Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all recognizable items from it belong to J.K. Rowling & Warner Brothers. Supernatural and all recognizable items from the show belong to Eric Kripke and Warner Brothers. Anything else that is original material is mine. I can only wish I was as creative as to think of these brilliant ideas first.
Genre: Action/Drama/Suspense/Romance
Rating: MA (for a reason)
Warning: Will contain major SLASH themes. Canon-Compliant up until Book 6 of Harry Potter, and changes Supernatural to include Harry (except for the back-story that occurred before Season 1) and that JK Rowling never published Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone lol. All lyrics at the beginning of chapters, as well as story titles, belong to their respective authors.
Summary: The war against Voldemort ends and Harry is victorious, but at what cost? Harry passes through the veil after Sirius and ends up in a world without any Wizarding society. Harry starts his new life and attends university with Sam Winchester. Harry becomes an intricate part of the lives of the Winchester brothers before his secret is revealed.
Author's Note: I know the last two chapters have been extraordinarily long, but please don't be disappointed now that I've returned to a mostly normal length. A lot of background information needed to be established (such as an entire year's worth of Dean/Harry time) and took up a lot of space. Just know that with shorter chapters come faster updates. These 10,000 word chapters are taking me almost 2 weeks to write with my busy schedule. I think we'll all be much better off with this new system of 4,000 to 7,000 word chapters.
You Leave the World Behind
Moriarty's Minion
Chapter 5:
"Something Winchester Comes This Way"
"You gave it to me real low,
You gave me such a low blow.
You caught me with my guard down,
You floored me in the first round.
Yeah, I'll get even with you,
You'll get what's coming to you."
- Foreigner, I'll Get Even With You
PREVIOUSLY…
"What is this picture of, Sam?" Harry asked, handing the photo to his friend.
Sam looked at the photo and Harry watched the wave of emotions that flickered over his friends face. Surprise, joy, guilt, anger, sadness… he witnessed them all.
"Sam?" Harry prodded. Sam looked up as if just realizing that Harry had asked him a question to begin with.
"It's my brother and I at a carnival when we were in High School," Sam explained.
Harry swallowed thickly. "I don't think you've ever mentioned having a brother before."
"We don't really get along. I haven't seen him in years, actually."
"I'm sorry," Harry replied, his throat going dry. "What did you say his name was again?"
"Dean," Sam answered, putting the picture back into the box. "His name is Dean."
Later that day Dean was taking a piss when his cell phone beeped at him. He recognized the unique pattern of musical notes that he had established was Harry's individual alert tone. He quickly shook Big Dean, and peeked at Harry's latest message.
We need to talk, Dean. Call me ASAP. – H.
The house that Sam had been given as part of the perks of his signing on as an RL was quite nice… for college living anyways. Most of the other students that Sam was in charge of lived in smaller homes in the surrounding community.
Sam's RL house was a moderately sized colonial with 2 floors and a locked basement. The outside had some faded brick with white trimming. The bottom floor included a small half bathroom, a living room and dining room mixture, and a kitchen. The basement, which was opened with a silent Alohomora, was large enough to hold parties in.
The upstairs had three bedrooms, a full bathroom, and a hall closet. Since Sam and Jess were sharing a room, Harry thought it only fair to let them have the largest of the bedrooms. Harry took the second largest, and the third was used as a storage area for all of their extra belongings. It also helped matters that the two bedrooms being used were on opposite ends of the upstairs floor so that it was difficult for sound to carry. Harry certainly didn't want to listen in on whatever Sam and Jess got up to at night.
Harry was currently pleased that this distance covered up the sounds of his own sorrow at discovering the truth about Dean. Harry had never felt so alone since first arriving in his new world.
He had his friendships with Sam and Jessica, but Dean had become something more. Dean was the person he shared his stupid thoughts with. Dean was the person he trusted enough to be intimate with. What they had was beyond some crush or pretending that Dean was his boyfriend. It may not have been love, but it was damn close.
And Dean had blown it all to hell.
How could Dean have lied to him? How could he not have told him that Sam was related to him? How could Harry have been so blind?
Looking back Harry saw his "non-relationship" with Dean through a new set of lenses. Dean hadn't blown Harry off at the bar that night because he'd grown tired of him, he'd done it because Harry had brought Sam with him. Dean hadn't been looking for Harry last Halloween, he'd been passed out outside of the RA's room… Sam's room. Dean didn't seduce Harry the next morning, he'd distracted him from opening the door and letting Sam in the dorm room.
