AN: Salve! Back with the Latin, and a new chapter. I am so sorry if it seems rushed, because a lot of stuff happened and I only got to finish this today so that it would be on time. Let me know what you think! I am sad to say that I have writer's block for this fanfic. I know what I want to do, but I have no clue how to go about it. Because of this, you have been warned that I might skip this on my update cycle. So very sorry! I hope you can forgive me?

I own nothing at all, not even my mind.

Giada Draven, out!

"A witch?" Harry asked, trying to sound disbelieving.

Sadly, it did not work. Dean looked at him closely. "Okay, your turn for truth. What do you know?" He gained a look, that made Sirius want to confess immediately. Harry, however, silenced him with a glance and looked at the brothers.

"I think we should wait until my brother gets here before anything more is said." Harry slipped into a proper tone, one that he used around strangers that were making him uncomfortable. Over the shared mind-link, he thought, "Luci, you should get here now. There are two guys asking us about reports of a witch in the area, and I wasn't able to play it off. Sorry.'

An immediate response came. 'I'm on my way now, let me pay for the groceries I got. And if I told you once I told you a hundred times, stop apologizing.'

The small 'sorry' that followed that caused a sigh to come through, but Lucifer let it be. It was only a moment later that you could hear the sounds of bags being jostled and sure feet on stone. Harry stood, going over to open the door and help carry them into the kitchen. Sirius, without even meaning to, made a terrible pun. "Speak of the devil and he shall appear, eh?"

The brothers tensed up, and Lucifer just shrugged. "Why were you talking about me? And would you mind introducing me to our guests?" He gave a gentle smile, but Harry could tell that he was nervous. It was then that he remembered that Lucifer had been placed back into the cage, after having gone insane, and had been put there by two brothers named Winchester.

Dean stood. "I'm Dean, and this is my brother Sam. We came here to ask if any of you had heard of anything odd happening. When the kid told us to tell the truth, we told about how there were reports of a witch. They tensed up and wouldn't answer until you walked through a few seconds later. So, care to introduce yourself." Though it was phrased as a question, it was obviously an order.

One that Lucifer ignored. "Sirius, go to your room and gather what you need. Harry, stay with me, you already have your emergency pack. We leave here tonight, it's obvious the wards are failing. That, or demons found us, and if that's the case we're in even more trouble." The brothers were ignored, Sirius ran downstairs and Harry reached behind his chair and pulled out an oddly pink backpack.

Before Sirius ran back upstairs, Sam stood up, showing his impressive height. "You aren't going anywhere. It's clear that you know something, so you are going to stay here and answer us. Is one of you the witch?" He reached behind him for a gun, as did Dean, though slower.

While he was asking this, Harry was mentally asking, "I have a feeling I should trust them. Should I use magic?" At Luci's subtle nod, his wand slid out of his sleeve and he silently cast an Incarcerous. The brothers were wrapped in rope, tied to the chairs in a way that they couldn't untie themselves.

Sirius ran back into the room, an old laptop bag hanging on his shoulder. "Ready," he huffed, catching his breath once more. He didn't pay any mind to the tied brothers, immediately dismissing it out of hand after all his time in Azkaban. Lucifer nodded, grabbing the suitcase that was next to his recliner.

Sam was squirming, trying to escape his bonds through force, but the ropes held. They were perfectly seamless, a feat only possible through magic. Dean was sitting there, watching with sharp eyes as they prepared to leave. All the lights were off as was, so the only thing they had to do was go. Finally, Sirius noticed Sam's struggling. "Are we just going to leave them there?"

Harry shook his head. "I'm going to tell them, maybe save a few natural borns' lives." He sat on the floor in front of them, looking first Dean then Sam in the eye. "I'm about to break the law for you two, so you better listen. I am a wizard, with magic. No I am not a witch, I didn't make a deal for my powers." He rolled his eyes at the two, not giving a moment of pause. "There's a whole society of witches and wizards who were born with their powers, they go to school to learn how to control it, and each country has its government.

"Technically, me saying this much is against the law, but since I'm a British wizard, it doesn't count here, and I don't much care for the Ministry back in jolly ol' England." Harry showcased his distaste and sarcasm in one breath, which Dean found impressive. "You needed to know this because not every witch or wizard is evil. There are some, but there are also police for that world. Before you ask, yes, we use wands and fly on brooms, but everyone hates the pointy hats. I avoid robes since it's harder to maneuver in them. You think you got all that?" He stopped his barrage of information, letting the two have a chance to process it.

After a few moments, Sam looked him in his eyes. "How do we know you aren't lying?"

Harry nodded, it being the obvious, yet needed question. "You can't, but I hope that if you run into a witch or wizard of the natural-born variety, you spare them. Once we leave, those ropes are going to vanish. There isn't anything in the house except protective wards, so I don't care much if you stick around. My last bit of advice is this: take care of that car." With that, Lucifer grabbed him and Sirius, disappearing with the customary flapping of wings and leaving behind two confused hunters that were no longer bound.