Chapter 4

Okay I know I've been away. I was actually at the USCG boot camp. Unfortunately I didn't make it through because of breathing problems but I'm still young. I'm not too worried.

Now I had someone review about Harry's inconsistent language. Reading over it I can see what they meant. He's mostly mature when talking to adults but he becomes a bit more like Dean when talking to kids. For me though, that is how this Harry is. He loves kids and loves to spoil them and is immature right along with them. Sort of like being a kid himself. But in the presence of adults he acts more mature. He's almost like a chameleon the way he adapts to who he's around. I hope that clears things up a little.

Apocalypse Begin

"Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you."

Harry almost squealed in joy.

"We need to talk Dean. Alone."

The young angel gently tapped the hunter's forehead and they were gone. Harry let out a soft whimper once the warmth of the angel's grace was brutally ripped away.

"Dean!"

Sam was staring, jaw hanging; at the spot the two had just been standing. Bobby as well but he seemed more in control than the poor giant seemed to be.

"No need to worry. Your brother will be just fine," Harry said shaking off the aftereffects of the grace.

Sam whipped around and an unholy gleam lit in his eyes. Slowly he stalked forward causing the pastor to back away nervously.

"And just how do I know that, huh? Some strange creature just came and whisked my brother away and you're the one that brought it here," Sam hissed lowly.

Oh yeah? And you're not the one who asked me to? "Look Sam. You came to me. I summoned who you wanted. It's not my fault you couldn't restrain an angel."

"How do ya know that's an angel, boy?"

Harry turned to Bobby who seemed to be quite calm. Making sure to keep a wary eye on the younger brother from his peripheral vision he answered, "I could feel it. And the beautiful wings on his back-"

"What wings?"

Both hunters were looking confused now. They couldn't see the majestic white wings? They were so hard to miss! "You couldn't see them?"

"All I saw was a man in a trench coat pull a knife out of his chest and come away unfazed from rock salt before stealing Dean."

Now Harry was the confused one. If they couldn't see the wings, why could he? Something to do with his dreams?

Sam seemed to have the same thing on his mind when he blurted, "Hey, you have some Angelic power don't you? Can't you find them?"

"I don't really know what I have, okay? I already helped you and then you turn around and accuse me! I'm not an angelic vessel! It's not possible."

"Ruby said-"

"Yeah? Well Ruby's a lying bitch," Harry interrupted. Sam looked slightly stunned. "I don't know why you even listen to her. You can't trust anything that comes from that things mouth. It's like poison!"

"You don't know her like I do!"

"And I don't want to either!"

"Will you idjits knock it off?"

Both heated glares turned onto the older man. Bobby sighed and muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like children and immaturity before he straightened from his slouch and addressed both.

"Right. Now, there ain't nothing we can do for Dean. Sam, if the pastor says he can't do it, don't force him. He is right. You were the one who sought him out. And you," he turned to Harry who was standing by his bed, "You're a pastor ain't ya. There's no reason for the foul language and murderous intent in here. You'd think ya just had your favorite toy ripped away."

Harry flinched back as the statement hit closer to home than he would've liked. Castiel leaving so suddenly did seem to have put him in a foul temper. Huh? He was usually much more perceptive about himself…

"I'm sorry," Harry sighed. "I don't know what's come over me." Tiredly he brought his hand up to rub at his brow. "I think I need more sleep. The summoning must have drained me more than I thought."

"Of course. I'm sorry as well. I didn't mean to jump down your throat. I just got my brother back and… Look we'll leave. If you see Dean please call this number," Sam said handing over a business card.

Harry nodded accepting it before plopping down onto the hospital bed. He watched the two hunters leave quietly and let out a huge sigh once they were out of sight.

Three days. It had been three days since the hospital had released him and since he'd seen Castiel and the hunters. He still hadn't figured out their real last names, but he was pretty positive that the first names weren't fake. He'd been researching hunters and families that hunted but without last names that lead wasn't going to get him anywhere. So, unfortunately his quest to gather as much information on the brothers before he got dragged into some crazy life endangering adventure with them wasn't going so well. He'd been doing this all night and he was getting tired.