Harry's face went red in embarrassment. Dean must think he was the dumbest person in existence… and he wouldn't be wrong.
Harry sighed in defeat. Even in this new world he was going to lose the people he cared about. He would even be mistaken on who cared about him. They would always leave him. It was really just a matter of time.
If only he had Sirius back. Sirius would have known what to do… after punching Dean in the face a few times.
He looked up at the night sky and studied the curve of the pale moon over the horizon. Ever since he had arrived, Harry had established a tradition. Every full moon he would try to find his godfather.
It's not quite the full moon, Harry thought, but what better time to try?
"Accio," Harry whispered. His wand erupted from its permanent hiding place beneath his floorboards. The wand felt good in his palm, the wood curving perfectly with the shape of his palm.
Harry had thought that it had been a blessing when Dumbledore had taught him wandless and wordless magic. It was a very awkward feat to keep a wand in your shoe or your butt pocket. It had been nice to work without its constant presence.
However, since discovering that his wand had not survived the transition between the veil and purgatory, he had missed it. He'd been forced to create one himself, even if he had to infuse some of his own magical core into the wood to make it function. Even if it would never work as well as his old wand, it was still a comfort at a time he was most vulnerable.
He let his hand fall flat and the wand go limp across his palm.
"Point Me, Sirius Black," he intoned, as he had at every full moon over the years. The wand spun in circles for a few moments before Harry cancelled the spell.
Like every year, the wand never chose a direction. Harry didn't know if it was a problem with his make-shift wand, if it meant something had happened to Sirius, or something else entirely. All he knew was that he was more alone than ever.
And Dean had yet to call.
Weston, Connecticut
Dean eyed the payphone warily.
Harry's text message had set him on edge. Their usual communications were more playful and certainly not so direct. It was almost as if it were someone else entirely. It certainly wouldn't be the first time a demon had used such a tactic to draw a hunter in. His father had told him plenty of stories of good hunters who got attached to someone only to walk right into a trap.
"The only place for vigilance," his father had told him, "is where you feel the safest."
When he was with Harry he felt safe. Their road trip over the summer had been a godsend. Sure, it had been difficult to hunt with Harry so close but the rewards were certainly worth it. Having someone to come back to at the end of the night was nice. Having someone with whom you could work off the adrenaline rush of killing the supernatural with was satisfying. Having someone that could make you forget the horrors in your life was worth more to Dean than he had thought it would.
Come on, Dean, don't back down now.
Dean picked up the handle of the payphone and slipped the proper change in. He dialed the number from memory and waited for the ringing to stop.
Please don't be a demon, please don't be a demon, please don't be a demon.
"Hello?"
Dean couldn't help the slight warmth that spread through his stomach at the sound of Harry's voice. He sounded tired… and upset.
"Hey," Dean breathed into the mouthpiece, purposefully trying to disfigure his voice.
"Dean?" Harry asked. "Why aren't you calling from your cell phone? I almost didn't pick up."
"Well, I guess it's a good thing you did, then," Dean replied, purposefully ignoring the question. He didn't want a demon tracking his phone… if it was a demon. Please just be Harry.
"I'm glad you called."
"Of course you are."
"Don't do that, Dean," Harry snapped at him, clearly agitated.
"Do what?"
"Be suave or what not."
"It's just my natural Dean way, Harry."
"I know, I know," Harry said. "It's just… I just need you to be serious so we can talk. Can you do that?"
"Sure."
"Good."
Neither of them said anything, just let the air go silent between them. Eventually the automated message came on alerting Dean and Harry that more change would be needed to continue the connection.
"Shit," Harry cursed. "We've got to do this in person, Dean. You going to be in California anytime soon?"
"I was planning on visiting for Labor Day."
"Really?" Harry asked, warmth momentarily flooding his voice. "I didn't know."
"I only just officially got the time off yesterday," Dean explained. Dean's mind flashed on the fight he'd had with his father over getting the time to himself. John had not been pleased to be hunting alone again. Dean could tell his father, who so far had tried to be supportive, was starting to lose patience with Dean's increasing absences.
"Oh, well, can we just talk then?" Harry asked nervously. "I… we need to talk… in person."
Dean swallowed thickly. "Sure. Just tell me when and where."
