As the Monday morning lesson with the fifth years came to a close (in which the brothers had stood aside as Cas taught the teenagers how to cast a shield charm), Sam kept recalling his brother's words. If Dean thought that Sam would be the best person to talk to Harry, then there really was no other option. Dean, as bull-headed as he could be at times, was still oddly insightful when it came to anything important or case related. Anyway, the younger brother could admit to himself that he wanted to talk to the young boy. He felt a certain sense of kinship with the troubled teen.

The Gryffindor Four dawdled as the rest of their peers vacated the room, packing up their bags extra slowly. Once the final students had trickled out, they walked up to the students.

'My entire body is aching', Ron announced, by way of greeting. Dean chuckled, patting the young ginger on the back – and causing him to stumble forward – with vigour.

'Ah young grasshopper, we have barely started', he informed them. 'We eased you into the training on Saturday'. At the horrified looks he received (mainly from Ron), he chuckled again, this time joined by Sam in his amusement. Cas, of course, simply observed the scene with a small smile on his face.

'Harry, if you don't mind following me into my office? I'd like to have a chat with you', Sam indicated to the stairs leading to the office. The green-eyed boy looked at his friends, before nodding silently, and following the giant of a man. 'Don't worry, if the talk runs longer than recess, then I'll give you a note for your next teacher', Sam assured Harry, and again, he simply nodded.

Entering the office, Sam took a seat on the desk, and Harry took the seat in front of the desk. Sam wracked his brain on how to begin the conversation, how was he meant to get Harry to open up to him, a virtual stranger?

He was broken out of his thoughts by Harry's voice asking, 'Sir, are you alright?'.

'Yes, Harry, thank you for asking', Sam answered, before taking in a deep breath and steeling himself for the coming storm. 'I asked to talk to you today Harry, because I think you need to get some things off your chest,' Sam said. He smiled wryly shocked green eyes, so similar to his older brother's, met his own hazel ones. Seeing that Harry was about to protest, Sam quickly continued. 'Let me tell you a bit about myself before you decide whether you want to me, okay Harry?' the hunter asked, smiling brightly. At the affirmative, Sam began his story.

'Harry, I feel like I'll be able to understand the pressure of what you're under. You have a madman who killed your parents after you, and I've had something similar. When I was only six months old, a powerful demon killed my mother, because he wanted me for this grand plan of starting the apocalypse'. Sam paused, allowing Harry to absorb what he had said so far, and judging by the widening of his eyes, Harry took a couple of seconds to realise what the hunter had said. 'Yes, when I was a child, this demon was preparing me to start the apocalypse and release Lucifer from his cage in hell. The death of my mum hit my dad pretty hard, and both me and Dean grew up while travelling and hunting supernatural monsters. A few years ago, the apocalypse started, and I managed to defeat Lucifer by letting him possess my body, and then taking control and chucking myself into hell. Cas got me out about six earth months after I had fallen in'.

There was a long stretch of silence, as Harry tried to compute that his teacher had literally defeated Satan, and been to hell and back. This tall man in front of him must have been unbelievably strong to do something like that, and Harry couldn't wrap his head around the story. However, the teen now felt slightly more comfortable (and yet heaps more awed) to talk to the man.

'Sir, that's… that's…' he tried to say, not quite knowing how to sum up his reaction to the story.

Sam laughed, laughed, even after everything he had been through and said, 'yeah, it's hard to put into words how to feel right?'. At Harry's nod, Sam gave him a warm smile, and asked 'so, how do you feel about talking to this old guy about your troubles?'

Swallowing past the lump that had suddenly appeared in his throat, Harry looked down at his hands as they rested on his lap. 'Well, I just don't know how to feel right now sir,' the boy admitted, looking up at the teacher. At the encouraging nod he received, he continued.

'Well, for one, I'm just not being told anything! I mean, Voldemort is after me, and anyone attached to me! And yet I'm the one who's being left in the dark! Then there's the fact that my Godfather has to be stuck in his horrible house, even though he's miserable there, just because people think he's evil. No one believed me when I said that he wasn't. Then there's the fact that the wizarding world thinks I'm a psycho', the boy ranted, voice getting steadily louder, which Sam didn't comment on. Best he let Harry vent his anger a bit.

'The freaking wizarding world just expects me to save their arse, and be their golden boy hero, but when I say something serious, they won't listen! And to make things worse, Dumbledore is bloody leaving me with the Dursley's all the time! He won't even fucking look at me, and he leaves me with my bloody family WHO TREAT ME LIKE A FUCKING HOUSE ELF!' the boy finished, panting with exertion, standing in front of the hunter.