And as of right now he had the most terrible headache. The memories seemed to want to drown him in their length and intensity so instead of giving in like he usually did, he fought back keeping them trapped in the back of his mind to view later. Later when he wasn't seeing hallucinations of Sirius standing in his living room…

Wait what?

Harry's head snapped back up and found Sirius Black standing right in between the couch and the window of his living room. Slowly, never taking his eyes off the image, he stood from his chair in the kitchen, leaving the laptop on the table, and approached the figure.

When he was only three feet away, Sirius opened his mouth and rasped, "It's all your fault Harry."

The pastor jerked back a step.

"Why did you have to go to the ministry? Why couldn't you just get over your pride and ask for help? It's your fault, Harry! If you hadn't rushed in blindly I'd still be alive." The ghost, for it was definitely a ghost if he was talking like he was dead, twitched and his face twisted into a nasty Snape worthy scowl. "Why couldn't you have just been more thorough?"

Harry scrambled back barely dodging a punch to the face. He stumbled a moment but was able to make it to the Elder wand sitting on the dining table before launching a banishing hex at the ghost. It shrieked in outrage but disappeared.

Crap! He needed help immediately. The ghost wasn't normal. Sirius wouldn't-he would never say those things! And that weird looking symbol on his hand seemed familiar somehow. Something was wrong. But… the only hunters he knew were the brothers and lord knew where they were at the moment.

Who else? Who else!

AH! The head pastor! They had grown close since initially coming to America. If there was one man Harry could trust, it was definitely Jinson. Harry shivered. Then he abruptly dove forward missing getting beheaded by a furious specter.

With a huff of exertion, the wizard was able to bend into a C position and cast another banishing hex. That unfortunately missed…

So, he rolled forward, pushing himself to his feet and erecting a protego. Sirius bounced off of it in an attempt to reach him.

Not having a cellphone was really a hassle right now and as long as he had a shield erected he wouldn't be able to use the landline. The ghost wouldn't stay banished that long either…

"Please let this work," Harry prayed before whispering Expecto Patronum. The large silvery stag reared on its hind legs the moment it formed and charged antlers down, right through Sirius. The specter disappeared again.

Happily the stag trotted back to its master and Harry smiled. Placing one hand on the incorporeal for he said, "I need you to deliver an important message to Pastor Jinson. Repeat: Pastor Jinson I know you are either scared or in awe right now but I desperately need your help. Please come to my apartment with your rifle loaded with rock salt. I know you have questions but I, Harry, need your help. Please!"

Prongs snorted once and darted away to deliver his important message. Now all Harry had to do was stall Sirius and figure out what was wrong with him. But how the hell was he supposed to do that when he was acting more murderous than he had toward Peter Pettigrew? So not fair!

Turning on the spot, he came nose to chest with the solemn faced ghost. How the hell did he get inside the shield!?

Harry backpedaled quickly stumbling over the only living room rug, and coincidentally moving him out of the way of a lunge. With a 'tsk' of annoyance and exertion, the young wizard managed another successful banishing hex. Then he darted into the kitchen.

Where is it? Where is it!?

Harry shoved all of his spices out of their respective cupboards in a frenzied search for salt. Finally he let out an 'AHA' of victory. Pulling out some bagged salt from the back of his smallest cupboard, Harry took a moment to curse himself for hiding the salt in such a forgettable place. Always be prepared, or 'CONSTANT VIGILANCE' as Alastor Moody used to say constantly. The moment ended quickly when a force grabbed the back of his t-shirt and none too gently ripped him away from the cabinet while tossing him across his small apartment. Oh, there went the salt. Sigh.

With a thud and a crack, Harry landed against the wall and slumped in pain. There was going to be a Harry shaped dent in the wall now. He just knew it.

"Why can't you just die Harry? Accept your punishment for failing me."

With a grunt and snarl, Harry rolled to the side, avoiding a clearly painful punch to the head.

"Sirius would never say these things, that's why! Sure I made a mistake, but did he have to come in after me? No! Go back to whatever hole you crawled out of!"