Labor Day
As scared as Harry was to lose Dean, he was ashamed of how he'd chickened out during their phone conversation. He'd let Dean dictate too many of the terms. It had thrown him off that a random phone number had dialed his cell and that it had actually been Dean on the other end.
Now that Harry had let a few days go by, he'd let his anger overrun him.
Harry had asked Dean to come to the house that he shared with Jess and Sam to throw him off balance. Dean had agreed, albeit reluctantly, but Harry didn't reveal that he knew why Dean was so hesitant to visit the house.
An hour before their scheduled meeting time, Harry watched from his room as Dean's trademark Impala parked a block down the street. If Harry hadn't been waiting for Dean to make such a move, he probably never would have noticed the car's arrival.
"Harry!" Jess called from downstairs.
"What's up, Jess?" Harry asked, walking down the narrow staircase. Sam and Jess were already pulling on their coats. Harry had "surprised" them with free theatre tickets as his gift for putting up with his moodiness. It would keep them out of the house long enough for Harry and Dean to have their conversation.
Harry whistled in appreciation of how nice the pair looked. Sam blushed and Jess knocked him one on the shoulder.
"Ouch, is that how you thank someone for getting you theatre tickets?"
"We already thanked you, Harry," Sam reminded him with a grin. "Besides, I'm still not entirely convinced you did this out of the goodness of your heart."
"Oh?" Harry asked, trying to remain nonchalant.
Jess grinned and hooked her arm around Sam's. "Don't mess with his head, Sam. You know Harry has some second motive that he's not telling us about."
"No I don't," Harry responded quickly. "Can't I just do something nice for my friends?"
"Sure," Sam said with a shrug. "Just don't burn down the house."
Jess gave him a quick hug, before adding, "and don't forget the emergency contact list on the fridge."
Harry whacked them both. "Goodbye, Mom. Goodbye, Dad."
"Be good, son," Jess and Sam said at the same time before closing the door behind them.
Harry waited until he heard Jess's car start before dashing out of the hallway. He had no idea if Dean would wait until the actual meeting time or arrive earlier once seeing that Sam and Jess had left the house.
Harry had to prepare.
Dean guided the Impala into an open spot on the street approximately a block away from the colonial house that Harry had described. He figured that this would give him as much distance as he could get without losing sight of the house. Dean had to be sure that Sammy wasn't in the house.
He only had to wait fifteen minutes before he saw an attractive blonde and his brother leave the house. Their arms were locked together until they reached the car. Dean felt his breathing increase and his heart speed up. This was the closest he'd been to his brother in almost a year.
Dean was pleased at how good Sam looked. His already giant of a brother had defied gravity even more and somehow managed to get even taller. Sam still let his bangs grow out, but Dean doubted that would ever change. Even when they were little Sam had liked the ability to hide his eyes in his fringe, usually to keep their father from seeing how scared or tired he was.
There was something else that Dean noticed about Sam: his smile. It hurt Dean to see how happy his younger brother had become. He took in his brother's smile and knew that Sam was genuinely happy. This new life of his was better for him than what he grew up with. Dean wanted Sam to be happy, but damn if it didn't irk him that Sam could so easily move past his family… past his big brother.
He ducked as their car passed, hoping to God that Sam had been too distracted to notice the Impala on the street.
Dean waited a few minutes before he turned off the radio and climbed out of the Impala. He locked the door behind him and headed up the street, surveying the houses for signs of threat.
Dean had confided in his father that his "girlfriend" had sounded a little off. John himself had suggested some kind of trap, but Dean refused to bring him along. He'd even dumped his cell phone in case his Dad tried to track him with it. Hopefully Harry wouldn't mind having to memorize yet another new number to reach him at.
Dean brushed his hand against the flask in his inner pocket. He'd taken precautions just in case Harry wasn't acting of his own accord. Dean was fairly confident that his nerves were just letting him read into the situation.
Before he knew it, Dean had reached the front door. He eyed the doorbell for a moment before jabbing his index finger into it. His other hand gripped the pure silver penknife in his jacket pocket.
"Come in! It's open!" Harry's voice announced from somewhere within the house.
Dean frowned at the trusting nature of his friend for leaving the front door to the house unlocked when clearly he was home alone. Any random criminal could come in, let alone a demon or something equally as wicked.
Dean let himself in and surveyed the moderate living quarters. There was a small stand at the base of the staircase that had several pictures. The one that caught his eye was of Sam and Harry at a football game wearing Saints uniforms.
