Ambling Home by henri8l

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

Ch11 Lost Peacekeeper

Days had gone by and Dean had read the third newspaper that Sam brought to the room over and over. Dean had read it so many times that the lines of grey type were blending together. The meaning behind the words were disappearing along with his patience. There was nothing there. Nothing suspicious, nothing supernatural. He was getting ready to call Castiel back down just to hit him again. 'I should've punched him a few more times,' Dean thought glaring at the ceiling for a moment.

"Maybe I can help?" Sam offered, as he bit into his breakfast croissant.

Dean gave him wry look. He held the paper up in the air, "Do you want a full translation? Let me get right to it, Sam!"

"I'm just trying to help!"

"Well you're not helping. There's only stuff about weddings, obits, missing dogs, and a want ad for a live-in nanny! Nothing suspicious."

"Why don't you look at the other ones?" Sam asked gesturing toward the papers that Dean hadn't touched since grabbing the third in the pile.

Dean stubbornly buried his head back into the paper in his hands. "Because it has to be this one."

'There's got to be something here.' A few minutes later Dean took the other newspapers that were lying beside Sam on the bed.

In Camilla's apartment where Harry had spent the first few days, he was still in some pain. Since that first night, Camilla kept him resting. She had made soups from scratch. She kept Harry in bed, any time she found him lingering behind her trying to help her, she'd chase him straight back under those thick blankets in Matteo's room. The pampering was overboard to say the least. As much as Harry knew he shouldn't stay long, it did feel good having someone take the time to look after him.

One afternoon Harry snuck out of bed, hoping to use the loo, when he heard Camilla talking. Harry listened in, next to the parlor door, which was opened a crack. He peered through the crack and saw that Camilla was speaking into the phone.

"Yes, he'll be ready to go in a few days. Maybe sooner, you know growing boys. Have you been able to find any news of his parents or guardians?" Camilla said. Harry moved away from the open door to lean his back against the wall.

"I already told you that he hasn't given me a last name. No? Fine." Her conversation soon turned to some named Ricardo and Harry left to relieve himself.

Harry hadn't been back in bed long when Camilla came back into the bedroom. She was dressed in her coat and holding a purse. "Harry, caro, I was just speaking to my friend. He's a doctor. He told me of something I can get for you to speed along your recovery. I'll be gone for a few hours, I have a few more things to do while I'm out." Camilla then pointed to the book that Harry was reading. He had taken it from Matteo's shelf. "Don't read, too long. Always reading, you're just like my Matteo."

Harry nodded closing the book on one of his fingers to save the page, "Si, Signora." Camilla soon left. He left the book open on the bed and quietly searched the other rooms. Harry wasn't going to miss this opportunity to take a better look around. Something wasn't right. He looked in the guest room first. There was nothing out of place. There was a flowery bedspread and a bible that sat on the nightstand. The window's shutters were closed, so no light came in except from the bulb on the ceiling.

Harry turned out the light and went to the only other bedroom in the apartment, Camilla's. It looked almost identical to the guest room, except for the addition of the wooden crucifix tacked to the wall at the head of the bed. Also in Camilla's nightstand there was a more recent picture of Matteo. Harry picked it up and looked closer, 'Matteo really knows how to fill a uniform.' Just when Harry was going to put it back where he found it, he noticed that there were some official looking documents that had lain just below it.

It was a letter of condolence from the UN. It said that Matteo had been killed in an attack on a refugee camp that he had been patrolling. The letter told that Camilla, as his mother could take pride in her son's last actions of bravery. Matteo had saved nearly three-dozen children, before dying. It was dated six months ago. 'Matteo's dead,' now Harry was beginning to understand Camilla's need to take him in the other night. He reminded her of what she had lost. He carefully put the letter and picture back in their places, and went back to bed.

Now that Harry knew what was off about Camilla, he could rest better, instead of worrying about her intentions. Sure she was lying, but she was merely lying to herself to cope with the grief. Though Harry did still find it odd that Camilla had never asked him for his parents' contact info. She asked someone else, why? 'Maybe she thinks I'm a runaway.'

Harry stayed more than the few night he had intended. Before he really noticed nearly two weeks had passed since they had entered each other's lives. Camilla continued to be generous and a little over protective. Once Harry had felt well enough to walk around, Camilla began having him go along on her daily trips to the shops. He'd carry her lighter items because she still worried about his ribs. He no longer felt locked in and trapped in Matteo's bedroom. Harry was beginning to feeling really comfortable, now that he was feeling worlds better.

Today Harry had been allowed to carry a couple of heavier parcels for Camilla. His strength was really coming back fast now with Camilla's hearty cooking. She had sent him back out to the store to get something she had forgotten and Harry was now headed back to the apartment. He was feeling really good, happy even.

Harry could finally feel his magic, and tried small spells with his wand. None of them had worked so far, but he hadn't received another painful shock. Every night, late when he couldn't hear anymore sounds coming up from the street below, he would pull out his wand and test out spells. He knew that something had to work, eventually. Harry also knew that he couldn't wait until his magic healed to leave. He wasn't looking forward to leaving. He had become more than a little attached to Camilla. He had already found himself making excuses to himself to stay another day every day this week, and knew that he had to leave. Or he would never go. "I should leave tonight," Harry mumbled to himself as he readjusted the grocery bag in his hand.

A/N caro- beloved. UN- United Nations