Another failed banishing hex left a scorch mark on his kitchen wall. Flinging the couch at the ghost only seemed to piss it off more as it went right through him and instead broke his kitchen table... and most probably his laptop… Well he's been meaning to update for a while now.

Unfortunately, Harry's luck seemed to be running out as Sirius was able to land a rather nasty scratch on his inner thigh, just barely missing the major artery. Well maybe his luck was holding up just a little bit… just a little.

Another missed hex was followed by a successful one. Harry let out a breath of relief before quickly summoning the dropped salt and pouring it into a wide circle around him. Harry could feel he was a little delirious at the moment and decided he had a concussion. A nasty one based on the pain. Wonderful!

Sirius appeared again and glowered down at the salt circle. Hmph. Stupid specter stealing the face of Sirius and parading it around. Why, if his godfather knew Harry bet he would come down from Heaven and beat him to death with an umbrella. A pink Umbrella… Hagrid's umbrella! A growl of frustration brought him from his obviously concussed (seriously an umbrella where the heck had that come from?) thoughts.

Harry wobbled slightly where he stood and pressed a firm hand onto his injury trying to stop the bleeding. Sirius just stood there glowering for a few minutes before glancing at the window. Then a maliciously evil smile spread across his lips.

Harry really didn't like that smile… reminded him way too much of when Sirius thought of an evilly genius idea to prank Snape. Oh. Oooooohhhhhhh… Well that wasn't good.

The wizard glanced at the window nervously as it squeaked open.

Please don't be windy. Please don't be windy. Please don't be wind- Dammit! It was windy. Just windy enough for the salt line to slowly start to break. Harry freaked and tried to correct it with his foot but it wasn't working as well as he'd hoped.

"Jinson where are you," he muttered under his breath.

Finally it broke completely and Harry didn't move. Couldn't move. It was like some strange pressure was holding him in place as he stared into the spitting image of his Godfather's eyes. There were no more accusations there. In fact it looked like sorrow but that couldn't be-

And with that, Sirius moved with inhuman speed and thrust claw like fingers straight through Harry's abdomen. The wizard choked and blood dribbled down his chin. Up close he could see madness (and yes there was definitely some sorrow mixed in there) glazing the usually cheerful cobalt eyes. That only made the pain hurt worse.

"I'm so sor-sorry."

The hand jerked back out with a squelch and grasped Harry's throat before the pastor could fall to his knees. He didn't know how long the ghost held him there scrutinizing his face but he could feel the blood loss setting him causing his vision to dim. Sirius, seeing his prey losing focus, snarled viciously.

"You're not sorry enough, Prongslet." The hand squeezed tighter.

His front door banged open loudly followed by a gunshot. "Oh dear Lord! Harry!"

Pastor Jinson ran quickly through the small entryway and living room and knelt by his friend.

"J-jinson," Harry smiled in relief.

"You need medical-"

Harry cut him off with a wet cough, splattering blood along the man's white shirt and blue jeans. Slowly his senses were starting to go numb and the pain was fading … If this was dying… he liked it.

Vaguely he could make out a voice telling him to stay awake but he didn't want to. The darkness was so inviting.

Pastor Jinson watched in horror as the light in his co-workers eyes dimmed rapidly. Quickly he stripped his white t-shirt and put pressure on the hole in the man's abdomen. The paramedics would only be a minute more. He had to keep his friend alive.

When his breathing and heart stopped, the elderly pastor felt like crying. But he'd been trained in CPR. He knew that it could keep Harry's brain from losing too much oxygen and hopefully restart his heart. He got to work silently.

Almost exactly a minute later, the ambulance arrived and EMT's rushed onto the scene. They pulled Jinson away and started trying to revive the man but after a few minutes they slowly started to lose hope. Any longer and he would have been dead for too long…

Harry didn't know what had happened. Well, scratch that, he was pretty positive he'd died. But he expected something to happen, not just float forever in a sea of darkness. Even oblivion would be better than this!

