleeping. Only there was a figure sitting on his bed leaning over him. "Leave him alone!" Dean yelled, hurling himself into action. He produced the knives that were always on his person and lunged at the figure. The person stood slowly to meet him, and Dean was met with a grinning man, who looked at him with glowing yellow eyes. Dean looked right back at him while stabbing him repeatedly in the abdomen. Serafin screamed and screamed at the bloody sight, waking Sam.
The yellow eyed man, stood to his full, towering height, and looked down at Dean with a coy smile. Dean stabbed him a few more times for good measure, even maneuvering to the floor to cut the man's Achilles tendon. Above him, the man's yellow eyes turned blood red, and he still stood tall, remaining in his sturdy posture, despite the wounds. Dean quickly moved back, putting a few body lengths between them. The man began to cackle at Dean's horrified face. "Is that all? Little one, didn't you know? You have to take my head" Saying this he moved further away from the bed where Sam sat, clutching his pillow, holding his own blade out in defense. Once the man was far enough away, Sam scrambled off the other side of the bed, to put it between them. Serafin hurried to the smaller boy and stood in front of him.
The man began to approach on Dean and Dean just stood there. 'The man should be down!' He was sure that he had punctured major organs. 'Maybe I need to go for the spinal column?'
Their eyes were deadlocked and the thing's eyes were back to that familiar sickly yellow. "Oh, Deany-Boy, that just won't work. I told you he was precious, Tom," it said, as if reading Dean's thoughts.
'It probably did,' Dean reminding himself that this was a demon he was dealing with.
"Dean, I think I've finally found a playmate that can understand my rules!" the yellow eyed being said, still laughing. With a wave of his arm he threw both Dean and Serafin against the closed oak doors of Sam's room. They landed in a heap unconscious. It then began to stalk Sam, who was curled up in a corner with his knife drawn.
When the teens regained consciousness it was to find Sam tucked in bed, as though nothing had happened. "Sammy?" Dean groaned as he picked himself up off of the floor. "Sammy!" he yelled at his sleeping brother. They boy threw a pillow in Dean's direction and rolled over.
"Go 'way, Dean. I'm tired," he murmured.
"Get up, Sammy. Wake up, now, Sammy!" Dean said desperately, now shaking his brother. Serafin came to his side and stilled his hands.
"Stop. You'll frighten him," she said, trying to draw him away from the bed.
"But that monster!" he said, fighting her.
"It's gone, Dean," she said glancing about the room.
Dean nodded, still looking suspiciously to all corners of the room. "He could still be here," Dean argued weakly, as he saw that the demon or Dark Lord had left. There was no evidence, not even blood to say that he had been there at all. Dean could even feel weight of his knives in their holsters, pressing against his body.
"Let's go. We'll go to my room. It's right next to Sammy's," she said quietly, taking his hand. Dean accepted this option, but first he went to Sam's bedside and leaned his head on the edge of the bed. It was, too, quiet to tell by hearing, but at this angle with the side of his face flush with the soft comforter, he could see the wonderful rise and fall of the boy's chest. He was breathing. 'He's alive.' In a rare show of emotion Dean leaned further over and dropped a kiss on his baby brother's head. "Sleep well, Sammy." Serafin and Dean walked hand in hand out of the quiet bedroom.
A/N Reviews and critiques are welcome. H.