"That's my housemate Sam," Harry explained, walking in from the other end of the narrow hallway.
Dean smiled at him. "Wasn't he your RA or something last year?"
Harry smiled in response and leaned in towards Dean. Dean was surprised when Harry turned in to his shoulder for a hug instead of accepting a kiss. He covered it well and hugged his friend tightly.
"You have a good memory," Harry whispered into his ear.
Dean sniffed at the air. "Are you cooking?"
"Special occasion," Harry explained, leading Dean back down the hallway in the direction he had just entered from.
"Anything good, Martha Stewart?" Dean teased as they entered the kitchen. Dean could tell why Harry liked living in the house; the kitchen was a nice size for the house. There was an island where Harry could prepare food and enough countertop and stoves to prepare. Dean loved Harry's cooking because it always reminded him of what eating at home was like when his mother was still alive.
"Nothing fancy," Harry responded, tending to a boiling saucepan on the stove. "How have you been, Dean?"
"Fine, busy traveling. Glad to be here, especially since I'm starving."
"Hope you're not too hungry, Dean. I'm not sure how much we'll have."
Dean looked from Harry to the massive amounts of food being prepared and then returned his gaze to Harry. "There must be a whole feast here!"
Harry eyed him for a moment before turning back to the stove. From over his shoulder he said casually, "Well Jess and Sam are going to eat with us, too."
Dean tried to swallow the panic within him. God, couldn't Harry hear his heart pounding away in his chest? Was he trying to give him a heart attack? "Oh?" he croaked out, grimacing when his voice caught. "I didn't know they were here."
"Well they're not here now," Harry clarified. "They just went out to get some dessert for us. They'll be back soon."
"Great."
"Don't worry so much, Dean," Harry reassured him, smiling brightly, "Sam and Jess are going to love you. I think you'll really like Sam."
"Oh, really?"
Harry eyed him hard, "Don't you trust me, Dean?"
Dean nodded, not trusting himself to speak aloud. Harry smiled and turned back to preparing the meal.
"You got a crapper in this place?"
Harry laughed at Dean's random vulgarity and pointed down the hall. Dean let himself out of the room and made his way to the bathroom. Once inside he splashed water on his face and eyed the mirror above the sink.
"You can do this, Dean," he told his reflection confidently. "You can figure a way out of this dinner. We've done it before, we can do it again."
"Did Harry seem a little off to you tonight?" Jess asked Sam as they drove down the highway.
Sam shrugged at the wheel. "No one is harder to read than Harry, Jess. You know that."
Jess nodded and let the sound of the radio fill the car again. Sam eyed her crossed arms and the way she was gazing out the window.
"You really that concerned?" he asked her.
"Not worried, per se. Just… uneasy," she clarified, turning towards Sam. "It was just so last minute that he got these tickets. It was like he really was trying to get rid of us for the night or something."
"You really care about him, don't you?" Sam asked her.
"Of course," Jess answered immediately. "And so do you. We have other friends Sam, but Harry is special. I know you know that as well. He's your best friend."
Sam nodded. "So what do you want to do? Skip the show?"
"I don't know. If he wanted us out of the house that badly, wouldn't it be worse to wreck whatever schemes he's got going on?"
"We're already halfway there," Sam added.
"I guess to the show we go then."
They drove for a few more miles before Sam suddenly took an exit off of the highway.
"What are you doing?" Jess asked. "This isn't the right exit, Sam."
"I know, but… something's bugging me, Jess."
"Me, too."
The car accelerated as they arched back the way they came… back to Harry and Dean.
As soon as Dean returned from the bathroom, Harry could tell that his plan to unsettle Dean was working. Dean was a few shades paler and had obviously become distracted. Serves him right, Harry thought to himself.
He smiled at Dean as he poured him another shot of vodka.
"Are you feeling alright?"
Dean shook his head, "No, must have been something I ate on the road. Maybe I shouldn't stay for dinner after all?"
"Nice try, buster," Harry replied. "You're not getting out of this dinner that easily. Especially not if you want dessert."
"Dessert?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow. Harry smirked at him from across the table.
"You know what I mean."
"I've always been one for dessert before the meal," said Dean suggestively.
"I remember." Harry tried to keep the smirk off his face, but he couldn't help it. Even if Dean had lied to him, he was always going to find the man completely irresistible.
Dean seemed to have come to the same conclusion as he moved his chair closer to Harry's.