Hm. You are not supposed to be in this realm little angel. How did you come to be here?

The voice was deep and high, loud and soft, and seemed to resonate from everywhere at the same time.

"Who?"

You don't even know where you are? How interesting. Tell me angel-

"I'm not an angel!"

Oh? But your grace and wings say otherwise.

What? But Harry didn't have wings! In agitation he shifted just as something brushed along his (was he naked? He couldn't tell…) back. It was a soft and kind of tickled. Harry shifted again and the sensation came back. Slowly he turned his head (was it really turning or was his whole body moving? Everything was so… so…weird in this place…) and saw nothing. He glared and something rustled. With a grin he could make out an outline of… something. Feathers?

Hesitantly Harry reached around himself and touched it. Then jerked his hand back as if struck. They were definitely feathers but the scary thing was he felt when he touched and not just from his hand. It was like the feathers were a part of himself. Like they were… were wings!

Done now?

There was some slight amusement in the monotone this time.

"But-but how!?"

Now what is your name?

" My name is Az… Harry!"

The pastor was confused. What name had he been about to say?

Azarry? There are no angels with that name. Who are you really?

"I-I don't know. I-My name is Harry but it feels so wrong to say that here…"

Because this is my domain and I wish for the truth. Though I cannot force it from you the atmosphere becomes uncomfortable when lying. Wonderful lie detector isn't it little angel?

"I'm not little," Harry protested. His agitation had reached new peaks. He didn't know where he was. This-whatever it was was accusing him of lying! He just wanted to pass on peacefully, early age or not, was that too much to ask for?

Maybe not so little… the voice murmured.

It was then that he noticed he was starting to glow. Well more like radiate light but what's the difference? What was even stranger was the darkness that had at first flinched away seemed to… well, cuddle up to his white light.

But, I have not felt this-! It cannot be!

The voice was so startled that Harry in turn was startled and getting really nervous. "What? What can't be?"

You. I had thought you lost forever, child.

"Hey! I'm not a child either! I'm almost eighteen."

Still the same as you always were. God will be very happy to know where you are now. Yes. I believe I shall tell him…

"Hey! Tell him what? Stop speaking in riddles you damned voice!"

Voice? You have not yet discovered who I am?

"No! So care to give a hint?"

Hmmm… You have three items that are said to belong to me.

"What? That doesn't make any senssss… Oh my."

Figured it out have you?

"Death," Harry squeaked.

That's right. And you, one of my favored do not belong in my domain unless you are delivering souls. How did- Ah yes. That would do it. One of the seals, even ones meant for humans can still rob an angel of its vessel.

"Wait. I still don't understand. You keep calling me an angel and you're talking as if you know me! But I've never met you like this before and I've never had wings unless I was dreaming!"

Dreaming?

Harry pauses and thinks for a moment. "Wait. If my dreams were like-no, are memories. Then I'm the unknown angel in my dreams! So, I really am an Angel?"

Haven't I been saying that, Death said exasperatedly. Do you know your name?

"No," murmured Harry as he shifted uncomfortably.

Then I cannot help you. You must remember your name before your powers will come to you in your vessel. And nor can you help me. Maybe… Yes. That will work.

"Stop talking to yourself with half-sentences!"

Before you go child. Let me pose to you a question.

"Wait, go where?"

Why back to the living of course. I cannot have one such as yourself in the afterlife.

"Huh?"

The question: Why have you spoken to Death as if he were an old friend without even noticing?

"I- T-that doesn't make any sense. I haven't been-" Harry paused. But he had been hadn't he? He'd argued with Death and yelled at him as if he'd know him before. In fact he vaguely remembered Death being in one of his dreams. But what did that mean? Man he really needed to keep a journal of those things now… Dream journal. How cliché!

Goodbye fledgling.

"Hey wait!"

"Call it. Time of death-" The body on the floor jerked and shuddered before taking in a deep gasping breath.

AN: Well I hope you liked that chapter~! It fought me almost the whole way~ Poor Sirius just did not want to kill his little prongslet…

So I'm going to do more memeories. Any suggestions, wants, wishes?