Sam put a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder, and led him to sit back down. 'Harry, I'm so sorry. Your life, I hope you don't mind me saying, sounds like shit', the hunter admitted, and the teen laughed sadly. His life was shit.

A knock was heard at the door, and Dean and Cas walked in. 'We heard shouting, and thought you might need help Sammy', the older Winchester said, taking the seat behind the desk. Cas stood beside his partner.

Ignoring his brother, Sam continued, 'Harry, I agree that it's not right that things are being kept from you. I know first-hand that things being kept a secret can lead to some very bad consequences', Sam said, throwing a half-hearted glare at his older brother.

Dean snorted, and tried to jest with Harry. 'He's testy because I didn't tell him that I sold my soul for him, and so I ended up in hell for a year', he told the young boy.

'Wait, you've been to hell too?!' Harry burst out in surprise, and the brothers nodded.

'Yup, Cas got us both out', Dean explained, taking his angels hand and nuzzling the palm. The older Winchester felt weirdly comfortable around the wizard sat in the office, he had the same feel as Sammy. 'We know what it's like to feel like the fate of the world rests on your shoulders kid, you can talk to us whenever you need', he said gruffly, tone warm and eyes sincere.

Harry's eyes became blurry as he teared up, and he sniffed to try and stop the tears. These men were being so nice to him, even though it sounded like their lives had been worse than his. 'It's just not fair, you know?' he whispered. 'I just want a normal life, why did Voldemort have to come after me?' he asked, one tear escaping his eye and sliding down his cheek. Once again, he looked at his hands.

Rough male hands placed themselves over his own, and he looked up at his comforter. Surprise filled him as he saw that Castiel, the somewhat stoic angel, was the one kneeling in front of him. Glancing up at the Winchester brothers, he could see that they were also mildly surprised by the angel's actions.

'Harry', the angel began in his gravelly voice, 'I'm sorry for what you have had to deal with. No doubt, heaven also feels regret for your life, this was never written for you. While it is true that you must face Voldemort, that is something that has been planned for centuries, you should not have had to have such a horrible life', Cas informed the distraught boy.

Harry, mind reeling with what he had heard, ripped his hands out of the mans. 'Wait, what do you mean it's been written that I have to face Voldemort?' he asked, shock painting his question.

Cocking his head to the side, Cas simply answered, 'it has been prophesised that either you must defeat Voldemort, or he will kill you and dominate the world. Has Albus Dumbledore not told you?'.

Harry jumped out of his seat, and ran from the office, leaving his bag and the door wide open in his rush.

'Dean, I believe I have made things worse', Cas said gravely. If the situation had been different, the brothers would have laughed. However, the situation meant that someone they saw as their charge was panicking and upset, and probably needed their help.

'Yeah, Cas, I'd say you did', Dean affirmed, before following his brother who ran out after the boy.

(break)

'-EVER GOING TO TELL ME?! I HAVE TO BLOODY KILL VOLDEMORT OR HE'LL TAKE OVER THE WORLD, HOW COULD YOU HIDE SOMETHING LIKE THIS FROM ME?!' they heard Harry shouting before they even entered the office.

There they were met by the sight of Harry raging at Albus Dumbledore, who was sat at his desk, an unreadable expression on his face.

'I'm sorry Harry', the venerable wizard said, lowering his head in shame. 'I simply wanted to protect you, preserve your childhood for as long as possible', he said, before waving his wand and s conjuring a ball of light in the middle of the room. 'I suppose there's no reason to keep the prophecy from you anymore'.

The ball of light transformed into the figure of Sybil Trelawney, and began to rasp:

'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...'

Harry's eyes bugged out of their sockets, his face getting steadily redder. He walked over to a coffee table, picking up an unidentifiable gold trinket. 'YOU FUCKING BASTARD', he bellowed, hurling the object at the stunned headmaster, before storming over to Team Free Will. He grabbed hold of Sam's hand, and tried to drag the large man out of the room with him.

Sam held steady, wanting to say something before he left. He turned to the headmaster, face disapproving and accusing. 'You had no right to hide something like this from him', he stated, before allowing the chosen one to drag him out of the office. Of course, Dean and Cas followed right after, all of them presenting a unified front.

A/N sorry it took so long to upload! I find it hard to organise my time so that I can write, sorry! Hope you like it though :)