"Dean, wait," Harry warned, "they'll be back soon."
Dean took Harry's wrist and raised it to his mouth. "Forget them, let's go back to my motel room and have some fun."
Harry yanked his arm from Dean's grasp before Dean could kiss it. That's why Dean wanted "dessert", to get away from Sam and Jess?
Harry's hurt and anger overwhelmed him and, before he could stop himself, he asked, "Is that why you want me so bad all of a sudden, Dean? To distract me from dinner?"
"What?" Dean asked, playing dumb. "I just meant we could always do dinner with your housemates another time."
"We could also go fuck any other time!"
"Why are you getting so upset, Harry? It was just a suggestion."
"Tell me the truth, Dean," Harry snarled. "Just once, tell me the truth."
"I am telling you the truth."
"Liar."
"What is wrong with you?" Dean asked, already reaching for the flask of holy water in his breast pocket.
"You!" Harry yelled. "You're what's wrong with me! I thought you wanted me, cared for me."
"I do, Harry," Dean snapped, "just not when you're possessed."
With that, Dean threw the contents of the flask into Harry's face. Harry had been so surprised by Dean's statement that his mouth had opened to ask what the hell Dean was talking about. Harry coughed as the liquid entered his mouth.
Dean's eyes went wide as he saw that the holy water had no effect on his friend. Harry wasn't possessed. Harry was still human. Dean had just splashed holy water on Harry, and he was supposed to explain this how?
Before either man could react, they heard the sound of car doors closing in the driveway. Harry ran to the living room and opened a sliver in the blinds to look outside. He swallowed quickly as he spotted Sam and Jess making their way to the front door.
"It's Sam and Jess," Harry announced as he reentered the kitchen. Dean was sitting at the table drinking directly from the vodka bottle. Harry took one look at the resigned look on Dean's face before he took action. He knew that whatever had happened to separate the Winchester brothers was not going to be resolved by Sam discovering that his brother was fucking his best friend behind his back.
He cast a wandless sticking spell on the door to hold his housemates off. He grabbed one of Dean's arms and hauled the man out of the chair.
"Harry, I can't," Dean started to beg.
"I know, Dean."
"No, you don't. I can't explain, but I need to leave."
"No, Dean Winchester, you don't know."
Dean stopped cold in the hallway. He looked at Harry in panic and then in suspicion.
"How did you know my name?" Dean demanded.
Harry put a hand over Dean's mouth and shushed him. They heard the distinct noise of Sam's keys in the lock and then Jess inquiring what was taking so long.
"Trust me," Harry ordered him and began leading him upstairs, avoiding the creaky steps.
"Where are we going?" Dean asked indignantly.
"To my room," Harry explained. "You can hide there."
Harry pushed his door open with his foot and shoved Dean inside. He stripped off his shirt and pants and chucked them at Dean, leaving himself in just his boxers. He took the towel from its hanging spot behind the door.
"Stay here and be quiet," Harry ordered before closing the door in Dean's face and walking back downstairs.
Dean put his ear up against Harry's door.
Harry wrapped the towel around his waist and cast a few rinsing spells at himself. Dean had already gotten him wet with the liquid in his flask, so Harry figured he'd put it to good use. He gripped the door handle and released the spell.
"What are guys doing back so early?" he asked, trying to sound surprised.
Jess and Sam took in the sight of Harry having clearly just emerged from the shower. They looked at each other and then back at Harry, neither sure what to say. They had expected some kind of party to be going on, or some ill intentioned meeting… anything to signify why Harry had arranged for them to be out of the house.
But Harry appeared to be just fine.
"Forgot the tickets," Jess said suddenly.
Harry nodded and moved aside to let them in. Jess went up the stairs to pretend to get the tickets. Sam stayed downstairs with Harry.
Harry looked at Sam expectantly.
Sam shrugged. "Women."
Dean stood up as soon as Harry reentered the room.
"They're gone," Harry explained. "They forgot the theatre tickets I got for them."
"Theatre tickets?" Dean asked, antipathy lacing his voice, "I'd forget them, too."
Harry chuckled.
"I thought you said they were out getting dessert?" Dean inquired, suspicion returning to his voice.
"I lied," Harry replied honestly. "I was trying to freak you out. They were never supposed to actually show up."
"So what did you expect to happen when they were late for dinner?"
"I expected, or rather I hoped, that you'd be honest with me. I thought that if you thought Sam was about to barge in that you'd come clean."
"Why?" Dean asked, clearly upset. "Why would you do that to me?"
"Because you lied to me!" Harry shot back. "How could you never mention that you were Sam's brother? You really thought he'd never let something slip?"
"Of course I did!" Dean bellowed. "I worried about it every time I left you and hit the road. What if you mentioned meeting me? What if you told him about what we do together? What if Sam asked about me? It was all I could think of!"
"Than why keep lying?" Harry asked, hurt underlying his words. "Why not trust me?"
"I don't trust anybody, Harry," Dean said. "Not even you."
Dean watched as Harry shut down before him, watched as his words turned his friend against him. Harry sat on his bed, afraid that his legs might give out beneath him.
"Did you ever care about me, Dean?"
Dean hated the defeat in Harry's voice. "Of course I did. Why else would I risk coming into contact with Sam so often?"
Dean sighed and sat down next to Harry, waiting to see if Harry would move away from him or tell Dean to leave. Harry did neither, instead pulling Dean down onto the bed. Harry snuggled into Dean's side.
"So what do we do now?" Harry asked, stumbling over how to categorize their non-relationship. "Do we stay… the same, or do we… stop?"
"Do you want to stop?" Dean asked, not answering the question.
"I don't."
"Me neither."
"But I can't lie to Sam, Dean." Harry looked up at Dean. "He's my best friend, Dean. If we go forward, I won't lie anymore."
"You know the saddest part?" Dean asked into Harry's hair. "All my life I've always put Sam first. Now, I finally meet someone who knows what that's like, someone who puts Sam's needs first, someone who can understand me, and we can't be together anymore… because we have to put Sam first."
"That's fucked up, Dean," Harry said, holding on tighter to Dean.
"Welcome to my world."
"What happened between you and Sam?" Harry asked.
"I don't talk about it, Harry."
"Neither does Sam. If I hadn't seen your picture, I never would have connected the dots."
"He has a picture of me?" Dean asked, that warm feeling in his stomach returning. He felt Harry nod against his chest.
"I've got one, too," Dean confided. "Want to see it?"
Harry shifted so that Dean could reach his wallet. Dean pulled out a picture of Sam at his graduation, dressed in a blue gown and grinning proudly.
"That's my brother, the egghead."
Harry laughed. "I take it school wasn't your first priority?"
"Nope," said Dean proudly. "I had other interests."
"Chicks, obviously. They must really have dug the whole bad boy thing."
"They're not the only ones," Dean said pointedly. Harry poked him in the side in retaliation.
"You picked me up, remember?"
"I remember," Dean said quietly. He tightened his hold on Harry.
"Tonight's it, isn't it?" Harry asked. "For us, I mean."
Dean sighed. "Unless you want to lie to Sam."
"Or if you would patch things up with your brother, Dean."
"I'm sorry, Harry," Dean apologized sincerely. "I seriously doubt my brother's interested in anything I'd have to say. Besides, he's better off without me."
"You weren't there when I found that picture, Dean," Harry argued gently. "He obviously still loves you. And you obviously care about him."
"I can't, Harry."
"Okay," Harry said, letting the matter drop. "We still have tonight, though, right?"
"Of course."
The next morning, Harry kept his eyes closed as he came into consciousness. Harry knew what the morning would bring. Dean would leave and Harry would go back to a life without him.
But as long as Harry's eyes were closed it was still their time together. He tried to memorize each detail of their final moments together. The way their skin clung together, combined by their sizzling body heats. The feeling of Dean's breath on his bare shoulder. The way that Big Dean rested against the curve of his ass.
He'd expected last night to be a blaze of frantic passion, but they had drawn it out all night. Harry hadn't used any magic to accomplish the task either; he'd wanted to experience Dean as naturally as possible. It wasn't fucking, it was making love in a way that Harry had never experienced before.
Harry didn't realize he was crying until Dean wiped a stray tear from his eye.
"Good morn-" Dean began to say, before Harry put a hand over his mouth.
"Don't say it," Harry warned. "We still have time this way."
Harry still refused to open his eyes so he didn't remove his hand until he felt Dean nod against his palm. Harry turned his body around and they hugged each other in the bed until Harry regained control of himself.
He didn't want this to be their goodbye. He didn't want Dean to leave without giving him something to remember him by. Harry was suddenly struck by an idea.
Dean felt Harry kiss a trail down to his chest. He sucked in a lungful of breath as Harry latched on to one of his overly sensitive nipples. Harry sucked as if his life depended on it and Dean groaned. Harry continued to tease and manipulate the flesh until he'd left a bright hickey around the right nipple.
Big Dean had been awakened and for the last time Dean took Harry.
It was desperate.
It was frantic.
It was goodbye.
ONE YEAR LATER…
A buzzing sound erupted in Harry's left ear, awakening him immediately. It was the proximity alert that meant someone had crossed the threshold of the house.
Harry whipped out of bed, clad only in his boxers, and apparated silently downstairs to the living area. He quickly disillusioned himself and waited for the intruder to step into the room.
A few seconds later a shadow crept into the room. Harry pounced immediately, cancelling the invisibility charm, the element of surprise giving him an unfair advantage. The intruder was helpless against the onslaught of punches, only managed to get a few sharp jabs in but never enough to put Harry on the defensive.
A stray beam of moonlight illuminated the face of the intruder and Harry's whole body froze in surprise. The intruder didn't waste a moment of Harry's inaction before taking control of the situation. Harry soon found himself beneath the intruder.
"Dean?" he whispered in surprise.
The living room lights flickered on and Harry got a good look at the man he'd let go of a year ago. Dean's arm was raised as if he were about to hit Harry. Dean lowered the arm immediately but he still wasn't smiling at Harry. His face was completely blank.
"Dean?" this time it was someone else who had called Dean's name.
Harry looked at the doorway and saw Sam and Jess standing there. Jess looked horrified and Sam looked ashamed.
"Harry, you okay?" Sam asked looking at his best friend.
Dean slowly climbed off of Harry. Harry held out a hand to Dean, but the older man ignored it. Harry grunted and pushed himself off the ground.
"Nice attack dog you've got, Sam," Dean said sarcastically.
"What are you doing here, Dean?" Sam asked, not sparing any time to deal with Dean's bullshit. Normally Harry might have been more sympathetic to Dean, but not when he was being a jerk.
"You know this man, Sam?" Jess asked, her engagement ring catching the living room light. Harry saw that Dean's eyes had caught the reflection of light, but that he wasn't going to comment on the engagement. Dean did throw him a glance though as if to see Harry's reaction to the ring.
Harry gave a slight shrug in response. Harry was happy for his friends, and proud that Sam had finally gotten the balls to ask Jess to marry him.
"Yeah, Jess," Sam answered. "He's my brother Dean."
"And you are?" Dean asked Jess. Harry frowned, realizing that Dean had to pretend that he didn't already know this information. Merlin knows Harry only spoke about Sam and Jess to Dean a million times before this.
"None of your business, Dean," Sam broke in, before Jess could introduce herself.
Harry knew that Jess wouldn't like that one bit, and wasn't the least bit surprised when Jess walked around Sam and shook Dean's hand. "I'm Jess, Sam's fiancé."
"Fiancé?" Dean asked, eyebrows raised in question. "Congrats, Sam. Though, I think she's way out of your league, Sammy-boy."
"What the hell are you doing here, Dean?" Sam asked impatiently.
"Looking for a beer?" Dean quipped.
Harry took one from the fridge and tossed it to Dean. Dean took the beer and nodded towards him in thanks, but didn't inquire after his name.
"I'm Harry, by the way," Harry said grumpily, not liking that Dean was so pointedly ignoring him.
"Where?" Dean joked. Harry glowered at him.
"Dean, it's late and I'm tired." Sam said angrily. "Just tell me what you want."
Dean gave Sam a frustrated look, before pointedly looking at Jess and Harry.
"Dad's on a hunting trip, Sam," he explained, slowly, "and he hasn't been home in a few days."
Author's Notes: There's so much more I wanted to do with the back-story, but it was taking forever. So I apologize if this chapter seems a little rushed, but I was impatient to get to the good stuff with hunting and all that.
I received a lot of questions about Sirius and his part in the story. Sirius will play a major role in this story but not in the way most of you are envisioning. I can't say more without giving it away, but you'll understand before the end of this story. Remember also, that this is just the first of five stories in this series. Hopefully I've given a hint in this chapter as to what role he'll play. Guesses and conjecture are welcome!
Also, I like cliffhangers so expect more of them in the future. Next update will be this weekend. The more reviews, the faster the chapter goes up. And, yes, that was a bribe :)